#I love writing for talon ngl

[cursedpiratestash]

omg i love your writinggg🫶🏽

how about talon hc’s with a reader who on one occasion dodged their kiss because they were busy doing something else? like cooking, doing paperwork, cleaning, <3

Talon x Reader

“I’m busy” Headcanons

a/n: I wanted each to have their own set up so this leans more towards scenarios i hope that's okay! Thank you for enjoying my work I appreciate it a lot!

Doomfist

It was a long day for him when he returned to his place beside you. With you in his company he’s hopeful that you could ease his mind from the disaster that was today

In a tired yet powerful stride he moves to hold you close by the small of your back and kiss you on your soft lips to greet you

When you swat him away he is taken aback for just a moment

Fortunately he immediately pinpoints as to why

As fiery as you were he was positive he hadn’t done anything to cause conflict with you in a while

It took one look to notice you were focused on a game on your phone

He only shook his head with a soft laugh through his nose or a half-heartedly snide remark before he patiently waits for you to either win or lose

Regardless of the outcome he pulls the phone away from you and guides your face to his

You’d forgive him for interrupting anyways

All in all probably the calmest about it and plans to get what he wants when you’re available rather than risking a fight by overplaying his dominant role

Reaper

Not necessarily being the forgiving-type, Reyes narrows his eyes at you when you dodge his affection on his way out

He notices that your movements were frantic as though you were looking for something. When he questions you on this you give him enough of an answer for him to help you

With a roll of his eyes he snatches whatever you were looking for in seconds and presents it to you

He almost scolds you for your forgetfulness as he does so

When you reach for it he is quick to swipe it from your grasp and peers down at you with an expectant look

With a roll of your eyes you grant his wish and give him a smooch before he relinquished the item to you

He milks the moment by pulling you closer to him 

His expression slightly softens for the kiss before he bids you farewell with a pet name and a small peck on your forehead

When it comes down to it he would hold it against you just because he isn’t that big on displays of affection in the first place

Gets over it rather quickly though

Moira

With one of her experiments showing great promise Moira begins to feel celebratory. The next time she sees you she greets you with a tender smile and a beckoning hand

However when you raise a hand at her in a “Just a minute” gesture her face melts into an unimpressed expression

She easily closes the distance between you to look over your shoulder

You’re doing some form of paperwork; perhaps filling some report from the latest mission or something

Whatever it was kind of kills the mood for her anyways

‘Just busy work’ she would think to herself before she strokes the side of your face and turns your head towards her with her index finger and thumb gently holding your chin

“Don’t keep me waiting long,” She would finish with a pet name before granting you a lingering kiss and leaving you to your work

By the time she’s gone you well have forgotten what you were even writing

Anyways she's pretty understanding, but it isn’t everyday that she wants to spend an intimate moment with you outside of your home so it's up to you to get in on it before the window closes

Sombra

Probably had just finished a rather difficult job as she plops down next to you on the couch you shared with her

Almost out of habit she leans over to wrap her arms around you to pull you towards her with your head on her chest to pepper kisses on your face

When you move away she is immediately confused and dejected on a smaller scale

You show her the cleaning supplies you brought out and mention that you were just about to get started

With a quick scan of the room she could tell it wouldn’t take very long

Despite this she gives you a bored look and pulls you back in anyways explaining that you could get started later and that she’ll even help out as well

But for now she really just wants to unwind with you and cuddle while you watch a movie

You knew this meant you two would probably take a nap instead but you allow it as it's usually a good excuse to give Sombra some much needed rest anyways

She isn’t the biggest fan of rejection and usually plans to get what she wants even if it means pulling on a heart string or two

She does it out of love of course

Mauga

It’s a calm day with nothing but the mundane scheduled ahead of you

After polishing Gunny and Cha-cha, Mauga leisurely makes his way down to the kitchen where you were preparing something sweet and light

He greedily sniffs the air and compliments your skill before leaning down towards you, lips first and eyes closed

When nothing happens he opens his eyes to see your back facing towards him as you offer him nothing more than a “thank you”

There you leave his beautiful lips pouting at nothing

His face turns into a mock hurt expression despite how you don’t notice him waiting behind you

“How about a little sugar my way?” He’d ask with a cheeky grin

If that doesn’t get your attention he would resort to smearing whatever confection you have onto your cheek to get you to stop working 

Honestly by then he usually steals a kiss so good it leaves your head spinning

Out of all the members he’s probably the most immature about it and will always find a way to get you to look at him

Will always charm his way through anything and everything

Widowmaker

On the rare occasion that she’s feeling unbearably affectionate is on a beautifully rainy day

She starts by waltzing up behind you as silent as a mouse then proceeding to wrap her arms around your waist, trailing one hand up your throat to push your face towards hers

When you don’t allow her to court you in her arms she scoffs as she is appalled by your rejection

You apologize profusely as she stands back with her arms crossed. What could have your attention so much so that you couldn’t pay her any mind

You explain that you desperately needed to add some finishing touches before she saw anything

“What are you blabbering about.” She raises a brow at you. When you show her the gift you’ve been preparing for her, her cold stare turns into something warmer

She rolls her eyes and accepts the gift before allowing a smile to grace her features. She hides it in your kiss as she pulls you towards her by the back of your neck

She will accept your apology this time, however next time she won’t be as merciful 

That aside she doesn’t take it too personally, but she does find it annoying unless you truly didn’t consent

So expect some empty threats until she gets her smooch

Sigma

After a long day of testing he floats into your room where he finds you laser focused on the tv screen

His shoulders relax at the sight of you despite how you hardly offer him a greeting as he enters

‘You always did love your shows,’ he chuckles to himself. With that he makes his way towards you to greet you with a proper kiss

Unfortunately he had gotten in the way of the screen with his rather tall frame causing you to quickly dodge to try to catch the ending of your show

Feeling a little embarrassed Sigma seats himself next to you and apologizes silently as to not cause anymore distraction

It doesn’t hit you until the end credits start to play that you had just been unbelievably rude. In your attempt to apologize Sigma raises a hand in defense stating that he didn’t mind one bit as he knew you didn’t mean it

He only chuckles as you snuggle up to him to try to make it up to him. Things only settle down once you give him a darling peck on the cheek

Literally the sweetest guy about it out of the whole team when he's of sound mind

Honestly finds it endearing when you’re deep in thought anyways

[exhaslo]

ngl you should really write more like feral miguel idk if i spelled it right…

MHMMMMMMMMM I LOVE me some Feral Miguel O'Hara. With all the stuff I got going on it's hard for me to squeeze more shorts in, but fear not. I got chu fam.

Warning: Smut, P in V, breeding, size kink, and oh so so much more.

Summary: You just had to interrupt Miguel after he specifically told you not to.

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Miguel has has enough with the week. Each day just kept pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Everyday there was something going wrong, something to add to his stress; and everyday you were there to tempt him. Not only was Miguel ready to murder someone, but he was also ready to fuck your brains out.

Groaning lowly to himself, Miguel tried to ease his pain. He was nearly rutting against his desk, trying to distract his brain from his aching cock. It had been a few days since he touched himself. It had been a good fifteen hours since he had heard your voice. Smelled that sweet scent you gave off. Drank up the way your suit hugged your body so perfectly.

"Shit," Miguel cussed as he shook.

Miguel had to stop thinking about you. He was getting harder at the thought of you begging and crying under him. Maybe, just a small touch. He did sent out a message to everyone to leave him alone for the rest of the day.

"Miguel~ You sounded stressed earlier, so I brought you a little gift~" You cooed, holding up a bottle of liquor.

"You need to leave," Miguel hissed. You swung up to his platform, leaning over him,

"It isn't good if the leader is stressed!" You huffed.

Miguel inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. His eyes open wide as he snapped his head in your direction. You smelled stronger. You were trying to open the bottle, squeezing the bottle between your thighs. Miguel hovered over you, grabbing the bottle and your hands. He brought one of your hands to his lips, licking them and inhaling the scent more.

"M-Miguel" You stuttered, growing red. Miguel pinned you against his desk, his tongue swirling around your fingers,

"Te dije que te fueras. No puedo parar ahora, no después de oler tus dulces jugos en tus dedos. (I told you to leave. I can't stop now, not after smelling your sweet juices on your fingers.)" He groaned.

You squeaked, growing more embarrassed by the second. Miguel swapped your fingers for your lips as he feverish kissed you. His hips rutting into yours, desperate for contact. His bulge was practically fucking your cunt. If only the suits were not in the way.

You muffled a moan as Miguel lifted you onto his desk. His talons ripping the bottom of your suit, revealing your soaked sex. He licked his lips, deactivating his suit. Unable to wait, Miguel held your hips as he kept swallowing your moans as he entered his cock within you tight gummy walls.

"I'll taste you next time, right now, I just need to fuck you," Miguel groaned lowly, slapping his hips into yours.

"Y-Yes!" You whimpered, shaking as his tip bruised your cervix with each thrust.

Miguel grunted as you moaned under him. Finally, he got to shut you up by shoving his large cock inside your pussy. His pupils were blown as he watched your face contort with pleasure. His pace grew faster and harsher, wanting to hear more. He had the whole rest of the day to fuck you. To make you his.

"Look at you, swallowing my cock so good. Tú también querías esto, ¿eh? Querías que mi polla te follara así de bien. Nadie más puede hacerte un desastre como yo. Nadie más puede convertirte en mamá. (You've wanted this too, huh? You wanted my dick to fuck you this good. No one else can make you a mess like I can. No one else can make you a mommy.)"

"Mhpm~ M-Mig..." You cried out, reaching your orgasm. Miguel rutted into you deeper,

"That's right. You're mine. Let everyone know who you belong too." He grunted, feeling you twitch and suck him in more, "Say it. Say what you want me to do to you."

"A-Ah~ M-Miguel!" You held onto him, feeling your vision blur from his brutal pace, "I-In...I-Inside!"

Miguel could only smirk as he gave you what you wanted. He thrusted his cock deep into you. His cum filling your womb. Miguel watched as you took deep breathes, relaxing from your high. He tilted his head as you gave him a satisfied look,

"We're not done yet. I have a lot of stress and a lot more to teach you," He started to slap his hips once more, watching you whimper, "I'm going to make sure you think of nothing but me. We have the whole day for you to learn your lesson,"

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Don't know why, but I totally had this other idea while in the middle of writing this one hehehe, won't tell you guys what it is until after I do my mini series~

[fangswbenefits]

miguel wants his sweet girl to need him just as much as he needs her right?

just imagine miguel cock warming sweet girl until she gets all needy. she desperately tries to roll her hips against him for any sort of friction but miguel only grips her waist tighter, his talons slightly digging into her sides as a warning.

it gets to the point sweet girl is begging, pleading for him to move. “please miguel i want you, i need you”. she whines with teary eyes until miguel finally feels satisfied and fucks his sweet girl until she’s nothing more than a pathetic, drooly mess.

etching the shape of his cock into her tight hole so that it remembers his shape and only he would be able to make her feel so good. so cock drunk and reliant on him and only him.

(this is my first time writing something to you and ngl i’m so nervous LMAO may i be 💌 anon pls if it’s not already taken? i love your work!)

Please don’t interact with my blog EVER AGAIN

[erebosblue]

to keep myself from writing something when I have another project I literally need to work on, I'm just going to share tidbits to keep me sane.

so here's: Blue Made Another System AU (this time DC flavored)

my blobro of choice was, of course, Dick.

disclaimer: I am part of an OSDD system so I am heavily basing this system AU off my own personal experiences.

disclaimer part two: as this is a system AU there will be sensitive topics because of trauma (nothing is explained in detail but mentions ahoy)

one thing I want to make very clear is that none of these alters are going to be remotely evil. I'm not going to say that you can't write a system fic with an evil alter, but it's not a trope I personally wanna play into.

not to say they won't be flawed. and not all of them will share the exact same morals, that's for sure.

but that's enough preamble. time to get to actually talking about the characters.

Dick (he/they) | Host | 28 (same as body)

(all Picrews are linked in the images) (the struggle to find a picrew that was masc enough for pretty boy Dick but also had a nice braid option was real)

honestly design wise he looks very much like the body

doesn't front during hero work, but is co-con sometimes with Nightwing when he does stuff like comforting civilians

fucking loves to do detective work though and is generally the bitch putting pieces of the puzzle together before Nightwing goes to deal with the threat

Damian's parent (will fight Bruce and Talia on this)

has the biggest fucking crush on Roy

Nightwing (he/him) | Host/Protector | 28 (same as body)

fronts for (nearly) every patrol of Nightwing

doesn't really front much outside of hero work, but still counts as a host because how much hero work the system does

kinda terrifying ngl but generally well meaning

will kick a bitch in the throat and in the same breath say the worst pun you've ever heard

personal biases in hero work are anything to do with kids and any sort of sex crime (he will cut a bitch and not regret it)

has a no killing rule though! (generally)

Robin (they/them) | Past Host/Protector, Current Trauma Holder | 16

used to front anytime the system went out as Robin

doesn't front much anymore but is very close with Nightwing and is sometimes co-con on slow nights

wants to front whenever the fab 5 are around (they only get to about half the time and even less than that around Roy)

is normally purely Dick!Robin but will occasionally act like one of the other Robins

used to age up with the body but stopped as soon as the system was fired as Robin

very solidly has a no killing rule but will look the other way for Nightwing because they trust his judgement

can't front in the same room as Bruce

Renegade (he/him) | Protector/Avenger | 26

I meant what I said about no alter being evil. he is not evil!!

he is a bit of a bitch though (/affectionate)

is very VERY protective of the whole system

sometimes is co-con while Nightwing patrols, but often fronts when he deems the situation too dangerous or emotionally volatile

does not have a no killing rule and is generally more aggressive in fights

though if he does kill (which he does try not to) he's very meticulous about not getting caught as he doesn't want to get the system in trouble

cannot be trusted to deal with Slade because he will throw hands and maybe kill him on sight

also not trusted to front during sparring (will treat it like a normal fight)

Talon (it/he) | Trauma Holder | Ageless

has sort of existed as one of the original alters, but was very different (formed during when the system was originally being groomed into a Talon before their parents died)

actively does not like fronting and cannot mask for shit

terrified of anything and everything and deals with said fear with violence

not allowed to have knives but really wants to have knives on it at all times

is very not allowed to front during patrols (not that he'd want to anyways)

can accidentally be triggered out during any sort of training/sparring which can cause a mess

Chiro (he/him) | Past Protector/Caregiver, Current Caregiver | 34

system dad

formed during the Dick!Bats era (the second time)

fronted whenever the system went out as Batman but is now here to take care of everyone internally and make sure the body fucking eats

cannot be trusted in the same room as Bruce he will throw hands

Damian's biggest parent second only to Dick

has a thick New Jersey accent he has to work really hard to hide (no one knows why he's the only one with one)

has a no killing rule "in suit"

Dove (she/her) | Sexual Protector/Social Alter | 24

(I like the way she looks here, but I might change it in the future idk)

fronts for galas and the likes

is very good at playing the bubbly "Richie Grayson" that people expect (because she generally is bubbly)

is also very good at making the public think that the system definitely has one night stands all the time (false)

can be manipulative when she wants to be but that's just the girlboss in her

Scout (he/him) | Trauma Holder/Anger Holder | 19

dog/human hybrid alter

*slaps him* this teenager can fit so much trauma in it

so much objectification trauma

will bite Bruce if given the opportunity

still allowed to front around Bruce though because sometimes Bruce needs to be put in his place

Sky (she/her) | Little | 6

just a baby!!

no thoughts just baby (/hyperbole)

general menace to society

wants to jump off of so many buildings but in the Nightwing/Robin way

fucking loves practicing acrobatics

Mary (she/they) | Soother | 43

(she looks like I drew inspiration from something but I can't tell what)

mom mom mom

not actually an introject of Mary Grayson but definitely takes aspects from her

has to fight with Dick over being the mom of out of system children

is generally there to help with stuff like panic attacks

another alter not allowed to front around Bruce because she will also throw hands

will more alters be added later? maybe. but this is the ones I got right now. (plus 10 is a nice number.) also no I did not say everything there is to be said about each alter, but y'know. an overview.

other AU tidbits:

generally a closeted system but some people do know.

all of the fab 5 are aware and were helping when Dick was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. (they also noticed the difference between Dick and Robin)

Kori, Victor, Raven, and Gar also know. (they were all told.)

as for the Batfamily? well-

Alfred is vaguely aware but he's never asked. he's kinda leaving it to them if they want him to truly know or not.

Damian suspects something because Chiro's accent is so odd and he fronts a decent bit around Damian. (even though Chiro does try and hide it.)

other than that though, the Batfamily just kinda assume Dick is mentally unwell which isn't wrong per se.

okay I need to get back to my project I spent way too much time on this post jkldshfjksdhfjkh

to finish this off, here's an extra Dickie with a sunhat.

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

cali!! tomorrow will be a long long day for me, so i trust your judgement with the following question: do you have lol fics recommendations on ao3 🥺? i will take literally anything to read at this point in time ngl

omg of course! although i should warn you that im morr of a short fic guy, so most of these will not be very long

this is a rivelia fic that i love very much. angsty but soooo worth it if thats your thing. i would also recommend other stuff by this author, so definitely check that out (they write mostly about akalynn)

another rivelia fic (im obsessed with them). this one mentions self-harm tho so be careful if thats not something you want to engage with

this one is veeeeery heavy. mention of abuse. is basically a character exploration of arcane viktor and his relationship with singed, that it’s read as a sexually predatory one. i cannot express enough how good this is, but i totally get if thats too heavy (although the subject is very well approached by the author imo)

amaaaaazing cassivir fic. 10/10. character study on cassiopeia’s betrayal

this is a very silly one. plot what plot. but its so well written and the smut is chef’s kiss so if thats your thing and if you can bear with the premise its a combination of incredibly funny and nice porn lol

recently recommended this one to @emluckyowl and she absolutely loved it so might as well throw it in. its a renata/seraphine modern setting sugar baby fic and its so good. i didnt finish it because i just dont have time for it lately but i did very much enjoy the chapters i read. its also fine if age difference makes you uncomfortable, because renata is much older than 23 years old seraphine, but the way it’s written its super instigating. also the exploration of the power imbalance is veeeery good. also i should mention theres some minor jilco which i dont like but thankfully its not very significant

talon katarina character study

silly hero/villain vikjayce + tfgraves fic. definitely check morr stuff by this author, they have tons of vikjayce and tfgraves fics, although i havent read all of them

tfgraves

tah has amaaaazing ficlets and i personally love the mfkatarina + quinnsona ones very much. check their work out

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these are qhat i can think of now going through my bookmarks, but i might add a few extra later. also everyone!! feel free to reblog with your own recs! and ty for trusting me! some of these are very heavy so i dont know if they’ll fit your taste, but i thought it might be good to risk it considering theyre so well-written. wish you the best of luck tomorrow!

[bunnymermaidsblog]

Hi! I forgot to post this, but now it's here!

Have I written anything other than Knights of the Alder crossovers this year?... Look, at least Im writing and having fun! Isn't that why we're here?!jk

This one unfortunately doesn't have Ákos, but I hope you'll still enjoy it!

Turns out I actually really like Adél and Aiden's dynamic! (And I hope you do too)

Also, I desperately hope I didn't horribly misrepresent Aiden's emotions here by accident (I'm a little nervous about that one ngl)💀

As always, I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think!

Aiden belongs to @writerfae

Adél belongs to me

Sleepless night's hug🌙🌟

Summary: Aiden and Adél had much in common, despite these similarities not always being obvious. What was obvious, tough was this: they both loved hugs...

It was a reare night when Aiden could sneak out of his room without Talon waking. He was honestly so proud of this achievement that he'd pat himself on the shoulder if he could.

The only problem that remained now was his loneliness. That ever-present little thing, that made him feel like a child in need of constant attention and care. It may go quiet sometimes, especially nowadays when the time of every day was filled with smiles and laughter. Sometimes, Aiden almost forgot about it. He silently hoped now that he had Henry back, one day the feeling would leave completely.

But right now, under the bright light of the full moon, with only the song of the wind, the buzzing of mosquitoes, and the rustling of leaves for company, Aiden felt alone.

He let the grass tickle his ankle, let his cape drag across the ground, and took a deep breath of the cold air.

That's when his ear caught something that was far from a natural sound. It was the opposite, actually. The sound of a machine, not from the fae realm. The quiet, precise, timed clicking of mechanical wings from Galla.

The noise lifted Aiden's chin, directing him to look up, like Talon sometimes would when pulling him into a kiss. There, floating in the empty air was Adél, still in her ruffly nightgown.

Just as the clicking of the machine caught Aiden's attention, so did the rustling of the cape's fabric catch Adél's.

She loved swinging her legs above the colorful ground, letting her wings do most of the work. However scared she might have been when she first learned to fly, she quickly realized that the free air gave a wonderful hug. Hug, that was cold and most certainly not human, but one that encompassed a person's whole body if they let it. 'Is this what being in an egg feels like?' She sometimes wondered.

That was why she was floating now. For a hug.

...Well that was part of the reason.

Right now the wolf pack that was all of Adél's fears kept biting at her in the form of a question that she knew very well was irrational "What if you were to open his door and Ákos wasn't there? What if he's still 'dead'"

And what a silly question! She remembered the day's events very clearly. She gave Ákos kisses and hugs. She played with him and the others when they went on a walk in the forest. They told each other 'Good night!'

But the wolves of fear didn't care. They just kept going: "What if he's not there? What if he's not there?"

Adél despised "what ifs" so much. They made her disgusted, shudder, sick to her stomach. She absolutely hated them. Doves! Her hatred and fear of "what ifs" was a big part of the reason Bendegúz and her set out on a quest to find Ákos in the first place! Because Adél was horrified of having to just live with the thought: 'what if Ákos is alive and all alone' even more than she was afraid of going down into the Black swamp herself!

The worst part was that right now she was too much of a coward to just take a look and make sure he was in his bed.

She couldn't go and find her little brother, but she didn't have the heart to wake anyone up with a silly question either. So she asked the air for a hug instead.

She already calmed down, having been out here for the past 15 minutes. The wind stroked her face like the kindest of mother.

That's when she heard the rustling of fabric and turned to see Aiden standing there, seemingly just as much in need of a hug as her.

Adél looked down at Aiden as he looked up at her. Their expressions were made of the same type of rozy flowers. They weren't twins, no two petals were exact after all. But they had felt things that were so similar, despite their differences.

'Where are you?'

One thought by an abandoned little boy, who no one wanted to abandon.

The other thought by a terrified girl, not that little, but not big either, who absolutely needed to quell the fears about a "what if."

Find their brothers. That's what they both did.

Adél lowered herself to the ground in front of Aiden, shuddering when her bare toes touched cold grass.

"Hello" they both said, then slapped their hands on their own lips at both the unison of the greeting and the awkwardness of it.

What were you supposed to say when stumbling on each other in the garden by accident while everyone else was asleep? All the while, you both looked like you woke from the most abstract of nightmares?

After a moment Adél broke the quiet again:

"I... couldn't sleep" She felt like she needed to give an explanation as to why she was flying around at the dead of night.

Aiden glanced away for a second, almost shyly.

"Me neither..." he said.

"Oh..."

Biting the inside of her rozy cheeks, Adél looked Aiden up and down, and tried to figure out if tiredness was the thing making his shoulders slump like a mountain was tied to the top of them or something else entirely. Whether triedness was the thing keeping his usual, happy smile captive or not.

The girl briefly wondered if she was just projecting her own discomfort onto her friend, like a light from inside the house forced shadows of the window frame to lay outside in the cold. But it couldn't hurt to ask:

"Do you want to talk about it?"

It was funny to Aiden. The way Adél's voice jingeled like hundreds of tiny bells.

But kicking the grass and weaving together his fingers uncomfortably behind his back, he couldn't force himself to answer the question.

"Not really" he simply said.

Now that he wasn't the only one in the palace garden the loneliness receded a little, like the shadows would retreat from moonlight, but Aiden could still feel it trying to scratch at him, sink it's thorns into him. He was a little embarrassed to admit, but he was familiar with his own heart enough to know that if Adél would turn to leave it would be (perhaps even will be) excruciating not to reach out his arms to keep her here. To reach out his arms like he did so for his family since even before he could remember. To reach for his mother's hand, for his father to pick him up, or even for Henry's ears.

Adél blinked at him thrice, eyes shiny like newborn snow, blue as the sky's essence. With each flap of her eyelashes, she weighed her options carefully, like she wanted to handle the most delicate of things.

"Okay" she settled on. Then she swiftly moved forward, long hair following her like smoke. With confidence that she knew others never expect from her, she pulled a surprised Aiden close.

Ákos always claimed that Adél's hugs were magical. He was ready to get into fights in defense of the statement, despite the fact that he wasn't really one for fighting.

Now, with the moon and the stars, the trees of the Willow court's palace garden as his witnesses Aiden understood.

The short girl put her head against his face so that out of the corner of his eye, he could see the light gliding on her golden hair. She slid her arms around his body as if she was braiding hair and squished him against herself tightly.

Aiden knew that the loneliness would be back eventually. But for now Adél pushed it away with the warmth and closeness of her body. She shrunk it down as if by magic that she didn't have until it was nothing more than the smallest worm in an apple.

Stunned, for a moment, Aiden just stood there. The night's noises were so quiet, yet undeniably there once you listened. Little animals: mice, bats, bugs scurrying about their business.

All of a sudden, Aiden remembered Adél's expression from when they first noticed each other. The one that looked like an old, worn rag that you just squeezed water out of, and he lifted his own arms to her back too, his hands coming to rest on her shoulderblades.

She seemed to relax from this, leaning against him a little, muscles going slack, even though Aiden hadn't noticed that they were tense when she first touched him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He half asked, half wondered aloud.

Even if he wasn't that keen on talking about his own emotions, rarely having the right words to describe them, that didn't mean others were the same. If Adél needed to be listened to, Aiden would gladly throw himself at the opportunity to be the wall of sky from moon and starlight that she could confide in.

Adél whined, burying her forehead into the side of his neck even farther.

"It's silly... just... Ákos is in his room, right?"

Aiden frowned, his raised eyebrow sliding under the shadow cast by his bangs.

"He should be... Why?" He felt his lungs get constricted, exactly like when he used to be sick as a child, barely able to breathe without a fowl, germy taste."Is he not there?! Did he disappear?!"

"No!" Adél hurried to say, feeling the boy's panic, and wanting to wash it away as quickly as possible "No, no, no" she rushed out the words so fast she bearly left a gap between them "He's probably there... it's... just... that..." The gaps started to grow from miniscule cracks in the sidewalk to wide riverbeds "...he wasn't"

Confused, but still hugging her, not at all planning on letting go, Aiden tried his hardest to figure out what Adél could possibly mean. If Ákos didn't disappear, then why was...

It slowly dawned on him, like a cup filling up with raindrops.

Of course. Who wouldn't be scared of that?

The stars sparkled in the sky like millions of blinking eyes.

Who wouldn't be scared of that?

Aiden thought back to a Henry with a fond sigh, carrying him home on his back from their walks in the woods when they were very little. Then the second bed in their room one day became empty.

Who wouldn't be scared of that?

Aiden himself was sometimes...

"He's there, don't worry!" He said, pushing Adél back just enough to be able to give her the most encouraging grin he could muster."Do you want us to go check on him? I'll come with you, if you'd like!"

The offer was so sweet. Aiden's smile was so sweet. Aiden was so sweet. Sadly, it still didn't stop a thousand long needles from plunging into Adél's stomach, the wild shaking of her knees at the thought of taking even one step towards Ákos's possibly empty room.

"No" she said, feeling just a little ashamed "I don't think I can"

Aiden made his smile wider.

"Okay! That's fine!" He reassured.

He had no intention of forcing Adél to do something she was scared of. 'Gods or doves or whoever knew she had enough of that for a lifetime' Aiden thought. Luckily for both of them, he had a pretty good idea as to how to calm her down without going anywhere.

"He's there!" He said, said it as if he was saying the sky was blue or the grass green, and as proof he added: "I kissed him goodnight too, so I know he is!"

With every word Adél felt the power of her fear, the fierceness of its bite lessen. One by one it's teeth eased their painful hold of her, until she felt light, almost wanting to go completely limp in Aiden's arms, she just didn't want to scare him by doing that.

If Aiden said Ákos was okay, then he most likely was.

"Thank you" she murmured, cuddling him close.

The hair of the trees, leaves of the willows swayed in the air. Shadows hid the two people in the middle of the garden like a veil hides a bride. But they were soft, those shadows. Certainly not so dark to make one think they'd gone blind. An owl hooted, its big eyes searching for food in the grass, that seemed to be turquoise right now.

"Aiden?"

"Hm?"

"We're not going anywhere"

Aiden's mouth fell open for a beat. He wondered whether anyone else heard the sound his jaw made, which was uncannily similar to glass shattering.

Then he butst out laughing, loud and so hard tears streamed from his eyes, so hard he would have had to clutch his stomach if he wasn't holding Adél to his chest.

'Is Adél perceptive or am I just so obvious?' He wondered.

Adél blinked.

For a moment, a small part of her feared that she said something so wrong that she completely broke Aiden. But she knew she didn't, because his laugh was jolly, his smile bright and the hug he squeezed her into warm.

-

Callan suppressed a yawn as he made his way down the soft carpet of the hallway in search of his dear husband. He was wishing for one simple thing at the moment: a warm cup of milk with honey. And to get his hands on that, he needed Henry's expert assistance.

Now, one might think that the king of the Willow Court had enough staff in the kitchens to make him a hundred cups of warm milk with honey within two minutes, but you'd be wrong. Henry was the only one who knew how to prepare it, so it was just right.

Callan's husband would deny this, calling him way too picky. That was fine with the king as long as he said it all the while stirring the beverage with a sparkly smile.

When Callan turned the corner to enter the library, he honestly wondered if he was still asleep, squeezing shut one eye, then the other.

First off, there were Aiden and Adél shaking hands, smiling, congratulating each other on something, like they just made the best business decision of the decade (despite the fact that neither of them knew anything about business.) They also looked like they hadn't slept enough, which was concerning.

Secondly, sitting on the floor next to each other were Hela and Bendegúz, sharing a large bowl of wallnuts. They were starting straight ahead, as if watching the most amusing of comedy performances ever. Following their gaze, Callan finally noticed that the library's big, wooden doors were blocked off by a large array of furniture.

"What happened here?" He asked.

"Adél and Aiden locked Henry and Ákos in the library so they can't disappear again" Bendegúz and Hela said, mouths full, eyes still fixated on the door.

"Oh" was all Callan answered.

The end

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 43 EDDARD XI (pages 446-454)

Ned is petitioned for vengeance justice by the survivors of an assault lead by the Mountain, Gregor Clegane. Ned sends Lord Beric Dondarrion and a party of men off to try.

-

Through the high narrow windows of the Red Keep's cavernous throne room, the light of sunset spilled across the floor, layering dark red stripes upon the walls where the heads of dragons had once hung. Now the stone was covered with hunting tapestries, vivid with green and browns and blues, and yet it seemed to Ned Stark that the only color in the hall was the red of Blood.

Now ain't that just a metaphor for the whole bloody place?

He sat high upon the ancient seat of Aegon the Conqueror, an ironwork monstrosity of spikes and jagged edges and grotesquely twisted metal.

Was thinking to myself "is the chair younger than King's Landing which is itself only 300 odd years old? Can you really can a 300 year old chair ancient when Ned's family has lived in a castle built 8,000 years ago? What's a good word to encapsulate its history that doesn't make it seem so much older than it is?"

So anyway, the Iron Throne is Retro now.

"His Grace is hunting across the Blackwater, Ned said, wondering how a man could live his whole life a few days ride from the Red Keep and still have no notion what his king looked like.

*moves the marker for Ned Stark's estimated intelligence down a few notches*

A few days ride is A Lot if you have no real reason to travel it. If I was a peasant, I'd hope to go my whole life without having reason to meet or need to know the face of the king. If I had reason to see the king, it had better bloody be because I was in town for a trade and happened to catch a royal procession through the street. You genuinely think the 'small folk' give two shits what the king looks like as long as he's not interfering with their lives overly much? Cause Ned? If these people need to see the king? It's either because they're having his promo pics shoved in their faces, or something absolutely devastating has happened and they need to make an appeal in court, like say, what these people are doing right now!?!

Ned could feel cold steel against his fingers as he leaned forward. Between each finger was a blade, the points of twisted swords fanning out like talons from arms of the throne. Even after three centuries, some were still sharp enough to cut. The Iron Throne was full of traps for the unwary. The songs said it had taken a thousand blades to make it, heated white-hot in the furnace breath of Balerion the Black Dread. The hammering had taken fifty-nine days. The end of it was this hunched black beast made of razor edges and barbs and ribbons of sharp metal; a chair that could kill a man, and had, if the stories were to be believed.

Aegon the Conqueror was so freaking extra.

Also no wonder this ugly-ass chair is cursed AF. You can probably walk into that room and see the chairs corrupting malevolent aura, and everyone be like "psh, nah! that's just the smoke from the crapton of candles and torches we leave lying around."

This is one of those chapters where my fic loving brain is already writing fix it fics that amount to "and then (insert awesome team here) from (insert non ASOIAF fandom here) break not only the fourth wall but the fabric of space time and stomp (insert degenerate piece of garbage masquerading as a human being here) into the ground!!!"

NGL, I would love to see Gregor squished under the foot of a Zord. Or char-grilled by a Charizard.

[deathbled]

sypha had met many a stubborn person in her lifetime and sure she was young in some ways, but she had plenty experience. talon was stubborn, but no more than she was. and if he kept refusing her? well, she'd have to take matters in her own hands. she had a perfectly comfortable bed and why shouldn't he lie in it with her? he was denying it, but he was tired and he should sleep, right?

deciding she was through listening, she walks over, gently lifting him with a soft grun and walks over to the bed to toss him onto it. ❝ ━ how are you supposed to watch over me if you're tired too? ❞ slipping off her cloak, she hangs it up before joining him, casually snuggling into his side before he has a chance to protest, ❝ ━ the more you're stubborn, the more chance i have to bully you a bit. ❞ fingers slip over his chest before she chuckles softly, ❝ ━ for once, let me be the strong one , okay?❞

@solaoccasum / unprompted.

tired eyes gaze downwards with a surprising lack of shock at what had just transpired. any other time he'd try to wiggle his way out of this, would try to escape the situation just so he doesn't have to face the quiet serenity of a moment like this; accepting the good meant accepting the bad, facing the overwhelming amount of positive emotions sypha ignited within him meant facing all the broken pieces he had left behind in his wake - facing all the parts of him he had tried to drown in the shadows of his own incapabilities. and yet he cannot muster enough strength to run this time; he tires, and against all attempts towards to opposite, it is not the physical kind of exhaustion that he suffers from. so instead cold arms come to wrap around her before trying to find some source of warmth by inching closer just a bit.

his face is void of anything except a soft adoration that burns even through the sheer exhaustion weighing heavy in dulled lavender eyes; he wants to sleep, wants to rest but he is so used to never allowing himself to do so to the point of finding it almost impossible to even attempt to. so all he can do is bury his face against the mages shoulders with eyes finally closed. he can offer his silent surrender at her words, voice abandoning him as though he were a sinking ship on the ocean. perhaps he was; it still surprised him that sypha, lovely and wonderful and brilliant and as radiant as the sun, hadn't abandoned him yet. hadn't left behind the mess that he was. she truly was better than any of those saints people tried to convince him of, wasn't she? a small grunt is the best he can offer at the stubborn part, if he's honest it'd be almost calming if she were to bully him just a bit; it'd be something that he was at least familiar with in this crazy world. something that he knew.

❛  you're always the strong one.  ❜ he finally mutters out, rolling his head back just enough to ensure his voice isn't muffled in any way. the silence in his own mind scares him until he accepts it in silent gratitude; if it meant his mind wouldn't haunt him right now he'd be more than willing to give up his own mind. ❛   it's not fair that it always has to be you  ❜ there isn't an ounce of doubt in his tone, not a shred of hesitation at his own words. he's never happy to admit to his own shortcomings and yet he knows entirely too well that the only reason he still had the strength to carry on with life was the very person tracing the scar on his chest and the irony of it all was not lost on him; for the person his heart belonged to to touch the scar of where someone had attempted to steal it from his chest before, quite literally. he breathes out something between an amused hum and a sigh before finally all the tenseness leaves his body and he practically melts into the bed. any & all physical power he once held within own physique practically vanishing from him in an instant. ❛   i'm sorry i'm weak.  ❜

just as often as her power amazed him it scared him; frightened him to think that once an entity like the harbinger would lay their eyes on her they'd try to find away to leech away at her abilities like they had done to so many others he'd met. but at least he knows she's strong enough - and stubborn enough - to resist such things. they'd all be surprised if they as much as tried, he thinks with the first genuine smile this day. today, however, it made him thankful to have her in his life, more than anything. sypha was the sole reason he still tried to fight against the sorrow unable to fit in his chest, the sorrow that burnt like a fire in the pit of his chest. her presence alone was enough to help him find it within himself to see things for how they were, good and bad, instead of only the negative. as though she was the anchor that secured his hold on reality. despite all of his efforts to never think of anything in a direction such as this, there was no longer any denying that sypha belnades was his strength. and that was a burden she shouldn't have to carry on her shoulders, not with everything else she already had.

[yandere-daydreams]

Ngl, the chapter 16 scene with Mammon and MC. Poor boy is probably still messed up after that. How could he be okay, after seeing his love die in front of his eyes? He’d probably be so protective afterwards, and I’m living for that. Thoughts on it? 👀

He’s so sweet, isn’t he? It’s a shame he can be so… /overdramatic/, sometimes. At least he’s trying to be considerate, though. That’s more than you can say for most of his brothers.

Title: Change.

TW: Non-Graphic Violence and Unhealthy Relationships. 

~

Mammon really couldn’t change the way he was.

You could say that about all of the brothers, you guessed. Satan couldn’t help but hold a grudge, Beelzebub didn’t have a chance of controlling himself if he was hungry, and Mammon had to be greedy, when it came to you. He hoarded your time instinctually, not on purpose. He treated you like a treasure to be safe-guarded because that was how he showed affection, he didn’t think you’d be stolen away if you weren’t locked up. And, when his selfishness mixed with all of his other, more human emotions, he couldn’t stop it from becoming something ugly. You knew it wasn’t his fault, and you did try to be patient, but…

It was hard to be kind, when he was so painfully unaware of his own motivations.

The way he acted didn’t help, either.

“I just don’t see why you gotta blow me off to talk to him,” He complained, his tone only an octave or two below a whine. It was the third time he’d brought your new companionship up, and hopefully, it’d be the third time he dropped it in favor of pouting as you fled to find a more hospitable environment. Currently, he was in the early stages of his tantrum, a thin scowl pulled across his lips as he clung to your waist, his head resting on your shoulder and his body sprawled out over your bed, the boy kicking occasionally but only apologizing when his foot collided with yours. Usually, he wasn’t one for physical affection, not beyond a squeeze to your hand or peck to the corner of your mouth, but fear rendered him paranoid, desperate, eager to hold or be held or do whatever he thought would ease his mind. You were too used to it to object, opting instead to run your fingers through his hair and trace the wrinkles of his shirt, his jacket discarded for the sake of comfort. “It’s not like Belphie’s great company. I’ve been puttin’ up with him for centuries, you can’t pretend he is.”

“You’re being too harsh,” You countered, weakly, keeping your eyes closed and your focus on anything except the conversation at hand. “He’s sweet, once you give him a chance, and he really isn’t as bad as you think he is. You’re just jealous, and you’re trying to cover that up by acting all huffy.”

“I am not huffy,” He huffed, an overdone exhale swiftly turning into a sigh, once he realized what he was doing. Slowly, he pushed himself up, coming to hover over you on steady arms. His scowl softened as you opened your eyes, meeting his with a sympathetic silence, but it only turned into a light frown, one that prioritized worry over everything else. Somehow, it was no less concerning than his previous expression. “I don’t have to trust him. A month ago, he was locked in the attic because he wanted to kill humans. That’s you, dumbass, you’re human.” He paused, shaking his head before he went on. “He could be planning something. You’re just bein’ too nice to see it.”

“And you’re being unreasonable.” It was your turn to sit up, this time, pushing yourself against the headboard and crossing your arms in an effort to maintain your dignity. Your pursuit was only somewhat successful, considering the demon still in your lap, but it was enough to let him know you could stand up, rather than continue to let him tower over you. It was enough to let him know you could leave, if you wanted to. “He was imprisoned, Mammon. He was angry and he didn’t know what he was doing. He’s trying to improve, now, but you have to let him try. You can’t write him off just because he did something he regrets.” You pursed your lips, a declaration quickly turning into a frustrated mumble. “It’s not like you can judge him for doing something short-sighted and irrational, anyway.”

There was a glower, a half-repressed glare. Mammon bared his teeth, canines exposed just enough to hint at a threat. “You don’t get to--”

“You don’t get to tell me what I'm not allowed to do,” You said, cutting him off and swinging your legs over the side of your bed, already moving to stand. “I trust Belphie. Even if I shouldn’t, I do. You would too, if you just let me show you how much he’s changed.”

Mammon’s response was delayed. You were already on your feet by the time it came, low and barely audible. “Demons don’t change.”

You grimaced, but you didn’t turn around. “They don’t?”

“They don’t.” Before you could take a step or process what he was saying or do anything, a hand was wrapped around your wrist, jerking you backward and throwing you off balance, pulling you back into the space you’d occupied a moment ago. You were too stunned to move, for a second, but not because of Mammon’s sudden show of strength. He’d… he’d changed, before you could notice, slipping into a Rage with little more than a growl and your neglect. Already, elongated, pointed talons were biting into your skin, scraping over the back of your hand before he took you by the collar, shoving you back into the mattress as soon as you tried to push yourself up. You weren’t sure why you’d bothered. In the blink of an eye, Mammon was already straddling your thighs, keeping you pinned down with his weight alone.

Well, his weight, and the threat of two rows of poised, razor-sharp fangs provided when they were only one more annoyance away from ripping out your throat.

“Demons don’t change,” He spat, leaning onto you, making it difficult to breathe. Leathery wings flared out behind him, his caution turning to aggression and his self-restraint following a similar route. He let go of your collar, but his hand only fell to your throat, his nails soon embedded in your neck, attempting to draw blood with the slightest hint of pressure. “We’re violent, and we’re dangerous and we’re bad, you can’t trust us. We don’t change, and you shouldn’t expect us to. You shouldn’t expect Belphie to.” He stopped, abruptly, his grip tightening just enough to draw your attention. “You don’t take us seriously, anymore.”

“I do!” The correction was too quick, too reflexive to be believable. You didn’t expect him to, and yet, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. “I know, Mammon, but… you’re supposed to be the one protecting me, I can’t--”

He didn’t say anything. He narrowed his eyes, clicking his tongue and rendering you silent, frozen, paralyzed. Mammon straightened his back, pulling back but making no effort to let you go. Rather, you were left to squirm as his gaze pried into you, a small, careless grin slowly stretching across his lips. “You’re lyin’ to me,” He muttered, his stare never wavering.

“I think you need another demonstration, before I can believe you.”

[skunkes]

nauurrrrrr i love the oc thots its so fun. its like taking part of the creative process idk. also ngl reading more n more about talon makes me more n more 😳 for him when i see him. ALSO. u dont have to stopfor anybody this is ur space!!

THANK YOU. Im doing dis for you.

But i do feel embarrassed once my posts get too long (THEY GET LONG. you guys havent even seen how long my posts can get bc when they get that long i can em) so i might jst try to share the info visually? Like when i made those vague "suggestive" doodles w him bc writing it out wouldve been too nsf/w for my liking...like those 2 doodles you can easily deduce info from wldve been like a 30 page essay if id typed em bc i like to over explain things uthskfkkajf

[eternalstrigoii]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Love, could you write a kink list for both Conall and Borra! I am speaking for all the fandom when I say’ We Are Thirsty!’ 😇😇😇 Love you!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Both, you say? This is gonna range from mildly nsfw to wildly nsfw I’m sorry I have no middle gear.

Conall:

Conall is a slow-burn lover. There are no quickies. He loves to work you over, make you writhe. It’s important to him that you have a good time; you never get to cum just once.

That being said, orgasm denial and over-stimulation are equally god-tier kinks, don’t @ me.

Either way, you say his name like you’re praying by the time he’s through with you.

He is as generous a lover as he is tactile.

Feather trailing may not be a kink when you go in, but it will be when you leave.

Feathers, fingers, talons, lips. 😍

Loving + Protective = Mildly Possessive. He’s not as bad as Borra, but he does have his Moments.

(You leave said moments with at least one well-placed love bite and the memory of his talons trailing between your thighs when you were decorated with the mess you made of one another.)

You don’t expect him to be kinky, and that’s what makes it even hotter.

(Like being whispered to while you’re In The Heat Of It about how he wants everyone to hear how good he is for you.)

(About how he could have you out in the open where anyone could see. As though they wouldn’t Know he had even if they didn’t.)

Inexperienced lovers are no problem. Not only is he patient, when he leads, it borders on Sugar Dom.

You’re gonna have a praise kink after for all the sweet nothings he whispers to you.

Conall is god-tier with dirty talk, I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules. His voice is so smooth, he could read you poetry in a sultry tone and you’d be squirming afterward.

Sex is natural; he’s not shy about it, but he wants you to be comfortable. Your kinks, and the kinks you don’t have, factor in.

Mutual Body Worship is just a part of making love.

Borra:

Marking.

He fucking loves marking.

It’s a courtship display with him.

If you can be decorated with love bites, you will be.

Whether you’re a fling or true love, he’s going to fuck you into the down in his bed.

It’s a better alternative to when he decides to be a little imp and tease you senseless.

He knows your body as well as his own; he will make you beg until all you can think about is release.

You thanked him for it after, once, and accidentally unlocked a praise kink.

(They both want to hear you, but it Gets Borra Going - your sounds, your praise, your begging.)

(He loves to know you’re all worked up over him. FOR him.)

Also sexual marathons are A Thing, and it’s borderline a competition to see which of you will clock the Better Number of orgasms from your partner.

Which, again, alternative to the version of sexual marathons where he just makes you cum until you ask him to knock it off.

B R A N C H       B  O N D A G E.

There Have Been Flowers Involved, yes. Filthy jokes were made about nectar and petals and all that stupid, flowery sex language (literally).

(He loves having a partner he can laugh about that with. Human sex notions are so stupid.)

There has also been Vine Teasing. You might’ve even finished with it.

He Knows What Those Fingers Do

ngl he considers your nights a success when you’re too tired to get up and clean yourself up afterward.

That being said, 100% softer than he EVER would intentionally let on, and there are times that Sweet Sweet Honey Lovin’ makes your heart ache.

Their shared kinks:

Readily-offered and enthusiastic CONSENT is the SEXIEST thing and that’s facts.

Look, I am not saying that the whole “almost extinct” thing comes with its own inherent breeding kink, but I’m also not going to say that it doesn’t. There’s variations: sometimes, with Borra, cumming inside you is a dominance thing. Sometimes it’s a mate-marking thing. But if you...mention it, so to speak, While In The Act, you’re gonna get what you ask for.

Kissing them is a kink in itself. The dichotomy of Slow + tender + passionate against Hot + hungry + all-consuming is so good, too.

This is a no-lose situation; you shall have a summer wedding.

[well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now]

Look I know Mammon has bat wings in his demon form but imagine his wings stretching out his wings like when crows ruffle their feathers when he gets mad or embarrassed. Also to show affection crows do this thing called allopreening so imagine Mammon playing with or taking care of your hair. NOW imagine Mammon just absolutely fucking m e l t i n g when you play with his. Probably why he likes head pats and head rubs so much tbh

TW! : Body Horror (yeah I don't know how it got to this either...demons I guess)

This! This!! All of this!!?

I adore Mammon's bat wings (can he fly with those tho? They look broken ngl) but Mammon with crow wings is just a-whole-nother level? Like holy shit!? Also the idea that mammon likes headpats so much is because of his affiliation with crows is just💯

I hc the demon form we see as just the first of three forms, with each form getting more monstrous as we go. Assuming Mammon without his horns is about 5'9" give me a second form that's somewhere between 7'0" to 8'0" and a final form that's just humungous? Just incomprehensible to a human? (He's still one of the smallest tho compared to the rest) but what do these forms have in common? Feathers. Give me an absolutely giant feathery demon pls. He's still got his bat wings and his horns and his white markings but the rest of his body is a mix of pitch black leathery skin with patches of white and gold (think his demon form outfit but now it's actually part of him) and crow feathers. Give me a long tail (maybe black with white markings kinda reminiscent of a tiger's tail) with a tuft of long crow feathers at the end (like his keychain). Give me sharp crow talons for feet and strong feathered legs. Give me a second form where his hair seems a little more feathery (like the downy fluff of newly hatched birds) and a third form where his hair is instead just dark crow feathers (think of a cockatoo's crest) that raises upright when he's excited and shows off a white underside to the feathers. Give me second form hands & arms that are human but with the dark leather of his first form clothes stretched over them, acting as his actual skin, with tufts of dark feathers at his shoulders & elbows, give me white claws. Give me a third form with multiple pairs of arms & hands with only the main set proportionate to his body and the others ranging in size never as big as his first set and some as small as his human set, tearing out of the empty burnt sockets that once held the hundreds of eyes more commonly seen in angels. Hands where the fingers are always reaching out and grasping at nothing (because he is the personification of greed) and um where was I going with this....right! Feathers!! MC preening his feathers in his second form while he's curled up around them in their bed, tail wrapped around their leg, purring. MC sitting on the shoulder of his third form preening the smaller feathers on his shoulders or the much larger ones on his head, while a smaller set of hands at his shoulders grab on to their legs and act as seatbelts. MC completely unblinkingly embracing the fact that their boyfriend is actually an ancient giant questionably evil bird/demon entity and just happily preening him knowing full well they'll never be able to actually finish preening him but that's okay because this is just a comfort thing and they love seeing Mammon who rarely lets them see his first form and was so worried about them seeing what he actually looks like turn into a giant flustered mess at how easily they love any form he takes on (because yes giant monster or not he still falls over himself at the first sign of genuine affection.) Also MC carrying their (comparatively) tiny 5'9" boyfriend home via piggy back because stuffing your giant self into a human meat suit is actually really tiring?

Sorry for highjacking your ask anon! I just got caught up in my own head and wanted to rant about giant monster demon boyfriends. Not a monster fucker btw (no hate against anyone who is! But how would it even work for something so big?) I just think they're neat.

Going back to your actual ask I'm writing a long fic with dragon mammon as part of a request and feathers and preening are absolutely part of it!

Sorry for ranting!! -Ak❤

[nightwingmyboi]

Pt 1) I'm ngl, if this Ric Grayson arc ends with Dick finally going off on the rest of the batfam for only showing him affection when they need something, it will almost be worth it. You mentioned in the meta about his relationship with the batfam that to recover from the gunshot he cut every one off (ngl, I stopped reading as soon as his memories were wiped), and I think that means now is the perfect time (or when his memories finally return fully next issue) for him to blow up

Pt 2) I want him to go off on Bruce for never seeming satisfied with what he does. I want him to go off on Tim for running away when everything was going to shit while Bruce was stuck in time (there's evidence that he remembers pre reboot stuff with that one panel that has torque and tarantula and him proposing to Babs so I'm going to say that's all still canon). I want him to lose his shit with Babs for constantly being mad at him when he's trying so hard (I love Babs, but this is annoying)

Pt 3) when he gets his memories back I want him to finally blow up. Like??? His life has been in a constant state of falling apart since he became Nightwing (hell, even before that), but he still always put others first. And now Roy is dead, Donna is evil, Wally is who knows where after killing Roy, Jason and Bruce are back on the outs, etc, etc and people were saying they need him back to fix things when he's recovering from being shot in the head. If they let him point this out, the Ric arc

Pt 4) will have been validated in my eyes. Still fucking terrible writing wise, execution (I was excited for Talon! Dick but christ what I read of it was bad), one of the worst decisions they've made recently, and they've made a bunch of bad ones, but it will be validated in its existence to me.

Yeah, Dick takes a lot of crap from the members of his family; a lot of the things you listed are things that I am very much not a fan of, lmao. And I’d even add that, with the Ric stuff you mention, it wasn’t even that Dick “cut everyone off” so that he could recover; I should have made this clearer--Bruce and the rest of the family should take a lot of the blame for pushing Dick away. See, initially, Dick was open to the idea of getting to know his family. He visited the manor and then Bruce, impatient with the lack of progress Dick was making on regaining his memories, decided to take Dick down to the Batcave, show him the Nightwing suit (that still had the freaking blood from the gunshot wound on it Jesus Christ), and traumatize Dick with the video of him getting shot in the head in order to stir up some memories. Alfred and Damian help Bruce do this:

Nightwing: Rebirth Annual #2

And Dick is obviously horrified. After this, why in the world would Dick want to be Nightwing? Why would he want to associate with his “family”? Staying away from the manor wasn’t Dick cutting out people in his life who cared for him and were trying to help him; it was about, in Dick’s mind, staying away from people who were willing to hurt him, people who cared more about his utility and how they needed him to be Nightwing then they cared about his safety and wellbeing. It was a desperate move to protect himself from people he could no longer trust. It is clear that implanted false memories and other brainwashing was done from the very beginning (by the doctor Bruce specifically hired no less) in order to ensure that “Ric” would not be comfortable with Bruce and would be inclined to leave, but it was Bruce’s actions that had Dick running literally right into his brainwasher’s arms: 

It’s also not even like afterwards Dick hid himself in some unknown location, completely out of contact. Barbara easily tracked Dick down to talk. And yet, when Barbara talks to him, she doesn’t ask Dick if he’s alright. She just tells him that they want him to regain his memories (umm...yeah you’ve made that clear), comments that he’s not acting like himself, and tells him to come back to the manor. So...it’s all about what the family wants. Dick says no, and there are zero attempts at a compromise. Maybe the family could have used the millions of dollars at its disposal to set Dick up elsewhere outside the manor so he doesn’t have to, uh, live in a cab? Maybe they could agree to occasional check-ins instead of the overbearing babysitting they were suggesting, that Dick is uncomfortable with? Maybe they could ask Dick what he wants? But, no. As soon as Dick doesn’t do exactly what they want him to, he’s on his own. People talk about how this arc is making Dick look bad, but beyond that, really it's making all of the family look like uncaring, selfish assholes. 

That aside, about how I want this arc to conclude...it would be nice, as readers, to see Dick finally put his foot down and stand up for himself a little. But honestly? Him going off on everyone like you describe? I feel like that would be out of character. I could maybe see Dick telling off Batman, but I can’t even imagine Dick truly blowing up at Damian or Tim, or really even Barbara. People really over exaggerate Dick’s temper a lot; in reality, it usually takes very extreme circumstances, and often an insane amount of stress and/or brainwashing to make Dick lash out. Bruce is one of the few people that can make Dick lose his temper, so maybe. But I also think that when Dick is truly upset and emotionally compromised, his first move is to go somewhere to be alone. He doesn’t tend to lash out; he tends to retreat and isolate himself if he’s able. You’ll often see him hole himself in his apartment when everything becomes too much. Two good examples of this are in Joker’s Last Laugh and in the Outsiders. After Dick kills the Joker, he immediately retreats to his apartment to be alone, and likewise after Donna dies, he spends months isolated from his friends in Bludhaven: 

Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files

And not only all that, but I really don’t think Dick yelling at everyone would be cathartic for him. If he did something like that, he’d feel terrible and guilty about it. He’d apologize. And I really don’t want him to have to apologize for anything in the aftermath of all this horrible stuff he’s been through. I don’t want any of the responsibility for making things right to be put on his shoulders. Though he’ll probably feel the need to try to fix things anyway, I’d actually prefer him to just...stay away from the family. Not avoid them, but let them be the ones to reach out to him for a change. Especially recently, Dick has had to do all the emotional work in his relationships; it would be so gratifying to have his friends and family put the work in on their own and be the ones to initiate so Dick doesn’t have to do all the heavy lifting. 

And hey, I’d love even more for one of the numerous friends he used to have to step in and stand up for him instead, so he doesn’t have to. If the rest of the Titans were not currently being put through depressing arcs themselves (or being dead, RIP Roy), I think they definitely would’ve knocked some heads together. I think the only possible solution...is Uncle Clark coming to the rescue! Surely if Superman knew what was going on, he’d come down to the cave and give a good old fashioned tongue lashing to Batman for his pseudo-nephew’s sake! I’m not caught up with the Superman comics so idk what he’s up to rn, but please tell me this can happen and if not let me dream.

Thanks for the ask! I feel your pain, was pretty disappointed with Talon Dick. I really want to just reach into the comics and wrap Dick up in a blanket or something, give him rest!

[infcstissumam]

Headcanon Masterlist

|| Yeah, I needed an entirely separate post for just my headcanons! Haha

note: outdated = I no longer believe this or like the headcanon, semi-outdated = I kind of like the headcanon, but there are facets of it I no longer enjoy or believe.

Multiple Papa’s / General Papal Lore

Papa Nihil, I, II and III Teeth Headcanons + pictures (semi-outdated)

Differences between resurrected ghouls through the Eras (Papa I, II & III) (OUTDATED)

Comprehensive Papa Supernatural Power + Ability masterlist 

The Clergy once attempted to house all Papas together... once 

All the Papa + Cardinal Copia’s associated weapons (crack)

Papa pupil Headcanon + infographic (semi-outdated)

Both Papa’s and Ghouls have specific periods of heat/rut during the year

Papa finger-nail/talon headcanon

Papa fertile period headcanons

Papa Speaking Pattern headcanons

Era building scheme headcanon

Papa Papacy symbolism + Cardinal Copia (this aged really well ngl)

Papal makeup is supernatural and the Papa’s are cryptids; and more at 11

When forced to run, Papa’s have to pull a Disney princess and lift up their chasuble ( more on this here )

Papa true age/human age headcanon (semi-outdated)

The Papa’s have their own ‘true tongue’ similar to Ghoulish

Dark emeritus brother headcanons (this headcanon isn’t outdated, more a dark interpretation shitpost)

Papal skeletal face paint headcanon (semi-outdated, canon kinda went against this, but that’s questionable itself, given former sisters of sin never had facepaint, thereby bringing into question whether they’re mere sisters or a higher rank that shares habits)

How Primemovers work/get assigned

Papa dicks headcanon + Copia

Papa I, II and III birth name headcanons

Ghost Project/The Church’s ultimate goal

The four original Papa’s regarding children

Papa I, II, III and Popia’s MBTI

Papa I, II and III favourite foods and drinks

The Papa’s naturally grow horns

How to make a Papa purr without fail

Papa Anatomy Headcanon (semi-outdated)

Papa I, II and III dealing with a sibling (not assigned to them) being friendly and happy with them

Papa’s and the occult

Where is the ministry located and how did they get there?

Papa Nihil

Papa Nihil being first introduced to a baby Papa II and Papa III (semi-outdated)

Nihil always wanted a daughter (sexism tw)

Papa I

Papa I doesn’t really enjoy one night stands

Papa I & II fashion headcanon

Papa I isn’t fully white

Papa I will not allow the young or vulnerable to have hearing protection at his show + his partial deafness

Papa I enjoys gifting small jewellery to his s/o

Papa I headcanons (OUTDATED)

Papa I & III reactions to finding an anonymous bouquet of roses for them (+character study)

Papa II

What I believe the best time for Papa II is (semi-outdated)

How Papa II says ‘I love you,’ his stance on PDA and when he lost his virginity (semi-outdated)

Sister Imperator being Papa II’s mom

Cardi C being Papa II’s son (OUTDATED)

Papa II natal chart

How is Papa II for eye contact during sex

Papa II’s signature sunglasses are custom

Papa II has had two prime-movers (semi-outdated)

Having Papa II fall in love with you would include (semi-outdated)

Papa II’s greatest regret

Papa II’s opinion on thiccness (semi-outdated)

Papa II doesn’t like colourful/patterned socks

Papa II’s Papal Ferula isn’t just for show (semi-outdated)

Papa II misses how close he used to be with Papa III

Papa II instinct is always to protect those around him

Papa II’s favourite Ghoul

Papa II pals around with Omega

Despite his hatred for Papa II still secretly desires his approval

Papa II only sits like a substitute gym teacher

Papa II is always ready to square-up

How would Papa II react to someone trying to help him overcome his trauma

Would Papa II be protective over his kin/children?

Papa II dossier

The storyline of Circe takes place with Papa II, not Papa III

Papa II nearly put Bon Jovi on Infestissumam for his cover

Papa II doesn’t despise children and does, in fact, have the dad instinct

Papa II doesn’t give a fuck but this doesn’t mean he doesn’t care

Papa I & II fashion headcanon

Papa II gentle lovemaking hc (this is more an imagine though??? idk)

Papa II & III + primal play

Papa II on the first date (OUTDATED)

Papa II is selfish

Papa II & III’s relationship (THEY’RE SUPER CLOSE AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOU EDGELORDS)

Papa II doesn’t go out of his way to glamour himself

Papa II can play the organ

Papa II often tried to seek out his father as a boy 

Papa II’s titles, because he’s an extra bastard

Papa II has a gold tooth

Papa II picks at his talon when bored or impatient

Papa II is a secret romantic

Papa II’s hair type

Papa II with an insecure partner

Papa III

Papa III regarding ghouls with missing limbs/digits, etc.

Papa III’s reaction to getting someone pregnant

Papa III didn’t have a nice childhood, or so to speak (semi-outdated)

Papa III refuses to have sex with a conversation first

Papa III can be the living embodiment of a spoiled brat (semi-outdated)

Papa III is an AFAB trans-man (not outdated! I still love this headcanon, I just don’t write it as often anymore)

Papa III, regardless of verse, is always the last to die

Papa III is scared of violent storms

Papa III is the only Papa to let his ghouls call him Papa

Papa III + applicable life skills (spoiler: he doesn’t have many)

Papa III unapologetically tears up during sex

Papa III has ADHD

Papa II & III + primal play

Papa III favourite kinks

Papa III needs therapy: a masterpost

Papa III’s only photo of his mother

Papa II & III’s relationship (THEY LOVE EACH OTHER)

Papa III tries to befriend his ghouls and views them more like pals than meaningless servants (semi-outdated)

Papa III talking in his sleep and mumbling

Papa I & III reactions to finding an anonymous bouquet of roses for them (+character study)

Cardinal Copia / Popia

Copia is the type of guy to get his s/o flowers

Copia will do a little happy dance when excited

Copia is autistic

Copia + having a mommy kink (y’all are heathens istg)

Sub Copia headcanons

Popia jealousy headcanon

Copia with an S/O that plays full contact sports

Copia signs off business emails with an emoji

General Ghoul Headcanons

The Ghoul’s have a far more refined sense of smell

The Ghouls, like rabbits, will headbutt for attention and affection

The Ghoul’s regarding human periods

Ghoul death/veneration headcanon

Ghoul Temperature headcanons

Ghoul anatomy headcanon

Ghoul body mod culture headcanons + piercings

You can trance Ghouls

Ghoul sounds headcanon (not nsfw surprisingly!)

Can Ghouls and Humans procreate with each other?

Ghouls + bodily insecurity

The Ghouls are trained like bridesmaids to help their Papa in fashion disasters

Ghoul Mating Rituals

Ghoul Strength headcanons

Church Reaction to Ghoul’s dating

Ghoul’s can impact the dreams of the sleeping headcanon

Friends to Lovers series

Friends to lovers: Cumulus

Friends to lovers: Cirrus

Friends to lovers: Dewdrop

Era 4 Ghouls

Ghoul dicks headcanon (Era 4 only)

Era 4 Ghoul Guilty Pleasure headcanon

How the Ghouls would handle their chubby S/O being taunted or treated poorly because of their weight

Aether, Dew and Mountain with a seriously sick S/O

Dew refuses to wear clothes + why

Rambling about Dewdrop

Dew can and will steal your stuff

Fluffy Dewdrop headcanons

How to really piss off Dewdrop

Rain + the sub or dom debate

Cumulus & Mountain NSFW headcanons

Mountain + a smaller lover headcanons

Mountain refuses to be ‘that huge ghoul’

General Swiss headcanons

Swiss loves making nicknames for people

Other Ghoul Headcanons

Era 2-3.3 Ghoul Zodiac Signs

Special Ghoul headcanons

[xiaonesis]

How did you come up with the concept of GWS? Were there specific experiences/influences that inspired you? - From :3 Anon

This is yet another difficult question! But I like the burn from being grilled TwT;

So, first off, The Rot is NOT inspired by Covid-19 hahaha (someone asked before). The timing is purely coincidental and I did not even think about Covid when I planned out GWS.

The Rot was something I came up with to work as the main difficulty that MC/Reader has to overcome, amongst other things. It is less inspired by a specific event and more as a tool I brewed to work in the big picture of GWS. I can’t say much without revealing things right now though lmao 

We’ve barely scraped the surface of GWS XD So there is a lot of things that have yet to come up that I can’t mention here but I will touch on what I can.

For the overall concept of GWS, I have always loved the idea of isekai and fantasy worlds (Lord of The Rings was a major part of my childhood and ngl, I always wanted to go to Middle-Earth and I don’t mean New Zealand 😂 which is beautiful btw) and I felt the itch to write a HQ fic whilst watching S4 (mainly cause I wanted to write abt Inarizaki & Kuroo). At the time, I only thought of writing ONE main fic (no oneshots, no ficlets etc my lazy ass didn’t want to write different fics at the time) so I started off with wanting to write a fic that combines HQ+Isekai+Fantasy and went brainstorming from there. 

I mentioned a few times before but I was brainstorming for weeks before even writing Chapter 1 😂 even drew out two draft maps of Hyquile 😅

Besides that, other little themes and details are influenced by my own experiences/that of family & friends. Ie: I did not want MC to be yet another volleyball manager/player so I gave her dance/pole dance instead; having learned pole dance myself, I thought if it came to it later, I would be able to describe her challenges with it better that way. 

Then the other running theme of separation/dissociation in GWS is kind of based on my own experiences with it, as I grew up feeling very disconnected from my family (I lived apart from my parents growing up, due to their work). Even if we are kind of close now (?), the feeling never goes away in my subconscious, and I have been living in a separate country from them for almost half my life. I just kind of took that and applied it on a more major thing (being in an alternate world lmao🤣).

And there will be more to come, but I love mythology, fairytales (lol my Osamu fic, ‘novel’ XD), folktales & legends; particularly Asian ones. So I wanted to write a story that will let me introduce these to others. The Nox Somnus Talon that Bokuto used early on is based on the Filipino Ibong Adarna, and then the Death Worm that Bokuto mentioned in passing is from a Mongolian legend. Will you see more of them and others? Only updates will tell😙 

Touching back on The Rot and a magical disease that suddenly slowly corrupts & takes the life of their victims, it lightly touches on the sicknesses that goes on in my family at large (I don’t know why, people get sick very often in my familia😵)

This is getting long so I will cut it off here but this question might need to be re-Asked again once GWS gets further. Cause like I said, we’ve barely scraped the surface  🤣

[nitewrighter]

Do you think Gency will finally be canon in OW 2? Ngl I'm a little worried about the story in general after Michael Chu left, we don't even know if he finished the writing for OW 2 or who's going to replace him. I really liked him and how much he cared about representation (it's so unfair when people say he was getting in the way of lgbtq ships).

I think Michael Chu did work on Overwatch 2, and like, I feel like he left because he finished that project and was ready to move on, so I do think he was able to see the writing of Overwatch 2 to its completion and at this point they’re polishing the mechanics and gameplay. At the same time though, I don’t think Overwatch 2 will be putting a lot of emphasis on ships. We might see cute nods to them like Tracer keeping a photo of Emily on her dashboard, but from what I saw of the gameplay, it looked like the campaign mode will largely just be dropping Overwatch team members from Null Sector invasion site to Null Sector invasion site rather than like... focusing on relationships between the characters--more ‘pew pew pew!’ than like, character development. For me, like, I love Gency, but my big hope for Overwatch 2 is that we’ll get some answers on the big conspiracies that shut Overwatch down to begin with--we’ll get more details on what was happening with Jack and Reaper, get a better look at Sombra’s eye conspiracy, find out Moira’s level of involvement with Talon, and finally find out about that mysterious omnic at the end of Storm Rising. Now, they did say that the three “Archives” PvE modes will factor heavily into OW2′s plot, so maybe we’ll have as much Gency as we got in Storm Rising.