#cuspids ask game

[cuspidgoddess]

🏡 i know that I’m changing the rules, but, I need to know, how is Stolas relation with the Todorokis? What they thought when Natsuo told them about their relationship?

Hi Dayligh!

The Todoroki's are honestly just happy to see Natsuo happy and taken care of, with that being said they each approach Natsuo's new found relationship in wildly different ways:

Rei: Stereotypical mom. When she hears that Natsuo has a boyfriend she badgers him for months to bring him to one of the family dinners but Natsuo refuses. He's never brought anyone home to meet his family before and he reasons that Shoto and Touya haven't brought Keigo and Fumikage to a family dinner yet so why should he have to put Stolas through that? When Rei finally meets him at the hospital after Natsuo's kidnapping she's a rightfully a mess and flustered but she's so pleased to see that he's every bit as sweet and doting (and handsome) as Touya promised her the owl was. She definitely has one of those super embarrassing "Oh it's so nice to finally meet one of Natsuo's significant others!" which Stolas just takes in stride (yet another first of Natsuo's he gets to have 😉)

Touya: Touya definitely helped get these two idiots together, but when it seemed like things might actually be in it for the long haul he gives Stolas the shovel talk. Things definitely get out of hand and they both end up pretty freaked out. Touya and Stolas get along well though, Touya is pleased to see someone is finally taking care of Natsuo.

Fuyumi: Fuyumi always gives the appearance of calm, but really she's just as feral as her brothers, it's just no one ever believes them because once they meet her they peg her the sweetheart that she is. Fuyumi has always been protective of Natsuo, so when he tells her he's dating one person exclusively?! She absolutely stalks Stolas on every social media she can, and when she can't find enough information she contemplates getting a PI but first she pulls her strongest card: Mo. Mo gives her allllll the tea on Stolas. When Fuyumi finds out that even Mo approves of Stolas then he get's her stamp of approval.

Shoto: Honestly he's just happy someone is making Natsuo happy. Shoto is too observant for his own good and Knows™️ Nat isn't good at taking care of himself, or setting healthy boundaries that have his best interest in mind so watching Stolas help him with those things earns him Shoto's approval. Shoto definitely marked off his conspiracy theory that Todoroki's attract birds... and then subsequently had to redact that theory when Fuyumi started dating Miruko.

Thanks for playing dear!

[dayeongi]

🍊 and 🍋 for the fruit ask game!

fruit emoji ask game for fic writers

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more?

Hmmm Gaara!! I know there's a lot of scenes I want him in soon but tbh the height of interest for me was right at the cuspid of his chunnin exam arc or any recreations of it. So once that's resolved (like in setting sun), I can't think of anything else to add for him, i really just want him to have the best of times

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?

I don't think I've written enough spicy stuff to say!! but looking back it's definitely a lot of the "there's a lot of feelings but we're not gonna talk about them first" type of situations

Thank you for the ask!! hehe

[captain-astors]

5 for the ask game?

Warning for uncomfortable teeth discussion and teeth drawings.

After all these years... I've finally finished it. WE'RE TALKING ABOUT GHOUL TEETH! The amount of time I've spent on this really makes it feel weird but the longer I dwell on that the more it actually is, so without further ado.

(The numbering system was mostly for my own convenience when trying not to lose these pictures that all look the same at first glance, but I kind of adapted to it as I was writing this.)

A1 is a pair of human teeth drawn by yours truly. The cuspids will typically be a bit duller, but otherwise these are pretty average, if poorly drawn. These will be your point of reference because pointy teeth can look normal when not compared to how genuinely flat our teeth are.

Now we have B1, this is the mostly widely recognized kind of ghoul teeth, used in scary propaganda and horror films, very vampire-esq. Sharper cuspids, slightly slimmer teeth, but difficult to distinguish if you're just walking past, or even taking a good look without a point of reference.

Some ghouls with noticeable B1's include the Kirishimas, Itori, Nishiki, Donato, Yumitsu, and Tatara. But! Here's the thing, there's actually two kinds of common ghoul teeth and this one's actually found with less frequency than the other kind,

B2, almost all the teeth are more pointed than the human counterpart, but typically a bit more dulled than this example.

Some ghouls with noticeable B2's are Naki, Kanae, Irimi, Koma, Hinami, Roma, Miza and Shikorae.

Now we've dealt with the fun art stuff, time to get into the technical nonsense that I frankly know too little about dental functions to speak on but you cannot stop me with anything short of death itself. Proceeding! (There will be more fun art stuff further down)

The public is vaguely aware that there are actually two kinds of teeth distinctions that ghouls can have but it's more of an obscure trivia bit than common knowledge unless you work for the CCG, "You can tell an octopi's gender by whether or not it has suckers on the third arm to the right." type of factoid. Shirazu was actually pulled aside by investigators quite a few times times before even undergoing the Quinx procedure, just because his teeth give the impression of an unfortunately noticeable B2 ghoul. They had a record of him in the office for those working in the area he used to live in, that pretty much boiled down to "He's not a ghoul, please do not attack or interrogate if encountered in the wild, he's just Some Guy."

He's built like that for the same reason he was a good candidate for the Quinx procedure.

When it comes to concealment, It's pretty common practice for ghouls to have something extremely hard to chew on in order to seem to have completely average teeth, but if that's not their thing the bolder ghoul can just go the Uta route of "It's a body modification"

But in general dentists aren't a great idea unless you're a fortunate ghoul with naturally passing teeth, and even then only in necessity. Which is why it's remarked in confusion that Hajime Hazuki's teeth are "so straight," if he were a ghoul by birth that shouldn't really be the case.

Even now they obviously posses much stronger bite forces and teeth than any human, but this is actually quite a step down from ghouls of old. When integrating themselves into human society wasn't strictly necessary outside of simplifying hunts, the best comparison I can think of is monkeys. You'll see an actually drawing of roughly that in the next part...

This series has an unfortunate amount of unethical experiments, breeding, and hybridization fuckery, and this would feel incomplete if I didn't make an attempt to acknowledge that!

First off biological half ghouls. They're kind of a toss-up, they'll never have teeth as sharp as their ghoul parent, but there's a chance they'll only get certain teeth or none at all. Eto's the prior kind, her cuspids are a little pointy but she could easily pass as entirely human. I don't want to think about Ichika for any longer than I have to so that's all you're getting.

Artificial half-ghouls, Oggai and Quinx! They don't just magically grow sharper, your human teeth stay perfectly normal but the shift happens when they're broken and have to regrow after time/reaching a high enough frame, kind of an inevitability for artificial half-ghouls because human teeth are not made for ghoul shenanigans.

Amon gained a pretty good set of B2's but Takizawa's look a little like a weird yet subtle mix. (Not every ghoul falls neatly into one category or the other, but the vast majority do.) Kurona and Nashiro both ended up with B1's, Mucchan is a B2, Shirazu is as well but there was barely a change, Urie's a B1 and Saiko's never had to regrow her teeth but she'd be a B2. Aura, Higemaru, and Suzu are B2, Hsiao and Ryuusen are B1 but whether or not this has been shown is arguable.

Kaneki's teeth remained stubbornly humanoid regardless of how many times they were removed. Back when he had his mask made, Uta took note of this as an interesting trait and that's why the zipper-teeth are such a central feature. The Oggai are similar, but they were pretty good at keeping their human teeth anyways. More about this and the fruit bastard you'll notice is lacking from the half ghouls in a little.

Now the... breeders? What would you even call these three groups. Blades, Tsukiyamas, and Washuu Clan. The Blades aren't really interested in striving for appearances so they just have a mix of the two, mostly B2's with a couple B1's.

It gets a little more interesting for the other two.

The Tsukiyamas not only refine their ghoul traits into unique appearances, they pride themselves on those qualities and have the money to get away away with it. Their Kagunes may not be the strongest but by god do they draw the attention of the whole room in terms of unique mutations. So too are their teeth! Mirumo's are impressively noticeable B1's by themselves, but the real star is Shuu. Primarily inherited from his mother, they're one of the closest things to and old ghoul's teeth you'll find in the modern world. (Pictured bellow)

Outside of his pure influence, knack for luring in good dishes and wealth, part of the reason he's so liked at the restaurant is that he's just capable of ripping things up in a way that very few modern ghouls can. It's great fun to watch, but he rarely agrees to do so the first time around on account of his preference for actually prepared dishes and "polite" behavior, not to mention ghouls generally don't like to eat in front of others. But few are entirely immune to persuasion, and Shuu certainly isn't among them. It's quite the spectacle. Downsides: They're kind of awkward for such a verbose person, and if he bites a little too hard he can take his tongue clean off without meaning to. It'll grow back quickly but it's definitely not fun.

Now for the Washuu garden, where the only the thing they're growing is broken kids and misogyny.

As Rize states, the more human you are the "better" you are to them, and this extends to physical appearances as well. So, even the ghouls posses pretty human-looking teeth, but for most branches there's a noteable type that tends to surface. Arimas stay impressively human so they tend to be liked, Ihei's tend to be B2s, Kaikos willingly make them as dull as possible but they lean towards B1, Souzus tend to be B1s as well, Rize's branch tends to be B1 and the Furuta branch tends to be B2.

Which brings me to my final comment, fruit! An annoyingly unique case, with the closest perhaps being Suzu, but the operation and situation is vastly different for her and 179 is not real and cannot hurt me. Anyways, I've discussed his warring RC systems at length, on account of that with the added detail of the different teeth kinds for himself and Rize, if he was to lose all of those it might look a little like this.

I speak from experience when I say that wouldn't be fun but whatever he deserves the suffering. Enjoy never being able to close your mouth entirely without some amount of discomfort Nimura, you chose this life.

That is all thank you and goodnight apologies for the wait.

[ace-does-stuff]

Cuspids

Summary: They're in a killing game, dental health can wait, a broken tooth can be withstood. Apparently Detah is the only person who holds that opinion on the matter.

Warnings: descriptive dental pain, its sort of horny...? if you squint? its mostly dental stuff and the mouth focus that comes with it honestly so you could probably ignore the slightly horny part

Authors Note: Yeah I'm not sorry, this was bound to happen the second he had fangs, and @sobredunia also knows the exact fucking cause of this. I mean, is it really straight if shes just putting her hands in his mouth *for dental reasons?* Not unless he's her partner, which he isn't, instead hes a fag whose moderately into it. Not tagging anyone except dunia cause my friend group is full of not horny people, if you do end up reading it for one reason or another I wouldn't mind a reblog though.

Once Ao3 stops being funky I'll add an Ao3 port.

Detah gave a nervous hum as he took a small step back, "I don't think we really have to do this."

"We do, you could've cracked a tooth on the fall," Uzomi said, she placed a hand on her hip.

"It's just a broken tooth," Detah stated, Uzomi raised a brow.

"Would you rather someone else check it out?" Uzomi asked.

Detah shrugged, "I'll be fine, if it starts to hurt a lot then I'll get someone to actually help deal with it."

"You better," Uzomi said, it sounded more like a threat than anything else.

Detah nodded rapidly.

He waited patiently for Uzomi to be back to chatting with Lare before bringing a hand to press at his cheek. The ache was intense and if he pressed his tongue to the tooth he could feel the small chip, or the hole that remained in place of the chip.

Another door opened and he walked over to the rest of the group, stuffing his hands in his pockets and trying to ignore the sting of pain. He dug his nails into the heel of his palms until that stung more than the ache in the back of his mouth.

Somewhere between rooms there was a box of snacks, everybody got one. Mako took chips, Lare took chips, most of what was in the box was chips and sweets.

"Are you feeling alright Detah?" Murasaki asked between bites of chips.

Detah looked up from the bag of gummies, "I'm fine, just not feeling very hungry," He reluctantly brings a sour candy to his mouth, it stings as he chews. It just hurts, a droning pain as the sugar hits a busted tooth. He winces a little bit as he chews, all he can do is hope it's convincing enough.

Murasaki gave a shrug, "Fair enough, its pretty hard to be hungry when everyone is almost dying, I think there's a bottle of water if you want some."

"That'd be nice," Detah said, pushing off the wall and stuffing the almost entirely full pack in his pocket.

He takes a seat at the box and rifles through it for the aforementioned water bottle. The lid comes of with ease but the water is warm which really isn't ideal in the slightest. Still, he drinks it, trying to wash out the sweetness that's sending agonizing tingles across his nerves. But he just, he knows that logically if he doesn't stomach at least a couple more sweets it won't end well.

He reluctantly takes a couple more bites, it hurts so much even when he chews on the other side. He swallows agonizingly slow and instantly tries to wash it out with the water, some nutrients is better than none. Not like there's any nutrients in sour patch kids anyways, he hates the fact that he's doing so but he makes his way over to Uzomi.

Detah tugged on Uzomis jacket, she turned to face him, "What's up?"

"My teeth fucking hurt," Was all Detah said, "Help."

Uzomi gave a small sigh, "Alright, open your mouth."

Detah did as told, cracking open his jaw a little bit, Uzomi easily slid two fingers past his fangs. She prodded at the lining of his gums, searching for whatever was broken, he could only squirm in response. She nudged his tongue to the side, trying to be gentle but her fingers tasted like motor oil; Detah recoiled at the taste.

"This would be easier if you fully opened your mouth," Uzomi said quietly as she shifted her hands position, tugging at the corner of his mouth with her thumb and gripping his jaw with the rest of her hand. He tried not to lean into the tug, tilting his head the other way and opening his mouth a little wider, "See? Easy."

"Fuck off," Detah tried to say, exaggerated H sounds littered his speech, the hand in his mouth did not make it easier. He reluctantly brought a hand to grasp at her arm, a horrible support of balance. She brought her other hand to continue smoothing over every tooth for a chip, trying not to cut herself on them.

"Do you want help?" Uzomi answered with, tugging a little harder to punctuate her sentence. Detah gave a halfhearted nod, he nearly gagged when she reached the sockets that once held wisdom teeth. he dug blunted nails into Uzomis arm and instinctively bit down, but the grip on his jaw and the hands in his mouth kept it wedged open, "Try not to cut off my fingers, please."

Detah gave a slightly annoyed groan, some form of agreement underneath the displeasure. He holds his mouth open and tries not to move, Uzomi keeps the thumb tugging at his lips wedged between the teeth at the back that had worn rounded over time in contrast to the fangs at the front. It was clinical, entirely so, every touch to his teeth from the sides, the way she slid a nail between gums and enamel. It was practiced but inquisitive, the way she pressed at the back of his tongue just cause, saliva pooled under his tongue.

Uzomi pulled out her hands and gestured to the ground, "Swallow."

"What?" Detah asked almost aggressively, more incredulous if anything, closing his mouth and trying to ease the tension in his jaw, swallowing back the saliva.

"The saliva," Uzomi said, a bit of a stutter to her voice, the faintest red tint came to her face, "It was not supposed to sound like that."

Detah shrugged, "Are you done?"

Uzomi shakes her head, "No, I haven't found any cracks yet, or holes- if I touch one that really hurts then let me know."

"Alright, fine," Detah said, a little bit bitterly as he opened his mouth again, Uzomi easily returned her hands to where they propped his jaws open.

This time he welcomed it more easily, the taste of motor oil was still rancid on his palate, but he recoiled less. Uzomi tilted his head back just a bit, he had to reach to press his hands against a wall for balance. She pressed the pad of her finger to the tip of an incisor, the pressure shot through half of his jaw. She did the same down the line of teeth, prodding at the base gently as well. Detah still squirmed under the pressure applied to every square centimeter of his mouth, somewhere he knew that no actual dentist was this clumsy. But then again, Uzomi was not a dentist, nor did she have the tools, leaving her with nothing to work with aside from her hands.

"You sure you banged up something?" Uzomi asked, Detah gave a somewhat shaky nod, the faint tinge of red rising to his cheeks was not helping his dignity, "Cause I'm not feeling anything."

Then she hit the crack, somewhere along the line the wire crossed and he keened instead of biting and recoiling from the touch. Uzomi pressed down again and this time he did try to bite down, stifling a whine as he did so. Uzomi pulled out her hands and wiped them down on her shorts, and Detah reluctantly pushed himself off of the wall.

"Yeah, I think it's just a chip, not much I can do, try not to eat sugar next time we get snacks dropped off," Uzomi said as she picked her bag of plain chips off the ground.

"That was a waste of time," Detah said with a sigh as he pulled a bag of gummies out of his pocket and tossed it to the side, "Can't even eat."

"You can have some of my chips," Uzomi offered, handing the bag to Detah.

"Thanks," He got out quietly between obnoxiously loud crunches.

[drdemonprince]

DNA was successfully extracted from my spit sample! hell yeah. so glad i won’t have to go through the three-month long process of ordering a vial and shipping it to Ancestry again. 

 should get results in a few weeks. 

in the meantime they are sending me all these little personal surveys that they use for their dna datasets. Stuff like asking me whether my cuspids are ovular or pointed, what my eye shape is, sleep habits, whether i like board games, what my gums are like, if i have any phobias, all kinds of stuff. i know it’s a data security disaster to answer this stuff, and some of it (trying to correlate DNA with entertainment preferences) is heck of gross, but i am fascinated by it and filling all of it out. 

[murfeelee]

21 Questions

I saw this by @thornsofpeace​ here, and I’m procrastinating cuz I don’t wanna do my research assignment (some of these archaeology books are dryer than the deserts they talk about), and so here we are.

Nickname: Murf, Khaleesi, Jaleficent (Jack Skellington & Maleficent combined -- the bratmonster came up with that all on her own *proud sniffles*)

Zodiac: Aries-Taurus cuspid

Height: 5′3′

Last thing searched: Free pdf versions of some of said boring AF books, cuz eff am I buying any of them. :P

Favorite musicians: Stevie Nicks, Within Temptation, Michael Jackson, Muse, Janelle Monae, Florence & the Machine

If you had a time machine, would you go back in time or visit the future? I’d go back in time, and STAY there. Eff this place.

Do I get asks? Yes.

Following: A effton of blogs. I’d really hate to leave Tumblr, cuz everything’s here: video gaming, art, fashion, history, current events, comedy, fandoms, fanfiction, etc. Between Tumblr & Youtube I’m all set.

Would you rather be rich or famous? Rich, DUH.

Amount of sleep: Omg, I’ve been asleep most of today, cuz I’m getting sick, so I feel like crap. But all I keep having are nightmares that keep waking me up.

What I’m wearing: I’m in my drawers and a tank top, cuz I’m effing hot, but I have a sheet draped over me cuz I’m effing cold. I live life on the edge!

Dream job: Being employed, so I can stop wasting my life being broke.

Dream trip: Japan.

If you were an animal. What would you be? A peacock. Or a dragon. Duh.

What are 3 of your favourite books/films/shows/games/etc.?

Books: Anne Rice; Jane Eyre, and mythology books in general

Films: I made a whole post here.

Shows: Hercules: The Legendary Journeys, Xena, Star Trek TOS

Anime: Sailor Moon, Inuyasha, ASHT/Mononoke

Games: The Sims 3 (ofc), Final Fantasy (X & XII), The Witcher 3

Play any instruments? Alas, no. I wish I knew how to play piano though. :(

Language(s): English, but I’m trying to learn Japanese & Latin...allegedly.

Describe yourself as aesthetic: I have a Moodboard Post here, which is pretty much my whole aesthetic.

I tag everyone!

[quarterfromcanon]

Rough Draft

Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 14 - Love Letters [2,625 words]

The waking disorientation lasted for a shorter span of minutes with each new day Valencia spent in a bed that was not her own. She got used to the way the early sunlight fell through the window at an odd slant as the rays passed above wall outside; she grew accustomed to the layout of the room in the wan illumination and the cool slide of satin across her hips. 

What did not decrease in novelty was the sight of Heather sleeping beside her.

Valencia’s air kept getting lost somewhere inside her lungs, caught between the inhale and exhale, hitching just long enough to leave a sting before she remembered to release it again. That morning was no exception. Sixty hours in each other’s company, fifty-seven of which were in varying states of undress, and they’d reached the level of comfort where both fell asleep nude the previous night. The curve of Heather’s spine in the warm glow of dawn called to Valencia’s fingers like a persistent itch. Her slow, even breathing made the sheets crumple in a pool around her waist. The tattoo on Heather’s right arm smiled at Valencia with its crooked robot mouth. 

Good morning, Wilbur, she thought. Valencia traced its outline and reflected on the first occasion when she heard the story of her friend’s prominent body art, and just how much had happened since that afternoon on a different bed belonging to Heather. It felt equal parts inexplicable and inevitable, a course of events neither of them predicted but which seemed like the only logical conclusion once they were here.

Yet, despite their increasing intimate knowledge of one another, there was so much Valencia still wanted to say. Half an hour ticked by in which she wrestled with declarations and curiosities, so close to shaking Heather awake to share it all, but uncertainty stilled her hand. 

Valencia climbed off the mattress and searched for clothes. She found Heather’s before her own and allowed herself the indulgence of slipping the loose, comfortable fabric onto her frame. Her fists balled up the camisole under her nose and she inhaled deeply. Cedar, citrus, and sea salt - no one product produced the co-mingling aromas but they all embedded into anything that pressed against Heather’s skin. Valencia wondered if perhaps she was adopting the distinct scent now, too. The thought pleased her more than she chose to admit.

She opened the bedroom door and padded around the corner into the living room. The yoga mat she borrowed from Heather’s car waited beside the couch, left in place on the floor after multiple uses. Valencia went through her sun salutation but the state of undisturbed serenity kept receiving interference from the brush of Heather’s madras shorts against her legs. They were comfortable to move in, but a relentless distraction woven with memories of how they wound up by the closet for her to wear in the first place. 

When her morning routine was complete, Valencia went back to the open doorway. She leaned against the frame and gazed down at Heather for a few minutes, curls in her face and calves overlapped beneath the blanket. The terrible need to divulge the contents of her whirring mind rose once more. Valencia’s mouth opened as if to let some of those emotions escape, but she closed it before any sound from her might disturb Heather’s peaceful slumber.

She shivered and pulled the crochet duster cardigan off Heather’s chair for extra coverage. Her arms folded over her stomach while she contemplated how she might broach the subject of where they stood after the recent developments between the two of them. No introductory premise held much potential. She was sure to get tripped up in the delivery, and the embarrassment of wanting to talk at all burned from the imagined exchange alone. Maybe the reliance on speech was not the best call to begin with, and the written word could prove easier to control. 

Valencia fetched her purse from the corner and rummaged until she found her portable bullet journal and a pen. She curled up in the chair and flipped to a blank page. Just as with her practiced conversation, the question of where to start was the most daunting. There were so many options - a joke, an anecdote, an admission - but the ideal beginning existed somewhere in the middle. She touched pen to paper and tested a few lighthearted sentences in precise, steady-stroke cursive.

You’ve had me crying out this entire weekend (not just in literal tears). I mean sexually you’ve had me crying out. What if the whole neighborhood hears? But as I’m heaving my chest, struggling to catch my breath, there’s something I’ve got to bite my tongue not to confess: I’m so scared. I think I like you. I want to hide I think I like you. It’s reckless, but you make me weak in the knees, and it’s not just your mouth that’s got me begging please...

She gave a disgruntled sigh and tore the draft free. Valencia crumpled the first attempt and tossed it into the trash can beside Heather’s nightstand. A fresh set of empty lines stretched underneath, ready to be filled, but Valencia put off a second trial in favor of leaving a note to herself. Her pen dug into each letter with unnecessary force.

Remember: NO NO NO This is just about sex. NO NO NO Keep this longing in check!

Valencia flipped deeper into the journal and looped her contemplation across unused parchment in a stream-of-consciousness, which she partially edited upon review.

I see you in nothing but that old blouse with the doughnut stain, and just like that, all I’m thinking again is holy crap, I think I like you. Don’t hate me. I think I like you. Why can’t I get lost in bumping and grinding like your face disappears inside my thighs? ’Cause as I’m returning the favor and you’re on your back, I want to see myself through your eyes. Then you curl your finger, beckon me to the brink, and suddenly it’s like way down deep I think I like you. Secretly, I think I like you. Can’t help falling harder every day. You’ve got me knotted up... not in a foreplaying way.

“Whatcha workin’ on, buddy?” Heather inquired.

Valencia jumped so hard that her notebook nearly went airborne. She shut it with a snap and tucked it under the cushion of the chair. “Oh, just finding things to do until you woke up,” she answered in a casual tone that directly contradicted her unusual behavior. 

Heather, much to Valencia’s relief, was too disoriented to detect anything suspicious.

“Thanks for letting me sleep in.” Heather tilted her phone, checked the clock, and rubbed her eyelids. “They don’t even need me at Home Base until ten, but I’d better go ahead and shower, though. What about you? Any plans for today?”

Valencia shrugged. “I’m wide open.”

A mischievous smirk formed at the corner of Heather’s lips. “Good to know.”

Valencia blushed and smiled in return. “Is it okay if I stay here while you’re gone?”

“Sure, of course. Mi casa and all that. You’ve got some of your stuff here to begin with, and anything else that comes up, you can just borrow mine --” Her gaze scanned Valencia’s outfit. “-- which I see you’re already doing. Are those all my clothes?”

Valencia self-consciously rubbed her kneecaps. “Yeah, they are. I got a little cold.”

“Shoulda never left the bed. I could’ve warmed you up.” Heather held out her hand. “C’mere.”

Valencia fell into the embrace and blanketed Heather’s body with her own. She hummed appreciatively and trailed her hands down Heather’s front. “How are you so much toastier than me when I’m in layers and you’re still naked?”

Heather nosed the cardigan aside and scraped one of her cuspids along Valencia’s shoulder. “There’s actually a scientific reason for that, but it’s way too nerdy and un-sexy to explain while you’re playing with my nipples.”

Valencia snorted and cradled Heather close. “I don’t know about that. I think the way your mind works is pretty hot.”

“Dude, careful. I’ve got like a decade’s worth of Gen. Ed. crap up there. You don’t wanna sit through all that.”

“Depends where I’m sitting.” Valencia caught Heather’s lower lip between her teeth and tugged.

Heather groaned. “Your wordplay game has seriously leveled up now that you’re all out-and-proud. I’m gonna have to sharpen my skills.”

She wriggled one hand under the back of Valencia’s waistband while the other inched up the cami. “Did you put on my underwear, too?” she asked just before her touch advanced far enough to reveal there was no sign of them. Valencia shook her head to answer regardless. Heather’s nails scratched with deliberate pressure over the expanse until Valencia shuddered and arched. “You even wear my clothes the same way I do,” Heather remarked. “Commando’s out of the norm for you. I appreciate your commitment to accurate imitation.”

“It’s the sincerest form of flattery.” 

“Mm, and the most helpful.” 

The madras was midway up Heather’s forearm by the time her fingers reached their target. Valencia rolled her hips. She gripped both sides of Heather’s face and kissed her until they both swayed dizzily. They worked together to discard the duster and Heather coaxed Valencia flat against the pillows.

Time unfurled outside of their awareness, the passage of an hour they were both happy to lose, and when Heather finally returned to her side of the bed, the purloined ensemble was scattered around the room where it began. 

“Okay,” Heather panted. “Now, for real, I have to shower.”

Valencia pressed one last kiss to Heather’s arm before she departed for the bathroom. What little oxygen Valencia had to spare left her in a dazed chuckle as she finger-combed her matted hair. She hugged her knees and rested her chin on them. The numbers on the cell phone screen blinked and changed several times before she retrieved the notebook and jotted down a third paragraph, but the fuzzy giddiness of her brain produced admittedly ridiculous results. 

Are there dental dams to block out this keening? Is there a strap-on long enough to thrust some space between my crotch and heart? Take out the batteries before I vibrate into ecstasy fantasizing an apartment, and maybe a pet, and then we get to ride on a Pride float...

Valencia held the journal away from herself with a grimace. “Oh my God!”

I think I like you. Her hand trembled, but she resisted the urge to cross out the truth. What to do? I think I like you.

She turned back to the old page, doodled her lover’s name, and retraced the reminder.

~*~ Heather ~*~

NO NO NO

NO NO NO

NO NO NO

NO NO NO

Valencia grumbled and ripped away the lot. She dropped them into the trash can and restored the journal to her purse.

Her own clothes turned out to be beneath the bed in a pile. Valencia put them on and went to the kitchen to rummage through the fridge. She was scrutinizing the expiry dates on some of Rebecca’s choices when Heather reemerged from the bathroom. 

“I’m making something to eat real quick before I head out. I can add enough for two servings, if you want in on it,” Heather offered. “Let me just dry my hair and then... ah crap. This happens every time.”

“What’s wrong?” Valencia called from where she now sat beside the island.

“Nothing major. I went to unplug my phone and knocked it into the trash. I’ve seriously done that like five times already. I’ve really gotta move this thing.”

The blood drained from Valencia’s face. She dropped off the stool and raced toward the bedroom. Her ribs collided with the door as she skidded to halt. 

Too late.

“There’s a whole stack of paper scraps in here,” Heather said, hands full of tattered sheets. “This is your handwriting, isn’t it?” 

She glanced at the uppermost piece and her eyebrows lifted. Valencia froze. 

“You made my name look really pretty.” Heather held up the rest of the pages. “Was this gonna be for me?”

“Please don’t read any more,” Valencia pleaded.

“Okay.” Heather gently restored the discarded musings to their place. “That’s the only thing I really saw, so, whatever you don’t want me to know is safe.”

She plugged in her hairdryer and sat on the bed. Valencia could feel the shift in the air between them. While Heather guided the gusts of heat in systematic lines from scalp to end, Valencia perched at the foot of the mattress. She clasped her hands atop her legs and fought off the tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Heather glanced her way for a fraction of a second when she paused to press the snowflake button in the middle of the dryer, but her stare was inscrutable and she said nothing. Valencia’s throat ached and her fingers twitched with the desire to reach out and hold Heather’s hand in her own.

Heather slid the plastic bar to ‘off,’ unplugged, and rolled up the cord. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes,” Valencia permitted in a quavering voice. “Anything.”

“The secret... which, by the way, suckiest hiding place ever... is it a good thing or a bad thing?” Heather busied herself with reluctantly putting on a bra and briefs to go beneath her work outfit.

“Good. I think. I hope.��� Valencia hugged herself and crossed her ankles. “I just don’t know if it’s something you want to hear.”

The tension left Heather’s body as if she’d been holding her breath. “All right. Well, I respect your privacy so, I mean, I’m not gonna pry. Just know you can always talk to me, if you want to.” She buttoned up a blouse and stepped into a pair of slacks. “I won’t judge you or anything. Scout’s honor although, to be fair, that doesn’t count for as much as it could because I only went to like two meetings during cookie season.”

Valencia laughed, and a relieved smile brightened Heather’s face. She leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across Valencia’s cheek. Their eyes met when Heather pulled away. The revelation flew from Valencia’s mouth before she could stop it.

“I like you.”

“Good. It’d put a different spin on the last few days if you told me we were hatefucking this whole time.”

Heather gave Valencia’s shoulder a little shove and then walked out of the room. Valencia followed so quickly that it startled Heather when she turned around and found her standing there. 

“I don’t think you understand.” Valencia’s features were gravely serious. “I like you.”

“I like you, too. Do you want pancakes?”

“No, I mean I like like you,” Valencia clarified with wide eyes.

“As opposed to unlike liking me?” Heather prepped the skillet and set the temperature for the burner.

“Heathe...” Valencia’s expression was a unique blend of reprimanding scowl and petulant frown as she popped onto her earlier seat. 

Heather laughed but, upon seeing Valencia’s continued genuine distress, she relented. “I get it, V. Don’t worry. I just like teasing you. Y’know, to be flirty.”

“Would it be so hard to make this easy on me?” 

Heather pulled Valencia nearer, counter stool and all. She cupped Valencia’s face in her hands and kissed her. “Like that?” she joked. Heather leaned in until their noses and foreheads touched. “Was that easier?”

Valencia tried to look sullen but the facade wouldn’t stay in place. She locked her legs against Heather’s back pockets, draped both arms around her neck, and found Heather’s lips again with hers. “It’s not a bad start.”

[alicesaurus]

Many moons ago, I reblobbed a Ryder ask meme that went around. @cakedeficit immediately told me to answer all of them. So I’ll be posting some answers about Kat and Scott whenever I remember to do so

buckle the fuck up nerds lets do this shit

1. The basics! Whats their full name, gender, and sexuality? Describe their general appearance and/or include a picture. Is there anything you canon beyond what the game allows?

Kathryn Florence Ryder, but she's gone by Kat since she was a small child. Kat's a cis woman and bisexual. She was named after Kathryn Sullivan, the first American woman to walk in space, and Florence Bascom, the first woman to be hired by the USGS as a geologist. Kat is reasonably tall at 5'8" and wiry with knobbly knees. She has one dimple that makes an appearance with her infamous shit-eating grin, with its crooked lower left cuspid. A researcher she fancied once told Kat that she always looks to be involved in mischief...which isn't far from the truth. Sullivan Scott Ryder is a cis male and a heteroromantic asexual. There ended up being two Sullivans in his class in early grade school, where he lost the all important rock-paper-scissors match to determine the true Sullivan. After a while, he got used to being Scott and mostly discarded his first name. Kat bounces between calling him Sully and Scottie. He's long since given up on trying to stop her.

Scott is 5'11", with a swimmer's frame and sharp joints. He takes more after their father, with a sharper demeanor and less than friendly resting face. He has a gap toothed smile and a crooked nose. 

[nygaardgardner7-blog]

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[cuspidgoddess]

💡 I wanna switch it up mildly and ask what inspired fumi/shoto? It's such a strange pairing (don't get me wrong, I adore them I just wanna know what brought them together in your mind)

They were sort of a happy accident. I needed a way to get Shoto to Dabi, and there were very few ways I could do that that wouldn’t garner immediate suspicion from UA so it had to be Fumi that brought him, and the only way that would happen is if they were already friends. Then their characters sort of grew together and I have always pictured Shoto needing some level of tactile reassurance, and same with Fumikage and they just sort of started to cling to each other when I would put them in scenes together 🫠

The more they interacted and became comrades with this huge secret betrayal of the heroes for the family they had found for themselves the more the little pool noodle of a ship that they are grew.

Originally I had been planning to pair Fumi with Toshi because from the start when I decided Fumikage was an orphan I had already decided he and Toshi would be best friends. But then Fumi and Shoto happened and my Fumi/Toshi idea was quietly sent to a farm up north.

Thanks for playing my dear!

[cuspidgoddess]

💀

Stolas? I love him so much!!

This one took some thought! I think Stolas’s biggest rival would be Ingenium. It definitely blossoms from a more serious “vigilantes are criminals” to “Stolas god damnit you said you’d let me have this case!” It’s fairly playful and good natured once they realize they’re on the same team.

Thanks for playing dear!

[cuspidgoddess]

👻 not fully awake yet, choose the funniest one in your opinion

hi cuspid 😊

Hi Georgie!!

I am a strong believer that Bakugo has an irrational fear of thunderstorms. Yes he is aware that his quirk lets off louder sounds and flashes of light but either way, he’s still afraid of thunder. Mitsuki thinks ifs tied to the latent lupine genes that run in her family.

When there are storms he absolutely does not hide in Fumi’s nest, and he totally hates the weighted blanket Shoto got for him (both things help a lot).

Thanks for playing 🥰

[cuspidgoddess]

😇 about Usagi? 🤗

After further discussion Chronic asked about what led to Usagi taking Keigo up on his offer to join the PLF. So I give you a short blurb (674 words).

The First Virtue

Content warning: nongraphic mention of sexual assault, quirk discrimination, de-humanization and sexualization. Viewer discretion advised.

Being a hare is hard. Being prey isn’t even the hard part, he’s used to that. What he isn’t used to is the attention he’s started receiving since he turned 16. By the time he's 18 hands constantly trying to grab his tail, people trying to touch his ears have become his normal. A polite step away and a "please stop" usually earn an irritable scoff but the hands will fall away.

Rabbits- bunnies- hares- they're all the same to the world around him- have been a sex symbol for so long that people have stopped seeing him as a person. As soon as he started running for fun- for training the last of his baby fat fell away making way for toned calves, muscled thighs and a round ass- he became just another dumb bunny. They’re pests, and it shows when they try to poison produce at farmers markets, when he passes the prostitutes that look so much like him, when men leer at him from darkened alley’s.

Laying in the gutter, staring at the filthy bricks in front of him he can’t help but wonder dully how he got here. How can I be Usagi, the red light rabbit, the vigilante with the most sexual assault saves and serial rapist arrests and still become a statistic. I didn’t even scream… I didn’t fight- I just froze. How could I have frozen like that? His eyes burn almost as bad as the scrapes on his palms and knees. His cheek feels bruised from where his face was shoved against the cement and there’s an ache at the base of his spine that he will never ever forget the feeling of, a burning shooting pain that radiates through his tail and makes his eyes burn worse, but he can’t move, he’s still frozen, heart beating way too fast. His heart is going to give out, he’s going to die alone in the gutter, just like so many others, too frightened by the terrible world they’ve been born into, too afraid to live. He tries to keep his sobs quiet, terrified of being found so vulnerable. It doesn’t matter that he’s been used, that he’s dirty and bleeding, he’s seen enough of the evils of life to know that to some those things don’t matter. 

It takes every bit of strength he has to crawl out of site, to wedge himself beneath the nearest stinking dumpster, out of sight, out of danger, his instincts promise. Hinata wishes he was a rabbit, wishes more than anything that he had a fluffle to go home to. The thing about hares is they aren’t rabbits. Rabbits are social creatures that live in groups. Hares are not, and leverets don’t get to stick around once they reach maturity. He’s been on his own since he was 17, hasn’t been able to hold a job because when management or the owner finds out he’s uncooperative they turn him loose. He lost his apartment last week and now more than ever he wishes there was someone that would notice he hadn’t made it home. 

He closes his eyes trying to block out the horrible, angry scent that clings to his skin, tries to conjure up anything else to think about then how fast his heart is beating, how all he can smell is blood and cum and around hear how life around him keeps moving as if his whole world hasn’t shattered around him. 

His mind brings him to red wings. Red wings and a lop sided, sharp toothed smile and the most faultless predatory eyes he had ever seen. 

“If you change your mind, need a place to go, or you need help,” Keigo sends one of his smallest feathers to the hare. “Talk to the feather... I know it’s hard being a mutant in this world, my old image didn’t really support that fact, but we have to stick together. There aren’t nearly enough mutant heroes out there, and we all need a flock... or a colony. Give me a whisper if you want to fight for change.” 

With a shaky hand he pats at his pocket and promises himself he’ll find a place where he belongs. 

[cuspidgoddess]

👉🏼👈🏼

#20

✨👻

#20: Danika Yew!

✨: Danika is the princess of famine and Earths living riches. Her 'not quirk' is control over plant growth. So long as the environment can support it (correct minerals, decent soil, humidity, sun), she can grow anything wherever she likes. On the flip side, she can also kill a field of wild flowers as fast as she can grow them. When she registered her not quirk she named it 'sowing'.

👻: Danika is afraid of fire. Heavenly fire, the only sort of fire that could really harm a higher demon. It makes for a bad match up against her plants.

[cuspidgoddess]

Yew Family Ask Game

Step 1: Choose a number between 1-26 OR Lilith, Lucifer or Luis

Step 2: Select a prompt or write in your own

🍎 Favorite sin to feed on?

👯‍♀️ Best friend/favorite sibling?

❤️ Do they have a mate?

⚔️ Weapon or fighting style?

⚫️ What circle of Hell do they spend the most time in?

✨ What is their 'not quirk'/abilities?

🐱 Do they have any pets?

🌡️ How many times did they fail the temperament test and what sections?

🤷 Do they have any special skills?

✖️ What was the biggest culture shock coming to the mortal realm?

👻 Do they have any irrational fears?

💡 What do they do with their time on Earth?

🗺️ Where in the world are they?

[cuspidgoddess]

hi cuspid!!

can I ask what Lilith, Lucifer and Luis think of their children?

Hi Fox! The L’s (hehe) are very proud of their spawn. All 3 L’s coparent their kids despite who might actually have sired them. They have definitely spoiled their brood but they are very pleased with the beings they have grown into.

Overall they want their kids to be happy in their positions both on hell and on Earth, and attempt to as warm and welcoming as possible for their (normally terrified) mates. To those lacking the instincts inherent to the demon court they can come off as cold and unfeeling, but they have a very loving relationship and the Yew darklings seek to emulate that in their own relationships.

Thanks for playing! ❤️