#and that is just completely off the rails

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae!! I keep rereading the overprotective poly marauders fic I love it sm 🫶 can I please request another one it can tie into casual dominance marauders if you want I don’t mind I just can’t get them off my mind. Thanks babe!!

Hi lovely!! So this went a bit off the rails, I had different intentions for it at first but then somehow it became very serious and the boys not so much overprotective as reasonably upset....all in all, I'm not super happy with it but I didn't want to throw it out, I'd be happy to write another overprotective one for you if you'd like!

cw: sexual assault

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

You walk out of your office feeling odd and off-kilter. Your mind seems addled, unable to complete one thought before jumping to the next, and something prickles just underneath your skin that feels like anger and shame and also like panic. 

Your boyfriends are waiting for you, idling at the curb. You’re supposed to go straight from here to the cinema, and you tell yourself you’ll feel better afterwards. Even if not, you have until Monday before you have to deal with this, if you deal with it at all. You may not. You’re not sure. You can’t think straight. 

“Hey, angel,” James says as you get in, and it’s immediately obvious your upset has already been noticed. Probably as soon as you walked outside, your boyfriends observing you through the car windows. Remus, in the driver’s seat, and Sirius, sitting beside you in the back, are both charily silent. “How was work?” 

“It was fine,” you reply. Your voice sounds off even to your own ears, but no one comments as Remus puts the car in drive. 

“Ready for the weekend?” James imbues his voice with a light sort of commiseration. You try to smile for him. 

No one is more surprised than you when a sob chokes you instead. You hide your face in your hands, tears already leaking out from between your lashes. 

“God, sorry.” 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sirius asks, unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching for you. Remus pulls into a parking spot just by the exit and shuts off the engine, turning around in his seat. “Baby.” Sirius wraps his arm around your shaking shoulders, squeezing tight. He sounds anxious. “Did something happen?” 

The worst of your crying passes like a summer storm, over as quickly as it started. Your emotions gone haywire. You lean into Sirius, and he clicks the buckle on your seatbelt for you, pulling you the rest of the way. 

“You’re scaring me,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline. “Tell us why you’re upset, angel, please.” 

“I think,” you mumble, face and eyes burning, “my boss grabbed my butt.” 

You say it quieter than a whisper, but you know they’ve all heard. The silence that follows is so complete you could hear a pin drop. 

“What?” James asks. His throat sounds dry. 

You hear Remus sigh. “Oh, sweetheart.” The vinyl of his seat squeaks as he shifts. “When did this happen?” 

“Just now,” you answer. 

“Right.” Sirius’ arms had gone tense around you, but now they fall away completely. He moves for his door. “I’ll be back.” 

“Don’t,” you plead. You worry he will anyway, but Remus locks the doors from the front seat. 

Sirius cuts a glare his way, truly scary with the way wrath seems to gleam in his gray irises. He unlocks his door manually, and Remus locks it again. 

“We can’t be rash,” he says, his own tone sharper than you think is intended for anyone in the car. “We have to think this through.” 

“What’s there to think about?” Sirius snaps. James reaches behind his seat, taking your hand and rubbing comfortingly. “He’s just inside!” 

“You think I don’t want to go in there too?” Remus gives him a look that’s a short fall from incredulous. “But if we have to call the police, it won’t help if you’ve already had a go at him.” 

Your head spins. You hadn’t even thought of calling the police. You hadn’t really gotten past going to the cinema. 

“What do you mean, you think he grabbed you, sweetheart?” James' voice is pointedly kinder than the others, and Remus takes a deep breath, calming himself. 

“I don’t know, I just—I feel like I can’t be sure—” 

“That’s alright.” Remus' voice is slower now. Soothing. “Why don’t you tell us how it happened?” 

“I, um.” You swallow. James strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. “I was looking at something on his computer, because he said he wasn’t getting my emails and I thought they might be going to his spam. He was sitting behind me in his chair, and we were talking and his hand, like, squeezed—” your brain tries to shake off the memory, and you shudder along with it “—and then he just kept talking like nothing happened. It was so fast I’m not sure it even did--” 

“Baby.” 

You don’t realize you’re tripping over your words until Sirius’ voice cuts through them. You look at him, and his eyes are already on yours, fierce but solid. 

“Did you feel him touch you?” he asks. 

You rub your lips together. “Yeah,” you murmur. 

Your boyfriend’s expression pinches, but his gaze is steady. “Then he did. Trust yourself. You know what happened.” 

This provokes another wave of tears, less tempestuous than the first but somehow more painful. You wouldn't have expected any one of your boyfriends to blame you, not if you’d thought about it, but you haven’t had time to think yet and the relief that they’re so wholly on your side makes your heart feel cracked open. 

“Dove, I’m so sorry,” Remus says. He’s frowning, a well-worn line etched between his brows. You hate to put it there. “What do you want to do? Do you know if you can contact HR?” 

“I don’t know,” you admit, pliable to Sirius’ ministrations as he tucks you securely under one arm and uses the other to thumb at your salty cheeks. “I feel a bit silly. It was a small thing, I don’t think it’s worth a bunch of fuss.” 

“It’s not a small thing,” says James, uncharacteristically severe. “It’s a big thing—a really fucked up thing, that he did—and it’s worth a lot of fuss. A lot.” He leans around his seatback, pressing a firm kiss to your hand. “It’s just a matter of how much fuss you’re willing to go through with, sweetheart. It’s up to you. We can go through HR, we can go to the police. There’s still the option of just going in there and roughing him up to be sure it doesn’t happen again.” He smiles wryly. It looks like it takes effort. “I’m very game for that option. We know Sirius is ready.” 

Sirius makes an affirming humph sound against the side of your head. You try to smile back at James. 

“I think maybe…HR?” Your voice is tentative. “I have a friend, Marcella, who I think would be nice about it.” You realize as it comes out of your mouth what a low bar that is, but that’s the reality of your situation. 

“Do you know if she’s still here?” Remus asks. 

You feel your brow wrinkle. “I think so…” 

Remus unlocks the doors, and James gets out. You barely manage to squeak out a “Wait” before the door shuts behind him. 

You turn to Remus. “Where’s he going?” 

“To find Marcella,” he says. “It’s better that they know when it’s just happened, dovey, but you don’t have to deal with it right now. That’s why James is going instead.” 

You nod. It makes sense, even if the reality of it all makes tears press at your throat again. 

“My sweet girl.” Sirius holds you tight, mashing a kiss into the side of your head. “I’m so sorry this happened, baby. I’m sorry we weren’t there to protect you.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” you murmur, turning in his arms to hug him properly. He seems pleased with this development, and squeezes you ferociously. “You can’t always be with me. And it’s not your responsibility.” 

“Careful what you say.” Sirius seems to muster up some humor, a teasing edge to his tone. “I’ll get us one of those big shirts so the four of us can fit in it together, and then you’ll never be rid of us.” 

“It’s our job to look after you,” says Remus, firm but kind. “It’s true we can’t be with you all of the time, but I’m glad you felt comfortable telling us this. Thank you, sweetheart.” 

You’re about to dismiss his thanks when James gets back in the car, this time in the back seat instead of the front. 

“Did you see him?” Sirius asks immediately, scooching the both of you over to make room. 

“No, he must’ve left right after her.” James looks unhappy, but his touch is gentle as always as he takes your waist in both hands, easing you off of Sirius’ lap and into the seat between them. Sirius sighs but doesn’t complain, likely knowing he’s had more than his fair share of your comfort. 

“Marcella was nice, though,” James says. “She arranged for you to have the morning off on Monday, and she’ll call you then to hear from you what happened. We can be with you, if you like.” 

“Monday.” You blow out a slow breath, though it doesn’t do much to keep your throat from contracting in panic. “Okay, that sounds good. Thank you.” 

“No worries, angel.” James rubs your thigh, watching you carefully. “You doing okay?” 

“Yeah, sorry.” Your voice squeaks, and you cover your eyes with a hand. Sirius whines and kisses your shoulder. You try to laugh, but it comes out wet. “I think this might just keep happening for a while.” 

“Oh, honey, it’s okay,” Remus coos, reaching out a hand to set on the top of your head. He scratches at your scalp with his fingernails the way he knows you like. “It makes sense to be upset. We’ll get you through this, alright? Let us look after you for a bit.” 

[bigfatbimbo]

It's been 84 years whoops I live. Someone said something at you about Vox railing them and listen, listen my beloved that is not an indication of dominance for him past the first minute of fucking. He thinks he's hot shit and demands to stay on top this time like he's got something to prove (he does) but within minutes his thrusts are so sloppy and uneven because he can't keep himself under control. He's collapsed forward and clinging to you like a lifeline while his hips just keep jolting forward without his say so. All his bravado from the start has devolved into humiliated whining that it feels so good, too good, begging you to please please please keep taking him he can't stop please mommy he needs to cum in you so bad. Any attempts he makes to collect himself just lead to him whining even louder when he can't. Anyway thats my essay on subtop vox technically doing the railing while also falling apart and begging the entire time thank u for ur consideration.

-MG

18+ minors dni

MG!!! Great to have you back brother, always leaving good shit in my inbox, dear lord. I don’t think I talk about subtop Vox on this blog enough because like it’s just so… Vox.

If you’re a naturally dominate partner then he would absolutely insist on topping or domming at least, like, five+ times. And most of that time, they would have the same result. Because Vox talks a big game, but in action it’s almost embarrassing how fast he unravels.

He would be so cocky at first, talking to you in that condescending manner, “Aw, is poor y/n upset they’re not in control for once—“ que sinister snickering “—Oh doll, you’re just gonna have to get used to it.”

You know what, he’s actually doing okay the first few thrusts, that is, until he’s not. And you two are only a few minutes in too, what a shame. It’s true, maybe you weren’t humoring him as much as he’d like you to be, but his frustration is almost an afterthought when compared to how tight you feel around him, how mind numbing the pleasure was.

But that can’t be right, Vox needed to do this right. If there’s one thing he was, he was competent, right? But you don’t even have to make a comment on the situation, although you’ve absolutely noticed, for him to start having to bite back whines.

“Fuck—zzh,” He’d curse before he sinks down, only propping himself up by an elbow as his body shudders above yours.

“Do you need any help, baby?” Your comment is sweet, too sweet. He can’t tell if it was meant to condescend him or not and, frankly, given the way your allowing him to hump into you like dog, he finds himself not caring as much as he should.

Instead he just grunts, before letting out a short staticky whine, and rutting into you more before stopping short, body shivering, muttering curse words under his breath.

At that point, it would only take a “It’s okay, sweetheart. You tried!” For him to fully collapse onto you. His bravado has been completely diminished, and the worst part is even Vox knows that there was virtually no way of winning back dominance. Not after that embarrassing display.

“Bit off more than you could chew?” Well, that was clearly condescending on your part this time.

“No that’s not—zzh, I— fuck—“ He whines, clinging onto your sides as his hips jolt into you, chasing the pleasure in his dick subconsciously, “I can’t stop, fuck, mommy please— ah shzzz, cant stop!”

Even with his full body weight on you, he doesn’t slow down or soften up, instead fully using you as a lifeline while he fucks into you with growing humiliation. His battle has officially been lost, as it is most times with you. There’s no point when you can see through his facade, so he gives in with his tail between his legs.

He’d practically beg you to let him come inside you, because hasn’t he tried so hard? “Mommy, please, please, I need it inside— Can’t—“ He has trouble articulating these words between static and buffering. When you finally tell him he’s allowed, you resist praising him too much, aka: calling him a good boy because, I mean, he did fail at the one thing he promised he would do.

But you still park him on the shoulder and reassure him it was okay because, after all, he looks cuter when he’s all fucked out, anyways.

[teratosubmission]

Have you ever considered how your relationship with a monster could be judged by your community?

TW: racism

You’d think that a world where humans and monsters freely mix would make it easy to pursue inter-monster relations, but the truth is that old barriers die hard.

From the moment you got with your Monster BF, you’ve attracted an array of criticism. Guys that complain about you ‘stepping out’ instead of getting with someone of your own species. People and monsters who couldn’t accept that you could be with someone significantly bigger and stronger than you without it being ‘icky’. People who try to ‘psychoanalyze’ you, calling you all sorts of insults thinly veiled as medical and political jargon.

And your Loving BF had to endure such insults from the monster community, as well. Continually mocked for being so ‘weak’ He could only handle the frailest of races, not being monster enough to handle one of His own kind. Hurled accusations of exploiting a weak human, that He relished in such an exploitative power imbalance. Insinuations of fetishizing a creature He could easily control.

They couldn’t be farther from the truth. Granted, He is more than plenty for you, which you absolutely adored, and He loved overpowering you with His mind-blowing lovemaking. But that was only part of the equation. They didn’t see how your personalities meshed together as a unit. They didn’t see his beautiful little quirks, and how cutely He responded to your own. They couldn’t see how He just… gets you. Like a piece that just fell in perfectly completing you. You loved Him for who he was, and He loved you for who you are, and that chemistry was what made everything special. Including the bedroom.

But lately, its like no matter where you go, you cant escape the judgements and microaggressions. The two of you could go out to a restaurant together and you would feel all the waiters do a double take. Maybe your tea glass stays empty most of the time as they prefer to avoid the awkwardness of addressing a human and monster together. Maybe their attitude is a little off, as their reactions to this ‘uncanny’ relationship range from apprehensive curiosity to downright hostile.

You’d be hyper-aware of your bruising when your Monster S/O rails you a little too hard. You’d happily claim them as badges of honor, but you’ve been cornered by one too many humans ‘concerned’ that Your Monster may be taking advantage of you. And despite your refutations and continued defense of Your Lovely BF, its starting to get to your head.

You can feel the eyes everywhere, the silent judgement from both humans and monsters. When you showed up to his workplace to surprise him, you got ignored by the monsters, assuming you were some thirsty bitch hoping to harass one of their workers. When He showed up to yours, your coworkers refused, without even consulting you, assuming someone like you would -never- allow yourself in the clutches of a monster like Him. When you bitched them out for that, they doubled down, even though they’ve let other S/O’s visit.

You love your Monster Boyfriend to death, and you know that part of being in a relationship is to deal with all the hardships together and be stronger from it. But it’s like an eternal pressure building against you: never letting up, never letting go, and it feels like someday it's going to topple over and bury you. You wish you never had to deal with this at all.

And from how crushed He's been looking lately as well, it’s been getting to Him, too.

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐗

( I CURSE YOU FOREVER IN NAME, I BLESS YOU FOREVER IN DEATH. )

chara : blade fandom : honkai star rail quote cr : blasphemous a/n : blade could be completely ooc and i would not know 10/10. please note this is solely based off reading his lore for like. 10 minutes. idk him otherwise

ACT 01 :

the first time yingxing dies, you grieve. you grieve the loss of a friend, a lover, a home. a lifetime of memories cherished, forsaken. forlorn.

you remember that life fondly. that flicker of serenity in his eyes, the far and few moments of peace shared in deep intimacy. it is bittersweet, you think, and the bile rises in your throat, burns and burns and burns until it gnaws at the ache in your being.

something lingers in your throat. a different kind of burn, a different kind of hurt. the taste of iron and rust. it chokes you, and you cannot tell if it is blood or words unspoken.

you swallow, anyway, and it poisons you. a deep inhale, exhale. you open your eyes.

yingxing is not here. of course he isn't ; he has been gone for far too long. instead, your gaze meets one of coldness and cruelty, of crimson and reds, of a love gone wrong. your hands shake, but it is not from fear.

still, you smile.

"i wish you would just die, blade." you whisper the words like it is a holy mantra, but the higher beings have heard it all too many times before, and what is holy is meant to be sacred, and what is sacred is meant to be spoken in tongues. "i wish you would just die."

blade tilts his head, expression unchanging. somewhere in that red, there may still be love, but it is drowned in strange apathy, and somewhere in the traces of unbelonging, there is sorrow.

ACT 02 :

but love is not always everlasting. it is a flux and flow, and what was once gentle and kind twists into something of faint resentment and the knowing of defeat. it's all love in the end, they'll tell you, but you know in your heart, that it's not what it once was.

your fates are intertwined. you remember telling yingxing this, your lips against his as you held back a soft laugh, murmuring words of affection in a moment you thought would last forever. but that forever was not meant for you.

your forever-- blade's forever, is this cycle of life and death : one who wishes to live yet dies over and over again, and one who wishes to die but lives forever. you have died too many times, reincarnated, yet blade is the one to always stay. one lover, destined for death, and the other, cursed with the blessing of immortality.

you find yourself in his arms again, but there is no ease of the heart. it feels like home-- familiar, yet there is no warmth. you stay, anyway, because he's all you know, and he's all you'll ever know.

"why can't i just forget?" you whisper, and you feel his body stiffen against yours. "is it not enough to suffer at the hands of death? why do i have to remember you and every part of you that has long departed? why do i have to keep watching you lose yourself more and more?"

you hate him. you hate him, you hate him you hate him. you wish he would just die, you wish he would just go so he could be free from it all because you love him. you love him, you do, even if all of this kills you. your body trembles. your eyes sting, and so you bury your face in the crook of his neck, ashamed, and he feels the warmth that trails from your cheek and onto his skin.

he holds you closer. his jaw clenches. he says nothing because he can't. because there is nothing to be said, nothing to be done. he has tried to distance himself in the hopes of saving you, but your souls are fated to be, meant for the suffering.

he kisses your temple, reverent. an apology, unspoken.

he hopes you hear it, somehow. he hopes you hear and feel every apology, every ounce of regret and love and grief and remorse. you were never meant to grow old and gray together, always meant for doom & damnation.

blade is not one for hope. but just this once, and only this once, he hopes that one day, you will find each other after the passing, and in another life, a life so very different from this wretched one, you will have a happy ending together.

[electrikworm]

Thanks for the request @sadiecoocoo! Hope you like it :)

Fallen brother

Relationships: Hunter & Wrecker

Content Warnings: Blood and Injury, Needles

Summary:

Wrecker's fear of heights have taken a turn for the worse since Tech's death. When he freezes up during a mission, he and Hunter end up having a conversation about it.

Word count: 1,588

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Work Text:

Of course this would turn out to be another dead end. Wrecker huffs as he turns back to shoot at their pursuers. All it's netted them is another band of criminals wanting them dead, and brought them no step closer to finding Omega or Crosshair.

Wrecker almost runs into Hunter as he stops dead in his tracks. “What are you doing?”

Hunter gestures forwards to the narrow walkway they've come across. A good ten meter drop to the warehouse floor lies beneath it. “A way around would take too long. Can you handle it?”

Wrecker scoffs, firing further shots at the enemies behind them. “Of course I can handle it.” They've crossed worse drops, and Wrecker can pull himself together if his siblings lives depend on it. And Crosshair and Omega's lives depended on everything they do to find them.

He makes it halfway across the walkway before he looks down. It shouldn't be a problem, it really shouldn't. He's gotten better with heights over the years. But suddenly, Wrecker's breath catches in his throat and his body feels heavier than lead. He feels sick, can't seem to get any air into his lungs.

All he can think of is Tech, falling, falling to a death Wrecker failed to prevent. Wrecker grips the railing in front of him, distantly aware of a metallic clang that accompanies the action. The awareness of his surroundings start to dull as all Wrecker can see is his brother, separated by the broken half of the rail cart, hanging above a drop Wrecker was too slow to save him from.

Pain erupts somewhere along his right side. Wrecker can't bring himself to care. It's loud, but Wrecker can barely hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears and the erratic way he's breathing.

Time seems to slow as Wrecker relives that awful moment. How long has he been standing there? Minutes, hours? Wrecker can't remember why he's there in the first place.

Something grabs Wrecker's arm, pulling him to the side forcefully. He lets himself be dragged, and when something is shoved into his arms, he takes it without objection. Wrecker gets his eyes to focus on the back of the head, or rather helmet, of the person dragging him.

That's right, he's with Hunter. He trusts Hunter. Wrecker lets his brother guide him where ever he wants to. He knows Hunter won't lead him the wrong way.

Pulling Wrecker into the Marauder and forcing him to sit, Hunter quickly gets the ship off planet.

The mission had gone to osik enough without Wrecker having a shut-down mid fight. They can't afford slip ups like this, not when Omega's life and safety is on the line. Hunter's about to storm back to where he left Wrecker, but takes a moment to breath. As annoyed as Hunter is, taking that frustration out on his little brother isn't fair. Hunter knows Wrecker's scared of heights, it's not like this came completely out of the blue.

Still, Wrecker hasn't been this bad in ages, if ever. He just froze up, even dropped his blaster onto the walkway. Hunter shakes his head. Of all the days, Wrecker could have hardly picked a worse one to have such an intense reaction to his fear.

Hunter sighs. He can't hide in the cockpit forever, if only because Wrecker got shot and needs to be treated. Doing his best to push his anger aside, Hunter retrieves their medkit and rejoins his vod. Wrecker hasn't moved.

“Get those off.” Hunter orders, tapping Wrecker's helmet and backplate respectively. “I need to take a look at your back.”

When Wrecker pulls his helmet off, the last bit of frustration in Hunter's chest dissipates. Guilt twists his little brother's face, Wrecker no doubt already beating himself up internally about the situation. The backplate and breastplate come off together. Hunter sits down behind Wrecker, helping him ease his shirt off.

A patchwork of older and newer injuries are exposed as the clothing item is removed. Hunter sighs. There's a reason their medkit weighs barely anything right now. The two of them have been going through medical supplies faster than ever. They'll have to restock soon, but Hunter worries they might not have the credits to do so.

Hunter pulls on sterile gloves before inspecting the newest injury his vod sustained. The blaster wound is right near Wrecker's right shoulder blade, and the cauterization from the shot has already been torn through by movement. Blood trickles down Wrecker's back. Hunter wipes some of it away.

“You need stitches.” Hunter says. They've ran out of any sort of numbing agent weeks ago, so Hunter's words serve as a warning. Wrecker will know the pain he's in for from that warning alone. Wrecker just nods. Hunter guesses it's the guilt he feels that stops him from complaining about the needle involved in the process. “You're going have to tell me what the kark happened back there.”

Wrecker shrugs. Hunter shakes his head as he lines the needle up with the edge of the injury. Blaster wounds are never fun to stitch. But Wrecker barely flinches as Hunter starts working.

“What made this time worse than other times you've been high up?” Hunter tries again. He's gotten better at saying the right thing since they picked up Omega, but it's far from being one of his skills. Wrecker says nothing, but the next time Hunter pulls the needle through his skin, he makes a noise dangerously close to a sob.

Hunter immediately stops. “Osik, did I hit a nerve?” Another thing Hunter had never been the best at is giving stitches. Wrecker shakes his head, followed by what is definitively a sob. “Wrecker?”

Hunter can smell the tears before he can see them. He awkwardly tries to get a look at his brother's face without pulling on the unfinished stitches on Wrecker's back. Wrecker's face is twisted by pain as he cries.

Hunter feels at a loss for words. What brought this on? Wrecker's been stable and in control this whole time. If Hunter's honest, Wrecker's the only reason he hasn't fallen apparat entirely himself. Hunter doesn't know what to do.

“Wrecker?” He asks again. Hunter quickly begins the next stitch on the wound, but leaves the needle in the skin. Hardly comfortable for Wrecker, but Hunter can't think of a better way to secure the half-finished first-aid attempt. He removes the bloody gloves before crouching in front of Wrecker. The large clone seems to look right past him. Hunter puts a hand on Wrecker's arm, taking care to be gentle.

“I couldn't stop seeing him.” Wrecker forces out between sobs.

“Wrecker?”

“Tech. I kept seeing him falling.” Wrecker's inhaling in short gasps by now, turning his face away from Hunter. The fresh reminder of their fallen brother intensifies the constant ache in Hunter's chest.

“Breath, kih'vod.” Hunter says, trying his best to remain calm for his brother. He runs his hand along Wrecker's arm.

“It's my fault.” Wrecker's voice sounds so small, faltering around those words. Hunter sits next to Wrecker and pulls him into a hug, not really knowing any other way to ease his brother's anguish.

“It's not. It could never be.” Hunter speaks softly as Wrecker cries, face buries in Hunter's neck. Hunter had never considered blaming Wrecker for Tech's death, hadn't considered that Wrecker would blame himself either. If anyone is to blame, it's Hunter. He's the leader, or was during the war at least, so he should have slammed the breaks on the risky mission. Taking care to avoid the needle still in his brother's back, Hunter tightens his grip on Wrecker.

“Should have done something to save him...” Wrecker mumbles. The tears are still flowing freely, but his breathing is a little more consistent.

“Listen to me Wrecker.” Hunter's aware that tears have started rolling down his own face as well. “If you had enacted plan 99 and died, would you want any of us to blame ourselves for not stopping you?”

Wrecker pauses for a moment, inhaling shakily, before shaking his head.

“See?” Hunter fights against how his voice threatens to crack. “Tech knew what he was doing, knew the risks. We all did.”

The next sob that tears itself from Wrecker's throat hits Hunter hard, and he losses the fight to keep back one of his own. “I miss him so much, Hunter.” Wrecker says weakly.

“I do too.” Hunter barely manages to force out, pressing his cheek to his brother's head.

It takes a long while for either of them to calm down. When they do, Hunter's face hurts and his throat feels raw. He doubts Wrecker feels any better. Hunter finishes off tending to Wrecker's injury, and they both end up on the sleeping rack, Wrecker's head resting in Hunter's lap.

Wrecker falls asleep fast, the emotions of their tearful conversation having worn him out. He looks pained even in his sleep. Hunter frowns. The last few weeks have been terrible, full to the brim with stress and pain with barely any successes or moments of peace. Wrecker won't stop blaming himself for Tech's death just because of one conversation, Hunter knows that. He's not been the best brother since Eriadu, has he? He should have noticed that something's been eating at Wrecker.

Hunter sighs, carefully putting his hand on Wrecker's. He'll have to keep a better eye on him from now on. The last thing Hunter wants is to watch another of his little brothers die.

[izzyspussy]

The Burden Easy: Crew & Izzy + Omegaverse (5/15)

Summary:

Bitching is one of the worst things a person can do to a fellow human being, tantamount to rape even if they don't force a mating bond while they're at it. The transition is painful, the dominance of the act humiliating, but beyond that an alpha who is forced to become an omega will almost always succumb to dysphoria and despair and, unless prevented, will take their own life.

But Izzy's always been a fucking contrarian. He's gonna be just fine.

CONTENT WARNINGS TYPICAL TO THE GENRE APPLY

Excerpt:

The Captain of the Revenge is a specter, a poltergeist, the leftover impression of the monster he still professes himself to be and to have always been. Most of the time the only evidence of his presence on board is the fear of the men thick in the air as they wait for him to make his next physical appearance. There's no guarantee he will or won't show himself, except for the daily raid. Izzy himself grudgingly obeys Frenchie's order to hang back until his transition finishes and he can stand for more than twenty minutes without bursting into tears or vomiting over the rail. As such, he's cursed to watch Edward stand completely still in the middle of every battle, weapons down at his sides if not completely holstered, finishing off any man who falls already defeated into his range with dull, dead-eyed indifference. Porcelain and pearls crunch under Izzy's weight as he finds the best of the vantage points he can still reach, gun out, hoping the way his hands shake now won't have him shoot through the wrong skull if someone goes for Ed like it almost seems he wants them to. When Edward haunts the deck off-raid, Izzy is a ghost to him too. A shadow. A dead thing lingering, invisible, desperate, and pathetic, past the ending of its life. Izzy continues to live and change, whether Edward deigns to see him or not. His own altered scent frequently chokes him - a strange lightened up and sweetened doppelganger of his old scent with hints of the same twisted mirror of Ed's, the alpha who injected part of his body into Izzy's to change it on his fucking whim. Who made Izzy his bitch and then didn't even claim him even though Izzy immediately went into fucking heat for him. Now Izzy stinks of that, will be identifiable forever by how Edward doesn't respect him and doesn't want him either.

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꒰ ୨୧ AFTER HOURS | A NSFW EVENT ꒱

what’s this about. a nsfw collab made by yours truly. this is a multi-fandom collab where you can submit a oneshot, drabble, or headcanons from up to five characters. oneshots must contain one character unless it is a threesome. after you’ve read the rules, you may check what fandoms are allowed for this collab and the au’s you can pick from.

rules. please be wary that i am 17 going on 18 this year. no incest / stepcest or r.pe or non / dubcon are allowed, it makes me uncomfortable. if you write it to cope, i completely understand and apologize for banning it from this event. but themes such as yandere or possessive tendencies are allowed. basic dni applies. if you’re a minors dni blog, please do not interact with me as i’m still a minor myself. characters must be 18+ please. no aging up or characters without a timeskip. i will not take any exceptions. 18+ characters only. send an ask off-anon to join the event ! just tell me what au and character you’re planning to write for and i’ll mark you down.

fandoms. genshin impact, honkai: star rail, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock, haikyuu, hunterxhunter, attack on titan.

alternate universes. yandere, workplace, fantasy, dystopian, fairytale, canon, royalty, college.

participants.

luma: helping hands — professor!dan heng x fem!reader

[nethhiri]

Siren Charms: Chapter 9

Zoro x Siren!Reader

Sea King

Luffy, Usopp, Brooke, and Chopper were fishing without much luck. You were watching from your post, serving as shade for Nami and Robin, with your wings held over them both while they relaxed on deck. You felt kinda bad for them. You knew how it felt to hunt with no reward. An idea formed in your head. Nami groaned as you gave up being her shade and went to where they were fishing and looked into the water. Not a fish to be seen. Luffy was lamenting their lack of luck, about to give up completely. 

"I can try something." You looked at Luffy for permission.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a Sea King!"

You grinned. "I can get you one." 

"Really?!" Luffy's eyes were wide. "Do it! Do it! Do it!"

You perked up, very eager to make him happy. You took off running down the deck with a huge smile on your face, jumping off the railing to take to the sky. Flying just over the water's surface, you let the very edges of your wings skim the waves, slapping them as your wings flapped. They watched as you flew back and forth several times, the excitement fading as it went on for some time. Just as Luffy was about to get bored, you let one of your wings drag in the water and suddenly shot upward. A huge shadow appeared under the water's surface, breaching the water, enormous jaws snapping in your direction. It fell back into the waves with a thundering splash. 

"WHOA!" Luffy exclaimed. 

"I didn't think she could do it," Usopp said. 

You doubled back, baiting the Sea King to go after you again. It barreled after you, but this time when it breached the surface, you maneuvered into a backflip, slowing down enough that you were above it instead of in front. You matched your speed with the hulking beast, grabbing one of the large spines that erupted from the scales on its back. You pressed yourself nearly flat on its back, tucking your wings hard against you, gripping with your thighs. You pulled your mask and goggles over your face, bracing for the impact of the ocean as the beast dove back into the water. 

"I wanna do that!" Usopp had to hold the back of Luffy's shirt as he threatened to go overboard. 

Luffy was the only one watching that didn't gasp. 

"She's crazy!" Nami yelled. 

"She's gonna drown!" Chopper was clutching his fishing net nervously. 

"I volunteer if she needs mouth to mouth." Sanji leaned on the railing, daydreaming. 

The feeling of the water rushing past you was exhilarating. This was something you used to do when you were younger for fun as a challenge. Sometimes you could travel using them, though you had to go wherever they went without a way to steer them. When it surfaced again, you let out a cheer and waved to the boat. The beast realized that you were on its back, rearing up and falling backwards into the water, trying to smash you against the surface. You were far too resilient for that to work. The next time it came out of the water, you jumped from its back, a bit slower now that your wings were wet. You flew towards the ship with the Sea King right behind you.

"Luffy! You ready?"

You skidded to a stop on the deck, turning to watch Luffy punch the Sea King so hard, it immediately went down. 

"Woohoo! We're eatin good tonight!" 

You watched as Luffy enlisted Zoro to help Sanji butcher the thing. It was very entertaining to watch them bicker with each other, even more entertaining to watch Zoro chop the beast to pieces without breaking a sweat. You returned to your post as shade umbrella; the sun would help dry your feathers out. Plus, you were learning more about them as Nami and Robin chatted back and forth. You couldn't help but look at Robin's book over her shoulder. 

"It's rude to do that you know."

"Huh?"

"To read over someone's shoulder."

"Oh. I didn't know. But I can't read most of it, only this part." You put your finger over the poneglyphics. The simpler words in the common language you could recognize. 

"You can read that?"

You nodded. "We don't have very much written, but the statues or monuments we do have, have this kind of writing." Most everything was directly passed down from your mentor. Only the specific gathering places had remnants of the old culture. 

Robin flipped to a page with a cube, covered in writing. "Do you have one of these?" 

"No. Never seen one." 

"How very interesting." 

After a pause you added, "Sorry for reading over your shoulder." 

Robin gave you a warm smile. "It's quite alright. You didn't know."

Later that evening, the crew ate well. And you learned that Luffy could eat a whole Sea King, as he said. You had a plate yourself, though it didn't satisfy your hunger. Waiting again, for everyone to go to bed, you set off to find something more appetizing, especially after expending so much energy. And again, gray eyes were watching. 

[mimiatmidnight]

Class reductionism is so funny because it will bring you a socialist saying full-heartedly, "Stop defending that Black woman from racism. Don't you know there are people who are underpaid!!" Like I'm dead this woman actually said, "Guys this is Not A Good Look™ 😕"

Grace, my comrade . . . people have the ability to care about two things at once. And no, economic violence against poor white women is not any more important than racist violence against wealthy Black women.

Disrespectfully, shut the fuck up <3

[krysmcscience]

Oh, hey, remember these cute lil kiddos who totally aren't evil or anything?

Yeah, they're in color now. And still very much actually evil.

pay no mind to the lazy background behind the orphans

Some more headcanon rambles under the cut:

Prior deets are here.

I've thought a little bit more about each Bishop's backstory kinda? But not too much - mostly just deciding how they met, and having fun assigning deaths to their families to allow for a continued cycle of abuse (in a sense). Each of the Bishops' families died in a way that relates to their eventual domains as gods, enabling them to lash out at others with the very things that left them as orphans. Because I'm nice to characters like that. And by nice I mean horrible. :D

Shamura:

Shamura's parents were already part of a cult, and had learned too much about a group of enemy heretics they'd been spying on, and thus their rather large family was slaughtered alongside the rest of the family's cult in the midst of the ongoing war. Shamura had been away to run an errand before the attack, and thus was unable to do anything about it (in parallel to how they did very little to protect their siblings from both Narinder and the Lamb). They were very close to their family, and the loss drove them to start finding new family in the form of other orphans they came across. It wasn't just the four who became their adopted siblings, but the others either did not survive, or simply couldn't keep up with Shamura's ambitions - to end the gods whose followers took up arms and cut down everyone Shamura knew.

Throughout their journeys, they intensely studied the ways of war, weaponry, and spellcasting, particularly curses; because, after all, gods could hardly be killed with mere mortal weapons. They also researched a great deal into the gods' crowns, as well as certain immortal entities who weren't quite gods, as the three birds seemed strangely neutral, and amenable to helping anyone who crossed their paths, all without asking for anything in return. Shamura's studies and research grew much easier once they met Kallamar, due to the circumstances of his upbringing.

Kallamar:

Kallamar's well-off but isolated family was wiped out by disease, spread intentionally by those who wanted to quickly wipe out proclaimed heretics, and Kallamar himself nearly died from the sickness, as well. He was found by Shamura, who had only been intending to rob the manor he lived in, but offered to nurse him back to health if he would grant them use of the place as a base of operations. He agreed, so Shamura did as they offered, with some assistance from their entourage, which by that time already included Heket.

Once Kallamar was on the mend, he was informed of precisely who was responsible for the obliteration of his family. He chose to join Shamura's group in seeking vengeance, and began to learn how to utilize various weapons from them. Due to his cowardly tendencies, though, on his own time, he focused more on subtler methods that he could use up until being backed into a corner - poisons, mainly, before expanding to contagions created from a mix of curses and natural elements. Kallamar's manor remained a base of operations for the siblings up until the beginnings of the Old Faith were established, and their respective temples constructed.

Heket:

Heket was an only child, and her parents both starved to death; they were farmers whose livestock died out across several consecutive crop failures. Those failures were made worse by intentional sabotage from several feuding cults situated nearby, as none of them wanted to risk letting their enemies barter for critical food supplies. Heket managed to survive by consuming her own parents' bodies, as well as those of dead cultists she came across while trying to go on living as close to normally as she could, though when it was realized that she was alone, her home was invaded while she was out looking for more food. Furious at the audacity, she torched the place with the interlopers still inside, and set out in search of a new home - and more food, which she was not picky about.

She would steal anything she could to eat from campsites and cult grounds, and for good measure, she would set anything she couldn't carry with her ablaze before moving on - equal parts distraction and a means to starve out potential enemies. She crossed paths with Shamura by chance - alone - and attempted to rob them of their food. They were more clever than she expected, though, and by now already used to desperately hungry orphans trying to nick a meal. To her surprise, Shamura invited her to eat with their small group, and between the food and the talk of bringing down the many warring cults one by own, Heket decided to continue traveling with Shamura - whether they wanted her to or not. Fortunately, they did, as she was already quickly learning the tricks to thievery, and had a knack for utilizing explosives. (I will die on this hill. She blew me up so many times, Kallamar had nothing on her.)

Leshy:

Leshy's nomadic family was killed in a freak accident - a lightning strike right in the middle of a random ambush by traveling cultists. Being little more than a toddler, Leshy initially survived by burrowing out of sight, and then by disarming the attackers with how deceptively cute he looked. On a whim, one of the cultists decided to try to indoctrinate him, and he was carried along with the group until nightfall - after which, in a fit of pure unhinged toddler fury, he wrecked their campsite AND their faces before fleeing underground. He survived just short of feral for a while, catching his food (animals and people) in the pit traps he'd learned to make from his family. After that, he wound up wandering close enough to Kallamar's manor to spot a group of kids heading inside, and decided to be the little menace he is.

He started off digging traps around the manor - and definitely ate at least one of the orphan kids - before graduating to breaking and entering. He nicked food, toys, and/or weapons each time, mostly just for the fun of it, before Shamura eventually managed to catch Leshy in a trap he couldn't burrow or bite his way out of (and his cute puppy eyes were not going to work on them anymore - not after the first two dozen times). Kallamar attempted to make Leshy fix all that he'd broken in the manor, as well as return everything he'd stolen, with very minimal success. Heket wound up being the one to bring Leshy more or less to heel, mostly by feeding him and showing off all the cool ways she could blow things up, which he found entertaining enough to become slightly more bearable around other people. For a long time, however, having him around was more or less like living with a half-feral and all-manic hyperactive animal without any concept of or care for social niceties. Kallamar did not appreciate all the property damage, but conceded to Shamura's certainty that Leshy's...unique skillset would be useful going forward. (Naturally, they were not wrong.)

Narinder:

In keeping with parallels - more than one this time, even - Narinder attacked and killed his own family. Eventually, at least, and as retribution, because his parents saw him as the runt of the litter, too needy and not worth the effort it would take to keep him alive. He was not merely abandoned, but sold off for a pittance to cultists, who wanted to sacrifice him to the then-god of death. Being as small as he was at the time, however, he was able to squeeze out of his shackles and wriggle from his chains on the way to the cult's ritual grounds, sneaking away while his captors were distracted. He did not go far, however - he was too furious with them for that. He trailed after them, instead, waiting until nightfall, and strangled the leader in their sleep with the very chains they'd put on him, before cutting the throats of the rest of the sleeping cultists. He then attempted to track down his traitorous family by following scent trails, but was soon thwarted by a downpour. Still, he vowed to find them one day, and sacrifice them the same way he would have been had he not escaped.

The deets for his meeting his siblings are in the prior post, so that really just leaves his family's deaths. After Shamura began their rise to power, their growing influence - along with help from the other siblings - made it easy for Narinder to discover where his parents and littermates had taken refuge. With his own influence in Shamura's budding cult, he faced no issues with ordering his "family" to be brought to him for sacrifice, though he did briefly fly off the handle and cut down his father for being the one to suggest selling the runt. Speaking of which - Narinder was quite delighted to let his so-called family see how much bigger he was than all of them by that point. He was equally delighted to behead every last family member himself, and to desecrate their remains by putting various pieces of them on display around the cult grounds. I'd say his adoptive siblings were disturbed by this, but. Obviously, every last one is fucked up enough to where we all know they weren't. <:]

At some point I'll share the toxic obsessive Narilamb AU that draws from this backstory, lmao, but for now I need to sleep. X_X;

[toomanyideasandfandoms]

Okay I finally finished the newest Main Story quest for Star Rail and I immediately ran here to thrown down my idea

Spoilers under the cut

SO LIKE??? I HAVEN'T SEEN TOO MANY SELF AWARE STUFF FOR STAR RAIL BUT I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE THAT GOT VIBES WHENEVER AVENTURINE WAS LOOKING TOWARDS THE CAMERA

Like for a second I seriously thought he was breaking the fourth wall like Sampo kind of did. It freaked me the fuck out dhskdhfj

And that got me thinking of how exactly a creator god would work in that sort of universe??? Cause different planets will have different viewpoints or even not have any awareness of such an entity existing. At least for the more creatorish side of the au

It's much easier to go by the "video game characters know they're in a video game" trope, which technically is what self aware au is supposed to mean but I ain't getting into that can of worms.

But man that would just be funny, like as the player sees flashbacks of Aventurine's past he can hear their voice and reaction since he would be in the party during those times. (Lmao then that means he heard me constantly call him suspicious since first meeting-)

Anyway that's all I can ramble out, I grinded for materials for him and I'm TB power out uuuugh.

[nobodyfamousposts]

How will Marinette react to little bugs new friends 

(Sonic pops into a room he's never been in before.)

Sonic: Where did Egg-head send me?!

(He turns around and sees a human girl.)

Human Girl: (Is Marinette)

Marinette: (Stares)

Sonic: ….wait. (Holds up hands placatingly) This isn't what it looks like!

Marinette: Akuma!

Sonic: No no! I'm not a….whatever that is! I'm just a little lost and ended up here.

Marinette: …..okay, then explain?

Sonic: Wait—you'll listen?

Marinette: Akumas don't really give explanations so much as monologues, and a sentimonster wouldn't have a reason to just pop up in my room through a portal yelling about eggs.

Sonic: …point. Still—

(A red blur flies towards Sonic.)

Sonic: (Turns and is hit in the face with the blur) OOF! (Pulls Blur off his face.)

The Blur: (Is Littlebug)

Marinette: Littlebug!

Littlebug: (Happy and greeting the Friend Outside)

Sonic: Little Maria! You live here?

Littlebug: (Nod nod)

Marinette: Maria? Wait—you two have met?!

Sonic: Yeah. Well, we didn't have a name for her so we just sorta…named her Maria. Sorry.

Marinette: Is that why you've been wanting to call yourself Ema Marie?

Littlebug: (Proud, settling on Sonic's head)

Sonic: So…uh…..two questions? Where am I and do you have anything to eat?

Marinette: (Sighs) You're lucky you crashed in the room above a bakery. Come on, we'll get you some croissants and you can explain….this whole situation.

[muzzleroars]

[ultrakill]

so thankful for the 6-2 taunts amen

[shrikeseams]

When you idly think about Celegorm possibly being most like Nerdanel of all the sons of Feanor, and then you start thinking about Nerdanel getting a post-Darkening moral decay arc all of her own to mirror her son(s)'s.

[hitokiri-izou]

I highly encourage every aventurine fan to step back and criticize the fact that hoyoverse decided to make Romani culture as the basis for his character and took aspects from history like discrimination, slavery, and even the stereotypes as story notes for a fictional planet named after a Romani slur.

This isn't the first time a gacha game let alone hoyo have pulled shit like this. Fgo, genshin, arknights, and probably several more that I've never played. Stay vigilant of this and listen to the people who are most impacted by this.

I am not Romani so I encourage you to check out Florian on youtube, he's talked about aventurine already. Check out the discussion in the comments too

[shadow0-1]

He’s a dog with a bone