#Morty Fluffy hair

[lothkittyyt]

Did you noticed this? Lightening highlights, same place on hair, same age (probably). Even young adult Morty's hairstyle is similar to young adult Rick's, only Morty's hairstyle is shorter but just as wild style too.

You're welcome

[sadiecoocoo]

This is the version of Morty that I wanna see more of… this… this is beautiful

[plumbus-central]

studious teens pouring over the d&d handbook and permanently altering their brain chemicals

[allienclown]

Poppy’s redesign!!!

I figured why not a new look for the new blog!!~

Ask box is open!!

[emmetrain]

"emmet. emmet. emmet. emmet. emmet. emmet. emmet-" he's shoving pop rocks into the smaller's hands. it's like. 20 packets.

"Emmet. Emmet. Emmet... Are you aware that we will DIE?"

"..."

"Which one do you recommend for me to start from, Emmet?" This is what happens when there is no Ingo around to stop them. "Are you joining? Of course you are!! Do you have more in your pockets or do I have to share?"

[cuddlychristopher]

Walking in on You - Matt Sturniolo Smut (request)

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: eating out, riding, profanities, and more...

A/N: Uhm... yeah, this one got away from me. I did not plan for it to be this long, but here we are lmaooo Thanks for the love recently, hope you enjoy this one!!

***

You laughed as you and Matt entered the backstage room. 

“Why did you have to mention my biggest fear? You know they’re going to use that against me now.”

Your boyfriend chuckled. “You don’t know that, babe.”

“But you do.” You shot him a look, both eyebrows raised and your lips pressed in a firm line. “They’re going to pull a prank on me.” 

His blue eyes looked deeply into yours as a smirk set on his lips and he rested his hands on your shoulders. “They’re not going to, (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes with a small scoff. You turned the TV on and put on HULU, then grabbed your laptop out of your backpack by the couch. Was it an item you should’ve left lying around here? Probably not, but you only left to go eat food after the three did a soundcheck and rehearsal. 

“What should we watch?” You asked as you signed into your account. 

Matt narrowed his eyes at you and sat down on the couch. “Don’t you have writing to do?”

You thought about it, then shook your head. “Nope.” 

“I think you do,” he replied, a little knowingly. “Look, I’ve never been, like, good at getting work done, but you should do it.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Now Matt shoots you a look, similar to yours earlier, but way more sassy. It was sexy the way he crooked one brow and slightly scrunched up his nose. 

Once again, you rolled your eyes at him, and removed your shoes. Basically your way of doubling down on the fact you didn’t have work to do. (But you did, definitely did. That paper was due at the end of the week, and it was Tuesday.)

“Matt, watching one episode won’t kill me. How about Rick and Morty?” You clicked on the resume button for Rick and Morty and it began to play the next episode from where you left off. 

Matt sighs heavily, being dramatic, and glides a hand through his hair, failing to keep it out of his face. “Yeah, yeah… But after, okay? The agreement was you’d keep up with classes if you came on tour, babe.”

You put your hands up in defense. “Okay.” You smiled and cuddled up next to him to watch your thirty minutes of freedom before homework. 

***

You groaned as you saw the ending credits roll and the next episode got ready to play. It was writing time, or maybe not. You had your mind on naughty things since he made that sexy expression. 

Matt looked down at you. “Homework time.”

“Or…” You moved to straddle him and lazily draped your arms on his shoulders. “We could make out a little. That always gets the juices flowing.”

He giggled under his breath. “You really don’t want to do it?”

“Hell no. It’s too much thinking, but this isn’t.” You leaned in, closing your eyes, and kissed his lips softly. As your kisses continued, you tangled your fingers in his fluffy collocks and brushed against his covered cock. You released your hair out of its pulled back style as you repeated your slow, pressure intensifying movements. 

Your hair slightly fell in your face, but instinctively, Matt brushed it back with his hot hands. You loved his hands. You’d love him to touch every square inch of your body with them. 

“I want you,” you breathed, twirling your tongue with his. 

In one fairly swift movement, Matt had you lying on your back and he was on top. Your lips smashed together, more feverishly now. His throb rested against your covered heat. You couldn’t stop the small moan from escaping. Fuck, he made you go crazy. 

Suddenly, Matt pulled back and he attempted to catch his breath as he shook his head. “You need t- to do homework.”

You scoffed a little. “Matt, for fuck sakes. You’d rather watch me write an essay than fuck me?” You tugged him back down by his sweater and kissed him. “I’d rather fuck first,” you whispered into his ear. 

The two of you tug his sweater and tee combo off and brushed your lips together again. Fuck, they melted with yours so easily and tasted so sweet. It helped that he had ice cream for dessert. 

Matt’s lips curled into a small smile against yours and, without notice, his hand rested on your heat beneath your jeans. Soft circles from his hand caused your insides to burn. You still wanted skin contact though. When you were going to reach down to take his hand and slip it underneath your lace, he pulled back. 

“Matt,” you whined. 

He chuckled as he made hot butterfly kisses down your neck. His slight facial hair tickled and you tried not to giggle. He stopped short because of your sweatshirt. He pushed it up and you took the liberty to tug it off from there. Now, Matt continued his kisses as he played with the straps of your tank, revealing the straps to your bra. He placed kisses on your mostly exposed chest. 

“Matt, I love your lips, but I’d rather have your hands.”

“You sure about that?” he asked, eyeing your lower area and licked his lips. 

You let out a slow, low breath and swallowed hard. “I feel like my answer is irrelevant either way.”

He smirked and his hands found their way to remove your jeans. His face disappeared between your legs, all you could see was his hair. It wasn’t long before there was the sensation of his tongue and lips. Every little flick, lick, and kiss caused your body to shake, and you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to come too early and give him that satisfaction. But fuck he was so good and knew exactly how to play with your pussy. 

“I… I want you… inside. Not thi- Fuck. Yes… Yes… Matthew!” You reached down to grip his hand that held your hip as your toes curled. You grunted to suppress the urge to moan loudly. All the aches rolled into pleasures.  

Matt reappeared, wiping his mouth, and a cocky grin was placed on his face. He moved back up to kiss you on the lips. 

“Fuck you.”

He laughed under his breath as he unbuttoned and unzipped his baggy jeans, and then he pushed them down. Your kisses were getting sloppy, but that didn’t matter as you felt him push his tip in. You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him in deeper. 

A sweet groan escaped Matt’s lips. “Fuck, baby.”

His skin against yours riveted as your motions worked together. Matt started to speed up, but you shook your head. You breathed, “Keep it slow, baby… Oh, god, keep it slow.” 

You moved to sit up so you could ride him and control the grinds more. You whipped your hair back as you kept the pulses going. Your body screamed in the hot flesh. Matt’s hands found their way to your back and unclipped your bra. You let it fall and he pulled you in to place kisses everywhere on your chest; taking more focus on your sensitive nipples. His tongue flicked them and it caused your body to shudder. 

It suddenly occurred to you that anyone out in the hallway passing would most likely hear you. At least the sound of the TV drowned you out a little. 

You could feel yourself ready to come. You were so close. “Babe, come with me.”

“I’m fucking trying, babe.” Matt laughed under his breath. He seemed to focus more and he lightly moaned as he tilted his head back with his hands on your divots. His rings were going to leave imprints on your sides for sure. 

For his benefit, you made your thrust pace a little faster and, instantly, he picked back up. You gripped onto anything you could as pants barely escaped your lips. 

“Fuck, (y/n),” he whimpered. 

You giggled breathlessly and it was then you both reached your heights. You enclosed him as he stiffened. You felt the lower half of your body shake as aching moans left your hot lips. Your eyes studied each other before you kissed again, and danced your tongues together slowly. 

You cradled into him as you sat on his lap, enjoying some small silence and you lightly tangled your fingertips in his messy hair. His fingertips brushed on your shoulders and drew designs.

“I love you, Matt,” you sighed contently, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck. You closed your eyes and hugged your arms. Matt’s arms instinctively wrapped around you and he kissed your forehead. 

“I love you too, (y/n).”

The door to the backroom swung open and your eyes cracked wide open. “Don’t come in!”

“Don’t look, bro!” Matt exclaimed, his voice cracking a little. “Get the fuck out!” 

“What? Why?” Nick questioned, not pleading to your warning. He took one glance, an immediate disgusted look crossing his face, and yelled, “No. Absolutely not. What the actual FUCK is wrong with you two?” Then he slammed the door shut.

There was another yell, “THE BACKROOM HAS BEEN TAINTED. NO ONE GO IN THERE. I REPEAT, DO NOT GO IN THERE. UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR EYES TO MELT INTO YOUR SOCKETS.”

The two of you gave each other nervous looks and then laughed.

“Should we, like, go after him?” you asked. 

Matt kissed the side of your head, then your nose, and then your lips. “No, that was a sign. Homework, babe.”

You made a long, dragged out huff. “Fine.” You got up to put your sweatshirt and panties back on as he also got slightly more decent. Then you pulled your laptop closer to you. “Can I sit on your lap and write?” 

Matt giggled and waved you over. “Always, babe.” 

[blindmagdalena]

I had a really fluffy homie thought; basically cuddling on the couch under a fluffy throw blanket and watching cartoons like Rick and Morty or Bob’s Burgers. It’s probably totally ooc for HL but the holidays are always a little rough for me and this made me feel all fluffy and warm 😂

Homelander really doesn't care what goes on the TV. That's not why he pushes you down onto the couch or why he's nuzzling into the crook of your neck, snaking his arms around your waist.

The TV being on is more incidental than anything else; maybe it's for you, something to keep you distracted and still while he indulges in being more vulnerable than he usually cares to show.

Either way, he never pays much attention to it.

He's far more focused on the slightly alien feel of his bare fingers brushing the nape of your neck. He normally keeps himself so removed from the world, sensation muffled by the soft leather of his gloves.

He doesn't need the suit here. He doesn't need the world to be deafened or muted. With you, he can be raw. Exposed. Content.

This way, he can clearly feel the beat of your heart against his chest without thick padding dampening it. He wonders if you can feel the steady, strong thump of his. He listens to your lungs fill and empty, the breath from your lips ghosting over his temple and rolling goosebumps down his spine.

He can feel your mortality in every bit of you. Your whole existence can be broken down into such simple, primitive mechanisms, and yet the sum of you is something magic.

There is no frailty in the way you hold him, no uncertainty. You don't hesitate. You love him. More than that, you make it seem so easy. He can't understand why so many have failed to give what you have in spades.

He's not cold, but it's sweet that you pull the throw blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over your entangled bodies. Your fingertips brush his jaw as you tuck it in around his neck. He smiles against the skin just below your ear and kisses it appreciatively.

You card your fingers through his hair, gently separating any gelled pieces that might tug. You don't have to, but it's sweet that you do.

It's sweet that you touch him like you could break him.

It's a difficult pill to swallow that in reality, you could. You could break him apart with the wrong words, the wrong look, the wrong rush of adrenaline. He would fall apart and tear the world down with him if you ever turned on him.

His grip tightens just enough to hitch the flow of your breaths.

"You okay?" You ask, hand pausing to cup the back of his head.

There it is. Your frailty. It would take so little to break your spine, and yet the echoes of that crack would haunt him for the rest of his life. The circle of your arms is a glass house, a precarious invitation for tragedy.

Sickening that the thought of tragedy still frightens him when it's all he's ever known. That fear sits inside him like an ugly, festering wound. The rot of it spills into all aspects of him—paranoia, anger, possessiveness, he feels it all with such burning fervor.

It's easier to simply call it love.

"Yeah," he says eventually, lifting his head to meet your gaze. You look concerned, so he kisses you. "M'great," he insists, shaping the words against your lips. "You make everything... great." He feels you smile at that.

"If you're sure," you say, pushing both hands through his hair. He can only imagine the shape of it after all the toying you've done with it. "You're squeezing awfully tight."

"Sorry," he says, not sounding very sorry. He won't tell you that he was testing the give of your body, sensing with his arms exactly what it would take for you to break apart within them. Not when he's so devastatingly content.

You brush his cheek with your knuckles. "It's okay. I don't mind."

"I might squeeze too tight," he says, leaning into your touch.

"You won't," you assure him.

"I have before," he counters.

You pause a moment. "You know better now."

"Sometimes." He says it like a confession. A dirty little secret for your ears alone that sometimes—only sometimes—he's not entirely sure he's doing the right thing.

The two of you sit in a poignant silence, the television paused on one of those Are you still watching? prompts.

"I'll tell you when it's too tight," you say, tipping his head back to meet your gaze. "And you'll listen to me."

He stares at you for awhile, gaze flitting slightly as he takes in the somber look of you. You've never been afraid of speaking up. Not even against him. He believes you.

And you'll listen to me.

An assertion he would balk at from anyone else. Instead, in your voice, from your soft lips, the thought soothes him.

"Yeah," he says, flexing his grip slightly. "Okay."

"Good. You can squeeze a little tighter," you say, settling your head back down against the couch.

He does. He closes his grip ever so slightly and buries his face into the crook of your neck, taking in a deep breath. A little tighter, and you squeeze his shoulder in warning. He lets out a breath and relaxes his hold on you with it, practically melting against you.

The two of you stay like that for a while, each of you testing the feel of the other. The slow tap of warm fingertips and freely exploring hands mapping out a lifetime of potential in the others body. He's gentle out of necessity, and you're gentle out of understanding.

Homelander hits play on the remote before he settles back down. He still doesn't care for watching, but it's a means of telling you without telling you that he's not ready for this moment to end.

Blessedly, you slip your fingers back into his hair, accepting the gesture for what it is.

[the-loyal-wolf]

Boops

Homelander x reader, gender neutral i think. i hope so. no use of y/n

Summary: Fluffy fic about booping homelander and him being confused about it because i can. besides i doubt he's ever gotten booped.

Homelander might be a tad out of character or maybe hes in character

literally inspired by the boop feature.

Homelander looked up at you from his position on your lap. Your attention was on the movie playing on the tv. He'd long forgotten about the movie instead choosing to watch you which he found miles more interesting then some stupid action flick. He nuzzled his face against your stomach causing you to look at him with a smile. You carded your fingers through his hair lightly scratching against his scalp while he smiled up at you. You began lightly scratching along the shaved sides of his hair, Homelander letting out a content hum as you do so.

"You're adorable." You say with a grin. "Adorable? Seriously?" He questioned though with a smile preening at the attention. "Very." You affirm before lightly tapping the tip of his nose while you said boop. "Boop?" He echoed a mildly confused look on his face. You nod lightly speaking as you trail your finger down the slope of his nose before tapping again the movie forgotten as you admire him. "Yep, you're just so adorable i just had to boop ya." You ran your hand through his hair again. "It's like a sign of affection, when you like someone or find them cute." You further explained noting his still present look of confusion.

"So.. You 'booped' me.. because it's a sign of affection?" Homelander questioned raising his hands and putting air quotes around the word booped causing you to laugh quietly. You nodded as Homelander raised his hand again tapping your nose with the pad of his finger with a smile. You smiled as he proceeded to trail his finger down following the curve of your lip to which you playfully nipped at. "I love you." You said quite happily, scratching his scalp lightly. "I love you too." He returned still a bit surprised that you did. He laid his hand back across his stomach, seeming content. For now at least, you think fondly before looking back to the movie.

i suck at endings, always have, probably always will

anyways enjoy

@mommy-mortis

@blindmagdalena

[starrbitez]

breaking up the angst in my fic with a fluffy scene where evil morty cuts Morty’s hair

[nykie-love-anime]

June Fluffy Prompts

This is my 30 Day Writing Challenge

Day 1 ~ Coffee Shop Au Aizawa x Female!Reader

Day 2 ~ First Meeting Fanboy x Mitchell!Reader

Day 3 ~ College Au Bakugou x Female!Reader

Day 4 ~ Sharing A Bed Bob x Female!Reader Headcanons

Day 5 ~ Celebration Cyclone x Mitchell!Reader

Day 6 ~ Adopting A Pet Steve x Female!Reader

Day 7 ~ Gardening Shigaraki x Female!Reader

Day 8 ~ Stuck Together Dabi x Female!Reader

Day 9 ~ Kisses Hawks x Female!Reader Headcanons

Day 10 ~ Promises Aizawa x Female!Reader

Day 11 ~ Clothes Part 1 Various Rick & Morty Characters x Reader

Day 12 ~ Clothes Part 2 Jake x Female!Reader Bradley x Female!Reader

Day 13 ~ Dancing Izuku x Wife!Reader

Day 14 ~ Gifting Something Cute / Dumb Kirishima x Female!Reader

Day 15 ~ “You Play The Piano So Well.” Bradley x Female!Reader

Day 16 ~ “I’ll Keep You Safe I Promise.” Bradley x Daughter!Reader

Day 17 ~ Breakfast In Bed Bucky x Rogers!Reader

Day 18 ~ Road Trip Karasuno x Male!Reader Headcanons

Day 19 ~ Attention Phoenix x Female!Reader

Day 20 ~ “Just Pretend To Be My Date.” Kuroo x Female!Reader

Day 21 ~ Caught In The Rain Daichi x Female!Reader Headcanons

Day 22 ~ “Your Hair Is So Soft.” Kenma x Male!Reader Headcanons

Day 23 ~ Flowers Pete x Daughter!Reader

Day 24 ~ Sharing Blankets BakuDeku x Bakugou!Female!Reader

Day 25 ~ Reading In Bed Iceman x Male!Reader

Day 26 ~ Love Notes Hizashi x Female!Reader

Day 27 ~ Reunion Jake x Female!Reader

Day 28 ~ Pet Names Texting SMAU

Haikyuu My Hero Academia

Day 29 ~ Late Night Date Javy x Female!Reader

Day 30 ~ Desserts Shinsou x Gn!Reader

So my last post for June Fluffy Prompts was just posted. I cannot believe a month went by that quickly. I would just like to thank everyone who read my fics. Thank you for the likes, reblogs and comments I really, really appreciate every one of you guys.

[kadavernagh]

Different Strokes || Jade & Regan

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Regan’s "apartment" PARTIES: Regan and Jade SUMMARY: Jade is thrilled after trading some innuendo-laced conversation online with Regan. She thinks she's about to score. Regan thinks they're about to discuss ulcers, for fun.

Honestly? This didn’t even crack the top 3 of weirdest booty calls in Jade’s life. Without looking at a list, from the top of her head, she figured this would be more in the 10 to 6 category. Maybe push top 5, depending on where the night took them. The potential was there. She couldn’t wait to figure out who Regan was and why she liked using medical terms to get in the mood. 

(Yep, her browser history was currently filled with anatomy questions, so what?)

(The facial nerve was her favorite cranial nerve. Mostly cause she didn’t trust herself to say glossopharyngeal correctly)

And anyway? Weird was subjective, cause usually Jade ended up having a great time. 

(Usually. Number two, you know what you did)

After Waze almost navigated her straight into a river, delaying her arrival in several minutes, Jade finally parked her motorcycle outside the building’s address. Cute. Way better than anything she’d seen in Worm row. She’d never banged a doctor before (cause like, chiropractors totally didn’t count, right?) (She got rearranged alright, though). Where was she? Right, though she had never been inside a doctor’s home before, she imagined it had to be super fancy. Like, well lit, and big tubs and giant beds. Maybe she could ask for a tour before they got down to business. And… Pft, why would she be imagining things, when she could just go up and check? That second floor called for her, so she hopped off her bike, locked everything there was to lock and strutted inside the building. 

She reached for the second floor, carding her fingers through her hair to get rid of her helmet head before she rapped against the door once. Firm. Then followed it up with three knocks in quick succession. 

It wasn’t often Regan allowed herself to indulge in a meeting of the minds. She had little to no interest in regular social excursions, but it was rare that she met someone so enthused to discuss medicine – except for Dr. Rickers, who she wished was less eager to share his thoughts with her. Jade’s interest in the subject won her over. And she probably wasn’t a bearded pathologist with far too many progeny. As Regan prepared the living room, it occurred to her that the only other person that had ever been here with any frequency – aside from herself, rarely – was Reilly. The apartment was practically a prop to convince him she was well-adjusted and absolutely not living in the woods. Maybe it would convince Jade of the same.

On her laptop, she had a PowerPoint loaded with a couple of exceptionally compelling case studies and then a few slides of her favorite ulcers. Set on the table next to it was a dead squirrel, still fluffy, but rapidly stiffening as rigor mortis took it. Regan had also taken the liberty of pulling out a couple of choice texts and underlining some discussion points. What would Jade bring? What kind of medical professional or scientist was she? Did she like squirrels? 

The knock on the door derailed her train of thought. The wondering would stop now. Right?

Before opening the door, Regan took a deep breath and held it, almost for as long as she could tolerate. The room started to grow fuzzy. She palmed the wall for balance. With a gasp, she let her lungs spill out and bring in fresh air. They seized in acknowledgement of the oppression. Whatever Jade thought, no matter how out of place Regan felt, she would be prepared and in control.

When she was ready, she opened the door. Her eyes drifted past the beautiful woman and down to the driveway; she noticed a motorcycle residing where there was definitely not a motorcycle before. Didn’t Jade know how dangerous – right, Jade. She found herself staring right into her face. Jade was young, though Regan wasn’t sure she could cast a stone there – she probably looked about the same age. A professional was a professional, even if they were light on the seasoning. Her eyes stayed stuck for a moment. Jade had windblown waves and what were probably lovely zygomatic arches under the skin of her face; she was easy to look at. 

Regan felt herself stiffen. Did that deep breath do nothing? Right. Say something. “Hello. I’ve, um, prepared.” She shifted around inside her winter coat, nerves getting the best of her. She wasn’t sure of Jade’s profession, but given her years of experience Regan wanted – admittedly – to impress her. What if the presentation wasn’t enough? What if Jade already had all of her books, well-read and dog-eared? What if she didn’t think the squirrel was high quality or in her preferred stage of decay? Swallowing her hesitation, she opened the door and allowed Jade inside. The setting was obvious: the only things in the living room were two chairs, a table, and bookshelf. There wasn’t even any art on the walls to drive attention elsewhere. She let Jade get her bearings before speaking up. “It’s nice to meet you. In person. I think. I don’t – I mean, I don’t do this often.” Doubt trickled in. She tried to cut it off with a hopeful question. “Did you bring anything?”

“Regan,” Jade greeted, low and teasing, lifting a curious eyebrow at the sight of the woman wearing a winter coat. In… the middle of summer? But then it clicked, when she said she had prepared. (In hindsight, it really didn’t click. Like, at all). Oh, wow. Lucky her. Her lips curved slowly. “I can see that,” she dragged her eyes up and down the other woman, before stepping inside the apartment. Normally, she would’ve waited to be guided in, but well…they were past that, weren’t they? Regan dropped her address for a reason. So she made herself at home, moving closer to Regan, until they were inches apart. Her eyes twinkled, hazel locked on blue as a mischievous smile spread across her face. “Watcha hiding in there? Did you prepare a show for me?” Having said that, she resumed her walk inside. “Actually don't answer that, I love a good surprise”. 

“Oooh, okay. Feeling jittery?” Jade couldn’t say she did this a lot either. Not with complete strangers at least. (Mmm, okay. Maybe that was a tiny lie). Fine, maybe not the strangers part, but dropping right into someone’s apartment without any previous face-to-face meeting? Yeah, that was newer. Cause that felt straight out of a horror movie. Like… begging to be murdered. But she had this under control. She was carrying a switchblade she could always use in case of emergency. Not that anything bad would happen, she and Regan were like, totally vibing. “It’ll be fun, don't sweat it. We’ll ease you into it. And it stops when you want to” cause sure, it was a little annoying if she almost drowned for this booty call to end up void, but like…nothing ruined the vibe more than being pushy. She could just stop by the bar, she’d find company there if she were to be clam jammed. “I brought…uh, all of me? Should be enough. Like I said, I’d prefer a more… hands on approach for now”. 

The further she stepped into the apartment the more Jade realized this big, fancy, doctor apartment she created in her head for all of five seconds was…not like that at all. In fact, it looked like Regan had recently moved in. And she was waiting for the rest of her stuff to be delivered. (Was she being catfished?). “Huh, this isn't very Feng shui of you…” At least they had some surfaces. And…was that a squirrel!? She so needed to ask about that, but first, what they came for. (Hah) (Yeah, alright, fine. Maybe Ruby was right, she did have to grow up). She removed her jacket and folded it on one of the chairs, popping the second button of her blouse before turning back towards Regan. And speaking of hands, “would you mind if I use your sink or your bathroom? My hands feel dirty and that's...obviously not gonna be good for you”.

Jade was close. So close. Why was she so close? Regan was too stunned to move, and found herself staring down into Jade’s eyes, close enough to admire the pink of her lacrimal caruncles and her narrowing pupils. How could such a small person have such an oversized presence? She had met banshees who carried themselves with less confidence. The scent of mint rolled from Jade’s lips. Regan had her face in a septic chest cavity just a couple hours earlier, and while Jade’s breath lacked that character, it still tickled her nose. 

The moment snapped in half as Jade walked right past her, inside, and Regan was stunned once more. What was that? “I do not get jittery.” She frowned, jittery, suppressing the cramp in her stomach. 

Jade seemed to be assessing things, appraising them to make sure they were to her liking. Did she have something in mind? It sounded like she wanted a show. One she thought Regan might have in her coat. Did she think there were more squirrels in there? Did she want more squirrels? Regan could get more squirrels. Did she have a squirrel in her shirt? For a second, it seemed as though Jade might have been about to show her, her hands expertly poking at pesky button. Regan tilted her head, confused. She could feel that there was no squirrel in there, but of course Jade didn’t know she had that advantage. Just as Regan felt like she was on the precipice of figuring something out, Jade declared that she needed to address her hands.

“Oh, of course. I always appreciate good attention to hygiene. It’s over there.” Regan jabbed a thumb toward the bathroom. “Are you ever going to tell me what it is you do? I can peg someone as a surgeon if I see how they wash their hands.” Jade wouldn’t mind that the mirror was shattered, right? She had never gotten around to scream-proofing this place, given how infrequently she was here. Unfortunately, Reilly’s presence was destabilizing enough that investing in some military-grade glass was probably a good idea. Though it was not a priority. As Jade strutted off toward the bathroom, Regan poured out two glasses of Sprite – Jade’s noted favorite – and waited patiently, staring at the door. Why did everything feel so tight? She didn’t think it was just her wings crammed into the winter coat. Something was off. Jade brought no books, never shared her credentials, and didn’t seem to understand the concept of personal space. Did she… have other motives? 

No, Regan decided; she was just nervous, strange. Regan wouldn’t judge her for it. The image of Jade’s delicate fingers plucking open that button on her shirt stayed glued in her head. Nervous… strange… yes, that was all. When did it get so hot in here? Right, the coat. Regan slid the window open, mindful of the glass, and cleared her throat. Her lungs seemed to want to fill it. They pulsed in her chest, greedy for oxygen. What was happening? There was no threat, no flood of bothersome emotions clouding her judgment. Cliodhna would have pointed her to the blade, reminding her she was clearly not good enough if such uneventful circumstances were leading to flimsy control of her faculties. Regan shrank away from the thought, and the opening door of the bathroom offered further escape. 

“You’re back.” She brightened. “I got Sprite. Like you mentioned. I thought, if we’re going to be engaging in such vigorous activity, your performance might be improved if you had access to your favorite beverage.” Regan found herself close to Jade again, enough to smell mint and the lemony scent of the soap her bathroom was stocked with. She hoped she carried some of the last autopsies’s assortment of smells on her skin for Jade to appreciate. Only because it would enhance the experience they were about to have. That was all. “So, uh,” She ran a hand through her hair, “Would you like to start? I don’t do this often. I mean, I haven’t in years, really. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to engage with like-minded peers in this way.”

Oh okay, Regan didn’t get jittery. Yeah, alright. Sure, like she was some sort of machine, a soulless robot. (Though maybe she couldn’t say that anymore, with the state of technology. Yikes). Jade almost gave her an eyeroll, but she suppressed it on time, dismissing her with a head shake instead. It was silly, everyone got jittery. Even she got jittery (like when there was a concert pre-sale). (Or her father’s booming voice whenever anger took over). And that was fine. Normal. She had already figured out Regan liked appearing impenetrable, though. That she couldn't hurt or whatever the conversation had been. It wasn’t something they could discuss right now, or ever, if things went south tonight. She chuckled at the question, cause why was Regan so insistent on knowing what she did for a living? This wasn’t an interview. So she blatantly ignored her in favor of washing her hands.

And as soon as the door closed, she launched onto one of her favorite activities: snooping around. You could tell a lot by a person’s bathroom. Jade opened every single cabinet and door, reached for every shelf she found (except the top one because…she had some limitations). Things got weirder the more she searched. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Not even a pathetic 5 in 1 shampoo and worn down dish rag in the shower. Even guys had those. Crap. This was a red flag, wasn’t it? Ugh. It wasn’t a deal breaker per se (that top 3 looked to remain unchanged unless Regan pulled something outlandish), but maybe this was a warning to tread more carefully once outside. Which, she was taking a little too long, right? It’d get suspicious. Shoot. She washed her hands quickly and exited the bathroom, looking cool and collected when her eyes landed on Regan.

Jade almost joked about the window not being big enough for her to escape, but then she spotted the glasses of sprite and she squealed, her smile widening. “For me? You're spoiling me, babe" she let out a dreamy sigh, choosing to walk over Regan’s side instead of rounding the counter to stand across from her. If Regan was trying to make up for the fact that they didn’t even have a couch, that was fine. It meant she felt a little bit guilty, right? Not something a murderer would feel. She leaned in, shoulders touching as she happily took a sip of her drink. A sip she didn’t get to fully swallow because Regan’s comment caught her off guard. Some sprite spilled down her chin. Alright, geez. Maybe the doctor had a few tricks up her sleeve too. Color her excited. She cleared her throat, thumb brushing under her lower lip. “planning on wearing me out?” she joked without missing a beat, batting her eyelashes. 

And Jade thought that was gonna be it. The ice breaker kicking things into gear, but Regan was nervous again. (Or something, cause she didn’t do nerves or whatever. The filthy liar). She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, studying the other woman for a moment. She could tell Regan was all thoughts, all the time. How exhausting. Sometimes those were her favorite kind of people. The most fun to work up, at least. Like, it was amazing what an attentive touch and expert mouth could unravel. There was nothing more beautiful than a blissed-out person, and she hoped to see that side of Regan later. For now, it seemed she totally had to ignite some of that fire she’d seen online. “Nuh huh, nope”. She shook her head. Maybe Regan needed incentive? To show her what she was missing with all the nerves? (Again, liar. And not even a good one). Yeah, that was it. She left the glass on the counter, an idea springing to mind. 

She moved quickly behind Regan, forgoing touch not to rattle her further. Jade walked backwards to one of the chairs, making sure Regan’s eyes were following her. “Show me what you prepared,” she stated plainly. That wasn’t going to do the trick, obviously. Incentive, right. She flipped her hair back, curls no longer spilling around her shoulders, leaving her neck exposed. Her left hand crept up steadily, searching for that third button. A crowd pleaser, generally. She flicked it, the fabric sliding lower down her shoulders, just enough to get a small peek of lace underneath. Her piercing gaze found Regan's, beckoning her. The intention was clear in her smile: The rest were for her to undo, if she wanted to. “Show me,” she coaxed gently, taking a seat. Hands resting on her thighs, fingers dug into her jeans to restrain herself from reaching and ripping Regan’s coat herself. Patience (Always a problem for her). The slow rise and fall of her chest grew shallow in anticipation. “Please? I wanna see”.

Jade’s presence behind her set off Regan’s sense of alarm, as if it wasn’t already blaring warnings and pointed questions at her beforehand. There was something not adding up here, and she liked to think that she was skilled at putting pieces together, like assembling a shattered plate of the skull as she’d done earlier in the day. But Jade was harder to figure out than a pile of bone fragments, and while Regan’s body had practically glided through the earlier task on instinct alone, it hung limply now, betraying her. Jade’s shoulder swishing against her coat – the motion and the sound of it – was enough of a shock to make a screech nearly spill out of Regan’s lungs. It came knocking and she wasn’t fast or strong enough to slam the door on it. But she caught it in her throat, not letting it leave her mouth. Her teeth vibrated and with one huge gulp, she forced it back down her esophagus. She was prepared. Ready, always ready. And that was why. Regan stared at Jade’s lips as her finger glossed over them, thinking about how close they had been to flying right off her face. Jade, completely unaware of the near accident, seemed to have something more important on her mind and abandoned the half full glass of Sprite with a saunter Regan could only watch. 

Oh. Her eyes caught on Jade’s shiny hair – which seemed to be exactly where Jade wanted them – and then snapped to her neck. It was gracile and elegant, and as Jade exhaled another winter fresh breath, Regan studied ripple that ran through her suprahyoid muscles. And there was her hand. Climbing. Back to the buttons. Caught between her fingers like a pea, and then released. Was it hot in here? She couldn’t tell, given the coat. It always felt hot. “I can, um, turn down the temperature, if you want. If you’re hot. You know, you do look hot. I should, uh, go… do that.” But she had trouble meeting Jade’s eyes, instead drawn to that glimpse of lace, white under green, which was far more potent than it ought to be. Her throat went dry, and she had to swallow hard, with just as much effort as pulling back an errant screech. The thermostat went untouched.

Show me.

Regan’s legs felt tangled, torn between backing up and allowing herself to get reeled in like she’d just spotted an entire deer carcass by the side of the road. Intentional or not, she found herself approaching. What was wrong with her? Jade had joined her for innocent edification and Regan’s own traitorous mind was soiling it, scampering off into other territories when it should have been focused solely on the task at hand. It was a lesson she had needed to learn in Saol Eile, too. Wandering eyes were met with sharp reminders to focus on herself, her own body. But Jade’s face was so bright, her eyes daring, and her teasing voice twisted around Regan’s willpower like the snaking ivy of a promise bind. 

Regan brought herself down to Jade’s level, her eyes darting between Jade’s eyes and that damned button. Her fingers burned to be used, and her wings fluttered beneath her coat. 

…Right. Reality came crashing back. The wings. The coat. The danger. She hadn’t realized her expression had softened, and just how close she’d inched to Jade, a near stranger, even lowering herself, until the bubble had burst like a blister, and she forced herself to harden once more. She jolted upright as if she’d been jabbed by a fire poker and gazed at pretty much the only other thing in the room: the table and laptop.

“I, um –” She stammered. “Sorry. I – distracted. I got distracted. It is my own failing. Why don’t we skip straight to the best part?” She floundered to her laptop like it was a liferaft and gave the trackpad a couple of frantic taps, setting off a cascade of ulcers of every size, shape, and color. They zoomed onto the screen, shiny with bodily fluids and the flash of the camera. Refreshing. Attention-grabbing. Distracting from the distraction. Regan paused on one particularly colorful ulcer – a beautiful marrow-yellow with swirls of red, decorated with peacock spots of inky black. “Uh, so these are – um, are you familiar with Wischnewski ulcers? Some of the finest gastric mucosal erosions. I think this one is especially lovely. It, um, compliments your – shirt. Yes… shirt.” Somehow, it felt hotter in here yet. “You know, why don’t you share? I’m sure you prepared something special. And I don’t want to take up too much of your valuable time.”  

Jade’s eyes crinkled in delight, her confidence soaring as she watched her effect on Regan. Not only was she following her, but the icy blue in her eyes thawed beautifully, black expanding the more she allowed herself to look at what was waiting for her. So, so black. Whatever teasing remark Jade had left died in her throat, no longer interested in sounding smooth or funny, not when she had Regan’s full attention. Her lips parted, watching Regan level with her. Jade’s eyes sparkled, encouraging and keen, waiting for whatever apprehension held Regan back to slip away. Impatience coiled tighter below her navel, each time Regan dared dragging this longer with her dumb, wandering eyes. But okay, it began flowing in tandem, her own gaze flicking to Regan’s lips each time hers dipped lower. She liked that. Whenever they’d climb up, finding each other again. Lungs taking in less and less air. She leaned forward, fingertips burning to trace Regan’s jawline, hoping to anchor her until she was enticed to close the distance. Or maybe, wishing the touch would tip the scales in her favor.  

But…Regan was gone. Quick and sharp and already out of reach before Jade could even process. She gulped. Her mouth dropped, letting out a shuddering breath, snapping out of the moment. Wow. Okay, yep. Regan was so fooling her with the nerves act. Game recognized game. It only made this more exciting in the long run. Her eyes followed her, confused when she reached for the laptop, but soon connected the dots (in hindsight…yeah, nope). Regan was obviously gonna put on some music, cause she had a show for her, duh. 

Her eyes bulged comically at the hideous sight on the screen. Good thing she had a strong stomach cause those were some nasty, nasty pictures. Jade froze, watching in horror, and couldn't even comment on the adorable stammer because… What? WHAT!? Had she suddenly stepped into a different dimension? Regan’s monologue forced her to trace back several steps in their conversation. What was happening? She almost reached for the phone in her jacket to find proof of their previous interactions, to convince herself she hadn’t gotten this entirely wrong. Oh. Oh.

Jade looked at the screen, then at Regan, looking all professional and doctor-y. Oh, no. No. This was bad. It was so so bad. Astronomically bad (but not ‘elder vampire in the wild’ bad, at least). Naturally, she reacted the way any other human being would have in her position.

She cackled. 

If Regan had neighbors, they heard her. If Regan's neighbors' had neighbors the vibrations must’ve traveled far enough to feel the disturbance. “I’m so sorry,” came out breathless. Jade covered her mouth with her hands as she dissolved into a laughing fit. “It’s not you. I’m not laughing at you,” she amended quickly, but couldn’t get her laugh under control. She probably looked like a lunatic now. “This is all me” she closed her eyes, fingers tapping the space between her eyebrows. She really had to explain that she thought this was a booty call? Oooh. Buttocks, she had mentioned buttocks…Why didn't that give her a pause? Who the hell used buttocks in 2023?

Her eyes were shiny with tears when the laughter subsided. She let out a content sigh. Yeah. It was funny. And silly and… “I thought—” her smile didn’t waver, her tone remained unaffected. It was a mask too perfectly crafted for one little inconvenience to wipe it off. The pillars of her self-worth stuck to the ground by sheer stubbornness, even when it was all rubble at the foundations. Nothing would crumble over a misunderstanding. But a finger did poke the hole in her jeans, repeatedly, throat unusually heavy. “I thought you wanted me” Jade rolled her eyes, chuckling at herself. She inhaled sharply to forget the sting of rejection. Cause really, was it even rejection if Regan had never thought of her like that? Flipping that switch was all she needed. She breezed through the feeling, saved it for when she had her coping habits in hand and put herself together in record time to segway again.  

Jade rubbed her forehead, chest rising with another powerful cackle. She stood from the chair, hands fumbling over her buttons, but neglecting them when a thought hit her. “So, so the whole skin and organs talk, was that not an innuendo… At ALL!?” How was that not some weird type of foreplay? What the… “I thought you had like…some kinda thing for bruised and battered. Not judging, some girlies dig that. I came with like, empirical evidence or whatever you dorks call it? I googled it for you!” she emphasized this with a wave of her hand. She was so excited for Regan to discover her weekly collection of bruises, thinking it’d get her all hot and bothered. But nope. Not at all. They were truly talking about…science. Medicine. Cause she was a doctor. Duh.

(Once she stopped reeling from the revelation, maybe she’d come to appreciate the fact that all of this oddly made Regan less of a weirdo in her eyes). (At least a smidge. There was very much a squirrel lying on the table. Still. Both physically and in terms of permanence). (And actually, what was the squirrel for?)

Shoot, right. Irrelevant.

“I’ve no idea what Wazowski ulcers are,” she whined, eyebrows knitting together in apology. Jade was out here wasting a freaking doctor’s time. And her effort. Like, it was super fun to mess with people, but doctors? She wasn’t evil. She could make up for that at least, right? “I could still see what you got. Obviously you worked on it and all” A whole Powerpoint? She hadn’t used Powerpoint since college. Geez. Ugh. She hoped it didn’t sound like pity. But like, she did feel ultra bad. No, maybe Regan was too proud for pity. With her aversion to being human and all. “Or! I can be out of your way…Yup! That sounds way better, this wasn’t on your mind. Again, my bad. Not yours,” she tilted her head, squinting at Regan. She flicked her wrist, gesturing an estimation. “Eh, maybe a little bit yours”.

Regan could hear her own laborious heart beat in her ears. Each second ticked by. And Jade stood unmoving, with seemingly nothing to share. No PowerPoint of her own, no prepared information in her pocket, nothing... except a laugh. A rich, howling laugh like a giddy hyena that practically threatened the windows just as much as one of her own screams. It was harsh in Regan's ears. Not painful. Harsh. Her spine stiffened and part of her wanted to spill her own lungs back at Jade. If this was mockery, she would not stand for it. She had been mocked enough for two lifetimes. But then came the clarification, as Jade's laughter still echoed through the nearly-empty room. Regan tilted her head, her eyes narrowed at Jade's. Why the smile? She did not return one. "Why– I do not understand." She bristled a little. She had prepared all of this and didn't expect or appreciate to get laughed at. 

Jade was red in the face, difficult to hear as the occasional huff was still leaving her lips. Not laughing at her? "O...kay." Regan blinked, less wary but more confused. Her lungs deflated. Slowly, quietly.

Never mind. Her whole body pulled tight and inward again. I thought you wanted me. Regan's forehead scrunched. "I do. That's why I've invited you here..." There was something else, though, something she wasn't getting. But then, Jade asked about innuendo. And it clicked like a bad patella. She thought of the buttons squeezed between her fingers, the way she'd addressed the coat, the tantalizing way her face had hung so achingly close to her own before, the scent of mint rolling out of her mouth. "Wait. Are you saying–" Regan thought she had been wrong. That she was so starved for physical affection of any kind that she'd conjured up what she could not have. But Jade was never here as an intellectual pursuit. She thought they would have sex. That interest, bold and clarion in her mind, now seemed blazingly obvious. An intense heat crawled across Regan's face, and she turned away from Jade with an awkward wobble. Her chest felt like a big old moth was thrashing about inside of it, and it was never good when that happened. 

Her tongue was dead in her mouth but she brought it to life eventually. She crossed her arms, the fabric of her coat swishing, as she took offense to the reason behind Jade’s offer. It at least gave Regan something to hook her thoughts around that wasn’t imagining – “You have no interest in ulcers.” She rubbed her temples with her hands. She didn't want to berate the girl. This was a misunderstanding. One on both sides. And... how much of a misunderstanding was it really? "Do you know what an ulcer is at all? You're giving me one. No, don't–" Leave. Stay? She wasn't sure. "–I – sorry. I'm catching up. You're ahead of me. I'm – is that why you're –" She waved a hand toward Jade, though she wasn't entirely sure what she was gesturing toward herself. Attractive? Was that what she'd wanted to say? She couldn't form the word. "I don't, I'm not, I can't, I – my ulcers need me. I'm busy. You know. Doing other things. I mean, not that I was going to do –" Her lungs could take no more of this. The glasses exploded, seemingly out of nowhere. Sprite geysered across the room. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” Regan barked, eyes wide and white with panic. At least the drink had been on the table, far enough away that Jade didn’t get soaked. “You know, I think you should go. Not that you did something wrong. I am a fool, a failure and a – I need to go clean this up.” She swallowed with great difficulty, and her face still felt like it was radiating heat. “Here.” Regan plucked the dead squirrel from the table and frantically pushed it into Jade’s hands. A peace offering. “Be off.”

Typically, when Jade proclaimed her intentions of sleeping with anyone, the reactions were a lot more positive. (Like that one dude who full on sobbed). Don’t get her wrong, people were allowed to have no taste and reject her. Their loss. But Regan’s tiny wobble was baffling and unprecedented. She couldn’t take it too personally. It was more like Regan had her own issues to deal with, right? She wondered if no one had ever come onto her before. No, that felt all kinds of absurd. Of course others had shown interest before. Like, she was totally doing it for Jade even with the hideous winter coat she never got to take off. (And that ship had sunk now. Bottom of the ocean, chilling with the titanic sunk). So what was it?

Her eyebrows pinched together, watching Regan process the misunderstanding. And alright, damn, she didn’t know she was headache inducing (eh, well…). Should she be offended Regan wanted nothing to do with her? No, better not open that can of worms until she hit a club later. She chucked that thought aside, hanging her head in mock shame when she was grilled for her lack of interest in ulcers. Her lips pressed together, failing to suppress a smile. She chose to ignore the little dig at her intelligence. Just cause she wasn’t a woman of science didn’t mean she was dumb. Ever heard of the school of life? 

“In terms of wet openings nooo, nope. I can’t say ulcers make it to my top 3, no” Jade scrunched up her nose, schooling herself not to snicker. She didn’t want Regan to think she was laughing at her. It was the situation that was super hilarious. (Ignoring the rejection of it all). Maybe they could both laugh about it some day. If Regan was someone who laughed. The jury was still out. “But I’m very sorry I’m giving you one, that’s like…so not what I wanted to give you tonight”. She swallowed the word multiple, cause at that point she feared Regan might as well combust if she uttered it.

“Totally fair, that powerpoint looked so kickass, by the way. I mean, except for all the ulcers… I didn’t know you could make that sorta transi—” her body jerked at the sudden explosion, gaze quickly landing on the two non-existent glasses. Crap. Alright…weird. Like, actually strange behavior. She had glossed over the broken mirror in the bathroom, cause… who hadn’t had a bit of a drunk meltdown at 3am and then taken it out on their reflection? That was womanhood, baby. But the glasses exploding as Regan spiralled? Gave her a pause. Though, of course, it was possible they had shattered due to the scorching UST in the room. It had been documented to happen in her presence before. (So flattering). But what if it was something else? Checking in with her slayer senses didn’t reveal anything problematic either. Sure, her skin thrummed, but not in the usual 'hot vampires in your area' way. That was just...Regan’s doing.

Regan, who didn’t wanna give her time to think and grabbed the dead squirrel, storming toward her. Nope, not happening. Jade moved quicker, managing to snatch her wrist. She barely felt it under the silly coat she was wearing. (Though, actually? Maybe Regan was onto something. Super soft fabric. 7/10. Three points deduction based on how little she could actually feel Regan). “Okayyy. Chill out, babe” she tried gently, exerting inhuman power not to pay attention to the dead squirrel being thrusted against her partially bare chest. She pushed against Regan, the dead animal dangling between them, brushing against her skin. Her breath hitched. Nope. Ew. She could not look down, or she’d lose it too. She locked her eyes on Regan’s again. “I’m off, I promise. And you’re not a fool or whatever. I just have this effect on people” she pushed more forcefully against Regan, unwilling to take the dead animal. What was it even for? Why did Regan have a dead animal just lying around? And why on earth did she think she wanted it? “Nuh uh. Keep it. I think it’ll make you way happier”.

Jade let go of her, if the animal landed on the floor, well…it wasn’t up to her anymore. She reached for her buttons, less allure and more fumbling as she worked her way up this time. Maybe the black lace would’ve sealed it. Yup, that was her real problem. “I’d say it’s been a pleasure but…” she trailed off with a smirk. It was entirely possible Regan didn’t get the double entendre, and honestly? that was for the best. She moved into her space again, but instead of trying any last minute tricks that proved effective in the past, she simply reached for her jacket. Then stepped back, offering a dazzling smile in hopes of providing comfort. This stuff happened. Not to her, mind you, and certainly not with a dead squirrel in the vicinity, but there was a first time for everything. Taking advantage of Regan’s inaction (the squirrel was totally working!), she walked backwards toward the door. “Yup. Leaving now. If your ulcers stop needing you, you know where to reach me,” and with that, she twirled and exited the apartment.  

Jade’s hand clinging to her sleeve brought on another wave of panic, this time of a different flavor. Why wasn’t she accepting the squirrel? Regan thought it would get her out of there faster. Take it and go. But she was being met with force, and if Jade didn’t want the squirrel, it was her loss. Yes, Jade was the only one losing here. Only Jade. Regan lost out on nothing at all. “Okay, fine, don’t take it then. I’ll – it’s not going to make me happ – forget it.” The thought soured in her mind and she could smell mint mixing with the earthy dead squirrel’s scent and she still just needed Jade out of there before the windows exploded. 

Jade got the hint. Regan nodded emphatically, all the while stepping backwards. She tripped over the chair but caught herself at the last second. “Yes. Right. Pleasure. Goodbye. I will not reach you. I mean, contact you. I’m not going to do that. The ulcers, you know? They always need me. I’m constantly in demand because of ulcers. Do you know how many people have ulcers? Almost everyone – the living, the dead, ulcers everywhere. I’m always busy.” 

She watched Jade swoop out – keeping the promise she surely hadn’t realized she’d made – and stared as she walked out the door. When she realized where her gaze had dropped to, she frowned at herself. The squirrel dangled by the tail for a moment before her fingers just went too numb to hang onto it, and it hit the floor with a soft thud as the door clicked shut with finality. The carcass barely flopped. Rigor had taken it, Regan noted, trying to focus on that over the motorcycle thrumming from the driveway.

Regan placed her forehead in her sweaty hands and bit back whatever strangled thing was trying to worm its way up her throat. “Regan, tá tú ina ulcer rectal iomlán pléascadh.”

[sadiecoocoo]

Can I just say, my favorite part of that episode was that we got to see more of fluffy-haired Morty…

Also we got to see it while he was still a teenager for like one scene so I’m gonna hold on to hope that one day he’s gonna get the full character development and have a drastic change in hair so I don’t have to headcanon him having fluffy hair

[fuckuiaks]

HAIII OH MY GOD SO HAPPY YOURE BACK!!! Your art fucks as always, how have you been enjoying the seventh season so far ???

HAIIII!!!!! GLAD TO BE BACK and thank u, i try my best to feed the mass with fluffy haired rick

But anyways about the season, you KNOW that i miss having screen time for the little hobo ant morty but so far i love it! We got the gang all together and we got a jerry and rick episode which is ALWAYYS a win in my book

Ik people might be wondering if i care about the voice change, and honestly?? I was questionable but on the second episode i could barely tell and completely forgot that rick had a different va and morty is just spot on

I love season 7 so far!! All concepts are interesting to me this season ^^

[natsinvires]

I’d absolutely DIE for a skin like this, I wish he had more variety, yknow?

I had an idea of him having fluffy hair to be the official design to him, but he was a little unrecognizable, so I just made it an optional choice to pick along with his hat (like the option that Mortis has)

And I know that all his weapons are shaped like his rocket launcher in his skins, but I wanted him to fancy since it IS Steampunk, so he’s a magical guy cuz why not :]

For him being part robot? Well… I could make a little backstory for that, but I kinda just gave him that trait for no reason to begin with, because again, Steampunk style-

That’s it I guess lmao

[thewinchesterwhumpkin]

Febuwhump Day 1: Touchstarved

And so the time has come for a whump event once more. This year I am committed to finishing any and every event that I may participate in, Febuwhump 2023 included! 

Today is “touchstarved”. 

Please note that any work I produce for the month of February regarding my OC of choice, Rose, may be featured in the respective fic I am actively editing for A03. Later on in the year, likely during the summertime, I’ll post the official masterlist for this fic! Please keep a lookout. 

Yes, this is based in the Supernatural universe, although I am trying to focus more on developing my original characters through this event. Please be patient, offer feedback if desired, and enjoy! 

@febuwhump 

Content: touchstarved, angst, mention of character death, eventual fluff, self harm,  mention of abduction as blackmail, younger female Whumpee (think nineteen, young little fluffy thing), drowning, fluffy romance (nonsexual), parental male caretaker, genderless whumper for the time being

Two weeks. Two weeks since it happened.

The scene replayed itself over and over in her head, and all of time seemed to stand still. Rose’s room was a time capsule, irrelevant and unimportant to the flow of the world outside its unmoving steel door. The bedding had gone as cold as her heart, and all the reminders of Jonah were strewn across the ground in a fit of rage. She was cold too, cold like his body before they’d wrapped him in a sheet and set him aflame once the salt was spread. She willed her heartbeat to still, willed for it to stop like his heart had done beneath her trembling fingers. The fingers that were supposed to bring life, not death. The thin fingers sewn onto the hands of a monster.

Rose lay on her side, staring at her grey walls in the boxy prison she used to call her bedroom. Save for a blink, she didn’t stir, hugging herself and clutching at the raw skin on her arms with those death fingers. Burns riddled areas which hadn’t been scratched or patched by stitches. She wished for touch, his touch. But that would never come.

She saw it coming and did nothing.

Kai’s grin was malevolent and the next thing Rose knew, she was tip-tip-tipping backwards into the water. Her heels scraped against the docks, and she screamed, unable to catch herself. The rigid structure of the chair kept her from scrambling onto the dock, and instead her solid form crashed into the chilling winter waters. It all came flooding in, and the rushing cold drowned out the sounds of her family’s dismayed cries. Jonah’s pierced her most of all, causing her to inhale nice and big and deep. The water gladly took the invitation, swarming into her nose. Rose immediately wished she hadn’t, thrashing. Her knife was still above the water, in the hands of the demon. 

Like a torpedo, someone dove after her after what felt like minutes. Rose was drowning fast, with her lips adhered shut and the bay sucking her in. Her fingers were clamped tight around the iron dragging her down, rigor mortis greedily taking a preemptive effect. The evening gown she wore contributed in dragging her down to the floor of the deep. In the dark, deep blue, she could not make out who the torpedo was, though judging by the fuzzy cloud that was a shaggy head of hair, she assumed Jonah. If not for the lack of oxygen she would have been relieved. Instead, she let her head loll back, eyes fluttering. Her chest went from heavy to light, skin going numb quicker than the last time she had almost drowned. Was it supposed to be like this? 

The knife sawed at her bonds, but she felt nothing. Nothing except for the angel hands lifting her to the heavens. 

Those hands suddenly became firm and real and raw, and even rawer air smacked her straight in the face. Rose’s blurry vision was stabbed by the brilliance of the dock lights, back hitting the rough wood. Arms were wrapped around her, arms clad in soaked fabric. Rose struggled for air, and the moment she could open her mouth it became a fountain, sputtering out the bay water so she could breathe again. In the whiplash of it all, she could barely tell how long it had been since she went under. She suspected not long, because she would have drowned after four to six minutes without her airways being obstructed by tape and being bound to an iron chair, even less under her circumstances. 

“I’ve got you,” Jonah mumbled to her, though it all sounded bubbly and wrong. He pushed slimy tendrils of hair from Rose’s face, and she mustered up a smile of relief. Though he was now as cold as her, she welcomed the touch. In return, he grinned, pulling her towards his chest. That goofy smile was a source of comfort, the pearly whites with the chipped canines a relief in comparison to the straight-toothed devil. “That was scary, wasn’t it?” 

“M-mhm,” Rose mumbled, clinging on for dear life. She couldn’t get enough of the touch. 

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna get you home now. Just get up with me and we’ll get to the car.”

But they never made it to the car. 

Rose’s hand inched forward, the only movement in hours. Every one of her muscles ached with the effort as her fist curled around the lighter on her nightstand. It was Jonah’s, one of the only things she had left of him. It was a dingy, silver Zippo with a faded rattlesnake decal and a rusty hinge, but it worked just fine. He always used to argue with her during those long nights camping or the times they were left in a motel alone. His hands would run down her sides, keeping her all sweet and secure through the nightmares, and they would argue over that stupid Zippo all the while. This, this was all she had left of his touch. 

Laboriously, Rose rolled up the lower half of her tanktop, fingertips rubbing against the fresh scars she’d forged since his murder. The ghost of his pressure could be felt in those scars. Full of yearning, she lit up the Zippo. Little blue flames with a crimson crest broke from the ignitor, licking up the oxygen in the room. The only warmth in the whole damn box, this lighter. She needed it. The girl sniffed, bringing it to her skin. 

Sizzle, burn, scar, again. Purer than cigarettes, better than drowning. The flames moved along her hips, lower, lower, lower. All with that blank stare. All just to feel anything other than the pain. 

She was ready to move to her thighs when her door creaked open. She stopped. 

“Rose?”

Rose snapped the Zippo shut and set it on the nightstand, pulling her tanktop down and drawing the covers up, but the clatter was too loud for her guardian to ignore. 

“What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” Rose stammered, “I-I was… nothing.”

So funny, how that chopped up sentence spoke more truth than the lie she was trying to tell. I was nothing. I am nothing. 

Heavy footsteps made their way to her bed, a burdening weight sinking her bedside. A weathered hand reached out, pushing her hair back from her face. It was warm, so warm, and for a moment, she felt the lake water again. 

“Talk to me, kiddo.”

That was all it took for Rose to melt into her surrogate father’s arms, a hot mess of sobs and snot. Crying isn’t always pretty like it is on TV, she decided to herself, no matter who told her how beautiful her eyes sparkled when they were full of tears. At least, it wasn’t pretty on the inside. You could be a model crying to the screen, but on the inside you only felt like more of a monster. 

Neither of them said any words for a long while. It was father and daughter, alone in the grey prison. Father providing security, daughter clinging to and eating up all the contact she could before it could escape her grasp. There was one thing they both knew for damn sure.

That demon was going to be no more come March.

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all my ship tags as of now (romantic and otherwise) they are not alphabetized

✦ ZATANNA & JOHN        *    no grave can hold my body down; i’ll come home to her

✦ MILLIE & ROSAL        *    she lit a fire and now she’s in my every thought

✦ KINSEY & FLOYD        *    you left a note in your perfect script: stay as long as you want. and i haven't left your bed since

✦ LIZA & JASON        *    i hope you die. i hope we both die

✦ SASHA & TIM        *    as if i am alive only because i remember you

✦ ANAIS & MAHANON        *    you and i are not the polite people who live in poems

✦ JEAN & DILUC        *    is this the place we used to love? is this the place that i've been dreaming of?

✦ JEAN & KAEYA        *    meet me at our spot. they can't find us there

✦ ARRI & CULLEN        *    you put your hand in mine and pulled me back from things divine

✦ ANYA & ANDI        *    i walked with you once upon a dream

✦ CAROLINE & RICK        *    we’re gonna die and maybe it’s gonna be alone

✦ IMELDA & HECTOR        *    i remember that feeling. when my husband would play and i would sing and nothing else mattered

✦ SOPHIE & HOWL        *    i know how to help you now. find me in the future

✦ BECKETT & CASTLE        *    stop and stare: i think i'm moving but i go nowhere

✦ ELENA & NATHAN        *    we were strangers starting out on a journey

✦ ROBIN & CHROM        *    you are the wind at my back and the sword at my side

✦ ROSEMARY & JACK        *    and at least in this lifetime we're sticking together

✦ CAMILA & JOSE        *    i'd suffer hell if you'd tell me what you'd do to me tonight

✦ REBECCA & JEROME        *    for if i am not their shepherd then i must be the wolf

✦ SARAH & DEACON        *    but i’ll walk beside you love. anywhere the wind blows

✦ JULIET & SHAWN        *    since i met you i've been thinking about getting a car

✦ CAT & VINCENT        *    do you know what loneliness does to a man?

✦ ROSE & MELISSA        *    can i dream for a few months more?

✦ PENNY & ALEX        *    woke up in a safe house singing let’s get married

✦ PENNY & HALEY        *    go ahead let your hair down

✦ JULIET & LASSIE        *    i’ll be going to get my partner now

✦ CINDY & ZIGGY        *    i won’t let anything pull us apart again

✦ ALBERT & AMELIA        *    me and mrs. jones we got a thing going on

✦ RUTHERFORD FAMILY        *    to be cut off from one’s family is its own very special sort of loneliness

✦ MORTIE & KEATS        *    you don't hear me saying anything crazy about their weird little relationship!

✦ BARBARA & DICK        *    does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?

✦ GUSTAV & JACQUELYN        *    i’m sorry i had nothing to say that night

✦ BENEDICT & SOPHIE        *    in her heart she longed for this man; dreamed of a life that could never be

✦ KATE & ANTHONY        *    you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires

✦ TAYLOR & LESLIE        *    i knew you were the one

✦ DANI & JAMIE        *    you said it was a ghost story. it isn’t. it’s a love story

✦ CASSIE & NATHAN        *    treasure hunting runs in the family

✦ JOYCE & HOPPER        *    watchin' in slow motion as you turn my way and say take my breath away

✦ LAURA & MAX        *    can we go home now?

✦ LAURA & TRAVIS        *    you think this is over? this isn’t over

✦ KINSEY & AARON        *    everything's growing in our garden. you don't have to know that it's haunted

✦ MILLIE & JOHN        *    our whole lives have been wasted just staring across the church

✦ BILLY & TRAVIS        *    i dream most every night that i never left you

✦ VERONICA & TRAVIS        *    but i never lost this feeling or this pounding in my chest

✦ SNOW & BIGBY        *    you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl

✦ LEIA & HAN        *    captain; being held by you isn’t quite enough to get me excited

✦ GARCIA & LUKE        *    maybe there was a slight chink in your fluffy armor

✦ LEIA & FLOYD        *    i read the graffiti in the bathroom stall

✦ KINSEY & LUKE        *    damn i wish i was your lover

✦ KINSEY & DC        *    i never did believe in miracles but i've a feeling it's time to try

✦ NANA & HAURCHEFANT        *    i would rather break the world than lose you

✦ AUSTIN & SPENCER        *    i never did believe in the ways of magic but i'm beginning to wonder why

✦ LOIS & CLARK        *    here i am like a kid out of school. holding hands with a god