#if the timeline goes back to normal of course.....

[phymarsh]

guys i definitely know and HOPE that we will have a pannel where mitsuba switch from calling kou 'minamoto-kun' to 'kou-kun' like nene did, but i know that this switch will probably make kou's mind go blank and CRAZY

[chatonfils]

So like I’m adding this photo and blurb in an edit but this is the area in which my brain p much stops aging Dick up. He’s perpetually 27 in my brain and I’ve got the ages skewed a little to fit this au, but Jason is always 5-6 years younger than Dick in my head. So the correct answer will always be whatever Dick’s current age is minus 5-6 years based on consumer preferences. You can fuck with all the younger Robin’s ages as much as you want as long as Jason remains 5-6 years younger than Dick.

Also my timelining here is not permanent it’s just a rough idea since I’ve only really read Tim’s Pride comics 😂😂😂 Bernard is just one of my blond boys doing what blond boys do. Anyways Dick is my favorite DC character and Billy is my second favorite DC character.

can you do "how old do you think jason todd is?" maybe starting at "18 or younger" and then "19", "20", "21", etc? maybe ending at "27 or older"

thank you and sorry if i didnt do this correctly ;w;

You did this correctly! Thank you for the poll submission :)

[sssapplebottomjeans]

i know the point of rapunzel putting on the crown at the end of the series was that she was finally comfortable in it, and i know that it was the only possible ending for her but it never fails to make me unbelievably sad she was doomed before she was even born, she was doomed because she was born. the darkness of the black rocks was already unleashed because she was saved. after she was kidnapped, there were no other heirs, why? infertility, plot reasons, grief? and she comes back from 18 years of being fucked in the head by gothel, she comes back as a myth, "the lost princess of the sun kingdom" even more so when she sneaks out before her coronation and suddenly the mark of this stupid cosmic mistake, the mark of her trauma is latched onto her in 70 feet worth of unbreakable blonde hair and there's these expectations that come with being this myth, this lost princess from the tower. instead of having 18 years of learning things normally, it all gets shoved on her in six months. probably not six months after that, her parents leave for two days, leaving her in charge, and of course it all goes wrong. and of course she blames herself for it. and of course the fairly reasonable decision at the time to prioritize an entire kingdom over this one kid she barely knows lands her in deep shit, gets her mom kidnapped and her loved ones almost killed (i honestly don't even blame her for not visiting varian after the storm. she knew he was mad at her and she knew something was wrong. she was scared and didn't want to face what the possibilities could be because, i don't know, that's what she'd been taught to do for eighteen years of her life?) then all the things with cass's betrayal which is a post in of itself, coming home just to be made temporary queen and knowing it all rides on you. "you're not alone" "maybe it would be better if i were" NO ONE talks about this line holy shit so she's doomed to be royalty and doomed to be this mythical figure either way that has to save the kingdom and her friends from destruction because her father decided to save her. even if she'd somehow ran off with eugene in the movie (+cut her hair) instead of realizing her heritage, the rocks still would've been a problem. in all honesty, i think in all timelines she still would've been curious about them and touched them. she probably still would've been found out and made crown princess she should've had the chance to live a normal life after the tower and be as wild as she wanted with no global consequences but no she gets this. it's not like she even makes a particularly good "savior-figure" OR princess/queen anyway (and then i think about arianna being so similar to rapunzel and mellowing out when she became queen and i fear rapunzel would turn out the same way eventually, i fear she's still trapped but it was the only ending she ever could've gotten so i mean at least she's making the best of it) hhrhgnjfd thinking about her

[writeroutoftime]

family help

pairing: carmy berzatto x fem!reader (requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt)

summary: when Carmy goes to propose, everyone at the bear pitches in to make it a special night

warnings: none!

words: 1k

a/n: ahh, my first time posting writing in quite a long time! definitely nervous, but I loved writing for Carmy, especially since it's 4 days until season 4! anyway, I hope you enjoy!

oOoOo

Carmy felt as though he could throw up. Granted, being in the middle of opening a restaurant on a six month-timeline made him want to throw up often, but especially in this moment. He looked around the room at all the people who cared about him. Richie and Fak arguing about where to put the flowers. Tina and Syd bringing out the food. And Sugar keeping a watchful eye on everything.

In that moment, Carmy reached into his pocket, feeling around for the small box. It had become his nervous tick over the past few weeks. Making sure the ring - your ring - was still there. It felt heavy in Carmy's hand, and he couldn't resist taking one more peak at the ring. Hopefully, the last time he would like at it before it found its new home on your finger.

It was Tina who snapped Carmy out of his thoughts. "Let me see the ring again, Jeff." she smiled."

Though he had already shown her the ring, Carmy obliged and angled the box towards Tina. "Now, I just have to pray she says yes."

"Nah, I know she's gonna say yes. You two are strong."

"Thanks, T."

A few hours later, you pushed open the door to The Bear, looking around. "Carmy?" you called out when you didn't see any of the normal bustle for this time at the restaurant.

Walking further into the space, you gasped when you saw a candlelit table framed by your favorite flowers. The door to the kitchen opened softly off to the side, and you turned and saw Carmy.

"Uh, hi." he smiled, running his hand through his hair for what looked like the nth time.

"Hi." you echoed, heart warming at the sight. "So, what's all this? Doesn't look like family to me."

"Right, you're, uh, you're right." he spoke slowly, taking a few steps towards you. "But, I, uh, did have some help."

You took a moment to take a closer look at the table. Not only were your favorite type of flowers, but also all your favorite foods. You smiled softly and turned towards your boyfriend. "What is going on?" you giggled. "It isn't our anniversary. It's not my birthday. It's not your birthday. So, what am I missing?"

"Do I need an excuse to treat my girl to a nice dinner?" he asked, pretending to be wounded by your words.

But Carmy pushed forward and pulled a chair out for you. He gestured for you to take a sit, pushing it back in as you sat. After a quick run to the kitchen, he brought out the main course and took the seat across from you.

The two of you ate, laughed, and caught up. Though you saw him every day, opening The Bear had taken a lot out of him. It was nice to just be with each other. No stress, no menus, nothing.

Eventually, Carmy reached out to grab your hand in his calloused run, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. He gave you his signature, nervous grin, his curls falling in front of his eyes. "Hey, you, um, you look really beautiful tonight."

There was no way to stop your face from heating up at his words.

"And I hope you know how much I love you." Carmy continued.

"I know." you whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm glad." he took a deep breath. "I know this shit with the restaurant has been crazy recently. And I know I haven't been there as much as I should be." he rushed on so you wouldn't interrupt. "But you're on my mind every second of the day. Even when I should be worried about the menu, or plates, or literally anything else, I'm thinking of you.

"It's been that way since our first date. And I have no doubt it's going to stay that way. I want to be by your side for everything that comes next. Restaurant or not. You're my rock, babe. I don't know what I would fucking do without you." he chuckled.

He reached into his jacket and grabbed a small box before shifting to one knee. Your heart was practically in your throat as you watched the scene unfold before you. It was impossible to stop the tears that welled in your eyes.

"Carmy-"

"Just wait, please? Let me get this out." he paused, only continuing when you nodded. "There's a lot I'm not sure about in my life, but the one thing I'm damn sure about is you. So, y/n, will you marry me?"

There was no need to take time to think over your answer or to worry about being eloquent. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you, Carmen Berzatto."

"Fuck, really?" Carmy asked, feeling emotional himself, as if he hadn't expected you to actually agree.

When you repeated your response, he fumbled with the ring, almost dropping it. But he managed to keep hold of it and gentle slid it onto your left ring finger. He took a moment to admire the way it looked there, praying he would never see it off. Looking up at you, he smiled, knowing he was the luckiest man ever.

"I love you." you whispered, pulling Carmy up so you could finally hold him.

"And I love you."

As the two of you leaned into kiss, you yelped in surprise when there was a barrage of cheering and yelling that came from the kitchen. Whipping your head in that direction, your head falling against Carmy's shoulder, laughing as you saw your friends - your family - pour into the dining room.

"I told you I had help." Carmy whispered in your ear, chuckling himself.

It didn't take long for the two of you to became separated as Sydney and Sugar gushed over your ring and Richie and Fak were clapping Carmy on the back. Despite the chaos, it was perfect, and you paused to savor the moment. Carmy managed a glance at you over his shoulder and winked. Yeah, you knew everything would be alright.

[oceantornadoo]

the ex-wife chronicles pt.6 (ex husband!john price x f!reader) final chap :)

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tw: CAR SMUT, daddy kink always, john has a hat kink, unedited

When the lights dim in preparation for an unruly night and the bottom of your dinner plate only contains crumbs, John nudges you with his knee. “Ready t’ go?” He asks sharply, to the edge of pushy. You may understand what he’s asking for, but that doesn’t mean you have to do it on his timeline. If you really want this to work, to bandage old wounds and try your hardest to not forge new ones, he needs to be able to compromise. And you need to be able to push back when he tries not to.

“Actually, I want to stay. The live band looks interesting.” You nod to the band setting up on stage, a motley pair of two men about to hit grandfather age and a woman with dyed hair who looks like she just graduated college. When you turn back to John, he’s frowning adorably. No doubt he planned to steal you back to base and ravish you until you were too fucked out to say no to whatever proposal he has. His black beanie, replacing the usual seat of his boonie hat, makes him look more like a civilian and less like a wilderness explorer. Paired with his dark green Henley (you wonder who got it for him, since he never used to shop, but quickly banish the thought) and dark jeans, he almost looks normal. Another man from another life, that you met at a coffee shop or a bookstore instead of a battlefield, blood dripping down both of your hands.

He still hasn’t responded to your quip about the band. This time it’s you nudging him, but he lays a heavy hand on your knee to get you to stop moving. “Let’s get a good seat then.” You blink in surprise, eyelashes fluttering. “Really?” You question. He nods, slapping down enough bills to cover your food before getting off his stool. A callused hand is offered to you like a promise, waiting. A small smile tugs at the edge of his beard, almost playful. You take his hand.

He leads you to the tables in front of the stage, choosing one at the back with the wall behind it. John takes the worser seat, back to the wall and view slightly obstructed, and pulls out your chair. You soon gather it’s a selfish move, as the moment you sit, he yanks the chair of the leg until you’re thigh to thigh, his jeans against your maxi dress. “Brute.” You mutter. A warm presence makes itself known on your thigh, gripping hard. “Brat.” He answers. You smile. 

The band starts, covering older rock songs in an acoustic manner. You’re far back enough where you can have a socially acceptable conversation, people milling about and catching up with friends. You’re actually enjoying yourself: swaying to the music, teasing John about how this is his era (you’re the same age), tapping his hand occasionally. It’s almost nice.

“John Price, is that you?”

The niceness dies in your throat.

When you turn around and find the origin of the voice, jealousy claws its way into your stomach. She’s beautiful, of course, the height and shape you’ve always wanted to be. Ten years younger and perky, her skin glowing with youth. It goes against everything you believe as a woman and a professional, but you hate her. Instantly.

“Hey, Marie.” John rumbles, the boom of his voice itching against your skin. Marie nears the table, not even registering your presence as she keeps a smile on her face that would make any billboard model jealous. “Long time, no see.” Marie bats her eyelashes, popping one hip out of her offensively-stylish dress. She sticks out a hand, smooth and unblemished as compared to your own scarred ones, and John takes it gently, using the hand that was on your knee. You stiffen at the realization. It’s only when your chair screeches at your movement backwards does Marie notice your existence.

“John! Nasty manners, not introducing me to your friend.” She pulls her hand out of John’s grasp and moves it in front of you, not dissimilar to the same offering John made not an hour ago. You say your name quietly, shaking her hand before quickly returning your own hand to your lap. “How do you two know each other?” It jumps out of both of your mouths, and you awkwardly laugh as she giggles. “Work,” you bite out, unsmiling. Anger rolls off John in waves, and you almost snort at the gall of that man. What did he want you to say? This is my ex-husband who I got off on last night and had no idea that you two are clearly something. Sorry!

“John’s so mysterious about his work. Makes me want to ask a thousand questions, just to get ‘classified’ as the answer.” Marie replies, eyes lighting up in excitement. A seat is procured out of nowhere and she plops down, knees almost touching the back of your chair. “It’s not too interesting. John’s good at telling stories.” Your eyes catch his as the truth rolls off your tongue. To an ordinary person, he’s simply caught off-guard, but you can sense the irritability sparking like a live wire under his skin.

“How funny! You never told me any stories when we dated, John.” It’s like a simulated bullet to the heart. Hurts like hell, but you can’t say you didn’t see it coming. She’s clearly comfortable with him and he hasn’t told her off yet. The past tense of her sentence doesn’t quell any discomfort, leading to even more questions. Is this a pattern of his, chasing exes until one of them acquiesces? They clearly didn’t end on bad terms. 

“Lot of things that didn’t happen when we dated, Marie.” John grumbles. His eyes are desperately searing into the side of your head, but yours are locked on the floor. On how the tip of Marie’s heel is tapping the side of John’s boot. On how he doesn’t pull back. Maybe this has all been a matter of proximity, him chasing whoever’s closest and willing. 

The music stops on a crescendo, the band leaving the stage to take a break. The last few guitar riffs hang in the air, and you see how she looks at him. It’s the same way you used to, ten years ago. As the audience claps, you decide it’s your chance to take your leave. In a controlled movement, you stand out of your seat, grab your bag and throw it on your shoulder. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Marie. Unfortunately, I’ve got an early day tomorrow. Feel free to take my seat.” You don’t even acknowledge John in your goodbye. She gives you her own sweet goodbye and you can’t even hate her anymore. Turning on your heel, you zero in on the nearest exit and dash there in a few steps.

The crisp night air hits you like a slap in the face. You go right, mourning the fact it’s a mile walk to where you parked your car earlier in the day. For a minute, your quick footsteps are light. Alone.

In a few more seconds, the heavy tone of boots hits the ground.

“Stop following me.”

“Stop running like you’re scared.”

You stop in disbelief. When you turn, it’s all him. Honed muscles flexing in frustration under his clothes, dark blue eyes flashing with something dangerous. “I’m not scared, John. I’m being realistic. We don’t know each other anymore. There’s a ten year gap, filled with god-knows how many Maries. We’ve been bullshitting ourselves thinking this is anymore than a drunk fuck.” You emphasize the last word with a snarl, not stopping your pace until you’re toe-to-toe, chest heaving with restrained emotion.

“A drunk fuck? Didn’t know ya were a comedian, sweetheart. We didn’t even get that far.” He replies in a measured tone. You scoff and roll your eyes like he’s turned you into a petulant child. “I forgot that you don’t take my words seriously. It’s always just what you want, isn’t that right?” You ask, hands on your hips as you wait for him to talk down to you again. For him to assume your wants and needs like he knows you better than yourself. Like he can’t trust you with you.

“No, I- Fuck. C’mere.” He pushes the side of your shoulder until you’re turned to the road, facing the parking garage across the street. Tired of this fight, you let him guide you across the street and up a few levels until you’re staring at the truck. His truck.

“You look like a douche, John.” You yell, hoping he understands how ridiculous he looks in the seat of this brand new black truck. The asphalt of the parking lot gleams in the summer heat, matching the sweat that drips off the suited car salesman’s brow. You don’t care if your words offend the salesman - it’s clear John is buying this car. A purchase he’s due after you’ve both earned your Lieutenant titles. Your own reward is still up in the air, a permanent question mark in your mind. 

“C’mon, baby. Y’ve got to try it out.” You shrug apologetically to the salesman as John opens the driver’s side door, an obvious invitation. The salesman visibly cringes as John presses a fancy button to move the seat all the way back to make room for you. It takes you a second to step up on the built-in bar, but you settle quickly into his lap as grabby hands pull you in. “You see it?” John murmurs into your ear. You shake your head, unsure what he means. All you see is the primary colored cars in the parking lot, the sweaty salesman hoping he’ll get a sale off to the side. “What are you talking about, Lieutenant Price?” You giggle at his new title, testing how it sounds on your tongue. Your thighs are trapped between his own and the edge of the steering wheel, but he somehow tugs you impossibly closer. 

“Driving home after a long day at base. Look.” He tilts your chin in a random direction, making you face a bright billboard sign, but you hum affirmatively like it’s the exit from base. “You’re ordering delivery from that Thai place we like, annoyed because they’re out of coconut milk. See our house?” You nod at his words like they’re truth, imagining a home in the distance. Maybe something built at the edge of town, far away from cookie-cutter suburban neighborhoods and the nonstop racket of base. A farm house or a Spanish villa, something that John works on when you’re on leave. You lean back closer until his smooth cheek finds the side of your face.

“My cat in the window.” You add. He snorts into your hair. “You and this bloody imaginary cat. It better be friendly.” You sigh, content to relax into this worn faux-argument of yours. You want a cat, he says no, you compromise with a dog-friendly one. “Keep going,” you whisper, not wanting the moment to break. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the salesman walk away, pretending to be on a call. John squeezes your thigh before speaking again. “There’s construction on the side ‘cause I’m buildin’ ya a library attachment.” You whip around, almost smacking John’s nose in your excitement. “Would you? That’s practically a proposal, John Price.” His right hand finds your bare left one, rubbing soft circles over the empty ring finger. “Tha’ doesn’t scare me, sweetheart.” He says resolutely, like a promise. You gulp at his seriousness. His eyes go dark, like he’s waiting for you to say no so he can force you anyways. Your hand escapes his grip to land on his face, brushing the cheekbones that’ve gotten more exposed over time.

“Get the truck, John.”

You weren’t even engaged when he bought it, but he acted like you were buying it together. Making sure you approved of the payment plan, despite it not coming from your own paycheck. Letting you argue with the salesman over the contract rate, his hand firm on your thigh.

“You still have the truck?” You ask stupidly, the answer to your question in front of you. John brings you around the side and opens up the passenger seat door, waiting for you to get in before closing it. It’s only when he gets into his own side does he respond. “‘Course I have it.” 

Your brows furrow in confusion. “It must be eleven years old.” You point out. He shrugs, occupied with something in his glove box. John doesn’t seem to care that your knees are right there, letting his fingers brush this way and that as he digs for something. “‘S not tha’ old for a truck. Anythin’ breaks, Simon an’ I fix it when we’ve got time.” Successful in his search, John pulls away from your lap, closing the glove box. He’s got a brown leather notebook in his hands, the edges of its pages yellow with age. All you can do is stare.

“Read it.” He places it face down on your lap, thumb between two pages as a marker. He only lets go when you pick it up, hands suddenly trembling for no apparent reason. His handwriting is sharp, paragraphs gathered tightly with multiple entries per page. Like he only has a few words to get out per entry, no time for frilly platitudes.

One month

Laswell says you’re enjoying yourself in America. Something about cheese curds? 

I can still taste your lips.

Three months

Lawyer says all the assets have been split. Gave me the paperwork to take you off my pension. I can’t think of how to tell him it’s all ripped up in a trash can somewhere. 

Six months

Been shipped out for the first time since the divorce. Forgot your picture was in my gear. Couldn’t take it out.

A year

Fucked someone new for the first time and couldn’t finish. Only picked her because her hair was like yours.

You flip through more entries, unable to read further about him fucking someone else. There’s rants about new teammates and irritating recruits. You stop when you see your name.

Three years

I’ve been thinking we got it wrong. Your number isn’t connected and Laswell won’t give me your new one.

Five years

Happy anniversary. Heard you’re dating someone new. I am too. Marie.

Still thought about you when I geared up for a mission.

Six years

Marie wants to get married. I told her I don’t do marriage. 

Six years, six months

She put a ring ad on my kitchen table. I broke it off.

After that, the entries grow in length. More words about ‘Kyle, Simon, and Johnny’. Stories of someone named Nikolai. You almost grow jealous at the mention of a ‘Farah’. You tell yourself to not be an idiot.

Eight years

Don’t want kids anymore, think I’ve seen too much. If there’s anyone I would’ve had them with, it would’ve been you.

Nine years

Getting too old for hookups. Last one said I’d make a good silver fox. 

The boys have caught on that I keep bringing home girls who look the same. Take a wild fucking guess. Fucking ghost, you are.

Ten years, three months

You’re back. It has to be a sign.

When you look up, John’s scanning the dark parking garage like it’s enemy territory, despite this being the only vehicle on this level. You clear your throat, instantly regretting the action as you’re hit with the full force of his attention. “John.” You croak, the words dying in your throat. Your face is wet, eyelashes struggling to blink against the weight of tears.

John hits that button from all those years ago, the seat shooting backwards. You go to him willingly, settling yourself at home in his lap, the notebook still in your hands. “I didn’t know you had a diary.” You try to grin, but it’s a watery smile at best. He thumbs at the soft skin under your eyes, smoothing away salty tears. “Make fun all you want, but I’m real glad I had it. Some birdie told me it’s good to write down your emotions.” Something you always told him to do when you were together. It’d always end in an argument about you therapizing him, but the fact that he listened…

“My journals are back at base.” You murmur, hoping he catches your meaning. Those hairy paws of his cup your face reverently, making your cheeks warm under his ministrations. “You tellin’ me you wrote somethin’ similar?” He asks. You nod meekly, a bit glad he isn’t immediately reading them. You’re sure your paragraphs of rants and fraught emotions might not be as romantic as his bits of yearning. 

“I trust you, pet.” He promises. You blink, eyes still wet. Unbelievable how he knew what you needed, how you weren’t sure if you were different. If he valued your time together as much as you did, treasuring your marriage and the times before it like a rare prize. “I’m sorry for doubting you.” You apologize, suddenly embarrassed at your outburst. He clicks his tongue at your sad performance. “Smart of you, sweetheart. We’ve got a lot of shit to dig through.” You bark out a laugh at his understatement. An idea comes to you suddenly.

“If we do this, John.” He tilts your face until your eyes meet, his steady and sure. “I want to do marriage counseling. I don’t think I can survive another failed try.” You admit. A rough thumb brushes over your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it bounce back into place. Your hands find purchase in his beard, familiarizing with the new, gruff feel of it.

“Okay.” He answers. You grin, unable to help yourself as you squeeze his cheeks. He grumbles something and you’re laughing until you aren’t, his lips against yours in quiet admonishment. It’s like coming home - soft and heart filling. You melt into him, the fabric of your dress tightening as you try to inch closer. He takes care of the problem, wrenching the skirt up until it settles around your waist. You moan as your clothed core settles over his lap, rocking experimentally against him. He nips your lip as you rock, chasing it with his tongue.

John’s lips never leave your skin. He cherishes your cheeks, the line of your jaw, the skin of your neck. You tug off his beanie, placing it on your own head as you wrap yourself in the ridiculousness of the moment. Making out with John Price, ex-husband and potential new boyfriend, in the front seat of a car in a parking garage like you’re teenagers with a curfew to beat. 

His lips find the tips of your shoulders, brushing over the straps of your sundress. You steady yourself with his shoulders as he tugs a strap down with his teeth, growling when you giggle. “You’re feral.” You whisper, pulling him closer until his lips meet your nipple. In lieu of an answer, he sucks hard, sending a spark down to your core. A whine leaves your mouth unbidden, a desperate sound you didn’t know you still had in your vocabulary. There’s no time to wonder if he likes what time has done to your body as he lavishes your tits, his hands rolling your other nipple in a pattern that gets you rocking harder against him.

Upset he is still clothes, you find the edge of his shirt and pull up, hard. It gets stuck around his arms but John gets the point, pulling back to yank it over his head, almost hitting the truck ceiling. Your tits have decidedly escaped the confines of your fabric, scraping deliciously against his hairy chest as you capture his lips once again. “I like how hairy you are.” You murmur against his lips, highlighting your point by running your hands up and down his chest. He’s tougher than he was ten years ago, muscles resisting age as they stand firm against your hands. His fingers travel under your dress, finding the seam of your underwear, rubbing back and forth.

“Same f’ you, pet.” John murmurs as he moves your panties out of the way, brushing through your curls as he finds how wet you are. His thumb, the same one that was just salty with tears, finds your clit, making small circles as you keen into his neck. “Want you, John.” You pant, frustrated with how slow he’s going.

“Need t’ prep ya, sweetheart.” He reasons, a finger slipping into your hole, messy with want. You hiss at the intrusion, biting down on his shoulder. He barely flinches, his free hand squeezing your waist as he works you deeper onto a finger. You suck at the skin under you, not caring where as long as it’s him. Saliva pools on his skin and one finger becomes two, your hips jerking as you find a rhythm. You mouth at his neck, his jaw, his earlobe. “Please,” you beg, needing him to be inside you now. Your hands travel to the waistband of his jeans, fumbling with the button when he doesn’t stop you. As you tug the zipper down, hips high to give you room, he fits a third thick finger in, the stretch almost burning.

“So big, John,” you slur, not sure if you’re talking about his fingers or his cock in your grip, a sight you’ve been starving for. His chuckle vibrates through your skin, echoing to your core as your hips burn with effort and you clench around his fingers. “Gettin’ close, baby. You wanna come on my fingers or my cock?” He exhales harshly as you start to pump him, movements uneven as you focus on your orgasm, walls fluttering in anticipation.

“Cock, want your cock.” You moan, swiping at the beads of precum as you try to move your wrist faster. You’re suddenly empty as his fingers leave you, whining at his abandonment. “Ask me politely,” he growls, pulling you closer until his cock brushes through your folds. Friction hits your clit, want gathering at the base of your spine. “Please, John.” He pinches your waist and you frown. “C’mon, pet.” His eyes darken with want as he watches you grind the folds of your cunt against his cock. Realization hits you and you almost shake at the force of it.

“Please, Daddy. Want your cock.”

The stretch burns, no matter how many fingers you took. It only takes you a few grinds until your orgasm crashes over in waves, your face fitting into his neck as you whine at the sensation. John moves your hips without your help, chasing the thrill. “Can’t last long these days.” He warns, grunting as you clench at his words. Recovered from your orgasm, you help him move you, following the rhythm he sets. A second wave builds, your hands leaving his shoulders to pinch and pull your nipples as you follow what feels good.

You try to close your eyes, but he growls when they flutter. It’s you and him, tits sweaty and sensitive, cunt fluttering, a white base of foam around his cock. “Y’ wearin’ my hat.” He asks, almost in disbelief. You nod as you clench at his baritone, chasing the feeling with every grind. “Fuck, pet, I’m-” He comes in your cunt and you follow suit, grinding against his softening cock until pleasure hits you. It’s all feeling for a second - his cum warm in your belly as you relax your muscles.

John pulls out with a grunt, leaving a trail of white that leaves you aching. “Cunny still takes me so well, baby.” He notes, fingers dipping back into the mess in his lap as he pushes his cum in. All you can do is whine at both his words and the sensation of being stretched too far.

“Hurts, John.” You murmur, doing nothing to stop him. You make a home in his neck, leaning against him for strength as your muscles scream. “Here.” Wet fingers poke at your lips. You open your mouth instantly, no thought behind it, moaning at the familiar taste of him. His fingers leave to rub comforting circles around your waist, the cleanliness of your dress a lost cause.

“You were serious about what you said?” You ask, needing confirmation.

“Deadly serious, sweetheart. Now, relax. Gonna take care of you.”

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thanks for all your support on this one lovelies. hope you enjoyed the last chap!

[hpdabbles]

Harry Potter Fanfic Idea: One Change, Two Lives.

I want time travel, Tomarry au, where Harry arrives before Tom goes insane. Before he even goes to Hogwarts.

I want an au where Harry is just two years older than Tom, due to the time magic, regressing his soul into a Potter's squib that was thrown away and is at Wool's orphanage with Tom. One where he steps in cover for Tom's accidental magic. One who explains why Tom sometimes wants to do what he does and curve his more dangerous tendencies.

Where Harry goes out to find Tom Riddle Sr. to see if the man is willing (and able because he had a terrible thing happen to him by Tom's mother) to take Tom in. He finds that Riddle Sr. is still struggling with what happened to him but is willing to at least provide for his son, even if he can't stand the sight of him sometimes without panic.

Harry remains anonymous in his role of reuniting the Riddles. When Tom is taken out of Wools into a stable home that has a somewhat distant but loving father, kind grandmother, and proud grandfather, he slowly starts to go from being afraid of dying to being scared of letting them down.

He still has some mental issues, but he's no longer dangerous. His father is coming around and, with Harry's help, has repaired his image with the town. They set it up that the Gaunts were illegally stealing from a Riddle water well on the far end of their property, where Riddle Sr. would be the only one to drink out of after riding his horses.

The well was supposedly contaminated because the Gaunts kept using a bucket made of silver, and that caused "madness". This is years later, but Tom eventually finds out Harry saved his father's image.

Tom sees Harry as this hero-like figure, and when he comes to Hogwarts, he finds that Harry is a popular Gryffindor. Because Harry remained at Wools Orphanage, seeing as the Potters had obliviated the potter squib he took over, he changed his name to Harry Evans and pretended to be a muggle-born.

He is one of the most talented muggle-borns to ever step into Hogwarts, and he makes the Potters sweat because he looks so familiar. They just can't tell where. (The Squib had been seven. He looks different now at eleven when he came back).

As a third-year, he's even Quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor team, and literally half the school is in love with him.

Tom Riddle, who has changed enough to be a hat stall, eventually goes to Ravenclaw because his desire for knowledge for knowledge's sake is significantly larger than his ambition in this timeline. He also discovers that in the Wizarding world, gender norms and views on sexuality are so much different than the muggle ones.

He found out that his having a crush on the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain is not an odd thing. Just a different preference and a few of the boys in Ravenclaw have the same opinion as him.

It takes him until the end of his first year to admit it, though.

Meanwhile, Harry decides to try the theory of "nature vs nurture" and live a normal life while Riddle Sr. deals with Tom. He figures that he will take him out if Tom is still a dark lord after having a different childhood.

He also swore off dating, much to the pain of many young mages. Harry had broken so many hearts that Albus Dumbledore side-eyed him, thinking of him as evil, but Harry finds that before he was the headmaster and hero of the war, Dumbledore didn't have much power over him.

If anything, he reminded him of Snape's potion class.

He just isn't prepared for Tom being....a regular teenager. One that is annoyingly open about his crush on him and, over the years, attempts to woo Harry.

Basically, a time travel Au that leads to Tom and Harry's entire relationship is like this:

Of course, after Hogwarts, Harry can't help himself, so he joins the war and, surprisingly, is the one to take down Gellert Grindelwald after taking his education seriously. He becomes the new professor at Hogwarts to become Headmaster.

He took Dumbldore's future since Dumbldore sacrificed his past.

Tom, meanwhile, is busy preparing to take over the Earlship from his father and chooses to focus his obsession with old magic and historical artifacts to become a magical archaeologist.

He's accredited for being the one to find the Hogwarts Founders' four artifacts. Tom uses this fame to search Hogwarts for the Chamber of Secrets- he knows where it is. It's just an excuse to flirt with Headmaster Evans.

[mud-castle]

Ok but now I’m imagine that he grew up like tall, even close to Tigerclaw’s height… like gods Maine coon firestar

Graystripe: starclan Fireheart! How you get so big suddenly! You were so tiny when we first met

Fireheart (not really thinking, too much interest in the shrew he was eating): oh that because I was four moons old when we met

Whole clan goes silent

Longtail: I TRIED TO BEAT UP A BABY?!

Lol, Maine Coon Firestar would have to be like two moons old for him to be considered small for a six month old apprentice.

For the sake of maturity you could make him as big as a normal apprentice by making him three moons. Which is still bad, but he's probably old enough that his speech wouldn't tip them off.

I really want to write a oneshot about this now.

Cats, mostly the different queens, noticing how off his development is compared to the other apprentices but dismissing it because he's a kittypet. Of course he looks like he's about to cry during training when he gets knocked down. That's his kttypet weakness showing. Of course he still pounces on cats' tails and romps with the kits. Kittypets are immature like that.

I think Firepaw might not tell Bluestar out of fear of being kicked out for not being able to keep up. When he gets older he probably realizes how silly it was but to younger him that was a valid threat.

Since Yellowfang figured out that he was a kittypet on her own, I think she'd notice she's fighting a kit and immediately back off. She'd probably have an argument with Spottedleaf later about how no, him being part of a prophecy does not justify you making a kit an apprentice. You should've told Bluestar. what is wrong with you.

Following the timeline, he'd be made a warrior at like six or seven moons old. Canon Firestar was at least a young adult when he became leader, Maine Coon Firestar wouldn't even be fully matured at a few moons less than two years old.

Maine coons also don't shed their kitten coats until they're two years old. So Firestar suddenly starts shedding an insane amount and finally gets his adult coat and the clan is silently horrified. I mean, they're probably already concerned that he never stopped growing until he was leader. Even Tigerstar was grown at the age they thought Fire was. If you want to be symbolic this could happen around the time they form Lionclan.

Tigerstar is beefing with a teenager until his death.

Fireheart is like a fourteen year old trying to train a thirteen year old Cinderpaw. No wonder it ended badly

[ebbpup]

posting about this au cause i like it

more about it under here

timeline time!!

(This part is also like, a headcanon for the canon timeline) so wanda and cosmo leave for vacation, its pretty soon after they stop living with timmy, so maybe when peri is 9-10. they leave him in the care of Cosmo's parents, however it can be difficult for them so other fairies (probably some of the main ones we see outside of the family) would look after him. there were lots of expectations set on him due to how powerful he was at birth and his family history so he always pushed himself to do as good as he could! He even got a scholarship into a really good school!

now, here is where the timeline diverges, while for the canon timeline, Peri keeps trying, gets into a good college/university, becomes a fairy godparents, ect. ect. but not here, when he's about 16 he's tired of all the pressure put on him, he wants out, he envies the humans and wishes he could have a life like that. so why doesn't he? he packs his stuff and leaves. he's figured out how to give himself more human proportions but he has to wear a beanie and a jacket to hide his wings and crown. he manages to find a new family (he says his bio parents are dead), goes to a normal school and starts living a normal, "human" life.

eventually he is able to move out of home and into the apartment complex along with 3 roommates (will design them soon, probably). he gets into college/university and is able to do an online course (of what? idk). his life is good! he hasn't seen anything magical in years! nobody knows where he is (they are aware he is missing in fairy world but have no idea where he could be, not even Irep [or, still Foop since he doesn't know that Peri changed his name] knows where he is)! everything is good. everything is peaceful.

he has no idea that his parents have moved in a floor below him, he only finds out once he runs into the new family in town. Peri bumps into Hazel in her family, that's where the first comic takes place. They keep bumping into him and decide to invite him over for dinner since he seems like such a nice guy and has been very welcoming, Hazel suggests that they invite Wanda and Cosmo too since they've also been very welcoming and they decide, sure why not! By this point Hazel knows that Cosmo and Wanda think that Peri might be their kid since they have told her, and she's gonna give them the opportunity to talk to him! The dinner is a nightmare for Peri, dodging every single question that could reveal his identity, they can't know that he's their son, he can't go back to fairy world! luckily Hazel's parents don't really leave so they can't ask him directly, but the questions do get close. eventually the dinner ends and he can go home.

Que his parents constantly looking for him and Peri hiding, so many occasions of them just missing him. They've probably told others in Fairy World about how they've found him, even Irep finds out (who is now pissed at the name change). So eventually not only is he hiding from his parents, but sometimes others will also try to find him because like dude you went missing as a teenager of course they are looking for you.

also, Peri needs a job and gets hired as a babysitter to look after Dev. Dev and Hazel becoming friends is a nightmare for him.

[rueclfer]

not a lot, just forever // oneshot part two

a/n: i remember talking about this on the timeline a couple of months ago and it has rotted in my brain ever since !!! happy birthday touya baby <3 i am ssssoooooo normal about you!!

keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki

it's been almost a year since touya had started his rehabilitation program, and here you were, like clockwork, willingly sharing his rock hard hospital-grade mattress with your head cushioned against his chest and the same chirpy attitude he couldn't quite understand how you mustered up this early in the morning.

"wanna go get breakfast?"

"no."

"wanna go on a walk?"

"no."

"wanna call fuyumi? mom? spinner? see what they're up to today?"

"no."

a beat of silence passes between you two.

you roll onto your front and prop yourself up onto your elbow, turning face to face with him.

"why do you always have to be so grumpy in the mornings?" you groan, bringing your hand up and swiping away at the stray tuffs of hair hung over his forehead from a night's worth of tossing and turning.

"told you 8am is a crazy time to come visit. every day, too." he scoffs, a slight smirk tugging on the corner of his lips as he reaches up and lazily drags a finger across your jaw. "don't you have better things to do?"

"you're lucky, visitation hours only start at 8am. i'd be with you 24/7 if i had it my way." you whisper, leaning into his hand. "connected by the hip, drinking from the same cup of water, you'd be sick of me in less than 48 hours, and i wouldn't care."

touya instinctively tries to pull away before you melt into his touch, eyes fluttering close for a moment as you release a heavy exhale in content.

the palm of his rough and scarred hand laid flush against the softness of your cheek. he barely has any feeling in his hands anymore, but somehow he feels everything.

this is the first time that question had crossed his mind, like a wild animal running across an unlit road. an audible laugh almost escapes his mouth.

he could only ever hope that you'd come back the next day.

the thought never leaves him. it's always lingering in the back of his head, followed by an internal scoff.

marriage doesn't mean anything. you two love each other, and that's all that matters. marriage is only paperwork. marriage doesn't equal love.

marriage doesn't equal love.

but sometimes it takes one look at you for him to get all choked up, and when this happens he thinks about telling you exactly how he feels. he wants to tell you how much he loves you. it hurts him to be left with no words that could amount to that feeling you give him, so instead he's left balling his fists and pressing the crescent of his nails into his palm trying to ease this ache in his chest.

years later, after touya had completed his program, you're overlooking the city from your shared apartment together.

you've been out running errands and he had spent the day in therapy and meeting with his siblings afterwards. naturally you'll find yourselves sitting across from one another on the fire escape chatting about your days through a shared cigarette and cup of tea.

you're looking out towards the distant city lights. touya's looking at you.

nothing much has changed.

you're sporting the same hoodie you snagged from his closet from what felt like an eternity ago. you picked up smoking thanks to his influence- but socially of course, as you'd like to correct him whenever he makes a snarky comment. you still can't bring yourself to toss that tattered blanket you left with him the first night the hospital staff allowed you to sleepover with him.

and for the millionth time since that morning a few years ago, that question crosses his mind again.

and for the first time, he doesn't roll his eyes or scoff at himself, but instead his mouth goes dry and the palms of his hands grow clammy.

you nudged his leg with your foot. "what're you thinking about, spacey?"

he's thinking about why you're still here. why do you still choose to come back? even after all those years ago when he was ready to leave you behind in this lifetime?

he's thinking about as long as you'll have him, he could spend his life with you doing exactly this. he'll deal with it all- the insufferably loud mornings, shameless PDA, the nagging, the babying, all of it. he doesn't mind at all.

"can i marry you?"

touya sucks in a sharp breath of air and presses his lips together in regret the second the words slip from his mouth.

"if you wanted to leave, you would've by now." he reminds himself- the only thought that'll keep him sane.

"really?" you exclaim, almost spitting out your tea.

touya looks back at you with wide eyes, the butt of the cigarette slipping from his fingers and onto the cold metal of fire escape, spewing sparks of ash against his leg.

a moment of silence passes. then two.

"what do you mean really?"

"you really want to marry me?" your smile grows into a wide grin, making his cheeks flush and stomach twist.

touya’s body moves without a second thought. he crawls over to you and perches himself on one knee. he feels like an idiot. he bites down on his lip in embarrassment as he takes your hand in his cold and rough palms, bringing your knuckles up to his lips.

"really," he mutters against your skin, his voice shaking, "if you’d let me.”

the question lingers in the air for another moment. years of thinking about this, and yet he was far from prepared. he should’ve taken you out. he should've gotten dressed up. he doesn’t even have a ring to give you.

tonight wasn't so different from any other night, but there was a burning ache in his chest that was desperate for that confirmation of forever with you- something that he couldn't have ever been ready for.

you lean forward and move your hand from his grasp to the side of his jaw where you pull him in. 

“you and me, touya. it's always going to be us.” you whisper before colliding your lips with his- sealing a silent promise to one another.

[space-snake]

Danny Phantom headcannon:

The Infinite Realms connects every part of the multiverse, so what happens when two versions of someone dies? Are there two practically identical ghosts?

No!

For a ghost to form, all versions of the person they used to be need to be dead. This is why it’s so hard to contact loved ones from beyond the grave; they’re not actually done getting dead

Of course, there’s multiple types of dead things and it’s not even guaranteed you become a dead thing after you kick the bucket, you might just stop existing entirely. But assuming your eventual destination is ‘ghost’, here’s the process:

You die. Your essence appears in the infinite realms, but it’s not enough to form a core yet. You have no consciousness during this process. Other versions of you die and coalesce, slowly forming a core. Eventually, the last version of you left alive dies as well and a proper core is formed. From there, all your memories of different versions of events get sorted out as you develop a form. This form depends on a lot of factors, including most common cause of death between all the versions of you. Your mind probably doesn’t break because your new ghostly nature allows you to comprehend the process you just went through and form a somewhat linear narrative of your time before being a ghost. Mind breaks aren’t unheard of though, especially for ghosts from more chaotic multiversal clusters (clusters of relatively similar multiverses) but health care is free in the Realms, assuming you know that the Far Frozen exists and are capable of getting there. You probably do know this because there are ghosts dedicated to finding developing cores and protocores and bringing them to a ‘nursery’ so nothing goes wrong during the ghosts formation*

What about Danny?

Every natural universe (that is, a universe that formed ‘naturally’ through incomprehensible infinite realms eldritch stuff instead of like, through magic or timeline stuff) where Danny got zapped by the portal instantly combined into one. Everyone in that universe started experiencing weird mandela effects, Deja vu, glitch in the matrix moments, weird mental health problems, etc. but it never got brought up in the show because it happened before, when Vlad become the first halfa. So their multiversal cluster is a minuscule fraction of what it once was, significantly smaller than the average cluster. And you know how Danny keeps getting stronger? That’s another version of Danny, one who never became a halfa, dying and becoming part of the Danny we’re familiar with. Vlad never really gets stronger because he’s ‘complete’ now.

Normally, when a timeline shift happens and creates a new universe, it will atrophy and die on its own, getting subsumed back into the Realms. However, Clockwork made it so that our Danny’s timeline, instead of remaining an offshoot and eventually decaying, became the prime timeline, causing the ‘original’ timeline to begin decaying. A few things could happen to Dan because of this:

1.) he simply stops existing

2.) he becomes a part of Vlad or Danny

3.) his essence separates and the appropriate parts go back to Vlad and Danny

4.) he is allowed to continue existing, as his own separate being, assuming he faces punishment/gets redeemed/whatever with the understanding that nothing like him has ever existed before so he might end up merging with someone anyway completely against the will or wishes of anyone involved

Dani is a clone, so she’s technically a version of Danny, but according to the laws of the multiverse is actually her own being with her own multiversal variants out there, so no angst about her potentially merging with Danny at some point

*surprise dc crossover: What happens if, in the middle of forming into a ghost, your protocore is suddenly ripped into pieces as you’re brought back to life across multiple universes? Well it depends on how you were brought back. Rotten pools of ectoplasm might surround your core shard for example, creating a strange mixture of revenant and pseudo-halfa….

[kitsu-katsu]

What some people miss when talking about the Fionna and Cake finale is the fact that if Simon's and Betty's arc didn't end how it ended, they had no "happier" option that would be coherent with the series at large

They are the doomed pairing at the center of it all, them realizing just how doomed they were, recognizing it and having their goodbyes was as good as they'd have it, because any other course of action either still dooms them or it dooms the whole world, and that's what all the parallel universes showed

If Simon and Betty never got to the crown, maybe if Simon had gone on with Betty to see the petroglyphs and their sacrifices were more evened out from the beginning, still not too long later the mushroom war would still have erupted, the bombs dropped and as normal humans it's almost certain they'd have died. Marceline would grow up without Simon, and now we're in the universe of the star

If Simon stayed in a half-transformed state, where he's neither fully Ice King nor fully Simon, we get the Winter King and someone has to be the recipient of the "crown madness" as was PB in that universe (plus, more importantly to not feel "insane" he didn't transfer the magic or the Gunther that comes with the crown, he mostly just transferred his sadness about Betty which manifested in him stealing princesses to be his brides. Thus the Winter King doesn't even remember her)

If he'd become Ice King again, he'd turn back to living not as himself, lost within the crown and depressed deep down because of it. Plus the messaging of succumbing back to an addiction he couldn't get out of because he was absolutely self destructive since without Betty his life didn't matter to him

If he'd put on the crown and stopped the bomb, Betty probably would've continued living, forever missing his memory just as he forever missed her in the main timeline. Plus eventually we get to farmworld reality

Truly the only alternative course of action that maybe could've worked somehow in terms of keeping them both alive and together for more than like 2 years would be if Betty didn't leave through the Hambo portal and maybe stayed to find Marcy along with Simon, making him less self-destructive and careless about his transformation and what it brings at the same since she'd be there too. But then there'd come a point where unassisted with magic, Betty would die anyway, and Simon would go down the Ice King path again

They're forever doomed

The events will happen, happening, happened, so on and so forth

And at least in their doom they were able to recognize it, have a moment of sincerity, Simon apologized for not seeing her sacrifices, and they both know that things could've been different, maybe better, maybe not, but regardless all their actions were taken and they have to live with them. So all in all, it's great that at last they recognize it as an experience they wouldn't trade for anything anyway, and life goes on. For Simon, with Betty's support through Golb he was able to go back and see worth in jeeping on living and going on new adventures instead of remaining stagnant for her who's never going to be back as he knew her. And Betty got to be a god, she got omnipotence, she got to protect Simon from the last obstacle to his safety: himself. And in the end it seems to imply she might've separated from Golb and become a catalyst comet herself, to be reborn

It's that signature bitter sweetness and acceptance that flawed people live flawed lives with shitty and great parts alike that's so signature adventure time. And it all will happen, happening happened and will happen again and again

[dubiousanon]

More fic plots please 🥺

Title: Well, Duh (Shikamaru x Naruto)

Summary:

Shikamaru's crush on Naruto isn't anything new. It's a benign part of his life at this point—a background detail that, though constant, remains unchanging. It's never going to go anywhere. Or at least, that's what he thinks until Ino asks Naruto who his ideal type is and Shikamaru is the first person he turns to.

Notes:

-Shikamaru is down bad, because I'm incapable of making him normal, but he's kind of resigned too. He figures he and Naruto are never gonna happen. Naruto has Hinata at his back and Sasuke at his front, Shikamaru has clan duties— it was just never in the cards.

-That all changes when Ino asks Naruto what his ideal type is. Completely offhandedly and jokingly. She's just kinda prodding at him for teasing giggles.

-Instead of squinting confusedly and listing off a few broad adjectives like "pretty" or "funny" or "tall", he stares at her like she's an idiot before jerking his thumb at Shikamaru as if that should tell her everything she needs to know.

-Ino's jaw is on the floor. Shikamaru is checking over his shoulder to make sure Hinata isn't standing there like a ghost. Ino is like "Shikamaru? Shikamaru is your type?"

-Naruto is like "Uh, duh. Why're you acting surprised?"

-Naruto, who totally has a thing for Shikamaru, figured Shikamaru knew because Shikamaru knows everything. He made the leap that "Well if he knows, since he clearly does, he must be fine with it if he's still hanging out with me. He just doesn't want to make things awkward by bringing it up."

-Like no bitch. He's smart, not psychic.

-Shikamaru relentlessly pursues him going forward, with varying degrees of success. They get there eventually.

Title: The Spiral (Obito x Naruto)

Summary:

After accidentally traveling back in time, Naruto decides the safest course of action is to pose as his own father's non-shinobi brother until he can find a way back home. He absolutely can't interfere with the timeline. Sakura would totally kill him if he did. That being said, if Obito dies anyway... Bringing him to his timeline is probably the best course of action, right?

Notes:

-Fifteen year old Naruto trips, face plants on a pile of Jiraiya's seals, and poof. Suddenly he's in the past with absolutely no idea what the hell is going on.

-This is an AU where Jiraiya is more forthcoming with Naruto's origins. Naruto is more competent, particularly in the seal area, and can stand his own a bit better than he can in canon. He knows who his parents was and has some base knowledge about their history, including about his dad's genin team and their fate.

-Pretending he's not a shinobi hurts. It's one of the hardest things he's ever done. It only gets worse when Minato insists on bringing him to training, not wanting him to be alone for long periods of time, stuck inside for fear he'll interfere with something else if he goes out alone.

-He and Obito get on like a house on fire, but it's not long before Obito has that whole Uchiha obsession thing start to hit. He and Naruto are two sides of the same coin and he can't get enough. He wants to get closer, he wants to learn more, he wants everything he can get.

-Naruto knows Obito dies and lets himself get closer to him because of it. But soon feelings form and yeah, you know where this is going. They start to have a sappy teenage romance.

-Naruto eventually can't stand the thought of Obito dying and admits the truth to him as the kanabi bridge mission approaches.

-Obito lives because of it. At the same time, Naruto finds a way home. To preserve the timeline, he gives Kakashi an eye, salutes, and follows Naruto back to his time without a second of hesitation.

-Older Obito is not amused. Younger Obito is even less amused. Chaos ensues.

Title: Canine Qualities (Kakashi x Naruto)

Summary:

As soon as Naruto forms an alliance with Kurama, it's like a dozen switches get flipped in his head. Pulling off the seal unleashes a whole new slew of amplified instincts he doesn't know how to deal with. Luckily for him, he's got a teacher who has experience with this kind of thing. A teacher who smells really, really good. Like really good. Like— on second thought, maybe Naruto can figure this one out without help.

Notes:

-Naruto gets some sick new animal instincts, which is cool and all, but those instincts are telling him to jump Kakashi's bones. To be blunt.

-Kakashi has always been attractive but now it's like Naruto has noticed. He's strong, he smells great, he looks even better. Naruto goes to him for advice on how to manage his new territorial instincts and finds himself doing the Debby Ryan hair tuck instead.

-Yeah, that one.

-Kakashi is also noticing new and enticing smells and bro is resisting the forces of evil. He will not. He refuses. This won't happen to him. He can't sink this low.

-(spoiler: He will totally, he will accept, it will happen, and he will sink that low)

-Naruto is kind of too enthusiastic to resist. He doesn't see a problem here. Kakashi smells great. It's obvious he thinks Naruto smells great too. Obviously he's gonna throw himself at his.

-Kakashi eventually can't resist the xxx many pounds of hot blonde throwing himself at him and folds like a napkin in the rain.

-Doesn't help that Naruto basically takes one look at him and happily declares that they should "make out, or maybe get married or something!"

[contacthigh520]

using the astral duo event and the rainy season event, we can approximate topper's age.

tl;dr, topper is an old man. ദ്ദി૮ • ﻌ • ა ---

to start: in astral duo, we learn that double eclipses occur "once every fifty-four years and one month." [1] later, eiden goes back in time to a period that quincy estimates is "[a]t least... two double eclipses ago". [2] so, that's at least a century ago from the present of the astral duo event. during that time, we see quincy's best friend zaro (love u zaro) and quincy during a past eclipse. then, in the rainy season event, eiden has to go fetch rei and quincy from a memory stream using father and topper's connection to them respectively. [3] it turns out this means eiden entering father and topper's memories of rei and quincy to find them. [4] [5] when eiden enters topper's memory of quincy, there's a funeral going on. after quincy gives a vague answer about who the funeral is for, eiden concludes, "(He must be talking about his friend from the tribe all those years ago...)". [5] the friend is, of course, zaro, because that's the only tribe friend eiden knows about.

topper isn't with young quincy in astral duo, which makes me think he didn't know quincy back then*, but he does seem familiar with quincy by the time of zaro's funeral in rainy season. so that gives us a rough timeline (from oldest event to most recent): >= 108~ years ago: young quincy and zaro do chores during the double eclipse. (they seem like they could be anywhere between their 20s and 30s with the conversation where quincy grouses about being old and preferring a younger tribe member calling him 'big brother' rather than 'uncle'. [2]) ??? years ago: quincy caught topper in a trap and decided to keep him. quincy has his sr sprite here instead of his r sprite (which is used to depict his younger self), so it seems some time has passed. [6] ??? years ago: zaro dies and quincy stands outside the funeral in the rain. topper brings him an umbrella. [5] 0~ years ago: the astral duo event given quincy's general angst and zaro's vibe, we can assume zaro is what you call 'a normal human guy' with a normal human lifespan. (well, actually, based on quincy's 4th astral duo room, he may have been relatively long lived for a human since he outlived everyone else in the tribe quincy was close to.) so, let's say zaro lived to be about 100 years old. that means the timeline looks like this: >= 108~ years ago: young quincy and zaro pal around during the double eclipse. (zaro: 20s or 30s) ??? years ago: quincy and topper meet >= 28-38~ years ago: zaro dies at 100~ years old and quincy attends his funeral. topper gives him an umbrella. 0~ years ago: the astral duo event

we also know topper met quincy after all of topper's siblings died? [7] that doesn't really mean anything because we don't know if all his siblings died when he was a baby, but it does give him the vibe of having 'outlived' his siblings? that seems to suggest that he'd been alive for a while. he definitely seems to be an adult by the time he gets captured by quincy. still, without knowing how his species ages, it's kind of impossible to know how old he was when he met quincy. 28-38 years old is already way longer than a irl stoat lives so.... the real world equivalent isn't very helpful when trying to gauge what age topper became an adult topper.... for the sake of adding some time for 'before he joined quincy' and accounting for toppers existing social life pre-quincy, i'll just say he was like. 5 years old when he met quincy. using all this information, we can (very roughly) gauge that topper is about ~35-45 years old, at least. did we need to know this? no, not really. ╭( ´꒳` )╯♫⋆｡♪ we do know that father is older than topper tho! [7.2] so, this gives us some kind of measuring stick there. this also lets us approximate that quincy is somewhere around ~130-140 years old, which is younger than i thought. (let me know if i'm forgetting some key lore;;;) from there we can determine minimum and maximum ages for the yokai and familiars using the program booklet, which states, "The age of the yokais, familiars are arranged in order: Kuya > Quincy > Rei > Aster > Morvay > Yakumo > Garu." [7.3] of course, this all depends on quincy's approximation during the astral duo event that he and eiden timetravelled back to "[a]t least... two double eclipses ago". [2] so all the ages given here are more like minimums.

sources: 1. astral duo - forest alterations 2. astral duo - time fossil 3. rainy season - without a trace 4. rainy season - to their memories 5. rainy season - parting words 6. rainy season quincy - room 3 7. neon carnival (2nd anniversary) program booklet: 1, 2, 3

also quincy's 4th astral duo room, which i didnt give a number lol *I know Topper isn't always with Quincy, like during the flashback (in Razor's Edge - Just What Is This Place?) when Huey was still alive and Zaro was dead. Topper and Quincy definitely knew each other by that point, but Quincy probably didn't bring Topper because like... it wasn't the vibe. So, there is the distinct possibility that Topper and Quincy did know each other during the period of the Astral Duo event flashback. However, I don't think that's super likely because, in Rainy Season Quincy's room 3, the Quincy who catches Topper uses the SR sprite instead of the R and he talks like our Quincy, i.e. depressed, instead of happy, shounen vibes flashback Quincy.

[forsaken-headcanons]

Ok no you know what I'm going to elaborate on the Team Cupcakes MLP thing (Also changed Apple Sleep Experiment to Mafioso because his whole thing is sleep)

Timeline!

• C00lkidd learns the truth and starts having a crisis

• C00lkidd eventually snaps from the grief and starts putting together his Cupcakes outfit

• He couldn't begin to tell you if he considers the other Killers as his friends or enemies at this point, everything has been turned on its head. He gets transported back to the Killers' cabin and immediately starts to murder

• 1× is LMS and gets got because he was caught off guard. He gets serenaded with Ready To Die in his final moments

• The Specter enjoyed the show immensely and offered c00lkidd two options: Stay like this and keep playing the death game forever, so your friends and father will never leave you again, or forget the truth and return to blissful ignorance

• Something something illusion of free will, both normal c00lkidd and Cupcakes respawn with the others back in the cabin

• The kids' memories are erased, except for Cupcakes, but everyone else gets the privilege of remembering every detail of his rise to glory

• Bluudud learns the truth and also has a crisis, but manages to keep a somewhat level head

• Bluudud tries to figure things out on his own, gets a little too nosy while exploiting for the Specter's comfort

• The Specter decides to talk things out with Bluudud, manages after a long chat to convince the kid that he needs blood to keep the world outside Forsaken from collapsing ("But with all great things comes a great responsibility, that of Cloudsdale's being weather stability" [this is a big fat lie])

• Bluudud is not in a great emotional spot and becomes extremely paranoid of messing things up

• Starts sorting the blood from his kills by color and blood type in little vials, everyone is concerned

• Despite the other Killers' efforts, Cupcakes sees Bluudud spiraling and encourages him to snap, egging him on until Bluudud gets fed up and kills him. Cupcakes dies laughing

• Murder spree 2.0, 1× is LMS again, tries fighting back but doesn't last long

• Illusion of choice again, both versions respawn

• Rainbow and Cupcakes form a psychotic symbiotic relationship: Rainbow lets himself be used as ingredients as long as Cupcakes lets himself be used for blood (Cupcakes has multicolored blood for reasons no one can explain)

• Everyone freaks out, nobody wants the Creepypony kids around the normal ones, having seen Cupcakes' influence on Bluudud

• Mafioso goes so far as to not let himself sleep a wink so he doesn't have to take his eyes off them. "I'm a dream-based creature, I'll be fine"

• He was not, in fact, fine

• He eventually begged Azure for some sort of potion to help him stay awake. Azure refused of course and Mafioso had to steal it behind his back

• The lack of sleep and side effects from the potion that Azure could have warned him about had he chosen to listen take a toll on him and he starts getting extremely paranoid of the other Killers

• Next thing he realizes, his folks are slapping him awake, he has two swords in his stomach, and a black skull crushed in his hand (1× cannot catch a break [he just ran, he knew he wasn't winning this])

• Mafioso is presented with the same "choices" as the kids. He knows it's pointless but does it anyway

I don't actually know the story of Little Miss Rarity as well as the others, I know she has a Pinkie Pie doll that's contributed to her insanity but I don't remember what it's about, anyway I'm tired I'm going to bed

getting some real deja vu from this ask for some reason what the shite. if we happened to already answer this ask and this is actually a duplicate/accidental resend, someone let us know

ANYWAYS!! STILL GONNA COMMENT!! it's in the style of a live reaction so expect some sudden changes hsjdhksdh.

gang the c00lkidd one is real ok trust we're c00lkidd himself trust trust /silly (we say as we corrupt nature the spectre)

. suddenly we dislike the cupcakes skin /j howmcOULD yuo what the hell,., our babies... mafioso's there too ig... OH WAIT. WAI TNO. HONEY. DARLING. NO. HOLDING ALL OF THEM AWAY FROM YOU WHATHEKJHSFUCJ 💔💔 (freaking love this. every bit of this. btw. sdjkahs. leans on expensive car and promptly explodes)

[meelkiewee]

Laimay || Day 12

I'll be honest, this and the one I'll use for 'flowers' were already published sketches in the doodle requests, but it's your opportunity to look at them again. Aren't you so lucky? ahah rip

To make up for it, I'll share with you a little storytime I have about them after canon. The 'nightmare' prompt is actually very fitting with my headcanons.

After Laios becomes king and begs invites her to stay at the castle they, of course, get separate rooms. Both of them start getting nightmares about their dungeon lord days. Laios is very bothered but just tries to go normally about his day without saying anything. [my Golden Nightmares animatic fits here]

Marcille, instead, after yet another nightmare, just bursts into crying and goes to knock on Laios' door in the middle of the night. He opens the door, sees her in tears, and asks what happened. They sit on his bed and they discover that both are having a hard time sleeping, opening up to one another and sharing their fears. After that, they very tiredly fall back to sleep right there.

The morning after, they wake up very late but finally quite rested and happy about the shared experience.

That night and some nights after, they go back to their respective rooms to sleep, but every time they still get nightmares until once again Marcille knocks at Laios' door. He's very sleepy, so he just lets her in and they go to sleep together.

The first thing he does in the morning is asking servants to please put a spare bed in his quarters and tells Marcille that she can sneak in any time she can't sleep. This is the second time Marcille's heart skips a bit (the first one being him using his power to protect her from the Canaries, first act as a king). And so she frequently just sneaks in and sleeps in his room until they just make it a habit to say good night and good morning to each other from one bed to the other. [my Good Morning Marcille comic fits here] There's more that happens after but I'm still thinking about it. When the day comes, I'd love to make a timeline with all my headcanons for them<3 I just love them with a passion, you know? <3<3<3

[ckret2]

What do you think happened to the Blind Eye Society in the Better World? And with Fiddleford's marriage with Emma-May and his relationship with Tate?

God, that's such a good question, the Blind Eye Society was started before the timelines diverge wasn't it?

But the timelines diverge before Fiddleford did enough brain damage to himself to forget it exists. So maybe like two years after the portal test disaster Fiddleford finally worked up the nerve to be like "Uhh, Stanford, maybe I oughta tell you about this ummm, little social club I started back when things were bad—" so maybe it got disbanded before things went too far lol

My headcanon is that in the Better World, Fidds reconciled with Emma-May and Tate, to go with the whole "the Better World conforms with what Ford naively imagines his perfect world would be" thing. Because of course the happy ending for the McGuckets is the one where Fidds goes back to his wife, makes up, commits to being a better husband, and is there for Tate his whole childhood. What's the alternative, "Ford inadvertently destroyed his best friend's marriage without noticing"? That doesn't sound very Better World to Ford! Fidds reconnecting with his family is the ending with no stress and drama, where he remembers that his family is what ground him and decides to put them ahead of his work.

Which is great for the McGuckets, compared to how things went in the canon universe—but it contributes to Ford's eventual despair. Because in this world, Fiddleford is his best, perhaps only friend—but they're work friends before anything else. And Fiddleford has made it clear that work is his #2 priority.

Something something "the amatonormative prioritization of romantic partnerships over (queer)platonic partnerships" something something "the pressure on ambiguously-queer people that if they can conform to heterosexual family expectations then they should" and that's bad news, but also "if you have a whole entire kid you shouldn't neglect him to spend all your time at work making goo-goo eyes at your boss."

It also serves again to contrast between what Ford thinks he wants vs what Ford needs. I think Fiddleford thrives as a family man. Every once in a while he sees Ford's malaise and goes "don't you think you'd be happier starting a family" and Ford recoils because like, FIDDLEFORD'S idea of family? Get married to some normal woman, produce one or two normal kids, be a father and a husband? No, that's not what he wants and not what he needs, and he can see that Fidds is happy but he knows that what makes Fidds happy wouldn't make him happy.

(... But, he does need family. For him that just means his extended family—brother and niece and nephew and those two odd locals that hang around his brother for some reason.)

So: in the end, Ford still has a best friend, but like, half a best friend, and he tells himself that's fine, he doesn't want more, he doesn't need more. He has no family, half a best friend, and the admiration of his colleagues and employees—shouldn't that be enough?