#a body horror anon's rambles

[apompkwrites]

part two here we go :DD

again ‼️⚠️ spoilers for some of the tma characters and episodes

and ‼️⚠️ tw for body horror

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for al-asim!name both the lonely and the vast fits them.

with the lonely, i'll be drawing comparisons to peter lukas and the lukas family because i think their imagery is cool and would look cool on al-asim!name. the lukas family has fog and cold imagery, frostbite and stuff like that, which would be a cute contrast to the desert warmth that the scalding sands have.

now imagine an al-asim!name is shunted to the background of their more talented siblings and the younger siblings who need more care. al-asim!name fades into the background until they're completely forgotten from the minds of their family, gone like a fog. in contrast to the warm desert al-asim name grows more frigid. soon their skin has gotten greyer and you could see their breath even though it's a hundred degrees outside. when you look into their eyes you freeze up and feel a chill go up your spine. and when you look into their room it is freezing and there's small icicles forming out of the corner of your eye.

(go listen to "mag 13 - alone" for vibes i'm trying to go for)

and the vast is the fear heights, falling, and open spaces like the sky, space and the sea. it's also the fear of being insignificant and worthless. focusing on the latter part, wouldn't it be easy for one to feel insignificant in a family of 32 (?) siblings? (im sorry this was so short, i used all my creativity on lonely!al-asim!name :'))

and if we're going by bodyguard!al-asim!name, the hunt would be perfect for them because of the hunt's fear of being prey schtick. bodyguard!al-asim's entire reason for being a bodyguard is that they've been targeted for assasinations for years by now (yk, like prey), and now they're like really paranoid of assasins. also a hunter!al-asim!name is like really cool to me. i wanna give them the strength to rip people apart with their bare hands.

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for schoenheit!name, i have so many for them and all of them overlap in some way i am Struggling to type it out properly, i am sorry for this section.

so first off are the flesh and the stranger, which i'll be relating to them feeling like nothing when they're being compared to their movie star brother. they're nothing but just a Body (flesh) that no matter how hard they try no one will really Know them (stranger).

the flesh can also overlap with the coruption, with the body image issues and the self-disgust. plus a flesh hive!schoenheit would look pretty cool, and would be a pretty good contrast to vil's image of perfection.

and speaking of image of perfection, the buried and the eye would also be good fits for a perfectionist!schoenheit!name, with the buried being the fear of being "crushed" (both literally and metaphorically) and the eye being the fear of having your secrets exposed. now imagine prefectionist!scheonheit who wants everything to look perfect and lives in constant fear of the walls of perfection that they built up crashing down on them and exposing their imperfections to the world and their brother.

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i literally have no ideas for shroud!name other than the lonely (which i could fit to everyone else because all of them have abandonment/isolation issues in some shape or form) and the end (or The Coming End That Waits For All And Cannot Be Ignored), which is basically the fear of death and it's inevitability.

the end connection is pretty obvious with the shrouds being inspired by hades, and how the end is attracted to individuals who are constantly around death (like how shroud!name basically unintentionally killed ortho).

plus one of the avatars of the end is oliver banks who has the ability to see people who are close to death and how they'll die with these dark tendrils wrapping around them in how other people will die, which kinda fits the unique magic y'all thought up for them where they can see others' predetermined fates.

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same goes for draconia!name, the only ones i can think of is the stranger, the fear of the uncanny and knowing something is Wrong but not being able to pinpoint what is Wrong and the lonely.

with the stranger i'm going with the draconia!name who doesn't even know they're related to malleus. and the vision i have for them is mostly them just being isolated from others to the point they stop being able to differentiate faces of the servants from each other and them just merging everyone together. also them unable to tell who malleus is when they see him.

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additional: i forgot to mention this in rosehearts!name's section earlier, but this line from the distortion kinda fits rosehearts!name and i wanted to mention it somewhere. "I am not a “who,” Archivist, I am a “what.” A “who” requires a degree of identity I can’t ever retain."

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and that's kinda it, i'll probs go back for the other black sheep and their variations later on, but it's just gonna be these seven for now

- body horror anon

p.s.: im so sorry that these like continually went down in quality TT-TT

eee back again with tma :OO

i love the image of lil asim being akin to a fog? idk like you barely notice it's there but it is. talking about light fog, ofc. and then also them growing up cold, a complete opposite to the scalding sands :OO

and also bodyguard!asim being paired with the hunt :OO ugh yes they'd def be afraid of being prey, or rather their family, so they'd prefer going ahead and playing the predator instead :)

and and aaaaah my brain's frying but they all sound so cool :OO it might also be because I'm inexperienced with tma ;;

but also that quote 100% captures lil rose :O i can see them saying that to like trey or riddle :(

[new-revenant]

Excuse me, I want to share a cringe

Imagine a fem!denny or trans!denny? At the very least do they have a uterus? Sorry for the weird horror. ughhh

Au that the parents took the ghostly side of Denny.

Danny: yo mom remember you wanted to study my internal organs?

Maddy, confused, but like a scientist, answers very readily: yes?

Danny: *Penetrates her/his body with ghostly powers and extracts the uterus* - I'm sure I won't need it anymore

Maddy and Jack: ??????? (I want to make a joke about Danny walking in with Frostbite and his medics and just "hey man, I'm dead, which means it's time to get rid of all the trouble!"

Danny’s parents are horrified and very concerned for their child’s mental state. Danny just like :D no more periods for meeeee~

Maddie and Jack probably do have to do a little vivisection to make sure that Danny didn’t fuck anything up with their other organs.

[triglycercule]

What do you think the types of drunk would the murder trio be? Im pretty sure ask dusttale already answered this question about dust but i have to ask the mtt expert

see now askdusttale DID answer the question. but they didn't ANSWER the question when asked what dust is like drunk. they just said that dust is the type to drink himself blackout drunk. so that mean i have total freedom on deciding what the mtt are like drunk hehehe (rubs hands together in a villanous way that you would imagine nightmare doing or something idk)

i already have an absolutely hilarious idea for horror and it might just because i'm on the guilt section of his character analysis but i could TOTALLY imagine him being an emotional drunk. like he CRIES. horror sans man known for being incredibly guarded and private with what he feels bawling his eye out. he gets mad he gets sad he does not get happy because horror doesn't have the right to be happy. he is too upset over the fact that he fucking DOOMED all of horrortale because of his selfishness and nothing can stop him from being incredibly vocal about that fact so much so that killer had to tape his mouth shut because he wouldn't stop crying so loud. and then he just silently cries until he passes out from exhaustion. the alcohol has an incredibly strong effect on him because i dont think he would drink regularly plus he definitely hasnt drinken anything in those 7 years of starvation. it hits like a fucking plane crashing into him. or like getting his eye taken out again. either one!

another funny idea i had for killer would be like the alcohol affecting him but he SWEARS that he's still sober. he is very confused when he starts stumbling because wtf he doesnt FEEL drunk??? why is he bumping into walls and tables HELP WHY DOES HE SOUND FUCKING STUPID???? the alcohol is definitely effecting him but he swears he swears he doesn't feel drunk. hes not drunk its just the damn body doing this stupid bullshit!!!! he's still very aware of what's going on and is basically the same as sober but just like. he's wiggly he's wobbly and oh shit he just fell head face first into a tv whoops. he'd also have a high tolerance because just because. he can drink without feeling like shit until he just blacks out mid conversation with someone because his body couldn't take the toll of all the beer or whatever. hilarious idea triglycercule thank you triglycercule i know

dust in the context that we already know that he drinks AND he can fight against the human while like partially drunk.... i feel it would be kinda like a giggly drunk situation. except dust doesn't laugh at anything that's funny he only laughs when someone gets hurt or something. SADISTIC giggly drunk. because i can already imagine a half drunk dust laughing his ass off after killing the human and its a beautiful sight to me.

anyways imagine how it goes when you pair this sadistic giggly drunk with another that wont stop going through the 5 stages of grief and another that keeps on fucking falling over for no reason in his eyes. dream blunt rotation but the blunt is a bottle of vodka. i can already imagine it in my head and its fucking HILARIOUS. horror going on about how he caused the deaths of others and manipulated and tricked papyrus while killer is just trying his best to keep his eyes open because for some reason they won't stop trying to close. he is surprisingly getting frustated. dust has long since lost his voice laughing at this and he's just silent wheezing at everything. also phantom papyrus is only making the laughter worse because he keeps on making rude comments towards horror and killer and only he can hear him and its guffaw inducing. mtt amazing friend group you dont get shit like this anywhere else

[sunlitmcgee]

I think it's better for c!tommy to not kill dream at all, not directly. C!Dream started monologuing about look at Chimera Tommy. look at that monster, how chimera Tommy finally fit dream's vision of a beast that need to be tame and Dream was going to be the one to do it. He revived Tommy, he made tommy like this, he would be the one to control Tommy. So focusing on the the transformed child and the though of using chimera Tommy as an attack dog the motherfucker step right into the lava river surrounding his cell and no one would help him out. No one notice, not Tommy with sensory overload, not Sam trying to calm Tommy.

I see you. I hear you. I see the vision and enjoy it and find the concepts within entertaining. However, for me personally, when it comes to Chimera cTommy, there's this undeniable aspect to him that just cannot be controlled by cDream. He's too Big. He barely registers the environment around him when he breaks out of the prison, and didn't even escape on Purpose. his body simply swelled to such a big size at such extreme speed that the structure couldn't contain him. I don't think there's anyway cDream would survive being at ground zero of his revival regardless of how he dies. Tommy ate him while he was transforming in an animalistic frenzy of hunger and anger while the spell forced his body to generate so much new matter......ORRRR hang on anon, hang on I am cooking here...maybe he ate him differently. didn't eat him as much as he Absorbed him as part of the transformation.

is Chimera Tommy part cDream? Is his abuser's flesh now entwined with his own? hang on

[bugstung]

Any updates on second chance Tsukasa? (I like the AU so much I can't wait for more content--)

He's still having a bad time

I've been working on and off on some different pieces :0 I should be posting some of these soon

I'm trying to find a digestible way to tell about the plot and lore that isn't too time consuming for me (so no comics or fics), I'm thinking of making a journal from Tsukasa pov talking about his experience with some drawings inside?? Thought it could be cool, though it will be told in a more comical way because that's what I tend to do when I do visual stuff lmao

[starheirxero]

what if a human and a machine are in love so much, they fuse flesh and metal together as one in order to not be separated by their own species

like they become an amalgamation of such, a form somehow so perfect, yet the insides ugly and cryptic, wires and veins connect each other, metal and bone melded together

and their mind, loving as one

anyways have a good day, dances away

- 📦

YOU. /POS

oouihhghhh my stars. dearly beloved box anon this is SO…..!!!!!!!! what if the process is borderline painful too, so despite how much they want nothing more than to be one ITS AIAGARAJWARQYQGS THEY’E LIKE WOW OUCHIE OOFS THIS ISN’T THE BESTEST PART BUT IT’S OKAY I’M WILLING 2 DO ANYTHING 4 YOU BC THAT’S HOW DEEP MY LOVE RUNS. YK ….

I literally just woke up so I don’t have a lotta cool productive thoughts. but anon ily for this /p

[disturbedreams]

Can I get a quick intro to gore and horror?

I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond to this one! I kind of wanted to have another short story out before I answered anymore asks, but oh well! ^^ (also for some reason I mostly used examples of movies and games in this answer?? For that I am so sorry, it is 3:00 am and my brain is short circuiting. I’ll probably update it later with more book recs!)

To kind of prepare you for everything I’m about to say; no, I cannot give a short intro to horror. I can try with gore, but I doubt it will be very short (I apologize in advance! ^^;). I say this all to you also with the warning that I am not like, A Horror Professional, I’m just someone who has spent an unreasonable amount of time silently observing and absorbing my favorite type of media.

So, anyways; gore by itself is, yes, technically probably a genre, but it’s also a great plot device in media that may not actually be considered gore. Pulling just from movies here as an example- the Final Destination series is creatively gorey, and are definitely considered gore films in their own right; however, I wouldn’t consider The VVitch gore. While getting pretty nasty with the gore & graphic imagery in the last third, it serves to kind of draw to themes in the story & to symbolize. Midsommar is a great example of both- a very gorey film in retrospect, BUT the deaths and bizzare body horror shown all served either some sort of symbolism, a parallel that could be drawn, or did it’s plot job of showing us how messed up and unsettling the cult was. I would say these 3 examples are kind of okay-ish benchmarks to how gore can be divided.

For gore (this goes for horror too, really!) I find it incredibly helpful to divide media I interact with not by its genre, but more by the themes within the story & effect it had on me, as a reader. Using ‘Fridge horror’ to describe a couple of books instead of looking at each one individually and being like, “ok, this is a sci-fi body horror, this is a splatterpunk, this is a supernatural slasher-” etc, really helps me out, because I’m someone who tends to read the same type of horror, rather than the same genre.

All the categories I use personally I’ll list below, but I warn you these are very specific to me because I read a lot of the same thing, & I like a good character before anything else. I think that shapes a lot of the media I interact with. I don’t know if everyone uses all of these, or if no one’s used these and I’m just a funky little loser, but this is my personal system;

Fridge Horror; A story that becomes terrifying after you’ve read it and let it sink in. For gore specifically, I find it’s less actual gore, and more “wow, you just compared a house to a human and now that thought will never leave my mind lol”, OR, gore used as weird obscure symbolism for the actual thing going on at hand- and once you’ve figured out what that thing is, it puts the piece of media into a whole new perspective. (ANATOMY by kittyhorrorshow is a wonderful game, and prime example of both!)

Obsessive Horror; Stories & Media that uses gore & body horror as a way to describe a character’s mental state (and usually obsession with a specific concept/idea) OR a set of characters' mental decline but obsession with each other. I would say the movie The Perfection (2019) does this well!

Sad/Vulnerable Horror; kind of self explanatory, but very similar to Obsessive Horror- the only usual distinction between the two is that instead of obsession being the overarching thing to tie it all together, it’s usually grief, or a character struggling with some sort of obstacle that has forced them to stop- a character being unable to move on from something and it getting gradually worse. Midsommar is a great movie for this!

Philosophical Horror; in a gore sense, I do find it funny that this one tends to be less like. Human oriented and usually has some sort of monster involved, but it’s usually something along the lines of like “what makes us human?” (insert violent gorey scene here) lol. Very entertaining. I’m gonna come back and edit this post to add specific media examples for this one, because none come to mind right now except for fanfic, but it’s also… 3AM please be patient with me haha ^^;

I don’t have any recs for ppl just dipping their toes in, because everyone is different and I don’t know what preferences work for everyone- but I would just say to engage with the media that’s kinda popular and seems to interest you in the horror genre- and work from there. It really helps to make accounts on sites like goodreads & letterboxed just to kind of stalk what other people are watching and reading! On goodreads I joined a couple of groups, and while I’m not the best at having a one on one convo with someone just yet, it really helps me to look through the forums and conversations available and to be like “Oh, shit, this person also likes B.R. Yeager? And is recommending another book in relation to Negative Space? I’ve gotta check it out!” You don’t even have to engage with people if you don’t want to in these kinds of settings- you can silently stalk forums discussing media they liked and why- its glorious and a good way to quickly add to your collection & get more into the swing of things without feeling bad because you’re never gonna read the book you got yourself 2 years ago & now sits untouched on your shelf lol.

(Definitely not a self call out.)

I don’t really know how to end this one, so I’ll end it with my favorite kind from the list I previously mentioned; Vulnerable Horror/Gore. (SPOILERS FOR KATHE KOJA'S THE NEGLECTED GARDEN INCOMING).

I personally love a good piece of media that has character specific body horror- things that frighten us, because, holy shit that sounds awful to experience- but also have an innate and personal terror to the character it’s happening to;

Kathe Koja’s short story, The Neglected Garden, is a perfect example of this. Throughout the entire story, we never learn the narrator’s name- only the name of his girlfriend, Anne, and the impact she makes on him after he attempts to break up with her- which she responds to by crucifying herself to his fence. You understand the narrator’s reaction to Anne’s crucifixion- and as it continues and gets worse- how she ended up there in the first place. Obvious parallels are drawn to their relationship before she went to such extreme measures; both too cruel and stubborn to be together- but too desperate and obsessed with each other to ever break up. The narrator is arguably, not at all sympathetic- but you still understand the horror of what he witnesses. Koja goes into graphic detail when describing Anne’s initial crucifixion, and then, the slow growing of grass and flowers as she stays still and unmoving. Her body slowly morphing into a disgusting infected carcass that’s somehow still alive is described with alarming depth. But it serves a purpose to the story, and the characters- or rather, it serves as a vehicle for understanding their relationship.

So… yeah! Lol, I’m sorry, this probably wasn’t as helpful or as informative as you were hoping, but I hope it’s still enough to kind of get a general idea of where to start. If you don’t want to spend a lot of money on specifically splatterpunk (general subgenre of gore) books, I highly recommend godless.com, as they have a lot of short story collections & stand alone pieces that you can buy for sometimes as little as 50 cents! I do warn you though, sometimes there’s a bit of odd fetish content on there? Lol so… have fun with that.

Sorry for the ramble, thank you for the ask! Bye lol

[pilfappreciator]

Did another oopsie and accidentally deleted another ask (*bangs head on table*) BUT HOPEFULLY THE LOVELY ANON WHO SENT IT SEES THIS!!

DADZONE & Child! Reader: John Dory

Includes: GN! Reader, Child! Reader, Adopted! Reader, accidental DILF John Dory, slight angst

TW: mention of spiders and body horror near the end (nothing too graphic but just in case)

🥽 This man doesn't trust himself enough not to fuck up another meaningful relationship ://

🥽 Personally, how I see it, becoming a father is probably the last thing on JD's to-do list. I mean he's definitely got the skills (being the oldest of five and having to raise his brothers means he's picked up a few things), and I like to think that it's something he longs for deep down, but considering how BADLY he fumbled with his brothers the last time they were all in the same room...

🥽 So yeah. In theory would be SO down to start a family of his own, but in practice?? He is EXTREMELY hesitant

🥽 THAT BEING SAID!! Chances are he probably found you as an egg

🥽 He was out one day, hiking out in the forest or exploring coastal coves or rock climbing, when all of a sudden he just… stumbles across an egg. Just sitting there in a patch of moss or nestled into a log

🥽 Ends up taking the egg with him back to Ronda, but not before an actual HOUR of confused staring? Distressed pacing back and forth?? Panicked rambling all the while???

🥽 (the fact that Ronda tried to eat the egg upon his return doesn't help at all)

🥽 John Dory spends the next month or so visiting nearby troll villages and asking anyone who crosses his path "Hey man did you drop this? 😬"

🥽 In the end he decides to take you in himself. Partly because he's gotten tired of all the looks other trolls keep giving him for trying to force an egg into their hands, and also because he… may have grown attached to said egg in the past few weeks. I mean by the end of day 3 he'd already given you a name so you know he's screwed ahsjkakaa

🥽 He tells himself he's taking you in because it's what any good citizen would do (He is a lair. He is 100% doing it for himself)

🥽 The day you hatch is LITERALLY one of the best days of his life? Like he's just making himself some dinner and suddenly he hears crackling coming from his hair?? And then there's babbling???

🥽 This man is going about his day with you nestled in his hair (basically the troll equivalent to carrying a baby on your hip lol). He's choppin trees, foraging for food, and driving his armadillo van all while he's got an actual egg sitting on his head. Absolutely talks to you the whole time, too. He has no idea if you can actually hear him but like.. this man spent the last 20 years all alone in the woods, okay, his ass is lonely :((

🥽 Yknow that thing parents do where they hold up headphones to a woman's womb and play Mozart or whatever to make the baby "smarter" or some shit?? Yeah that's JD. He's doing the same thing to his egg

🥽 no Mozart tho ONLY BROZONE 😤😤 HIS BABY HAS GOTTA HAVE GOOD TASTE AND NOTHING LESS

🥽 If he's really feeling himself then he'll sing the songs himself. And then proceed to give unprompted lore behind the lyrics and the songs "true meaning" (songs include Brozone classics such as Baby Boy Got My Heart In A Headlock Boy and Baby Baby Love You Like A Pizza But Hate You Like There's Pineapple On It Babe)

🥽 "holy crap YOU'RE SO SMALL—"

🥽 UGLY CRYING HOLDING YOU IN THE CROOK OF HIS ARM CARESSING YOUR SOFT LITTLE FACE WITH HIS FINGER

🥽 Will die if you reach for him with your tiny baby hands or just smile up at him

🥽 He's still gonna carry you around in his hair while he goes about his day and stuff ngl. Like for him, it's a signature of your guys' bond and you bet your ass he's gonna be milking it for as long as he can (definitely dreads the day you become too big/old for it)

🥽 Most definitely tries to teach you survival skills as soon as possible. He's teaching you how to fish, he's demonstrating how to start a fire with the bare essentials, he's letting you DRIVE RONDA—

🥽 "It's an important skill to have, champ, trust me!"

"...but I'm only five."

"Never too early for a learner's permit!"

🥽 Defnitely tries to reel in that controlling/perfectionist mindset of his, at least for your sake. The last thing he wants is a repeat of what went down with his brothers. As a result he's probably more lenient when you get into trouble or do something wrong

🥽 Fr tho like... you'll accidentally(?) cause an explosion and his ass will be standing, hands on his hips like "I'm not mad, just disappointed 🤨"

🥽 You thought you were getting spoon fed Brozone content as an egg?? Well congrats on being born cuz now you're getting served Brozone content for BREAKFAST 👏 DINNER 👏 AND 👏 LUNCH

🥽 JDs most definitely the type of guy to break into song whenever he's doing the most mundane of tasks (laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc), and yes he fully expects you to join in and know all the lyrics helloooo?? You've basically been raised on Brozone songs at this point like cmon, don't leave him hanging!

🥽 FR THO!! If you grow up to be a Brozone stan, he's never gonna be more proud of himself <33

🥽 This man definitely has a physical collection of every song/album/cover his band has ever done (I'm mean this is the same guy who kept his brothers underwear in a frame for 20 years so ://). He treats every CD, record, cassette tape, etc. like the priceless artifacts they are and YES, HES GONNA PASS THEM ONTO YOU LIKE THEYR FAMILIY HEIRLOOMS DID YOU EXPECT ANY LESS

🥽 If you grow up to lean more towards a different genre of music or Brozone just doesn't end up being your cup of tea... JDs gonna be a lil devastating ngl

🥽 Pls assure him that he has not failed as a father

🥽 Jokes aside tho! I feel like despite his wounded ego, JD will at least TRY to see your point of view. I mean he's definitely gonna be a bit of a grandpa about it—

*while the two of you are listening to your favorite song*

"I mean, I GUESS it's okay... not nearly as lyrically genius as Brozone's hit single: Baby Girl Ur Sweet Like A Milkshake Girl But I'm Lactose Intolerant Baby 🙄"

"Dad. Please shut up."

—but rest assured that he WILL support you and your music taste <33

🥽 You want merch of your favorite band/artist? No worries he's (stealing it right off the shelf) got money to pay for it! Is there a new album about to drop? He's (breaking into a store in the middle of night like a rabid racoon) patiently waiting in line just to buy it for you! You wanna go to a concert? He's using Ronda to (break speed limits, run people over, disobey every known traffic rule) get good parking at the venue!!

🥽 SPEAKING OF CONCERTS!! I feel like he'd be able to offer solid advice on the do's and don'ts of attending a concert. Like... my guy was in a popular band back in the day and he knows first hand how outta hand concerts can get. He has SEEN some shit ajskskaka

🥽 JD definitely has a photo album full of pictures from back in the day. Some of them are snapshots of him and the rest of Brozone, but a majority of the pictures are just of him and his family— away from the stage and cameras. Just him and his brothers and grandma Rosiepuff too...

🥽 He remembers the exact moment every picture was taken, and he'll tell you every bit of context. Birthday, pranks gone wrong, holidays, first day of school— there's a snapshot for just about every milestone. All you have to do is ask and JD is more than happy to relay every childhood anecdote he can remember

🥽 It gets to the point where you eventually know just about everything about your uncles... WHO YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN MET YET AKSKSKAKAK

🥽 It's definitely something that freaks them out once you finally DO meet them

🥽 Like you'll have a conversation with Clay and they'll be like "yeah I'm not a big fan of spiders haha" and you just go "Oh that makes sense considering you used to have vivid nightmares about them crawling under your skin and tickling you to death" and Clay's just like "how the fuck did you know that????"

🥽 "Dude stop telling your kid everything about us"

"I haven't seen you guys in 20 years! I just wanted them to feel close to their uncles ;(("

"THEY DONT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT HOW I USED TO PICK MY NOSE WHEN I WAS SEVEN"

🥽 John Dory, Older Brother Who Overshares About His Younger Siblings my beloved <33

Ermmm yeahhhh this was originally gonna be one big post including ALL the brothers... but then I started writing for JD and got carries away... so yeah this ask is gonna have to be a multi-parter AJSJSJAKKA SORRY ANON I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF 🤥

NEXT PARTS ARE IN THE WORKS!!

Bruce | Clay | Floyd | Branch

[ambrosialdesire]

Can I request yandere porco x reader who doesn't take him seriously/ isn't afraid of him or being bratty or whatever so he transforms to scare her

hellion

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 porco x fem!reader word count: 5.9k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, past + current human-trafficking/purchase mentions, forced feminization/infantilization, stockholm syndrome development, forced proximity, torture/violence mentions (choking, starvation, drowning, tying up), drugging (sedation), prey & predator vibes, kinda psychological horror?, humiliation, slight praise, degradation, slight gaslighting, kinda mindbreaky, all characters are 18+ synopsis: you were an impulse purchase that he never thought he'd make before, and although he doesn't regret it, he's having a difficult time trying to soothe your feisty spirit. who knew that all it took was one transformation and a chase you'll never forget? a/n: i'm gonna be so fr idk how to write bratty characters LOL i rarely read bratty readers in general so i'm really free-balling this 💀 kinda simple and to the point compared to my other fics, esp since i've never wrote for porco before so this is like testing the waters and most likely SUPER ooc. it's also more of a psychological fic since i'm not in the mood of writing complete nsfw haha but i hope you enjoyed this anon! sorry it also took so long to be done but then took me like three days to make and edit 😅 (i still think it's a little sloppy, esp the end BUT that's what anon questions are for so i can sorta explain and piece it together more lol) again, hope y'all enjoy!! note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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He hated when you got like this, putting up a constant nonsensical fight against him.

You'd be a perfect candidate to be his successor from the way you bite down into his skin when he tried to touch you, scratching up his face when he got too close, and always almost managing to slip through his grasp to dash towards the open basement door before he tugged the chain wrapped around your throat back towards him, watching you bare your teeth at him angrily. You were truly a wild animal, that's why he chose you in the first place.

Porco wanted to tame this wild spirit of yours, simply for the fact to see if he could.

Little progress was made, he made your purchase not long ago in the slums of Liberio, where the truly wicked and evil roamed to sell and purchase anything deemed illegal by the Marleyan government. As much as he refused to take these kinds of assignments, preferring to be back on the battlefield with Zeke and Pieck, Porco was already in deep waters for fighting with Reiner again. Not his fault that the Vice Captain's face was so punchable. Thus, here he was, being forced to shut one of the operations down that was said to involve a human-trafficking ring. Down he went alone in disguise, shuffling through the disgusting sweaty bodies of devil scum drooling over a piece of fresh meat on the stage.

He remembered got a good view of the bidding, eyeing each fearful chained-up person with boredom until you were pulled up. God, you really were the star of the stage. Two burly men had to tug your fighting body onto the crumbling wooden stage, a mixed sound of what could be a snarl and screech emerging through your cracked and bruised lips as you refused to move any further. You put up a good fight against the henchmen, the crowd jeering at the display of tug-o-war.

Once they managed to get you to the middle, the auctioneer started to ramble on about your pricing. Your hands may be wrapped in cloth and tied together, but the minute he neared you to show you off, you struck him with a mean uppercut, almost pouncing on him once he fell over before the two men held you back. Even then, you were thrashing around on your wounded feet, spitting out curses and howls at the fuckers beneath you, telling them that you'd hope they'd all burn and rot in hell.

He's the only one that snorted at that statement, feeling all eyes on him.

Porco really wasn't any different from those around him as he raised his hand up, offering over a thousand for the wild girl, more than what the other fucks around him could possibly afford. It won't make a dent in his bank account either because once he takes you home, the authorities would've already been called to the place. He gets to keep his money and you, while Marley gets rid of more scum; a two in one deal. You glared down at him, a burning fire settling deep within the darks of your pupils as he grinned back in return.

You were going to be a fun little purchase, that he's sure of.

He didn't really want to, but considering that you were a snappy little thing, you had to be down in the basement of his home until he managed to get your temper under control. The chain was long enough for you to reach the bathroom down there from the bed, but not long enough to reach the door. Once you managed to slightly calm down, realizing that your new "owner" was unfazed by your act as he leaned against the wall, you cautiously settled on the bed. You were still tense, unsure of what his intentions are.

"You got a name?" Porco started, finally breaking the silence as he crossed over his arms.

"You have my papers, don't you?" Your eyes squinted at him, the raspy retort coming quick out your mouth. He did, but he didn't bother looking at them just yet.

He scoffed, pushing himself off the wall, slowly stepping closer to you. "Snarky one, aren'tcha? Just tryna be a little civil here."

"Civility? Don't make me laugh. Buddy, you're the one that bought me. I think we both know that any sort of civility you had has been long gone the moment you raised your stinkin' fucking hand in the auction and brought me down here." If your temper wasn't enough indication of a need of reformation, your mouth definitely was.

"I'm surprised you even lasted that long in the slums with that tongue and attitude of yours, most would've been turned into chopped meat without even a second thought." You were about to say something back before he slammed his hand into your face, pushing your head into the bed and prying your mouth open with his fingers. A gurgle of a scream erupted out of your throat as you struggled to push him off you, but no dice.

"But I'm not like most. Me? I could crush your skull whenever I want, maybe slowly pull each of your limbs apart so you'll feel each tendon and ligament rip away from your sorry torso." Porco pushed harder until you got the message, silencing yourself as your face ached and throbbed from the pressure, yet your eyes still held that same vindictiveness from the auction that never seemed to quite be quenched. Your jaw abruptly closed around his fingers, a pained hiss slipping out of his lips as the pearly whites grinded into his skin.

He's going to relish seeing that light die from you, when you finally realize that he's the sole reason of your living, that you should've been grateful from the start that he's the one that bought you instead of the beer-gut ridden trash that wasted away in the slums.

Porco finally removed his hand out of your mouth, drool and teeth indentations staining his fingers. Light steam was coming off of them, the superficial wounds closing up. He knew you caught that, eyes focused on his hand.

"Now, get some rest. Training begins tomorrow."

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When he said training, he meant torture.

That's what you thought as you experienced every debilitating and humiliating ritual he forced onto you every day. You eventually learned his name because of someone saying it upstairs — God you wished that the floors above were as soundproof as the basement's walls— Porco, but you called him 'piggy' sometimes, despite him trying to train you into saying sir. Simple, but it got him irritated real fast.

Porco was a strange man, you knew he was definitely not like the other men you've came across in your imprisoned life. Every wound you made on his person, no matter how deep you curled your nails into him or bite down as hard as you possibly could, he was left unblemished. Not even a fading scar or lasting indent, it was as if you've never injured him in the first place.

He bled, the taste of iron familiar on your tastebuds, but it really was like nothing occurred after a few minutes. You knew that he healed fast too, that weird steam came out of the wounds right after you inflicted it from what you could see with the lantern light, but you don't know why it did. Were you so out of touch from the outside for so long that new medical advancements were made?

He also disappeared for short periods of time, leaving you occasionally starving if he didn't leave enough food beforehand and surprisingly bored; he was really your only company nowadays, so it was quite frustrating to come to the conclusion that you'd even miss the bastard despite the shit he's made you go through. Once Porco came back though, he'd be a little nicer to you but that would last for roughly a week once you gotten sick of his company again.

He only sedated you when he needed your complete compliance or when he deemed you too much, your head rolling around weakly as he undresses and bathes you with him in the tub, the heightened sensation of calloused hands brushing against every inch of your skin. You may be out of it, but every other sensation was magnified. It was the only peace the two of you got with each other, even if you weren't a truly willing participant.

Porco was also quiet when it came to this activity, the steam and heat of the tub creating a slight flush on his tanned cheeks as he leaned back against the porcelain. His normally gelled-back blond hair would be damp and falling over his face, expression lax. You thought he was on the completely lankier side before since you rarely see him without the green coat, but no, he was quite muscular despite being pretty slender.

It made sense, he's lifted and thrown you like you weighed absolutely nothing, holding you down without much struggle, and letting you exhaust yourself while he looked completely normal.

He seemed disinterested in each other's nudity, though you did notice the first few times when he started the bathing routine that he took in every little detail of your body, eyes wandering more than usual. It's not like you could've stopped him and he never touched you sexually, only touching your privates to clean those areas. You've accidentally let out a quietly hitched breath here and there when he brushed those digits of his in-between your pussy, your drugged mind struggling to comprehend the feeling. You believed that he never noticed during those mishaps, not bothered in the slightest during it but whenever he got out of the tub first, it was pretty obvious he'd be partially aroused.

You wouldn't say that you were completely innocent in the act of staring at the other either, you've spotted his cock more than a few times and were slightly internally glad that he never took it for a spin against you. He must be a show-er more than a grower (if he was any lengthier hard, you might be in trouble), but he was notably bigger than the other disgusting men you've came across. Thank god for that, at least. It was finally nice looking at a man that wasn't built like a water buffalo in denial of balding and having the smallest dick around.

As time passed by, you feel like you confirmed your suspicions that he never really was interested in using you for any sexual needs, he was more into seeing how much it would take for you to break. Maybe he's done this to others to get his rocks off, but you'd never give into the sick man's perversions.

One thing that was prominent you've noticed while in his care was that he rarely made you do anything by yourself. He's the one that fed you with you on his lap, clothed you in stupidly feminine outfits from the start of the day to the night, bathed you alongside him. He cleaned and dressed any wounds you inflicted on yourself, but left surface scratches and bruises alone. Porco was in complete control and if you didn't let him take the reins, that's when the punishments rolled in.

Balancing books on your head as you stood on your tiptoes, if any of them fell or if you went back on your heels, he'd hit the back of your calves hard with a riding crop and restart the entire thing. Forcing your head over a bucket of freezing cold water, asking you difficult questions with no right answers to them, and pushing you down into it when you said anything that he didn't want to hear. He choked you out and left you intentionally starved for days when you refused to eat what he made, tied up and blindfolded in a tight closet with no indication of how long time had passed because you didn't want to wear what he chose, anything to ensure that you've learned your lesson.

You didn't, of course you never did. Whenever he asked if you had enough, you only just laughed at him and spat at his face, the punishments only ending once he got tired of it. Your stubborn attitude was the only thing keeping you sane in this world of yours.

No matter how much you were forced to endure endless embarrassment and shame, you'll never grovel or beg for mercy, not even shedding a tear for the agonizing pain you felt as you laid on the scratchy mattress every night. And besides, he wasn't the only one who tried and he most certainly would be the last once you figured out how to get out of here.

You felt a jab to your stomach, abruptly waking you from your short rest. The lights weren't even turned on, but even you knew that the next horrid day has just begun, a flashlight blinding you next.

"Morning sweetheart, you know what time it is? It's 3 in the morning, nice and early for our next session. Are you going to be good and let me put your outfit on?" The nicknames only started a few weeks ago, just because you were being obedient and compliant to his demands. It's to make you feel nice, to think that's what you should be doing to get on his good side.

Fuck, he's really insane.

Obviously since you were completely exhausted, you might as well let him take control again until you regained more strength. You nodded slowly, rubbing your eyes as he finally moved the light off of your eyes. He murmured something of a praise, stroking your head gently before going upstairs to retrieve the outfit. You sat there in silence, partially nodding off until you heard his footsteps near the door, body slightly stiffening.

You may not be outwardly afraid of him, but unconsciously, he made you become unintentionally afraid of the new fucked up punishments that he created. At a certain point in this life, it was undeniable not be terrified of something unexpected.

"A friend recommended this new place for women clothes since she noticed I've been in a good mood lately." Porco pushed the door open, a light pink babydoll dress in his hands. "Ain't it nice? Might be better than all the other ones I've put you in, the seamstress really has outdone herself, don't you think sweetie?"

Everything about it looked too short, ruffles and lace making most of the skirt and the sleeves overtly puffy. He may think he's putting you into something cute, but it was obviously something uncomfortable to wear. It's intentionally supposed to make you tick, you knew it was.

"It's..." You started, thinking about how to go around this without sounding offensive. "Pink."

He frowned, obviously expecting more from you but simply shook his head. Alright, that was a somewhat valid response.

"Still tired huh? Yes, most of your clothes are pink, but this one," He placed the dress next to you, along with the undergarments and shoes. "This one is for a special occasion."

Special occasion? A year must've already passed by since he purchased you, it wouldn't be all that surprising if he was celebrating that. You lifted your arms up and let him remove your nightgown, leaving you only in your underwear. Porco removed the dress from the hanger, turning towards you and pulling the dress over your head and arms, organizing it properly over your body.

Definitely too small now that you were wearing it, the bands around the arms making it feel like you were gonna lose circulation on them and your breasts nearly spilling out of the top of the dress, no matter how much he was adjusting it. The skirt was also way too revealing, just barely covering your panties but he soon tugged those off, putting on an even more scantily clad pair. He brushed out your hair, taking a few pieces and attaching a bow with it behind your head. The shoes were just simply white flats, the only part of the outfit that you had no problem with.

"There. Such a beautiful girl, wouldn't you agree?"

He cooed as he stood you up and dragged you to the bathroom, pulling off the drape that covered the mirror. You weren't allowed to use the mirror, that was what he said as one of the rules way back then. You didn't know why he asked that of you, but you've never seen yourself in years anyways, the details of your appearance foggy in each glimpse of a reflecting surface. The basement was dark too, the only sources of light being the flashlight or lanterns that Porco brings down here to see you. But this?

This was the first time you truly felt horrified at anything, bruises of varying colors littering around your skin, most prominently around your neck. You looked sickly, a pale complexion covering your skin, and bone-dead tired, eyebags weighing under your lower eyelids heavily. The only thing that looked decent on you was your brushed out hair and dress, despite how it squeezed at your almost feeble body.

"What... what did you do to me?" Your hands went over your face, feeling your very soul crumple into itself.

Porco snorted, his hand wrapping around your jaw and forcing you to look at the reflection. "Nothing. This is you, all you. The only thing I've done is the bruises but everything else is your fault."

You pushed him back, his body hitting the wooden door with a thud. Tears were starting to well up in your eyes since the first time in forever as you balled your fists at your side. You started wailing, curses slipping through your lips.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"

"Y/N—" His tone was becoming angry, a warning.

Porco never said your name before.

You took off one of the flats and quickly threw it hard at the mirror, multiple fragments shattering off the wall. You grabbed the biggest piece that landed on the ground, feeling the palm of your hand cut open, warm blood spilling down your fingertips. Without a second thought, you lunged at your captor. Porco was stronger as he stopped you midway of your attack, but his hands slipped from the grip he had on your bloody hands and wrists, it was almost unnoticeable but not to you.

With the little strength you had left, you gave it your all, letting out a wrathful shriek as you jabbed the piece into his stomach, twisting it in as deeply as you could.

The world fell silent as you watched his blood seep through his shirt.

This was the first time you've looked into his eyes in the light and this close in general, the hazel color showing nothing but displeasure. You heaved slowly, taking in shaky breaths through your nose. Slowly, you released the shard and backed away from his still-standing body, the chain connected to you rattling along on the stony ground with your movements. Your eyes were still locked onto him, impatiently waiting for him to collapse so you can take the key out of his dying cold body.

Yet, that didn't happen.

"You're fucking pathetic, stupid even." Porco's hand reached for the mirror shard embedded in his gut, pulling it out with a slight hiss, as if it was nothing but a splinter. "If only, just only, you remembered that I can heal from any wound that your dumbass places on me, we wouldn't have this issue but I guess I gave your slow little brain one too many hits."

The steam was coming off of him again as he threw the bloody shard pack into the broken pile, your teeth baring at him.

"What the hell are you? Some kind of monster?" He laughed, pushing his hair back with blood, the red mixing in with the dark blond.

"Worse," Porco charged at you with inhumane speed, grabbing your throat and lifting you up in the air with one hand, your hands clawing at his forearm as black spots began to form in your vision. "I'm one of the worst monsters of them all. A Titan."

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You awoke to find yourself in a forest.

Originally, you thought you died. It's been years since you've last seen the outside, even felt the wind's breeze go against your face and feel the rising sun's rays warm up your skin. Yet, as you opened your eyes, you reached out to the grass, feeling the smooth blades brush up against your fingers, you knew you were still alive.

Sitting up, you slowly took in the surrounding environment. Did Porco abandon you because he thought you were dead? A giddy feeling rose up from within, excited about the possibility of finally, finally having the freedom that you've desired for so long. You wobbly stood up, realizing that you were still in the outfit he made you wear, now stained with dried blood. Ugh, at least he should've had the decency to put you back in rags or something before dumping your 'corpse'.

How far were you from the nearest civilization? You'd be lucky if you managed to come across one before either dying of dehydration or starvation, hoping you'd run into an Eldian internment zone rather than a major Marleyan city. Maybe even dying here in the wilderness would be a better death than being around people again, considering that all of them would just disappoint you once more.

There was a sound of grass crunching, small branches breaking from behind you as footsteps drew closer.

"Awake aren't we?" Fuck. You turned around, seeing him standing back at a distance, still wearing his bloody clothes.

"I wish I wasn't now that I know you're here piggy. Goddamnit, why didn't you just fall over and die when I stabbed you?" You grumbled the last half, tugging at the bottom of the skirt dejectedly. From afar, you could imagine that his eyebrow was twitching in irritation once you mentioned the nickname.

"You're so annoying, you know that? It's been a year and no matter what I do to you, you still persist. Still convincing yourself that you can't be broken. You've really ran me dry to figure out what I can do to make that pretty little head internally pop, well, I got one more thing that'll make you finally listen to me." Porco fished out a small pocket knife out of his jacket, holding out his palm for you to see before he sliced the middle of it, blood immediately gushing out.

"I'll give you a 15 minute head start, timer starts when I transform. If you can hide or outrun me, I'll let you go free. No catches, you'll simply be free to walk among us again. But if I find and catch you," A cocky smile grew on his face, pointing the knife down at you. "You're going back to the fucking basement."

Wait. What does he mean by transform?

A flash of blinding lightning appeared abruptly right in front of you, gusts of wind nearly knocking you over. You covered your face to try and shield yourself from the sudden weather change onslaught, the sound of something crunching forming loud in your ears. The light finally faded away after a few minutes gone by, a huge shadow hovering over you instead. Hesitantly, you peered up out of your arms and gaped in horror as you stared at the monster in front of you.

Where Porco once stood, a bony skull-like faced Titan stood before you on all fours, a mane of familiar blonde hair wrapping around its head like a lion. It had a shorter and muscular stature than most Titans you've seen in books before your kidnapping, still towering over you but not as much as a normal Titan would. White-tipped claws on each of its digits were prominent on both its hands and feet, digging into the soft grassy ground beneath it.

What the fuck? What the fuck?! Your captor was the Jaw Titan user the entire time? Is that why he disappeared every now and then? Holy shit, you knew what the Jaw Titan user's dick looks like.

Its small hazel eyes glared down at you through the skull-like mask and you felt frozen to the spot, too afraid to make any move. Was he even still in control of himself in there? A guttural growl came out of it then, snapping you out of it.

Porco's waiting for you to move, he... he wants to chase you down. You have no other choice, and you'd rather put up another fight than to lay down belly-up.

You took off the other flat that still remained on your foot and threw it at the face of the creature, soon dashing as quickly as possible into the lush forest. In your head, you knew your outfit was going to be an immediate sore thumb in the surrounding greens and browns so you started to rip it apart as you ran, trying to scatter the pieces as much as you possibly could to throw off the trail. All you were left in was your thin underwear and even that was a risk to keep on, but it was all you had left to preserve the dignity you were barely holding onto.

As you ran, you felt every stray branch dig into your already-damaged skin and every breath you took in felt like needles in your nostrils. It was better than nothing, better than getting immediately caught by that thing. You don't know how much time has passed since you started running, all you knew was that you must've wasted precious seconds when you gawked at the atrocity of a Titan.

There was a whipping sound and then a thud, trees cracking and breaking behind you. The echo of birds flapping away from the source, cawing in alarm rang loudly in your ears and you felt immediate dread crawl up your spine. Your head start was up, he's coming.

You still ran as fast as you could despite the burning in your underused muscles, trying to find somewhere decent to hide in. An overgrowth, a bush, anything at this point. The sounds of whipping and cracking were getting closer and closer, panic bubbling in your stomach until you missed a step, falling over and knocking the wind out of yourself.

You cried out as quietly as possible once you got air back in your lungs, slowly sitting up with damp dirt clinging onto your bare skin. Taking a glance at the ledge you fell from, an idea popped in your mind. Underneath, it was wide enough to fit your body and deep enough for you to hide in, so long as you could cover yourself up with leaves and dirt. The sound of a gurgling snarl close by meant that you had little time to put your plan into action, and you grabbed the nearby shrubbery in handfuls, crawling into the space as fast as you could.

Laying on your back, your place the gathered materials on your body, completely covered from head to toe. You didn't know how it looked on the outside, but it had to be something that could be overlooked when he was searching around. It had to be because you were not going back, you refused to.

The close rumble of the ground almost had you scream out in terror, but you put your hands over your mouth as tightly as you could, your breaths shaky out of your nose. The thuds grew closer and closer, body jumping with each passing step, and then it stilled. You could slightly see what was going on outside, heart dropping when you immediately spotted him.

The Titan was just standing there, completely still besides his head moving around to scan the area. He must've figured out that your clothing trail had gone cold or that it was fake the entire time, but the one thing you knew was that he was quick to catch up either way. A hissing sound, almost sizzling, broke the silence. You watched as Porco's original body appear out of the creature's upper back, right near the neck.

What. The. Hell.

"You're here, aren't you?" His voice was calm, no hint of frustration or irritation. Porco had too much pride to proven wrong, he was confident that he tracked you in the right spot and you hate that he was correctly onto you.

"Your footsteps stopped not too far from here, y'know. You tryna hide now? Ran out of stamina? Twisted your ankle?"

You clenched your eyes tightly together, praying that he'll give up, that he won't find you. Never in your wretched life have prayed before, but you'd start worshipping the very god that'll manage to make sure that Porco won't look in this shallow cavern.

"Fine. If you don't want to reveal yourself—"

There was another sizzling sound, your eyes opening and seeing that he went back into the body, the creature beginning to move once more. The Titan then opened its bony maw, revealing a second pair of sharper teeth before an ear-bursting screech projected out of it, your hands shooting to your ears to try and cancel out the horrid sound. The scream kept wailing aloud like a never-ending storm alarm, your head beginning to ache. It felt like it was going to pop the longer it went on, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Silence.

There was a slight ringing in your ears, but the screaming was gone and when you looked out of your hidey-hole, he was no longer standing there. Did he actually give up? You stayed still in the divot, head throbbing and heart pounding against your ribcage. You'll even wait until the next morning if it meant for any kind of confirmation that he was gone.

Suddenly, a claw came down on the roof of your cavern, the sharp tips just barely missing your body. It ripped away the dirt and rock, the sunlight blinding you as you sputtered out the pieces that came down on your face from the removal. Complete fear radiated off your expression as its unnerving mask stared down at your trembling form. You... lost.

You think that its — his — eyes were gleaming with glee right now, seeing how pitiful you looked, filthy and damaged. His hand reached for you, body stiffening as the fingers curled around you, picking you out of the hole carefully. The body of the Titan slumped down and the same hissing sound came out of the back of it, Porco reappearing once more.

"Took me only 30 minutes to find you, what a pathetic attempt of a run," He insulted, leaning his body over the fuzzy head of the creature. "Though, I will have to give props to you with the hiding. I wouldn't have spotted you until you moved in the hole from the scream."

"P-please... make this th... thing stop touching me." You almost whispered, the coldness and rough texture of its grip tight around your body. You hated that you were directly forced to stare at it, its eyes blank but still glaring deep within your soul.

"You afraid of it? You scared of the big bad Titan?" Porco taunted, his arm slightly moving and the grip tightening around you even more. You let out a strangled cry, your breathing becoming erratic. The feeling of the jagged bones jutting into your flesh like squeezing a balloon to its limit, the imagery of your organs bursting out of you, began to make you hysterical.

"Please s-st... stop! P-please! I... I don't want to die! Porco, I'm begging you! Get me out!" You started sobbing, blobs of tears flowing down your cheeks. You hated him, but you hated this monster even more. To think that they were truly real, a true threat to your fragile existence, it was something that was horrifyingly difficult to mentally process.

Porco gawked at your sniveling body, not even trying to wiggle out of the Jaw Titan's hand but still crying out to him for his help. This is what he wanted right? To see you completely give up, to depend on his assistance, to save you. He felt so fuzzy and dizzy on the feeling, almost like he drank too much liquor. Just to play around with you a little more, his hand twitched, causing the Titan to squeeze you even more.

You screamed out in fear once the pressure got even more narrow, your cries resonating louder within the deep forest as you simultaneously begged him to stop. Aw, how adorable but alright, he's had his fun for the day. This might've gotten the message across, let's see how long it'll last or else he'll have to do this again and again if he had to.

"Will you finally listen to me?" He finally spoke up, your teary eyes immediately meeting his and nodding furiously without hesitation.

"Yes! Y-yes I will!"

"And what do I want to hear from you?" You sniffled, looking completely drained of all fight.

"I-I'm sorry... s... s-sir. I wo... won't ever do i-it again."

Porco thought he never felt such euphoria in his life until he heard your apology, a wickedly proud grin growing on his face. He pulled himself out of the Jaw Titan's back, watching the creature start to steam and deflate as he reached for you, peeling its fingers off of your body and helping you down. Unexpectedly, you latched onto Porco once you got on the ground, your arms wrapped around him tightly in a vice hug. You... never did that before.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You repeated over and over again, your tears wetting his coat. "I won't fight you again, I-I promise sir."

His hand reached over to your head, light stroking the tangled strands as you trembled against his body. "That's what you get for being a bitchy brat, you don't want me to do it again right?"

You shook your head in response, gripping onto his clothes even tighter at the thought of being chased by that thing again.

"Then you gotta listen to me better, okay? You listen, no Titan. And now that I'm reminded of your bad manners, you've torn up that pretty dress of yours earlier. That wasn't cheap, you ungrateful bitch. How are you going to make it up to me?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Worry began to fill up your still-teary expression as you pulled your face out of his shoulder. You were taking every insult with a grain of salt, dismissing them completely. "I-I'll do anything to make it up to you, sir."

Porco really wasn't any different from the devil nuisances down in the slums, an excited shiver going through his system. If you're really offering anything, then he might as well get what he deserved out of you, he's been waiting a year for it after all. He lifted your face with one hand, rubbing away a smudge of dirt off of your skin with his thumb.

"We'll discuss what you can do about it later. Now, let's go home and get ourselves cleaned up, you smell like mud and look like shit." Another apology slipped through your lips as he moved forward with your hand in his, the corners of his mouth curling upwards with pure joy.

The animal within you has become neutralized, the flame dying and being left behind with the fading Titan behind the two of you.

Porco finally got what he paid for.

[schrodinger-swriter]

I see that you take rqs for Adam, so is it okay to ask for Q, R, U, X and Z with Adam maybe????

Q, R, U, X, and Z for Adam

I return with some more writing; one of the things I need to get done... needs some time... The horrors of not taking out meat early enough to start to defrost; though a cold water bath usually comes in clutch so fingers crosses!

Still attempting to get my footing with writing Adam, tis a fickle process.

Rambling aside, I hope you enjoy Anon! C:

QUESTION:

Usually, a lot of the segments for characters and this letter can be a little more.. serious.. but with Adam, it's a little more lighthearted. And perhaps a little... well invasive, to put it lightly. He thinks about intimacy, a lot, so be ready to answer questions within that category. No real specifics, here. I hope you understand as I do wish to keep this blog as SFW as possible... a lot of the questions also gear towards himself, too. How you think of him and how he.. cough.. treats you.

RISK:

A lot of risks, actually. He doesn't really mean to put you in danger, it's just that a lot of the time he doesn't realize the gravity or severity of some things unless it directly impacts him. He's a little full of himself and it can come at the detriment of others. Though, how far will he go to make sure you're safe? It depends, really... but most times he might just try to do the bare minimum if that's an option. Call it laziness, call it him believing you can pull through with your own strength and resilience. Call it both.

UPSET:

When Adam is upset he can become immature, or at least a little more than he already is in the day to day. He can also become a bit.. rude. Insults and muttering under his breath become common. Usually he lets out steam through a.. self pleasuring session, or if you allow it, make it a two player event. Otherwise, he tends to stew in it until something really good steals his mind away to it.

When you're the one upset he might be a little oblivious or even dismissive at first before realizing that you're genuinely upset about something. He offers a mean back rub, and as said in the previous Adam Alphabet post, he does actually listen if he doesn't seem like it. Perhaps he takes you out for the night to get your mind off of things!

XRAY:

As stated above he can be a little dense in reading your tone and body language. Unless you're very much visibly stressed, he's probably not going to pick up one many things. Granted, he does attempt to right himself by pulling you to the side so you can unload to him about what's going on. So you have to give him some credit there... This also applies to when you're excited or happy, sometimes smaller ques can go right over his head.

ZZZ:

He very warm. Not too skinny, not too muscular. He tends to take up the entire bed when he sleeps and moves around a lot in his sleep. He also snores... Will likely steal the blanket, too. Though, he does pull you close to him when you two are sleeping and drapes his wings over you as a makeshift blanket, so you don't go cold during the night! Has probably accidentally pushed you off the bed in his sleep.

[aylasology]

God I’m thinking roommate Robin Buckley who’s down bad thoughts :((

Who’s been crushing on reader for the longest time but can’t seem to get the words out. Who’s been trying to flirt but keeps getting too shy about it :(( Little does Robin know that Reader has been flirting back all along. That the lingering touches and the curling up against her while watching a scary movie weren’t just coincidental!

Well that’s until Reader walks in on Robin touching herself and moaning Reader’s name…(Maybe even humping Reader’s “missing” pillow )

-🪷

Picture You

"I'm too scared to say, half of the things I do, when I picture you..."

A/N : anon, you have made me gone feral over this req.

TW : She spicy!

Divider by @miuji

You met Robin a few months back when you had just moved in to your new apartment. She had helped you bring in your things, though it really were just two boxes of clothes and other belongings, she still took the initiative to.

She was always this open book to you. Always finding ways to talk to you, tell you things about her work whilst she asked about yours. She was so easy to talk to, and ever since then you had been inseparable since.

You hadn't known her for more than three months, and yet you've picked up a few things or so. Like how her eyes linger at your thighs when they press flush against each other. How her hand would always find a way to grip onto your waist. How she always treated you so sweet and delicately, like you were a precious little thing that could break so easily. You were no saint, but for her you were willing to play the part.

You didn't know how to express it - show her you wanted her attention and all. So you decided to give little hints, a batch of her favorite cookies freshly baked on the counter as she got home. Spending your saturday nights at home snuggled up against her as you two watched a horror movie. Buying matching fuzzy socks like a cute little couple would. 

But until then, it wasn't enough. You needed the confirmation. The confirmation that those little hints weren't left unnoticed.

You started by leaving your laundry basket by the door of your bedroom, a small gift for her waiting atop the pile of clothes.

The first time you walked into her life, Robin was convinced you were sent from above. In your relaxed graphic tee and cargo shorts, you were magnetic. Magnetic in the sense that she couldn't put herself away from you.

Ever since you became her roommate, she had taken shorter shifts, sneaking a movie tape in her bag before she left. She couldn't help herself stare when you're in your little cotton shorts, can't help herself hold you when you're so scared. But how could you blame her? You weren't just beautiful but so awfully caring. You'd let her ramble, you'd laugh at her jokes, you were a nerd - multiple things kept Robin going.

And as much as she believed you were made to be hers, not a single bone in her body believed in her. She wasn't like Steve, she wasn't smooth or confident when it came to women. She was awkward, and stiff, and would melt to putty if she even thought of asking you out.

Since then, she had found substitutes to the real thing, substitutes to the actual you.

It was the first of a few incidents, minding her own business as she grabbed your laundry basket, eyes focused as she gave it a glance.

Sitting on top of the pile, was a pair of your underwear, the crotch flipped up. It didn't matter that she saw your underwear - what mattered was the freshly wet patch of your releases on it.

She lifted it up, and without thinking straight, shoved it into her pockets and touched herself to the smell of your release later that night. It was perverted, it was disgusting, it had the scent of you. And that was enough excuse for Robin to keep it.

After that incident, she couldn't help herself. Thursday shifts at your job was longer than usual, so Robin used that to her advantage. Coming home early, flunking into her bed, and giving in to all her perverted fantasies of you. Stealing polaroids of you in bikinis and fingering herself raw in her room. Stealing your shirts and drowning in the scent of you. Stealing your pillow and moaning your name when she's sure she's alone.

You had probably gone a little insane by now. Patiently waiting for Robin to take a hint and realize all of it was planned. The panties, the polaroids...why hasn't she taken a hint that you wanted her?! The plan was working but the final step wouldn't come too soon and it frustrated you. Frustrated you so badly you had to come home early on a Thursday night to calm yourself down and sleep early. 

Robin had always complimented how quiet you are, always pointing out how you were such a small and delicate little thing that even you unlocking the door and slamming it would be inaudible. Which was probably why she couldn't hear you enter the apartment as you stepped inside.

You put your shoes by the door, your coat on a hanger. You didn't have much of a thought was going onto your head-

"Y/N~" A strangled moan had slipped from Robin's room.

Your eyes widen slightly, you weren't surprised about the thought of her actually touching herself to the thought of you. But more of actually getting to hear her touch herself.

You had stepped closer to her bedroom door, of course she left it wide open.

You were a vision in her head. Imagining you, or more of your pillow, underneath her. Your entrance wet and throbbing as it met hers. Her eyes hungry and needy as she slumped against the pillow. Humping and moaning your name as she gripped against the silk case of your pillow.

Maybe all this time you had to be more upfront. Maybe all this time all you needed to do was give her the real thing.

"Robin?"

She had flinched upon hearing your voice, practically jumping off the pillow as her cheeks flushed red. "Y/N, I..." She panted. "Angel, I can explain, I..."

"Shh.." You mumbled, crawling onto her bed. Slowly approaching her. "I've known all this time, baby.."

"You've.." her eyes widened. "You've known?!"

"Mhm.." You replied, chewing on your lip slightly. "Ever since you took my panties..." You continued, your hand caressing her cheek.

"And you didn't call me out on it? The things I did, I...it was perverted, it was disgusting..it-"

Before she could finish her ramble, you had pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Her eyes fluttering shut as her hand moved to bury itself in your hair, just the way she did in all her fantasies.

"You can never be disgusting to me, baby.." You cooed in between kisses, a hand on your hips pulling you closer to her.

"Angel, I want you so bad..." Robin whined as you kissed down her neck, the girl was stiff in her movements, unsure of what to do. "I don't know how to...I..."

You had pulled the edge of her shirt as you lay down on her bed, pushing the pillow to support your head as you guided her on top of you.

"Relive every fantasy, Robin..."

[apompkwrites]

it's me again :DD

‼️⚠️ spoilers for some tma characters and episodes bc ill be referencing some of them to "reinforce" my opinions

‼️⚠️ also probs body horror (?) the fear gods like warpping the human body into things it probaby shouldn't

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for rosehearts!name i like pairing them up with the spiral.

the spiral is the fear of madness and that your mind is like fooling you.

with rosehearts!name's dependency on the rules, if we take it away from them and basically toss them into the entity who's literal job description is that it has no rules and that there's no common sense, it's probably going to be very easy to drive them crazy.

plus it kinda fits with the unique magic you guys made up for them where they can create a rule that could basically bend reality to their will, very spiral vibes.

and the spiral for me fits the alice in wonderland theme pretty well, with the confusing hallways of heartslabyul reminding me of the Distortion's domain (the Distortion is an avatar of the spiral that has a domain where its just hallways with doors leading to nowhere and everywhere and its super easy to get lost in and disoriented)

also i really like the idea of a distortion!rosehearts!name, i think they deserve to be tall and have knife hands

(feel free to listen to "mag 47 - new door" for a more detailed/better description for the Distortion (also look up fanart, the artists do like an amazing job at portraying the Distortion))

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for kingscholar!name i have a top three: corruption, lonely and the web.

the corruption is the fear of disease and filth, and it's also linked to the feeling of disgust and revulsion. it likes manifesting as bugs, rot, decay and infection.

kingscholar name feels like everyone hates them and all that shenaniganery which makes them feel disgusted about themselves and leads them to view themselves as filth.

one of the avatars of the corruption is jane prentiss, who is a flesh hive. flesh hives are basically zombies who are possessed/infested by silvery parasitic worms. jane sees the worms as her "family" and as the ones who love her unconditionally. now pair a kingscholar!name who's been isolated from their siblings and a Thing that claims to love them and doesn't see them as a burden to the family. mix those two and you get a kingscholar!name who has worms silently burrowing inside them and corrupting them inside out.

(see "mag 32 - hive" for jane prentiss)

the corruption is also associated with unhealthy relationships and "being fond of things that others find vile and disgusting". focusing on the latter part i could also make a connection with kingscholar!name's relationship with mwezi miji as the outlands are seen as disgusting and vile by those in the kingscholar territory (correct me if i'm wrong here) and kingscholar!name feels belonging in the village and the other kids.

the lonely is a pretty obvious fear here, it's the fear of isolation and being disconnected from others. this fear will probably stem from the elders who basically isolated kingscholar!name from their brothers. plus a kingscholar!name with fog powers seems pretty cool to me.

the web meanwhile is the fear of being controlled by someone else, having no free will, being manipulated (also spiders, but thats not really all that relevant here). this one's a just for fun one where kingscholar name is like afraid of the elders finding then and dragging them back to the palace and basically monitoring and controlling them every waking hour of their life.

(both the corruption and the web have ties to bugs and creepy crawlies which i could relate to the unique magic you guys made up for kingscholar!name, especially the corruption with the bug manipulation)

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for ashengrotto name i don't really have anything for them except for maybe the eye and the flesh (i'm sorry my baby TT-TT)

the flesh is the fear of mutilation and your body changing in a way you don't like (its also a fear in animals that are bred for their meat, but that's not relevant). it's very body dysmorphia centered fear. i'm gonna connect this fear to ashengrotto!name's body issues that were unintentionally caused by azul :(( (this fear could also fit little leech with all the self mutilation and self hatred they have)

and as for the eye, the eye is basically the fear of being watched and having you secrets exposed to everyone and it's also linked to the pursuit of knowledge even if it kills you. i think you guys mentioned a unique magic for ashengrotto!name where they just Know things and it's literally just one of the perks/abilities of being an eye avatar and i thought it was funny.

(i'm gonna stop here for now bc just this already took up an entire page in my doc (which i always edit so the margins are all like .50) TT-TT)

- body horror anon

eeee its here its here! still havent gotten around to actually listening to tma but tyty for the recommendations for specifics :DD

yes yes yes lil rosehearts being paired with spiral fits so well :OO my goal was for lil rose to be portrayed as a child who is so reliant on something that, once it is taken away, they are unable to make any sort of decision for themselves. so yes, in a sense they would be driven mad with the endless possibilities they are being exposed to

i love the idea of kingscholar being paired with the corruption the most mainly because of their relationship with mwezi miji folk in the eyes of the elders, if they ever found out about them, that is. in the elders' eyes, the outlanders are horrid folk that have no business being close to kingscholar territory. to them, kingscholar's new friends are nothing but parasites. and then the image of them being a "home" for these parasites is really interesting :O

and lil ashengrotto def fits the flesh since my main idea for them was how they deal with their body images issues :(( and lil leech too who also shares the same body image issues, albeit for different reasons :((

[bbgnyx]

Hey bbg this is my first time on ur profile and I’ve never read any of ur works but I saw ur rqs r open so I’d like to request a Han smut 😼😼😼 idk why but I’m like in love w dry humping so like dom han but like make him whimper and stuff AND GRUELING DETAIL OF HOW GOOD HE FEELS but ples don’t make reader Dom make her sub🙏 (this is my first time requesting so ignore the fact this is super long and I’m rambling) TY IF U USE THIS RQ

a/n: hey anon, thanks for visiting my profile and thanks for this request! i'd appreciate it if you check out my other works aswell, hope you like thiss

genre: smut

warnings: 18+, dry humping, use of babe, baby, hickeys, suggestive at the end, dom!jisung

Jisung had just arrived home from practice, his body glistening with sweat and his muscles tense. The sight of him made your heart race with desire. He suggested a movie night, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of spending intimate time with your boyfriend after what felt like an eternity. As the clock struck 11 pm, you switched on the movie, only to find out that Jisung had chosen a horror film. You weren't particularly fond of scary movies, but you agreed to watch it anyway because it made him happy.

Both of you settled comfortably on the couch with some snacks. As the movie progressed, Jisung noticed your discomfort and patted his lap. "Babe, come here. I'll protect you from the monsters," he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap. Nestling into his embrace, his warm breath caressing your neck, you felt an intoxicating sense of security.

Halfway into the movie, a particularly scary scene causes you to jump. You feel your boyfriend’s grip on you tighten and you assume he’s doing it as reassurance. Another jump scare startled you, causing your body to jolt. This time, however, you heard a deep, primal grunt escape from Jisung's lips. "Stop moving," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I can't help it," you murmured, fully aware of the effect your movements were having on him. Feeling mischievous, you continued to shift beneath the covers, purposefully teasing him further. His breath hitched in his throat as he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, "Hmm, what is my baby doing? I told you to stop moving, but it seems like you're craving punishment, darling." His words sent shivers down your spine, your core throbbing with anticipation and desire.

You passionately lock lips with him, your hands eagerly fumbling with the buckle of his jeans. However, he stops you abruptly. "You won't get a taste of my throbbing cock until you prove to me just how good of a girl you can be by cumming solely from grinding on my jeans, baby," he whispers seductively while sensually sucking on your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark, passionate marks. His words send shivers down your spine, intensifying your desire as you slowly begin to move against his clothed erection, the rough fabric teasing your sensitive spots and leaving you yearning for more. With each thrust, you pick up the pace, continuing to dry hump him with fervor. He wraps his strong hands around your body, guiding your movements with expertise. However, the sounds that follow are not what you anticipated.

You hear your boyfriend emit a soft moan, not just any moan, but a delicate whimper. You're taken aback by the sight of your usual dominant boyfriend succumbing to such submissive sounds. This revelation only heightens your arousal, causing you to grind against him even harder, desperately seeking your own release and craving more of those sinful sounds from Jisung. "Oh, fuck," he moans under his breath, hoping you didn't catch on, but you did. The knowledge that your boyfriend is experiencing the same euphoria as you fills you with an intoxicating sense of pleasure. You maintain your rhythm, relishing in the sweet whimpers escaping your boyfriend's lips, until finally, you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. A small cry escapes your mouth as you climax, your panties drenched with your arousal and liquids.

Jisung's head is thrown back, his eyes filled with desire. "Damn, that was mind-blowing. Maybe I should punish you more often, baby," he says, his voice dripping with lust. You can't help but smirk, wanting to tease him about his moans, but you decide against it, not wanting to provoke his anger. "Now, can I have your throbbing cock, please?" you plead, pouting your lips seductively. Jisung chuckles, his voice low and husky, "How can I resist when you've been such a naughty little vixen?"

also ya'll reminder: im making a taglist, message me if you wanna appear on it!!

[nuzipilled]

I adore the Pacific Rim/Murder Drones Au! :o I wonder if its fine to ask questions.

Who was N's partner that he lost?

Are J and V possibly as well pilots for jaeger's?

OMG @limeinaltime we got fanz

i’m still parsing together the lore™️ but i imagine that in this au the worker drones were built originally to help assemble the jeagers, and then repurposed as pilots as the kaiju threat and human losses grew. the setback was the mechanics of the jeagers were too much for the worker drone’s little bodies, so they needed to be modified to accommodate that—hence disassembly drones. Tessa was the daughter of the ceo at JcJenson who were the original manufacturers of the workers and also a rookie pilot at the time, so it made sense that her drones would be the prototypes. Their AI originally proved to be ineffective when drifting with another drone and so they needed a human counterpart to drift with while the company worked out the kinks in their programming.

it just so happened that because she was so close with with them all and generally just an openhearted, good person she was sort of considered the MacGyver of the jaeger program and was virtually drift compatible with all of them. she would take turns drifting with them in their respective jeagers and training them until their AI was developed enough to be compatible with each other. then i think that N was paired off with V while Tessa stuck with J.

An incident happened shortly afterwards that ended up getting Tessa killed and N was so traumatized by the experience that him and V started to have issues with their drift and he eventually was retired as her partner, with J taking her place. J taunts N about this relentlessly. N was delegated the responsibility of training rookie drones, still in their worker bodies in preparation of their modification so that they can become pilots too and effectively make humans obsolete and therefore safer.

As time goes on, and the threat continues to grow, the company has no choice but to recommission N, but since the incident his terror of stepping back into a jeager hasn’t faded. It is virtually impossible to find somebody that’s compatible.

he ends up taking a liking to Uzi, a spunky, rebellious rookie, whose parents just so happened to also be pilots during the experimental days where jcjenson was still using worker drones as stand ins for humans. Khan also lost his partner, Nori and is very much opposed to the idea of Uzi following in their footsteps because of it. Uzi however is practically foaming at the mouth to get into a mech and eventually, despite her not being modified, N warily to take her to the launch bay for a joyride and finds out to Uzi’s joy and N’s horror that they are drift compatible.

I have more to say on this, but I’m actually driving right now and using voice to text I got so excited to answer this and was afraid that if I let it sit, I’d forget my autistic ponderings. Long story short, to answer your question via incredibly winded ramblings, yes, V and J are also pilots, Tessa was N’s original partner, Then got rotated to V, watched Tessa die And it all went downhill from there. Thank you for the ask, anon!

[cor-lapis]

sorry for my random ramblings but i love that those fucked up orb enemies around elynas r canonically his cells. like what girl?? insane. overall im kinda obsessed w the vibes elynas has as a region. its like body horror except the body (elynas's corspe) loves you (the melusines/his children) v much. like it was such a trip but i was so 👀 the whole time i learned more abt what happened. also i remb my first thought upon going into the melusine village was being confused abt why it was so red 😭😭. and well. ik now.

RIGHT!! Don't apologise anon, I think the same thing but couldn't quite put it into words. After meeting Elynas, I think it really makes Rhinedottir's deal more interesting because it confirms what Durin's scattered lore flavour text implied- that the beings she... pulled from beyond the stars or something?? aren't evil monsters, they just expressed their love of the beauty of the world and being alive in an alien way. But then it's also sad that Elynas had to be shot down and would rather stay dead out of love for his daughters too T_T

Also yeah for real. Entering "A Very Warm Place" and going 'huh, I wonder why it's very warm here! I wonder where else we've seen a felled dragon and an abnormally warm area nearby!' is a moment.

[justabigassnerd]

First Period

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,653

Warnings - periods (not that it should be a warning), mentions of pain meds, reminiscing of Goose and Carole, mentions of death

Summary - not long after turning thirteen, your period strikes for the first time, thankfully you've got your dad by your side

A/N - whaddup y'all it's me with a new fic! This was an anon request and I was given the freedom to pick between Jake or Bradley and I chose good ol' Rooster bc I had a better idea in my head about how Bradley would deal with this kind of situation so yeah (plus I write Hangman daughter fics a lot I needed to give Roo some love) I'm not ruling out doing this kind of scenario with Jake I just might need some time to think on it. Anyways I'll stop rambling. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

When it came closer to your birthday where you’d be turning thirteen, your dad decided to sit you down and talk to you about periods. At first, you had been embarrassed about your dad sitting you down and lecturing you about the female body. But you were grateful when you had a moment to think about it. Since you had no mother figure in your life, having your dad take the time to help you understand what changes your body would go through when you hit puberty meant a lot. You knew most dads would shy away from this subject, but your dad tackled the issue head-on and answered any question you had to the best of his ability.

When the weekend came, Bradley took you to the nearest shop and took you to the aisle that sold period products. He helped you pick out what you needed and didn’t make you feel pressured to pick any type of product so when you picked up a packet of period pads he simply grinned and picked up a couple more of the same packets insisting that it was always good to be prepared and put them in the basket. He heard an elderly woman who was browsing the shampoo behind him utter a few choice words about how Bradley shouldn’t be doing what should be the mother’s job. Bradley knew he should’ve ignored it to set a good example to you, but he took too much pleasure out of turning around and stating that he was a single father and watching as the woman’s expression quickly shifted to one of horror before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and led you out of the aisle.

Not long after you turned thirteen, your period struck for the first time. You had been getting changed in the morning when you saw the blood staining your pyjamas. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad, so you changed into some comfy clothes, putting a pad on and chucked a hoodie on before going downstairs to wash some of your clothes, the pyjamas included. As you hit start on the washing machine, a horrible cramp shot across your stomach and you instinctively put your hand there, applying pressure in the hopes that it would help. When nothing seemed to come of you doing that, you dragged yourself over to the sofa and curled up into a ball, tugging a blanket over you after turning on the tv and hoping it would distract you from the cramps.

“y/n/n, I’m home!” You heard your dad call as he enters the house. Since it was a Saturday, you’d been able to get a lie in and Bradley would take himself to the shop.

“In the living room.” Came your muffled reply. Bradley came through the living room on his way to the kitchen and at the sight of you curled up on the sofa looking incredibly miserable, he put the bags of shopping down and was by your side in an instant, kneeling by the sofa.

“Are you feeling okay, y/n?” Bradley asked worriedly, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, seeing if you had a temperature.

“I’m not sick, dad.” You say, a small smile crossing as you push your dad’s hand away lightly.

“Then what’s wrong?” He asks and you shrug as best you can when lying on your side.

“I’m officially a woman now.” You say, giving half-hearted jazz hands for emphasis. It took your dad a second to understand what you were saying but once it registered, his eyes widened, and he sat back slightly.

“Have you taken any painkillers?” He asks, frowning slightly when you shake your head.

“I just wanted to curl up.” You say, wincing when another cramp shoots through you.

“Okay, I’ll grab you some painkillers. Then I’ll unpack the shopping and make you a hot water bottle to help with your cramps. Does that sound like a plan?” Bradley asks you softly, waiting for you to nod before kissing your forehead and standing up. He heads into the kitchen with the shopping before heading to the bathroom and reappearing with painkillers and a glass of water.

“Did you happen to buy chocolate while you were out?” You ask sheepishly, as you take the pills.

“Funny you should ask. I did. I’ll grab it once I’ve sorted everything out.” Bradley says with a grin, ruffling your hair as you lie back down. Bradley enters the kitchen once more and begins to unpack the shopping after putting the kettle on to boil some water. He finishes unpacking the shopping just as the kettle finishes boiling the water, so he grabs a hot water bottle and fills it with hot water. He returns to the living room with the hot water bottle and a chocolate bar and hands you both items.

“Move over a bit.” Bradley says, waiting for you to shuffle over before sitting where your head had previously been, allowing you to rest your head on his leg. You press the hot water bottle against your stomach and relax at the relief it brings you, easing your cramps. You fix your gaze back on the tv once you’re settled and begin eating the chocolate bar, offering pieces up to your dad occasionally.

“Hey dad, can I ask you a question?” You ask, glancing up at your dad briefly.

“You just did.” He grins as you groan at his joke.

“Okay, okay. What’s your question?” Bradley then asks, turning his full attention to you as you roll onto your back so you can look up at your dad.

“How come you know so much about periods? I know that’s a weird question but most of my friend’s dads wouldn’t go near this subject with a ten-foot pole.” You ask, looking up at your dad, who runs a hand through your hair absentmindedly.

“Your grandma taught me all about it when she figured I was old enough. She wanted me to know so that when I had a girlfriend, wife, daughter, whatever, I’d know how to help. She said there were too many men out there who were disgusted by female anatomy, and she didn’t want me to be like that. She said my dad was the best at taking care of her on a rough day, so I vowed to do my best by her. And now I want to do my best by you.” Bradley explains, thinking about Carole and how she raised him to be a model gentleman and now he’d use the knowledge she gave him to teach you how you should be treated by anyone you meet in your life.

“Grandma sounds like she was awesome. Grandpa too.” You mumble, wishing you could’ve gotten to know your grandparents.

“They were. And they would’ve loved you so much. They would’ve spoiled you rotten.” Bradley says softly with a gentle smile on his face as he imagines how his parents would’ve been overjoyed at your existence. He thought about how Goose would’ve taught you how to play ‘Great Balls of Fire’ sitting you on top of the piano as he played the way he did with Bradley when he was younger. He thought about how Carole would’ve doted on you, she would’ve taken you on regular girl nights out and helped you with boy problems, swearing herself to secrecy and not telling Bradley or Goose about anything.

“Am I not spoiled enough by Mav and the Daggers?” You tease, making Bradley chuckle lightly as he shakes his head.

“Your grandparents had their own level of spoiling someone.” Bradley says, remembering how Goose would buy Carole a rose every time they reunited after a deployment. And how Bradley had always been gifted a souvenir that his dad had managed to pick up. His most precious was the toy F-14 that Goose had gifted him when he and his mother went to visit Goose in Miramar mere days before his death. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Bradley turns his attention back to you, smiling down at you as you grin back up at him.

“Are you feeling any better?” Bradley then asks, noticing that you haven’t squirmed or winced in pain in a while.

“A little. I feel off but the pain meds and hot water bottle definitely helped.” You admit, taking another chunk of chocolate and popping it into your mouth after you speak.

“You could always take a nap if you wanted. I know they helped my mum.” Bradley says softly, running his hand through your hair once more. You went to protest but a yawn slipped past your lips before you could get a word out. Bradley raised an eyebrow with a smile and you turned on your side once more, allowing Bradley to freely run his hand through your hair, a technique he learnt when you were little that put you to sleep fairly quickly. Bradley kept his focus on the tv while he ran his hand through your hair, smiling to himself when he heard your slowed breaths, indicating to him that you’d given in to the clutches of sleep.

Bradley smoothed some of your hair out of your face before focusing back on the tv again. His mind began to wander. He thought of his parents and how much he missed them. He thought of how they’d have the answers to parenting that he didn’t. Then his thoughts became more positive when he looked down at you curling further into the blanket and nuzzling your cheek against his leg. He thought of how Carole had prepared him for life as best she could before she passed on. He thought of you sleeping peacefully by his side. And he thought of how he was going to use every piece of life knowledge he was given by his mother to give you the best life he could.