#both of them but especially stank

[starscelly]

robo! and hi stank also!

col@dal 05.07.24 | round 2 game 1

[classyrbf]

YOU'RE PREGNANT! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...how the jjk men(toji, gojo, geto, nanami, choso) act when you’re 9 months pregnant and ready to pop

INFO...jjk men x fem!reader, fluff, comfort, reader is pregnant (obvi), mention of mood swings, cravings, emotional reader, jjk men being great dads

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

TOJI

toji has already dealt with this kind of thing before when it came to megumi, but it’s been so long that he’s almost forgotten what it was like. You’re waddling around the house, a stank look on your face as you stare at him. “Yes?” He questions, eyebrows raised. “I want food,” you simply answer. “Okay, what do you want?” He asks. And when you tell him you’re not sure, he lets out a long sigh because he knows this is gonna end in you getting emotional. You’ll complain your back hurts, your feet hurt, and then you’ll end up cursing him out for putting a baby in you. So all he does is walks over to you, and hugs you because he’d rather do that than get into a stupid argument about food. “Toji!” You cry into his arms. “I’m just so hungry and I don’t know what to eat!” You sniffle. To help with your problem, he starts listing off every fast food restaurant and food he could think of in hopes you’d find one appealing enough. “Chinese food?” He shrugs. You gasp with excitement. “Ugh, yes! Me and the baby could go for some orange chicken!” You smile. Toji just chuckles, “making the call right now, sweetheart.” He watches as you waddle over to the couch, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

GOJO

ever since he found out you were pregnant, he was at the stores buying whatever supplies he saw, doesn’t matter if you needed it or not. And till this day, when you’re about a few weeks from popping, he’s still buying the baby things. “What do you think of this, eh?” He smirks, holding up a onesie that says “my dad is the best”. “You’re gonna spoil her rotten, is what I think,” you groan as you reach into the bag to see what else he bought for your daughter. “More toys?” You hold up a fake set of plastic keys. Gojo snatched them from you. “I’ll have you know that she will be learning life skills at a very young age, thank you very much,” he scoffed. All you did was laugh, shaking your head at him in disbelief. Your daughter’s room was filled to the brim with clothes, toys, blankets, you were starting to wonder if you had any more room. “I can already tell she’s going to be a daddy’s girl,” you said with a sigh, rubbing your belly. “Yes she is,” Gojo leaned in towards your very plump belly, “isn’t that right?” He placed a kiss on your stomach.

NANAMI

nanami is the type that doesn’t let you do a damn thing by yourself. You’re reach for something to high on the shelf, he’s sprinting towards you, ready to be at your service. “Be careful,” he says, rubbing your back. “Kento, I got it,” you chuckle. His eyes are always on you, watching your every move. Especially when you’re in public, he hates when people get too close to you. He knows others don’t watch their surroundings and could easily bump into you. “Ken!” You shout from the bedroom. “Yes?” He peeks his head around the corner. “Can you help me get my shoes on, I can’t even reach,” you pout. Within seconds he’s on his knees, slipping on your sandals, and tying them around your ankle. He will even go as far as to paint your toes if you forgot because he knows how much you hate not having them done. Like I said, he won’t let you do a thing by yourself. “Thank you, Ken,” you kiss his lips.

GETO

geto literally pampers you. I’m not saying he acts like nanami, but I’m saying that he makes your pregnancy as comfortable as possible. “Sugu, baby, can you rub my feet? They’re swollen.” You frown. “Of course.” He grabs the lotion and casually massages your feet while you’re both watching a movie, and literally over the course of your pregnancy he’s become the best masseuse ever. He’ll also randomly creep up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist before lifting your belly, feeling the weight off of your back. “Feel better, mama?” He kisses your cheek. “So much better.” You nod, closing your eyes as you embrace the moment. You’ve even found it hard to shower while being pregnant and geto takes it upon himself to help you, albeit jumping in the shower with you or sitting on the edge of the tub while you’re in the bath. “Is the water too hot?” He rubs the soapy water over your shoulders. “It’s perfect.”

CHOSO

I’m sorry but choso is clueless. Not in a bad way, but in like a panicky way. You’re an emotional wreck through your pregnancy, moods swings like crazy. “Can you just get out please?!” You’re annoyed with him, bothered about the littlest thing ever and then in the next two minutes you’re walking out the room just crying and apologizing to him, kissing his cheek. He has no idea what the hell is going on, and you’d think he’d learn after nine months, but no. All he can is just sit there and comfort you. “It’s fine,” he assures. He gets your favorite food that you’ve been craving for the past two weeks, eating it non stop and then within a split second you’re gagging, pushing the food away. “Oh my gosh, Choso! Please throw it away, it tastes so bad.” You gag again. “But…I…you were just eating this yesterday…?” He’s says, confused before throwing the bowl of food in the garbage. Quite literally doesn’t understand anything, just confused to all hell, but he’s trying his best.

[wxnheart]

What is cuddling with the primarchs like. (And no just writing morty off with a stank joke plz)

Horus - Very affectionate, complete with quips and kisses. Loves to hold you in the crook of his arm. His tits are wonderful pillows.

Leman Russ - Leman is quite the cuddler, especially because he really likes skin-to-skin contact when you two cuddle. More than likely, you'll both be naked. To your surprise, horizontal loving doesn't happen as often as you thought it would.

Ferrus Manus - A bit stilted but he's got the spirit. His arms are of great interest to you so it's not out of the ordinary to marvel at them.

Fulgrim - Cuddling with Fulgrim has an 85% chance of leading to... other things so yeah. Cuddling also includes a very elaborate primping session.

Vulkan - About as vanilla and saccharine as it gets. Doesn't usually last long because the giant teddy bear is a walking furnace.

Rogal Dorn - Also a bit stilted with him, too. If anything, you'll be tucked under him and engaging in conversation over his latest project. His voice, though he doesn't believe it, is quite sonorous and lulls you into a peaceful doze.

Roboute Guilliman - You're the one sitting in his lap while he's busy doing paperwork or the like. You like to tease him and he'll chuckle and tell you to behave; this is said rather suggestively, too. 👀

Magnus - Funnily enough, you're cuddling and playing with his hair while nestled comfortably in one arm while he's busy reading a book or perhaps the latest treatise his brother Lorgar wrote.

Sanguinius - Just as saccharine as Vulkan's, complete with you being enveloped in his wings just as much are you are in his arms. Touching his feathers will make him rouse his wings, though.

Lion El'Jonson - LMAO.

Perturabo - You're begrudgingly (read: happily) nestled against him and he begrudgingly (read: ABSOLUTELY) accepts it.

Mortarion - The clingy koala of the group, even with the scowl on his face. If he had his way, he'd never let go. Don't you dare tell his brothers or sons, though.

Lorgar - The one who cocoons himself around you. He absolutely, positively adores your cuddle sessions. It's a wonderful retreat away from his obligations and foster father.

Jaghatai Khan - You're holding on to him for dear life while he goes fast so there goes your cuddle session. He's really the one who has no objections to cuddling but he doesn't actively seek them out, either.

Konrad Curze - Does looming over you smirking like a deranged gremlin count as cuddling? If so, then... nice!

Angron - One of the many reasons he has to hate the Nails. Wants your touch. Yearns for it, actually, and if he didn't have them, he'd have Mortarion beat as the clingiest koala to ever cling. Instead, he has to contend with thought and you have to contend with the crazed way he looks at you. Cheers, darling.

Corvus Corax - Cuddling him is like being enveloped by the comfortable darkness. Whenever you're surrounded by it, you're secure in his arms.

Alpharius - You cuddle one, you cuddle them all. Cuddle pile!

[bxnnywrites]

hiya!! im the anon that told you abt requests being closed, im glad i could help you out!!

i saw you headcanon danny as demiromantic and im very curious, what would it be like if danny had romantic feelings for a survivor reader? how would those feelings develop? i’m not demi myself so i’m rlly curious about the process of it!!

oh anon you have no idea how excited i am to answer this

*clears throat*

🫀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🫀

TW :: Obsessive behavior, stalking, violence, general Danny Warnings

Authors Notes :: This uh...kinda turned into a ficlet. Oops!!! I've just thought of this scenario a LOT so I had a lot to say-

Anyways!! Hope you enjoy <3 (also this isn't proof read, we die like men)

It took a really long time for him to realize it, or maybe just for the emotions to develop. He wasn't sure.

You had appeared months ago, or whatever the equivalent was in the realms. Time wasn't exactly an easy concept to pin down here.

For a long time you were just another survivor, someone his knife sliced through with delicate ease. Someone to hunt and kill, that was his job, and entity if he didn't love every fucking second of it.

He liked to stalk his victims, both in and out of trials. Especially the new ones, he loved to see what made them tick. What really fucking scared them.

So he was keeping an eye on you, taking his usual notes, keeping an ear out for anything to use against you later.

But it started to develop into something a bit...more than that.

Suddenly he noticed his notes becoming less about what you feared and more about what you liked.

The way you smiled, how you laughed at Ash's jokes, the way you bit your knuckles when you were worried. The way your eyes lit up when seeing your friends and fuck he wanted to see your eyes light up for him like that.

He shook it off, had to shake it off. It got in the way of what he did. What even was this feeling?

Sure he had flings before he was taken, but he never really had feelings for them. It was part of the game, part of his job. Something to keep him low on the radar. That's all.

Was that what this was then? What it felt like to properly fall in love?

He hated it.

He hated every feeling, he hated the way your smile made his chest light up. He hated how distracted he was, so fucking distracted.

He hated you.

He couldn't stop thinking of you.

Quit laughing at Ash's stupid fucking jokes they aren't even that fucking funny.

More scribbling, more anger, why did you have to appear here? Was it some sort of taunt by the entity? Some kind of damn punishment? Fuck you and fuck whatever feelings you gave him.

For a long time it was like that, if you were in a trial with him you were the first hooked. You were too much of a distraction to his work.

And maybe he loved the feeling of holding you like this but fuck he wouldn't admit that.

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Eventually you got fucking tired of it.

Every damn trial he would tunnel in on you and only you. Wouldn't focus on anyone else while you were around.

You realized quickly killers couldn't truly kill you. You felt it, every last agonizing slice into your flesh, every bruise, every broken bone, but you would just wake up at the fire at the end.

And you needed to figure out what the fuck his issue was.

Your fellow survivors tried very hard to convince you out of it, but they understood being pissed about it. So in the end, no one stopped you.

So there you were, in front of Autohaven Wreckers. A few survivors tipped you off that Ghostface liked to hang out around this area. Beats you as to why, the place stank of burning rubber and old oil. It made your stomach turn, but you entered nonetheless.

As you walked through the old junkyard, it dawned on you, you didn't really have a plan. You had done this mainly on a whim, annoyed at constantly being targeted and harassed by the white faced freak. Where were you even supposed to look? What if the Wraith saw you? This was fucking stup-

Before you could react a leather gloved hand covered your mouth, pulling you back as the cold steel of a sharp blade touched your throat.

"You scream and this is going into your fucking back, got it?" The voice was husky in your ear, unfamiliar. It made you realize you had never heard Ghostface speak before. So you nod, and he make an approving noise before releasing you. You run a hand over your throat where his knife had bit into it, leaving a light red line against it.

"So," He spoke again, letting you turn to him finally to confirm your suspicions. There he was, the Ghostface in the flesh, mask and all. "What do I owe the pleasure, Doll?"

"Well," You started, feeling your anger bubble up in you again. "For fucking starters, I have some damn questions for you, asshole."

Oh he loved when you spoke like that, some real final girl trope shit.

"Ooo, questions for the killer?" He cooed, leaning against a nearby car and watching you intently. "Brave of ya, Doll. I like it."

"Oh fucking can it, you damned halloween drop out!" You spat, and though you couldn't see it under his mask, your words had him grinning ear to ear. He loved when you were angry like this. "Why the fuck do you keep tunneling me, huh?! Every fucking trial we have you steamroll me and kill me as quick as possible. It's fucking bullshit, dude!"

He laughs a bit, removing his leather glove and using his knife to pick the dirt from under his nails.

"I dunno what you're talkin bout, babe." He says nonchalantly. "You're mad because what, I'm killing you during trials? Come on, that's my job-"

"Bullshit, this is more than that and you know it!" You seethe, god if you knew you wouldn't die you'd punch him. "What's your fucking damage? Hell, I've heard stories about other trials, you're even fucking friendly with some of the survivors sometimes! What the fuck did I ever do to you?!"

His eye twitches.

"Like I said, I'm just doing my fucking job. Now if you would just-"

"NO YOU AREN'T!" You shout at him and he's on you in an instant, hand over your mouth and you can see his eyes through his mask. A deep red brown and angry.

"Listen here you stupid bitch, one more outburst like that and I'm gutting you like a fucking fish, understand?" He snaps, his grip on your face almost bruising. Fear grips you again and you nod. He sighs, letting you go again with an unspoken warning that he would follow through if you got loud like that again.

"Look, it's fucking...it's complicated." He mumbled, looking almost shy as he played with one of the ghostly strips of fabric attached to his outfit. "You're just...you're a fucking distraction. Every trial I'm in with you it's hard to fucking focus, and I have a fucking job to do god damn it." He grumbles. You almost feel bad for him, almost.

"What, and that's my problem?" You snap in return.

"Yeah, it fucking is." He snaps in return, starting to pace back and forth. "I have work to do, people to kill, fear to harvest, the whole nine fucking yards. But you," He points, "You get in the fucking way, you make me lose track, you make me...you...fuck, you make me feel something, OK?"

You blink dumbly at him, finally speechless, and he continues.

"I get this stupid fucking feeling in my stomach and it makes me fucking twitchy. It makes my damn mind race and I can't tell if it's because I want to fucking dissect you or..." He trails off.

"...Or?" You question.

"I don't know!" He snaps, growling a bit as he continues pacing. "I haven't fucking felt like this before, I didn't think I fucking could. I just..." He takes a breath, looking back at you. "I need you to stop."

Your mouth hangs open, shocked by his...confession? If you could call it that.

"What?" You question again.

"Stop! Stop making me feel...whatever the fuck this is!" He snaps again, and even though you can't see his eyes anymore, you can feel the frustration wafting off him.

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that?!" You snap in return, annoyance rising in you as well. "It's not my fault you have a...a fucking crush on me or something!"

"Yes it is, it's absolutely your fault!" He throws his arms up, almost like an annoyed toddler. "It's your fault because you have this soft fucking face and this pretty laugh and that stupid fucking smile! You have these fucking eyes that light up whenever you get to talking about what you love, and fuck I just wish for once that was ME and-" He cuts himself off with a growl, kicking a nearby stack of tired and knocking them down. "It's bullshit, you're bullshit, it's all fucking bullshit!"

You're left speechless until he finally looks at you again.

"There, you happy? Now could you fucking make it stop?!" He breathes out, his eyes just barely visible through the black mesh of his mask.

"I...Well...fuck uh..." You mumble, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "I...don't think I can do that? I mean..."

"Fuck, yeah, course you can't." He grumbles, fidgeting with the fabric strips of his costume again. "I just...this is a stupid, distracting fucking feeling and I hate it."

"Well...I mean..." You take a breath, not really sure how to approach the situation. "Maybe we could like...I dunno...start over?"

He looks at you, and you swear he thinks you're insane.

"Start over?" He questions, "The fuck you mean start over?"

"Like, I dunno. Figure shit out from the beginning, like...get to know each other or something?" You say awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"...Are you fucking crazy?" He questions, and yeah, you expected that. "Like, hello, earth to Dollface, I've killed you dozens of times now. I have murdered your friends in front of you." He snaps his fingers, impressive considering he's still wearing his gloves. "Like sure, sounds nice and all, but how the fuck do you expect to just start over? Hi, what's up, the names Ghostface. Wanna get stabbed?"

"Don't be a fucking dickhead." You snap in response and huff, "Look, I don't know what you want me to do about...whatever this shit is," You motion to him vaguely. "Like I dunno dude, you need a good therapist or something?"

"Fuck you." He growls.

"Yeah, whatever." You breath out. "Look, I don't care what you do, but I'm sick of you pulling bullshit during trials because of...whatever your feelings are. So you either talk to me about it and we get it sorted, or I start making offerings to the entity to make your job even harder than I apparently already am." You cross your arms and look him up and down before sighing. "I'm heading back to camp, if you want to fucking talk-"

"Wait," He grabs your arm and you stop, looking back at him before he sighs. "OK maybe...maybe you're right. Maybe we can like, try that? I dunno."

You smile at him, sighing in relief.

"Good, I prefer that." You turn to him, extending a hand and telling him your name proper, even though he already knows it. "Nice to meet you, Ghostface."

He stares at your hand for a second, but slowly, he takes it.

"...Ghostface is fine for now." He mumbles, shaking it awkwardly. "So...uh...how do we do this?"

"Well...what kinds of movies did you like? Before you got taken."

His eyes light up, and suddenly he's on a kick. Rambling happily about his favorite horror movies while you listen.

Things get better after that.

Rather than being targeted, you're more often than not spared during trials.

Of course people get suspicious though, so you have to cut a small deal with him to either spare all of you during trials or kill everyone including you.

He's not personally a fan of the second option, so he ends up sparing your little party whenever you're involved.

You two get closer and you start to have your own feelings for him in return.

Eventually he tells you his real name. Danny, it rolls off your tongue nicely.

He's nervous at first, but eventually his smooth charm comes back and it's rare for him to not leave you flustered and blushing when you two talk.

When you finally get the courage to tell him your feelings, you swear he's on cloud nine. immediately talking about how happy he's going to make you and how he'll make sure no one in this fucking realm ever touches you.

You have to talk him down from that, knowing that your other survivors would hate you if you were the only exception during trials. And while he says "fuck em" you know you can't have him as your only friend in the realm, as much as part of him would love that.

But it's nice, he treats you like royalty. Like you're his entire world.

It might not be a real happy ending, but it's probably the closest you'll get in this hellhole.

And that's good enough for the both of you.

[kiradrabbles]

"fucked in both ways", ticci toby x athlete reader fuck or die drabble

this was requested on my a03!

cw: noncon, brief mention of sh scars!

kinks: outdoors sex, noncon, toby is dominant and rough, he degrades you a little, fear play, he chases you, that type beat.

In hindsight, taking a walk in the woods at night was a horrible idea, but at the time it felt like a good one, your arms and legs had been burning from training and what better than a relaxing evening walk to calm you down. After all, what could go wrong?

A lot. A lot could go wrong.

It all started off well, at least. The only sounds you could hear were the crunching of the autumn leaves under your feet, and the sound of the birds and wildlife chirping. It was nice, relaxing even. Always nice to get out of the city, to breathe fresh air.

Until you started to get paranoid. It's not hard, alone in the woods, to convince yourself something was going wrong. Odd cracking sounds that weren't from you, footsteps behind you, rustling and a quiet voice.

You were just being paranoid, you told yourself. It was just birds fluttering through the trees, a little later at night than usual. It was just the fauna, the deer, perhaps a rabbit. just your imagination running wild.

It was only when an axe came screaming towards your head that you re-evaluated, deciding there was, in fact, someone following you.

Somehow you managed to duck out of the way just before it thudded into the tree a few inches beside your head.

Before you even processed it you had set off running, legs moving faster than your thoughts.

You felt a hand grab you, yanking you back, coming face to face with a masked man. He looked to be wearing a mouthguard of sort, and a pair of scratched up orange goggles obscuring his eyes. His breath stank of iron as you both stayed silent for a second, both of you heavy breathing.

Untill you swung your leg back and kicked him in the shins, hard. And you knew damn well the kick would hurt, you were an athlete, having strong legs were your thing.

Nothing. No reaction. If anything the man squeezed your shoulder tighter, jerking his head and letting out a laugh.

"Nuh-nice try" He grinned under the mouthguard "Can't feel pain."

In the heat of the moment, you weren't sure how, you managed to pull yourself away, throwing his arm back at him. And you ran, oh how you ran.

You ran until you felt your legs shaking, ready to give out, blood burning as you took heaving breath after heaving breath. You collapsed and leant against a tree, throat dry as you took in gasps. Surely you had lost him.

You didn't know where you were, you couldn't risk calling for help.

"I'm fucked" You groaned under your breath.

"In more ways t-than one" That voice said, and suddenly, you were tackled to the ground.

You weren't sure where he'd come from, all you could focus on was trying to get up, thrashing and kicking at him. You couldn't tell if any of your feeble attempts at punches (your coach would be dissapointed) landed, even if they did it wasn't like he could feel them.

Finally you stopped as he shoved a knee between your legs, arms pinned over your head with both hands as he stared down at you.

His goggles had been pushed up, revealing a pair of deep brown eyes, that despite the eye bags, would almost be pretty if not for the rest of his face. A lot of his skin, especially on the left of his face looked scarred and rough, all convoluting on a massive gash on his cheek, going through to the gums and teeth. His hair was matted and looked like it hadn't been brushed in.. a while as he stared down at you.

"P-please don't hurt me?" You managed out after a few seconds of silence, fear overcoming your pride.

He was silent for a few seconds, before he laughed, neck jerking to the left. It didn't serve to make you feel much better.

"See, heres the - wow! - heres the thing!" He spoke "N-normally i'd kill you f-for trespassing on it's land, a-and make it slow too, suh-since you made it such a pain in the ass."

A few painfully slow seconds passed "…but?"

"You're pretty." He let go of one of your hands, staring at you as if daring you to move it, and ripping off one of his gloves with his mouth, spitting it onto the forest floor a few inches away from you. You finched, and he grinned wider, seeming to enjoy it as he cupped your face.

His hand was rough and callous, and you could see scars on his fingers, almost looking like bite marks along the tips, barely healed up. "A-and i've got a weakness for p-pretty girls. Never got them as a kid, i-i mean look at me" His neck jerked and he inturrupted himself with a laugh "I-i digress. W-what'll it be cutie, fuck, or die?"

"..fuck" You managed, deciding that it couldn't be worse than death.

He didn't even wait to hit you with an 'i told you so', slamming his body into yours, his lips - at least, the majority that was still there - into yours, teeth clashing, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like copper, and something else you couldn't place. You weren't sure if you wanted to know.

He didn't wait, either, to shove his hands under your shirt and squeeze your breasts roughly. And as much as you hated yourself for it, you moaned slightly into his mouth.

He grinned into the rough kiss, taking that as if it meant you enjoyed it, continuing to squeeze, moving one of his hands and squeezing your nipple as you whine into him.

"yuh-you want it, don't you?" He almost purred, goading you, breaking away from the kiss, a few strings of saliva still connecting your mouths.

You stare up at him, almost speechless. After a few seconds you manage to respond. "No-" panting slightly from the kiss.

"L-Liaar" He crowed smugly, removing one of his hands from your shirt, yanking your trousers down. You felt your skin prickle at the sudden cool air from the forest, suddenly exposed to the wind and his prying eyes. And they were prying, alright. The way he stared, you'd think he'd never had sex in his life.

He finally stopped staring as he did the same to your underwear, before pushing his index and middle finger right into your pussy, as you clenched at the sudden intrusion. Fuck, they slid right in. You were wet.

And you felt it, too, now that attention was brought to it. a shameful need in your cunt. The slick from your hole almost dripping onto his hand, down your thighs, onto the forest floor. fuck.

You almost whined as he removed his fingers from your cunt, feeling the emptiness. You clamped your mouth shut, not letting any noise out. You weren't supposed to be enjoying this. But despite yourself, you wanted It. You wanted this- this man who'd tacked you, who'd said he'd kill you. You wanted him to fuck your brains out.

You sat up a little, leaning on your elbows as he pulled back, watching as he struggled with the belt buckle, listening to the metal clink.

His cock was painfully hard, almost straining through his gray boxers as he pulled them down too, cock springing up, pre-cum dripping from the tip as he leant over you. His thighs were lined with scars and bruises, and you almost felt bad for him.

You didn't have long left to feel bad, however, as he positioned himself obove you, grinning wildly, a little saliva dribbling from his mouth. He pressed his tip against your hole, and you tensed up, preparing for him to enter you. but.. nothing.

You reopened your eyes, staring up at his smug grin, a little of his matted hair falling over his face.

"Tuh-tell me you want it"

You squirmed a little at the request, cheeks heating up in embarrasment at the thought, and he grabbed your arm, squeezing hard enough you were sure there would be fingerprint bruises tomorrow. He pressed you against the rocky ground.

"c'mon, you know you- you know you want it" He growls "Y-you wanna get fucked by a stranger like a fucking whore d-don't you. C-come on."

"Fine!" You gasp quietly, squirming a bit more, hips bucking up with the need for stimulation. "P-please? i want you to fuck me"

He did not wait to bottom out inside of you, shoving into you, his bony hips meeting yours.

"fuh-fuck" He groans, the sound of his hips stuttering against yours, a rhythmic slapping, echoes through the forest. God, you hoped no one was hiking….

He lowered himself over you leaning in for another kiss, his lips scraping yours. you found yourself kissing him back, moaning and rolling your hips against his, in time with his thrusts.

Your skin prickled with sweat as the two of you , arms wrapping round his shuddering body, digging into his back through his hoodie.

fuck, this was fucking insane. and hot.

His thrusts began to get irregular and disjointented as he started to pant, breaking your kiss, strands of saliva connecting the two of you still.

"S-Scheisse" He cursed quietly through the pants as he continued to thrust, hips juttering against you. "Sh-shit, i'm going to-"

And he came. You could feel it inside you, his hot speed spurting inside of you. The two of you stood - or, more accurately - laid there for a second and radiated in each others body heat.

He pulled out and it dripped down your legs, landing on the forest floor.

his neck jerked as he stared at you, eyes raking appreciatively over your body, cum dripping out of your pussy, bruses up your legs and breasts, shaking.

"Hm. i-i like you." He grins "i think i'm going to - birdie! - going to keep you."

[yomogi-mogi-mochi]

Unnecessarily Convoluted Analysis of TWST Dorm Architecture

Putting that Art History degree to use 💪 I am getting my Masters in art history, so I am like semi qualified?? to do this. Tried my best with some of the dorms since some don't have an explicit cultural/architectural parallel irl. And obviously lots of liberties taken since I'm sure the people at Disney were not going for historical accuracy

Masterlist here

Much of this analysis can from my Spolia fic (Malleus x Light Fae MC)

Diasmonia: Early Gothic

Gothic- but early gothic. It's got a few flying buttresses, indicative of technology in later gothic movements- but in combination to the lower ceilings (lower than later gothic), fewer levels (celestory, triforium, doric columns, and shorter windows makes me think it's early gothic (more towards Norman architecture/Sens Cathedral), because it's a lot simpler and less technologically developed than high gothic (larger windows, rose windows, higher and pointier style, flying buttresses, more decorative stuff like Corinthian columns and stained glass). Still, I think the Fae would be been more concerned with its structural integrity against the waves of time- therefore gargoyles become a very prominent symbol in protecting this eternity and preservation of architecture since it basically prevents rain/weather from eating away at the building.

There's some interesting symbolism with Malleus' fixation with gargoyles, but I'm sure you can make that connection on your own based on what's out in Chapter 7 and how he reacts to both Lilia's and MC'S impending goodbyes.

Gothic was actually a term used by the French to demean the style, since it was seen as more 'savage' and 'lower' than classical architecture- which is symmetrical, solid, and values very literal and realistic (albeit idealized) characterization. Gothic architecture in contrast is a lot more airy, focuses on light and windows, and values more allegorical representations, which is why it resonated so well with the religious ruler and monarchies because they were able to not-so-subtly point to their influence and power in every single way without it being in your face all the time.

Because of this very stank contrast, it was labeled as "gothic" because people were criticizing it to be "savage" and "unkept". The goths were painted this way because they were mainly responsible for Rome's downfall, leading to the dark ages. Regardless of the French ruthlessly roasting the goths, this type of design flourished after the dark ages because technology was beginning to be advanced once more, and materials were more readily available.

My theory would be that the fae began to first develop this architecture because they had the advantage of magic, but then the humans were influenced by it- which leads them to high gothic (Noble Bell College), as well as Baroque and Rococo architecture (like the Pomefiore dorm). The Fae kept their style of early gothic since they didn't really see a point in changing much- maybe just more decorative gargoyles called grotesque as a symbol of the Fae's gratitude in their protection against time.

Also the hallways have what are almost like ribbed vaults which was one of the primary and first symbols of gothic architecture because they allowed more weight to be distributed to the vaults, and therefore allow for bigger windows.

Another distict characteristics in gothic architecture are clearly defined elevations.

Traditionally, they will have the celestial at the top, then gallery, then the main arcade (especially as we get into the later gothic periods and buildings get even taller and taller). Of course Disney isn't completely accurate with these things, but it seems that they're sort of going for that vibe, as many things end up being as our contemporary notions of historical design often creates a vague iconography of things that is often a copy of a copy of a copy of the original medium.

However I do think the intention to mimic the original design is still there overall, and combined with many of the other elements such as the prevalence of pointed arches that are a symbol of gothic architecture, and the sheer number of windows that were allowed originally due to the technological advances of the gothic era (and of course Malleus' own obsession with gargoyles), I think it would make sense to categorize this is like "gothic adjacent".

If I were to redesign the diasmonia dorm however, I would definitely begin by fixing the exterior- but I think they were referencing Malificent's tower in the Disney movie than any sort of historical accuracy lol. You win some, you lose some.

Pomefiore: Rococo with a touch of Art Noveau

Very obviously modeled after French Rococo architecture- the illustration of the hallways of Pomefiore dorm are almost exactly like the Palace of Versailles

It is definitely a toned down version- but pretty spot on, right? When I first saw the Pomefiore dorm I immediately Googled a picture of the Palace of Versailles cause I knew I saw it somewhere. Autistic spidey senses at it again.

Honestly wish they went more all out with the chandeliers, and had painted ceilings on the dorm colors- but I feel like they got the general vibes right. It feels closer to Romanesque with its simplicity but it still holds an aura of decadence and frivolity that I like. Very rich, extravagant like it's members (maybe not so much Epel lol)

Elements of Art noveau in the furniture (the peacock chair) and the embroidery of the uniforms.

Also, the peacock chair sort of reminds me of James McNeill Whistler's Peacock Room. He was an American impressionist that was sort of the forefront of art nouveau, since impressionism was one of the mainstream movements that really began the explosion of Japanese inspired design that is also used in Art Nouveau aesthetic.

(Vil would definitely have this room if he could)

The carpet in the room reminds me of William Morris' designs, and just art nouveau in general.

As far as I can tell, the exterior is based on a variety of German castle styles from 13th century Romanesque styles, to 18th century Neo-Gothic styles. Which is coincidentally what a lot of the castles on Disneyland are based off of.

Everything is very florial, Corinthian, and extravagant. I love it. It's very baroque, I dig it.

Scarabia

Please don't come for me I'm not as well versed in Non-Asian and Non-Western architecture except for religious architecture in Turkey and Jerusalem so I'm gonna try my best with this one

So I think it mixes a lot of the icons we think of in association to Arabic architecture like domes, pointed/ogee (rounded, then pointed)/multifoil (multiple curves) arches, and ornate floral designs that derive from the use of calligraphy in Islamic structures (as iconography, or pictures depicting the faces and bodies of religious figures were not allowed).

And I think all those tiny buildings resemble Minarets, or tall towers built adjacent to mosques where the muezzin can issue the call to prayer. But the artists were probably like "hm. Not enough. How do we make it more arabic??" And of course the contemporary orientalist perspectives that dominate the artistic realm made they go "quick just add a bunch of domes"

I think Kalim's room and the lounge in particular best shows the general "airiness" that parallels Islamic acthicture (ie the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque on UAE)

Open air courtyards are also a characteristic element of Islam architecture, which you can see with the areal view of the dorm, and also makes sense with Kalim's unique magic.

Jali window designs (the intricate gold metal covers on the arches) are also popular on Islamic architecture

The Haga Sophia in particular has been described to have a dome "suspended by the heavens", as the section connecting the building and the dome is made entirely of arches that allows the sunlight from the heavens to pour inside the building. Though the haga Sophia is a very special case, as it was occupied by varying religions with different architectural styles at certain periods- I think it's also a good representation of our contemporary prototype of Arabian architecture that makes up the final design of the dorm.

Ignihyde: Classical Greek

Looks like it's modeled after the Parthenon, which was built during the Classical period on Greece where Athens was flourishing as a center of mathematics, technology, and architecture. These are sentiments which becomes reflected in the Renaissance afterwards, such as symmetry and a very systemic way of approaching things. I think it fits perfectly with this dorm, since they're the "tech geeks" of NRC

It's got your pediment, your doric columns (would have preferred ionic columns but whatever Disney), your arcades. Pretty straight forward unlike the actual movie it's based off of lol (Hercules has so so many mythological inconsistencies. Like why are you talking about Achilles in the movie??? Trojan was hasn't even happened babe stop manifesting that shit)

I think the symmetry and order of Classical Greek design goes well with the overall futuristic look Ignihyde and the Island of Woe are going for. Pretty clever, Disney.

Heartslabyul: Tudor Revival Style

Though Alice in Wonderland is set in the later 19th century, I think the Tudorian Revival style than began in the beginning of the 20th century just shortly later fits best.

Turdorian revival style is characterized through half timbering, which is like the timber panels you see on the surface of the building; oriel windows (windows that jut out); mock battlements; and courtyards.

The Tudorian revival style also takes elements from Elizabethan era architecture and perpendicular gothic architecture, hence the long gallery and the tudorian four point arch)

The glass panes in the lounge leaves me to believe it's sort of like a glass house where part of the house is sort of like a greenhouse. This is characteristic of Victorian glasshouses that rose with the availability of timber, paint, and brick and the popularity of botany in the Victorian era propelled by botanical imports from British colonies. Architecrs like Joseph Paxton were also known for his opus magnum- the Crystal Palace, which held the Great Exhibition of 1851 (kind of like a world expo with the theme of industry and art) also popularize the movement- and was a significant sign of wealth, as glass and window taxes were especially high. But in the later century when iron and steel frame construction was advanced, people could be built out of iron and window panes, so they could be assembled easily, and also afforded by middle class citizens.

So it's basically a mix of Elizabethan and Victorian revival styles (tudorian and gothic), which is in theme with the Victorian period the original media is set in, albeit taking inspiration from styles little later in the period.

Savanaclaw:

Again- I am blind when it comes to Non-Asian/Non-Western architecture- but this one was kinda confusing cause it really doesn't have any architectural cohesivity??? Like it's just got a general "jungle vibe" which I'm not surprised at because Disney is infamous for glossing over non-white cultures and kind of just simplifying them into a "general vibe" which wow yikes my guy

Kind of reminds me of Mese Verde, which are structures made directly within a cliffside, or the Great Mosque of Djenné and the African Heritage house in Kenya which have very smoothed, natural designs that blend into the environment

What I could gather from my research and my juicy autistic brain, savannas are regularly subjected to wild fires- so a lot of the heavy, rocky architecture and interior style makes sense, opposed to one made of wood (which are mostly in the inside of the structure, besides the roof which I imagine is less likely to catch on fire). Much of the building seems also to be directly carved within natural rock formations- a very functional use of the resources around you- very savannaclaw!

The textiles in each of the dorm members' rooms resemble Kente fabric, a style of hand weaving from Ghana, originally reserved for royalty but now commonly worn for ceremonial occasions and such. Also unlike other African textiles styles, it's strictly a male practice. I think it would make sense for Sunset Savanna, a place where women are highly respected and perhaps take on more political and military positions- leaving largely men to the practice of textile making (both are honorable acts- not comparing the two). There aren't distinguished aesthetic styles of textiles that differentiate each weaving from another- rather, it is divided by technique and region- so this is not like a definite connection, just thought it was interesting to includle

Textiles seem to occupy the only decorative role in the entire dorm- so perhaps there is significant cultural significance? Maybe there is a certain region that's known for their practices? Or is weaving a symbol of adulthood or growth and therefore is why they're hung up in each of the dorm member's rooms with the exception of Ruggie, who may not have had the socioeconomic privilege of making one? Or does the practice vary across species? Much to speculate 🤔

Octavinelle: Art Deco and Art Nouveau

Saved this one for last because oh boy I don't even know where to start with this. Obviously the design is very creative and I love it, but there's a lot less historical elements I can use to analyze the style, kind of like the Savanah claw exterior.

But it leans towards the art deco style, which is most fitting for the business dorm I think.

Elements of Art deco like geometric aspects of design, thematic and aesthetic consistency, and decorative/geometric windows are seen throughout the dorm interior and exterior

But I think the art nouveau elements are also there too, with the cheeky sea-themed elements that use natural shapes and icons into the architecture, design, and surfaces of the dorm.

Otherwise, not much else to say about this dorm 🤷 it's not really based in anything historical but there are bits and pieces of art nouveau and art deco in there, but I definitely wish they would lean more into the art deco elements since I think it would go well with the general themes of the dorm values.

So uh, yeah. Told you it would be convoluted.

Feel free to add and or correct!

[on-a-lucky-tide]

(Aiden/Lambert; a small dedication to the beautiful artwork by @elmonstro that was one of the first things to greet me when I opened the "witcher Lambert" tag after so long away. Cheers, bud. Rated: T.)

“—so, there we were, Gaetan stuck with his arse in the fence, Joel had cast Somne on the cock—hurr, hurr—cockeral, and—“

Beneath the branches of a gnarled old tree, Lambert and Aiden found respite from the midsummer heat. The sun played hide-and-seek through the verdant leaves as they swayed idly in the breeze, casting a dance of light and shadow over the forest floor. With naught but the rush of the waterfall behind them and the warm lilt of Aiden’s voice, Lambert all but forgot the world beyond their little patch of paradise. He was only half listening to the actual words; Aiden could be listing the anatomical parts of a drowner dick for all Lambert cared, as long as he kept talking, and gesticulating, and laughing. Like that.  Just like that. 

Lambert quirked both eyebrows and hummed a non-commital acknowledgment of the story as Aiden progressed onto the details of how they extracted Gaetan’s backside from the fence. 

Lambert and Aiden had met just outside Vattweir, heading west along the main path through the Kestrel Mountains. Aiden had just finished up a routine dog clearance–slim pickings this time of year, when even monsters shirked the heat in favour of their gloomy lairs, tunnels, and hideaways–and Lambert had been hoping to pick up some escort jobs with local merchants. Any thought of coin had evaporated the moment he had heard Aiden’s familiar bray from across the meadow. 

Instead of turning back to town, they had decided to find some peace in the mountains. There was only so much human stank and fuckery Lambert could take in one go, and he’d reached his limit a whole two contracts ago. The wilderness was a welcome relief. The cacophony of humanity replaced by the subtle hum of nature. But only idiots left the trail at the height of ‘bandit season’ to go for a swim in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, even a witcher. Yet, when Aiden had insisted, Lambert had been powerless to resist. At Aiden’s side, Lambert felt invincible. Just the two of them against the world. 

What they had–shit, Lambert couldn’t name what they had. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. When he looked at Aiden, he felt a swell of something soft and gooey in his chest, his skin prickled, his toes tingled. Why did his fucking toes tingle? He had no idea. They just did. It was Aiden. Always Aiden. 

It didn’t matter what mood he was in when Aiden found him–angry, miserable, despondent, wounded–within hours, Aiden would have him laughing, smiling, patched up. They would share a brew, a rabbit haunch, and swap stories like two old girls gossiping over a wash basin. But that wasn’t even the best part was it? N,aww. The best part was when they rested their heads down, side by side, and watched the stars.

In those moments, they would talk in hushed whispers about the world beyond the Path, like if they talked too loudly, their Masters would appear to steal the dreams and the hopes from their heads and throw them to the monsters. Vesemir, old dog. He’d have an absolute shit-fit if he knew. Lambert could hear him drone now, Stars are for tracking, boy, not dreaming. Get your head out your arse. Lambert might have agreed two years ago. 

Not now though. 

Now he looked heavenward and saw Aiden. 

The hushed dreams they shared of a future where they could become more, the glisten of mirth in his eyes when Lambert was especially vulgar, the corners crinkled, cheeks dimpled, and now the drying droplets on his skin, shimmering like diamonds as they ran in rivulets with every one of his twitches and flails.

With Aiden’s head on his thigh, Lambert had the perfect view of it all. Well, not all. They had pulled their trews on for comfort after the dip; he didn’t much fancy chancing fighting off an ambush with his dick out. (“There’s always a chance”--”Fuck, Bertie, you could knock ‘em clean out with that cudgel you’re packing, I really wouldn’t worry.”) And now Lambert was somewhat regretting his caution, his eyes wandering from the gleam of Aiden’s chest to the line of his waistband, and–

“You’ve not listened to a plowing word I’ve said, have you?”

“Huh?” Lambert blinked, and rubbed the back of his head. “Uh, Gaetan’s arse… Joel Somne’d the…” 

“You absolute bellend. I was just getting to the good part.” Aiden threw his hands up in exasperation, the knife he had been twiddling through slender fingers falling to the forest floor with a dull thud. “Fine, if my offerings aren’t intellectual enough to entertain Master Lambert, he can come up with a story of his own for the masses.” Aiden gestured to the peaceful emptiness of the forest before flopping both palms onto his belly, and Lambert huffed a wry laugh.

“Ahh, I’ve got nothin’ you haven’t heard a million times,” Lambert said, “tell me again, I’ll listen this time. Promise.”

“Oh yeah? You won’t get distracted by whatever’s brewing in that thick skull of yours.”

A hint of a smirk quirked at the corner of Lambert’s mouth, and Lambert watched as Aiden’s pupils blew a little wider. Probably one of the few people on the Continent who looked like that whenever he was faced by Lambert’s sardonic attitude. Lambert reached out to brush a lock of dark hair from Aiden’s forehead. “Can’t make any promises, but I’ll try my best.”

“Soppy fuck,” Aiden mumbled, lower lip pushing up in a brief pout before his hands lifted into the air again. “So, as I was saying, we heard about this alderman–”

Lambert closed his eyes and leaned back against the old tree, allowing himself to float in the sounds of the forest and the gentle lull of Aiden’s voice. Maybe his lot wasn’t so bad after all.

[trillscienceofficer]

The thing about Jake/Ezri is that... I get the feeling that most people look at this ship, and I would gladly accept a correction here, as a way for both of them to have some more 'age appropriate' romantic relationships, which both characters egregiously lack in the show. Which don't get me wrong, is not a bad impulse! (sidenote, I actually think this lack is especially glaring for Jake more than it is for Ezri—I don't miss the couple of episodes where he was apparently dating a woman in her 20s as a teen, as others have pointed out that was a storyline that stank of racist assumptions on the lives of Black boys from a mile off)

But I personally find it difficult to see Ezri/Jake as this, idk, cute 'ideal' pairing, and to me it's more interesting to consider any romantic feelings as... something they're very much not supposed to have for each other.

See, I love the idea of Ezri being the first iteration of Dax that Jake can truly see as his equal, and the way they seem to get along immediately in "Shadows and Symbols", how this represents something unprecedented for both of them even if they just met. They see each other as being more similar than different, and worried in similar ways by Benjamin's behavior. I think that's a really interesting foundation for a relationship.

The obvious rub is that Ezri, despite her nominal age, remembers watching Jake growing up practically from the moment he was born, not to mention having known Benjamin since he was an Ensign. That can't not be awkward as hell. And on Jake's side, Benjamin explicitly telling Jake to not 'even think about it' when he says she's cute at the end of "Afterimage".

So what happens when two young people in their early twenties are drawn to each other but there's this whole mountain of history between them that neither has exactly chosen for themselves? What happens after the ending of DS9, when they all believe Benjamin is gone, and what remains is grief, Jake's devotion to (the memory of) his father and Ezri's decades-long friendship with someone who has meant so much to her and her two previous hosts, no matter Ezri's complex thoughts on the topic of her joining? What happens to them both when the other is just the closest thing to the person they've both lost, but said person definitely would have mixed feelings about the two of them getting closer that way?

(I'm always reminded of "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon" here, where honoring the memory of someone they both lost is keeping protagonists Li Mu Bai and Yu Shu Lien apart despite the obvious fondness they have for each other, something that developed between them as a result of said loss.)

I just think there's huge potential for very fucked up feelings and bad ways of dealing with grief, as slow-burn will-they won't-they madness, with Jake/Ezri and honestly this is the angle that compels me the most about this pairing.

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 9

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

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"Pleaseeeeee, c'mon, Mr. Stank. Lemme goooooooooooooo," you pleaded.

It was a couple of days after you had returned to your internship, and Tony had just informed you that you didn't have to come in the next day because he was going to leave tomorrow for the signing of the Accords.

You knew about the bombing that ended up killing king T'Chaka, and how it really set off a whole shitstorm, which wasn't something you could just warn about, because that would prompt far too many questions. You still weren't sure how exactly you would keep the Avengers together, but you needed to be there. Besides, you had an Iron Man suit, you had training(which was still painful, given it's only been like 2 weeks, but you knew technique and you wished you had more time but fucking Zemo couldn't wait a little while longer to get violent), and you had the ultimate power of being a giant Marvel nerd. Given all of that, you needed to go with Tony to the signing, you needed to change the timeline.

Which led to the current situation, you imploring him to bring you along.

Tony's eye twitched. "Stop the asking, you're not going."

And Tony refusing your requests. 

"But-" you scrambled for a good reason, "-I'm your intern. I need some real world experience. So I should go with you." Your hands were clasped together tightly, grasp firm. 

He snorted. "Kid, you fly around in an Iron Man suit, I don't think you need anymore 'real world experience'."

"And I am and always will be grateful for that-" you declared honestly, "-I just think that I should go with you."

Tony looked at you. It was not lost on him how much you wanted to go(especially since you had pleaded with him for almost an hour), and unfortunately for him, he had a soft spot for you. He cursed under his breath. Sighing, he said, "I guess you can come."

Your eyes lit up, hands releasing each other and forming fists which you pumped excitedly. Your grin was filled with excitement and relief, expression almost glowing. 

"You are so amazing, Mr. Stank!" Your arms wrapped around him in a quick hug before you darted off, calling out over your shoulder. "I'll go pack right now! See you tomorrow!"

Tony shook his head, watching you leave with a fond smile on his face and a chuckle escaping his lips. "You are something else, kid."

~~

You looked around, taking in the abundance of clothing surrounding you. There were long sleeves, t-shirts, workout clothes, and far too much more. You had one suitcase, and you were trying to figure out what was essential and what you could leave behind. 

It had taken a good two hours of begging and reasoning to get your parents to agree, but eventually, you managed to gain their grudging permission. You had to guilt them slightly to get them to agree, which made you feel bad, but desperate times. 

You wondered how Loki was doing, wondering if you would ever see him again. And you quietly hoped that Thor was ok. But you knew the likeliness. Especially because you knew that Ragnarok happens around the same time as Civil War. Your heart hurt for the hardship they would both go through.

Your phone rang from somewhere beneath the pajama pile, shaking you out of your thoughts and making you scramble through it until you found the device.

"Hey, Pete," you said, holding the phone to your ear while you folded the pajamas.

"Hi, (n/n), whatchu doing?" 

You hummed. "Folding my clothes."

"Oh, chores?"

"Nope." A smile began to grow on your face, "I'm going to Vienna!"

"Really? That's so cool!" Peter exclaimed. "Do you need any help packing?"

You really didn't.

But...

Peter Parker was offering to help you pack.

"If you're not busy-" you responded, "-then I'd love some help, honeybun."

"I'll be right over."

And just like he said, he was there quickly. The two of you worked to pack up all the clothes, finishing relatively fast. Peter was pretty terrible at folding clothes, but he tried so hard and you didn't have the heart to tell him. Especially with how proud he looked after doing it. It's not like you cared that much anyway, so you just shoved it all into the suitcase and high-fived Peter for the completion of the task. 

Once all that was finished, the two of you sat on the floor, talking to each other. You explained to him why you were going to Vienna, and he was smiling the whole time because you were ok. 

You cherished it, and only after he left did it occur to you.

If things went wrong, and you weren't able to stop the fight...you might not see Peter ever again. 

That thought forced you out of your apartment and running in the direction he had gone in. Luckily, he had only just exited the apartment complex. When you caught him, you had a quick glimpse of the expression of surprise on his face before you threw your arms around him. You held him tightly, savoring the feeling of comfort. His arms wound around you instinctually, and you only squeezed him tighter, whispering a quiet "goodbye" while you held him. 

You held him with the knowledge that you might never see him again, thoughts in a whirlwind. 

What if you couldn't keep the Avengers together? What if you failed everybody and changed nothing? What if you died when Thanos came? What if-

"Why are you saying goodbye, (n/n)?" Peter asked, voice soft.

Shit. Enhanced senses. 

You facepalmed mentally, berating yourself for not remembering. 

"I'm just not sure when we're leaving tomorrow," you said. You couldn't specify anything because if you lied, he would be able to tell from your heartbeat. Super-hearing and all that.

"So you wanted to say goodbye right now," Peter finished. "Well, whatever time you leave, could you let me know? If you're too busy I get it."

You separated from the hug(reluctantly), and nodded. "Of course, honeybun."

Peter looked at you. The way your eyes shone beneath the lights of the city, the way you held yourself. Your smile soft, almost sad. But, no. That was the wrong word. It was gentle, and it was happy, but it was also sorrowful.

It was....bittersweet.

That was the word. It was bittersweet and melancholic like you knew something but you couldn't tell him and you were just savoring the time you had left.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of such ridiculous thoughts. 

But the thoughts lingered, and he wrapped his arms back around you because you were there. There was nothing wrong, you were fine, and he was fine, everything was fine. 

But, was it really...?

And he tried to ignore that voice because, yes, everything was fine. Everything had to be fine.

Even still, he held you tightly, afraid of what might happen if he let go.

~~

"First time in a private jet?" Natasha asked with a quirk of her eyebrows. The two of you were seated beside each other on a comfy sofa in Tony's jet, the man himself busy in the cockpit with something. 

You nodded, knees bouncing with nerves. "It's really cool."

Her eyes softened as she took you in, the tense posture, crease between your eyebrows from furrowing them. "No need to be so tense," she tried to sooth you.

"Yeah, it's not like the Avengers might break up or something," your sarcasm apparent. You winced at your own tone. "Sorry."

Her smile was small, and you were positive it wasn't sincere. Not because she was bad at hiding her feelings, of course not, she was the Black Widow, she was quite literally an expert at hiding her feelings. But you knew how much she cared about all of them, they were her family.

"Do we know is she had family?" Tony's voice hushed. 

Steve nodded, head down while he responded. "Yeah, us."

You squeezed your eyes shut, nopenopenope, we're not thinking about that. That isn't going to happen. I'm going to change it. I have to.

A hand squeezed your shoulder gently, a comforting gesture that made you open your eyes to meet green ones. 

"You don't need to apologize, your reaction is perfectly reasonable." She looked away, "I mean- this situation has been rough on everybody. It really...sucks. I hate this," she admitted, her voice uncharacteristically void of confidence. It was something you admired about her, her confidence and how she held her head high, unapologetic for her strength(as she should be) and unwilling to back down to anything. 

But for all her strength, there were weaknesses(just as there was with everybody). And her family being torn apart was a big weakness, especially for someone who had made it her business to hide behind as many masks as possible in order to protect her. Someone who had only survived by not caring for anyone or anything. 

You hesitated, unsure how to comfort her. "You're really strong. I just- I mean, you're just trying to keep the team together. It takes a lot of strength to try to hold stuff together when everything is trying to pull it apart."

That statement went for her efforts to keep the Avengers together, as well as maintaining a strong front when such a concerning situation was happening. 

"You are, too." Natasha said, a small smile on her face that you hoped was sincere. You didn't want her to feel like she had to hold up a façade for you, you wanted her to let it out. To tell you just how stressed she was. So that you could give her the comfort that her character had given you for years.

Natasha wrapped you in a hug, turning to face you on the couch. It was a quick embrace, one that you returned entirely, a complete hoe for hugs by any of your favorite heroes. 

You were gonna get spoiled by all the hugs they've been giving you.

Tony exited the cockpit to find the two of you playing Uno, smiling as he saw how happy you were.

He cleared his throat, garnering your attention. "I can't believe the two of you started playing Uno without me."

And that's how the next couple of hours went, the three of you playing card games and eating the snacks Tony had stocked the jet with. You got the feeling that they were doing it to distract you, given they had seen how much you opposed the Accords. What you didn't know, was that those hours of careless fun was just what the other two needed, both having inhibitions about the coming situation that kept them tense.

When the jet landed, you exited with Natasha, Tony going back into the cockpit.

You looked around, Natasha noticing your searching gaze. "We're not in Vienna, we're in London."

"Oh," you said, "why?" 

Almost immediately after you asked, you realized why. In the movie, Natasha goes to Peggy's funeral, comforting Steve after the devastating loss. 

"Steve lost someone recently," Natasha answered, "you might want to stay here, he won't be in the greatest mindset."

"Nope." You shook your head resolutely. "Aren't friends supposed to help each other?"

Natasha took you in, your determined stance. The guilt behind your eyes, for what? She didn't know, but she wasn't going to stop you from being a good friend.

"Alright, we should go then."

~~

The two of you stood in the back of the cathedral, respectfully silent as the service ended. You looked around, taking in the gorgeous building, reflecting on how much the beauty could deceive observers about the mourning going on within. 

The two of you didn't approach Steve until the last of the mourners left, leaving Steve standing alone in the empty cathedral. He was looking down, but he lifted his head as the two of you drew nearer to him.

"When I came out of the ice, I thought everyone I had known was gone. Then I found out that she was alive. I was just lucky to have her."

Your heart twinged, a pang of grief striking you with his words. 

"She had you back, too." Natasha said.

You nodded. "You gave her closure, Steve."

He looked between the two of you, eyes soft and gaze broken.

"Who else signed?" Steve prompted.

You bowed your head, as if his losing Peggy wasn't horrible enough, he was about to lose half his family too.

Natasha answered the question, "Tony. Rhodey. Vision." 

"Clint?"

Natasha's smile was faint. "Says he's retired."

"Wanda?"

"TBD. I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. There's plenty of room on the jet." Natasha offered, giving him one last chance.

You just stared at your feet, unsure of what to do. You didn't exactly have an abundance of people you were close to in your previous world, so you really had no clue about people interactions and you normally just winged it, but with a situation this tense, you were lost and you didn't want to hurt Steve. 

Steve sighed at Nat's offer, bowing his head.

"Just because it's the path of least resistance doesn't mean it's the wrong path." Natasha said, the way she said it gave you the idea that she was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince Steve. "Staying together is more important than how we stay together."

"What are we giving up to do it?" Natasha sighed at his words, Steve shook his head. "I'm sorry, Nat. I can't sign it."

"I know." Natasha said, you saying the same two words in your head. 

"Then why are the two of you here?" Steve asked.

"We didn't want you to be alone."

~~

Natasha had gone to the bathroom, leaving you with Steve. Steve wouldn't look at you, guilt and grief keeping him from facing you, the woman who had been there for him since she met him.

You looked at the mourning man, gaze sweeping over his form. "I-" you stopped as Steve's piercing eyes raised to meet yours. You were painfully out of your depth, hesitant and unsure about what to say and how to act.

Swallowing, you continued, "I'm- I, I just think that today the whole world should mourn, because one of the greatest, strongest, people on this planet is gone, and she left a tremendous mark on so many people."

 Some of those people weren't even in her universe and she managed to inspire them. You were, by no means, the only woman from your world to find solace and strength in the wonderful woman.

"She was...amazing." You meant every word you were saying. "The kind of person people aspire to be."

Your voice lowered, speaking at barely a murmur. "The kind of person I aspire to be."

[prodigal-explorer]

rating the omori characters by how stinky i think they are

(don't get mad at this, it's just a joke! also 10 is super stinky, and 0 is not stinky at all. also this isn't meant to shame anybody's habits, although i do think the whole "white people don't wash their ass" thing is really funny and unfortunately true)

sunny -> 10/10. this guy has not showered in weeks. it isn't just a depression thing, he just doesn't like it. the water is always either too hot or too cold, and the shower floor always feels too grimy beneath his feet, and the smells of all the different soaps make his head hurt. he just struggles with the sensory side of it too. and he thinks about how mari used to help bathe him when he was little, and it's just too bitter.

basil -> 9/10. i think he showers more often than sunny does, but definitely not enough. he's also one of those "all natural" bitches who uses crystal deodorant (nasty) and washes his hair like once a year. also he's probably never washed his ass or used a washcloth in his life...sorry gang i'm just dropping truth here you've seen how white both he and his guardian is.

aubrey -> 7.5/10. see here's the thing: aubrey is a teenage girl. she's going to be extremely insecure about stanking, but considering her home situation, it's very hard for her to be smelling fresh. she has to steal money in order to buy basic things like deodorant and soap, and the water is never on at her house consistently, and the bathroom is just disgusting. so she's stinkier than she wants to be, but it can't really be helped. usually, she just sneaks a shower after school in the locker rooms, though that isn't possible during summer vacation and such.

kel -> 5/10. i was going to make him stinkier because he's just always on the move, always playing sports, so he's always sweaty, but i think kel would have a pretty decent shower schedule to wash all that off, especially because he looks up to hero. and he shares a room with hero, and hero definitely WOULD NOT let kel stank up the whole bedroom with his stench. so i think kel would be mildly stinky, but he showers enough that it's decently mitigated. also he likes to steal hero's products sometimes.

hero -> 0/10. this man does not stink whatsoever. he cares so much about hygiene, he's that guy who brushes his teeth after every single meal/snack, he has like seven different products that he uses in the shower, and he'll stand in the steamy hot water for an hour. it's a form of self-care! he was also the one (alongside mari) who taught the others in the group how to shower properly, though they don't always listen to him (especially the white ones LMAO). he's constantly telling them that they actually do need to wash their asses and that a washcloth is actually an essential and they have to scrub their legs and feet because the soapy water running down them is not enough.

mari -> -100/10. it's physically impossible for mari to stink. not only does she have a lot of similar habits to hero, but she got the asian gene that makes her not have body odor, and she has a tiny little perfume collection that she uses regularly whenever she goes out, which means that she's always radiating a gentle scent of flowers or vanilla. her favorite scent is jasmine, and sometimes, she sprays it in sunny's stinky room when he isn't there.

[aikoiya]

LoZ - Ganondorf's Sexual Profile

MDNI

I see most of the Ganons as having a similar basic personality with differences based on their personal life experiences.

CoH, OoT, TP, & WW Ganondorf are the same Ganondorf but at different stages of his life & thus, exhibits different levels of maturity based on the external influences in his life.

Similarly, FSA & HW Ganondorf are likewise the same Dorf.

Tell me if you think my assessments are accurate or not.

For a non-sexual profile, go to Ganondorf's Characterization Profile.

Also, please keep in mind that these ideas are all free to use.

LoZ Linked Universe Masterlist

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I've just come up with nicknames for the various Ganondorfs in a way reminiscent of Linked Universe.

FS = Sloth

CoH = Ambition (because he's just a kid & is mostly just a rude little brat, so he isn't represented by a sin here)

OoT = Greed

TP = Pride

WW = Envy

FSA = Gluttony (Pre-HW Lust)

HW = Lust or Lech (though, the only ones able to call him the second one are other Gdorfs)

TotK = Wrath

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I actually theorize that a new Gerudo-born incarnation of Demise's hatred is born every 2,000-10,000 years. If true, then by that logic, it means that around 16,000-50,000 years have passed between Skyward Sword & Tears of the Kingdom's presents.

However, I don't think that a Gerudo male still being alive really affects when another will be born. More so, it happens on a schedule. So, it's actually very possible for 2 Gerudo males to be alive at the same time.

Now, Gerudo males are still born every century between, right on schedule. They're just lucky enough to not be Demise's grudgemental stank reborn.

One thing of interest; these Gerudo males are always born on the 12th, though the month tends to change.

The Gerudo males are referred to as Centennial Kings or Mafzīnànkha Voe'attàren. However, those born of Demise's hatred these days are known as the Myriennial Tyrants or Mafzī'àlfankha Sûlfetànïren. They are also often referred to as the Vōton al’Khinzīr’è or Sons of the Boar as they are always born on February the 12th, under the sign of the Boar Constellation. Though, it took a very long time to figure that one out considering there's only been, like, 3 max.

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Also, to keep track of each Gerudo King, they are given a birth name & a King Name. Their King Name is a descriptor of when & where they were born.

However, every Gerudo King has the same family name: Drāgamīr. From the Gerudan root words, Drāga meaning noble dragon, & Mīr meaning general or ruler. This means that Drāgamīr can be translated into draconian general or tyrant.

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Kinks:

Fairly Consistent:

Small Tusks - I just sorta headcanon that male Gerudo generally have small, not obvious tusks & even smaller upper canines. This leads to them having very slight underbites.

Straight or Close To It - Just, generally prefers biological women, no matter the iteration. Both romantically & sexually. Will take no substitutions. Even when he does have sex with men, it's generally as a humiliation or dominance tactic as per the old custom of Feminizing the Enemy. As a result, most Gdorfs don't fuck with men often.

Except for Lust, he's borderline bisexual.

Feminizing the Enemy - A sexual war crime where someone rapes their enemy to exert dominance over them or to just outright humiliate them. Used to be a fairly common tactic for the Gerudo back before they stopped thieving. The Vaien (women) especially did this partially as a means to continue the Gerudo race.

In fact, way back when, most Gerudo were fathered by enemies of the tribe or male concubines which are foreign men enslaved to act as studs. As such, not many Gdorfs will see anything wrong with it.

(This theory is mostly based on the reactions of several Hyruleans, not just Hylians either. Several men in Castle Town react, not with derision, but rather abject fear at the mere sight of a Gerudo Vai. These reactions were visceral. Not the typical reaction one might have towards simple bandits. This showcased a fear for the loss of something important. Also, keep in mind that the Gerudo Fortress has 6 very large cells. Large enough to fit many prisoners. Why would they need such cells if they had no purpose? And also keep in mind that when caught as a child, Link is toss off the bridge into the river below. But when caught as a teenager, he's instead thrown into a cell. Now, I don't know how to explain it away without being disparaging, but in the Japanese text, the Gossip Stone at the Temple of Time says that ゲル ド族は時々ハイラルの町にボーイハント しに来る, which translates to "The Gerudo sometimes come to Hyrule Castle town to go boy hunting." Which is different to searching for boyfriends. All I'm saying is, the optics aren't looking good.)

Anyway, Greed, Envy, Gluttony, & Wrath only seem to do this to their female enemies. This was always considered a boon as a Voe could sire many Vaivïn in very little time. So, in times when Kōme & Kotake were in charge, any foreign women that a Gdorf bred against her will were commonly brought back to base, where she'd be imprisoned. If she turned out to be pregnant, they would tend to her until the child was born, & if the Gdorf took a liking to her, he could keep her as one of his toys.

However, a Darling who has experienced such trauma personally might be able to provide him with a different perspective on the subject. Especially if he's at a point where he deeply respects & trusts her. It doesn't negate his crimes, but it does allow him to better understand that these things are not okay.

It wasn't until the Gerudo had a legitimate alliance with Hyrule that they were able to discontinue the practice entirely.

Yandere - Very possessive & can definitely be obsessive. However, to what degree & how evident his yandere traits are tends to vary between iterations. However, whenever he's classified as a "soft" yandere, he becomes far less likely to punish his Darling with physical pain & more likely to either punish her by holding blackmail over her head, by going after her loved ones, or via pleasure & overstimulation. It depends on the "crime." At the same time, that doesn't mean that he won't hurt her as punishment, just that he's much less likely to do so.

However, generally speaking, he'll almost always be very manipulative with her. Or, at least he'd try to.

Paradoxically, he'd actually find a woman who he couldn't manipulate, very attractive.

What can I say, he likes a challenge.

Manipulative - He's just a naturally cunning & manipulative individual with very little qualms with using others for his own gain. He also finds it easy to betray those he sees as less than him. He can even be borderline Shang Tsun (Mortal Kombat) depending on the version of him.

Control Freak - Depending on his iteration, he can have control issues. Part of this is due to having felt powerless as a child as his mothers tended to have him on a short leash.

Naturally Deceptive - A liar. He falls into the role of deceiver naturally & with great ease.

Naturally Dominant - Due to the societal pressures placed upon him at a young age as the Centennial King, he tries to project dominance at all times, especially when near his subjects.

King Alone - Initially doesn't ever intend to marry as that would mean sharing his power. As such, he instead has many concubines to attend to his needs.

However, this changes when he finds his Darling. At least, most of the time.

Machismo vs Caballerismo - Tends to originally classify as misapplied Machismo, meaning aggressive & overly macho. Though, even when he is primarily misapplied Machismo, he is very much not chauvinistic or sexist due to how he grew up, except against weak women. He hates weak women. At the same time, he also isn't chivalrous either. However, real, genuine love & care tends to soften him & he begins to exhibit more correctly-applied Machismo (meaning to project the features of a man, specifically stoicism, strong, dominant, resiliant, cool, virile, ect), as well as Caballerismo tendencies (such as nurturing, being family-oriented, protective, & chivalrous).

Said correctly-used Machismo will eventually become his new public disposition, thus becoming truly masculine.

However, his newly acquired Caballerismo tendencies will generally only come out around those he cares about.

Struggles With His Masculinity - Due to being raised by all women & no other men besides concubini (plural of concubinus; defined as male concubines) being allowed in, Gdorf really only had those very women's understanding of what being a man was & the concubini for examples.

It also doesn't really help that his mothers tend to encourage the more negative behaviors most commonly associated with men.

However, despite this less than ideal situation, he tends to be expected to be this pillar of masculinity for his community without much decent direction, which tends to put a lot of stress on him, especially in his early years. As such, his masculinity is actually pretty fragile & only gets marginally stronger with experience if he never gets better role models.

Even amongst his own race, he is always considered as "other" due to being a male & this results in him feeling extremely alienated as he is always forced to become innately aware of the fact that the Vaien (women) of his tribe tend to talk about & treat men as almost an entirely different, even alien, species.

He was also generally barred from visiting the more populated parts of the Gerudo settlements until after all the Vaivïn (girls) below 18 had been lain down for bed. This way, none of the Vaivïn ever saw him, as per the Gerudo's custom.

However, this results in him never really interacting with other children his age, which results in him being ill-socialized. At least, until he himself had reached 18 as well, but the sudden introduction to peers without any experience with them tends to cause him to close off from them.

In this way, he doesn't really understand what being a man actually means. Though, he manages to hide the fact that he's been absolutely starved of positive male role models, potential father figures, & even male peers, rather well. However, when this fact does show itself, the reality & obviousness of it tends to be staggering; glaring even.

Generally, it just shows itself in little ways. Like not knowing how to shake hands with a firm grip properly while maintaining eye contact or how to be strong & firm, but also gentle at the same time. Or how to be competitive in a lighthearted & friendly way while not letting pride sour things. Or how to not take certain things to heart. How to be resilient in character & not just in body.

It also shows itself in how he feels the need to gain female attention. How he's become codependent of the women around him, specifically depending upon his mothers' approval in order to feel validated.

And when he realizes that his basically non-existant understanding of manhood has been made apparent to someone, he becomes embarrassed & ashamed, then aggressive.

Secretly Insecure - Hides it extremely well.

Breast Man - Don't get him wrong. He enjoys flared hips, a plump ass, & shapely legs too & will never say no to them, but he just can't help how much he loves a soft, pillowy bust. Not even just sexually either.

Sometimes when he's overwhelmed, stressed, or just frustrated, he likes to hold his Darling around the waist & rest his head on her chest with her in his lap & drown everything out.

Part of it has to do with hearing her heartbeat, which helps to ground him in the moment with another part just being the smell of her skin. Not to mention the feel of her skin surrounding him. He most especially loves the smell when she's pregnant or still breastfeeding. The scent of milk & and motherhood, along with her natural smell, is quite soothing. Add to that the feel of her warmth & her closeness & it's something that he finds very comforting.

Especially appreciates it if she begins to pet his head, run her fingers through his hair, or sing quietly to him. It very much relaxes him & may just end up causing him to fall asleep buried in her bosom.

He typically doesn't even mind if she starts talking to him about her day. It's nice to listen to her chatter because it can help to distract him from his own stressors. Though, if he's feeling particularly overstimulated & isn’t in the right state of mind for talk, he 'll grunt or grumble or lightly nip (without any real bite) at her skin to showcase his displeasure. I also think that he'd be particularly appreciative of a Darling who notices & acquiesces.

Part of it also has to do with a general fascination because not many Gerudo Vaien have large busts. A shapely lower-half, absolutely, but not very busty.

Now, there's definitely lust to his attraction to breasts, I'm just saying that there's more to it than that is all.

Naturally Dominant - Due to the societal pressures placed upon him at a young age as the Centennial King, he tries to project dominance at all times, especially when near his subjects.

Flirty & Charming - Part of this is connected to being manipulative. He sees what he wants & will get it by whatever means necessary. Even if it means flirting with the enemy.

Even the straight Dorfs, if he senses that a male enemy can be manipulated in such a way, is more than willing to go that route even if he silently degrades them for their predilections.

Endearment Usage - Most Gdorfs are pretty frugal with handing out nicknames & endearments unless he legitimately cares about them.

But if he does, then he very much likes giving his beloved nicknames.

Extremely Monogamous - The idea of cheating on someone he legit cares about would leave him shocked & aghast. This is due to the Gerudo just being an extremely romantically exclusive & monogamous people in regards to their hearts. Romance is considered something almost entirely separate from, yet still connected to, sex & the Gerudo, just as a people, are very cautious with their hearts. They also, as a culture, value fidelity.

Like, to the point where infidelity is considered a serious taboo. Even a crime punishable by death.

Amazon Chaser - A number loves it when he's beaten by a woman, but not all of them. However, fighting him to a stalemate? That almost always catches his attention. He loves that. Especially if she exhibits tremendous skill during their fight.

Now, being beaten consistently will definitely chafe him, but the occasional win? That's hot!

He also loves to watch his Darling take down those who challenge her, proving her right to be at his side. Finds it excessively sexy.

However, in the worst case scenario, this, plus his yandere tendencies when added to a woman who does manage to defeat him in battle consistently, can result in extreme ambivalence, specifically abheroticism, which is to both hate & lust after. This can cause a lot of toxic desires revolving around dominance & possession, which can lead to a deepening of his yandere-ness until he eventually reaches the yandere event horizon. Meaning, he goes full crazy pants.

- Dextrophile - Competency is hot. Displays of talent or competency is an immediate head-turner for him.

Goes hand-in-hand with being an Amazon Chaser.

One of very few things that literally every Dorf has in common.

Loves Begging - All of them enjoy it to a degree. Just comes with being an evil bastard. But Pride has a serious problem. He likes it too much. He especially enjoys lording over his conquests.

Yet, when the tables are turned, he begs so prettily.

Manhandler - Bastard's huge. You know that he uses it to his advantage, too. He'll hold his lovers down or hold them in the air as he ducks them.

Breeder Balls - And with the kink to go with them. No one will convince me otherwise. Just generally has macroorchidism & hyperspermia, but with an unusually high sperm count, even compared to one without hyperspermia. This is thought to be a blessing from Vah Sāqmàla, being a Gerudo goddess of vivifatility (pertaining to both virility & fertility).

Very few Voen (men) other than the Centennial King are bequeathed with this feature as it wasn't a common thing for Voen before the female-only curse, which theologians theorize to be part of Vah Gela's boon. Which, would make a degree of sense considering Vah Gela is said to have been one of Vah Sāqmàla's many daughters.

However, every Centennial King has it.

This is why the condition is often referred to as Mùta Vallah'jï Shôhxàl (Sex Goddess's Divine Favor).

Long Ejaculation Times - His beast form is a boar after all.

Power Dynamics - Naturally dominant & enjoys asserting himself over others. However, he has a secret submissive streak &, depending on which Gdorf, he'll either be initially uncomfortable with it, embrace it, or reject it entirely.

Thinks that watching his Darling ride him is a thing of true beauty.

Dirty Talker - The mouths on certain Gdorfs can be downright filthy at times.

Partner Pleaser - Most Gdorfs take great pride in his abilities as a lover & won't be satisfied with a lay unless his partner has cum at least twice, if not thrice. That isn't to say that that's all the rounds he can go for. Rather, it's what each one requires before he allows himself to cum even once. Though, when it's just anyone, it's less about being a kind lover & more so for self-satisfaction & to exert control over them. A desire to watch his lover writhe as they come undone due to his ministrations.

Praise/Degradation - Depends on the Gdorf & the situation.

Body Worship - Always initially just receiving cock worship, as it really strokes his ego & makes him feel like a god. However, if he loves his Darling, he'll become an avid giver as well.

Marking Kink - Loves it when his Vai leaves marks on his body & likewise loves to see his own marks on hers. However, if a Voe does it, he'll see it as an act of defiance & an attempt to dominate him. Thus, it'll result in him seeing red & possibly biting a literal chunk out of the offender before spitting it out like trash.

Breeding & Pregnancy Kink - Loves completing inside his partners & hates having to pull out before cumming. However, it's mostly about the feel for him until he's found his Darling.

Afterwards, it becomes a complex mix of wanting to claim her as his in the most intimate place possible & wanting to have her carry his heirs. If he's not careful, he could overstimulate them both with how feral it can make him.

Master Pussy-Eater - I mean, is it really surprising? With time & experience, his skill at bringing women to nirvana is top notch. Though, when he does it to his Darling, he'll have a tendency to get pussy-drunk & could accidentally overstimulate her.

Tsundere Peggee - Would like it a lot when his woman uses his ass (though only his Vai), but initially believes that he wouldn't & would be deeply opposed to trying in most situations, seeing it as a knock at his masculinity. Would only consider it in certain situations. Even after trying it, he'd try to deny how much he enjoys it & it would take time to get him to admit to it. That doesn't mean he prefers it that way. Rather, it's just another fun option for play.

Snarls When He Cums If It's Really Good - Nuff said.

Sealing Balls - Tends to get blue balls something fierce after being sealed away for a long time. As such, it isn't uncommon for him to perform a bit of classic piracy.

Best Match - A strong, honest, capable woman who (quietly) demands respect, sees past all his crap, & doesn't believe his lies, while managing to be respectful at the same time, but also doesn't try to change or "reform" him. Holds him accountable & wont sugarcoat things. A woman who'll enforce rules & lines that she will not allow to be crossed between them if he wants their relationship to continue, but will also respect the boundaries that he puts in place. Who can counter all his attempts to control or manipulate her, whether consciously or subconsciously. Both humble, yet confident & proud in her own, not egotistical way. And, despite himself, he'd be deeply attracted to one with strong maternal instincts. Because some buried part of him desires a family who will love him unconditionally.

He'd be unprepared for someone so direct & unaffected by his tricks. Especially someone able to unbalance him. In this way, he would find himself charmed. These things will cause him to respect her in a way that he doesn't many others.

Which, respect is extremely important for him in any relationship. If he respects you, he is far less likely to betray you. It's even more important for a Darling to have his respect in lives where he's NPD or even just borderline NPD.

He also just very much likes 'em in one of 2 extremes: feisty badass & elegant, yet deceptively lethal badass.

Likes To See Her Angry - Thinks she looks gorgeous with that fire in her eyes. So, he very much enjoys teasing, picking on, & bickering with her.

He also just generally enjoys a good verbal duel of wits.

Wants To Be Romanced - Despite being the dominant sort, he actually really wants to be romanced. He'd legitimately melt inside if a woman tried to woo, romance, or court him. Especially if she does so using things she's learned about his interests.

Not Used To Genuineness - Most gifts he's been given throughout his lives were frivolous & superficial. Just extravagant things that look nice, but really serve no purpose. So, when given something that he truly likes or legitimately interests him or has meaning to him personally, he's both shocked & touched, but also confused. Something high-quality & handmade with care will especially make his heart flutter. It's the effort put in.

Love Language - Gift-giving & physical affection. Initially, most of his gifts will likewise be frivolous & extravagant, but the first time he gets a heartfelt gift from his Darling, he'll honestly feel outdone & will endeavor to improve his gift-giving skills. He wants her to feel every bit as touched by his gifts as he is touched by hers.

Another important one for him is time spent together, though.

Touch Starved - Is initially uncomfortable & unused to positive non-sexual physical affection, but upon getting used to it, begins to crave it like air. Loves having his hair touched or pulled or brushed or his scalp massaged or scratched.

Also, bathing each other is actually an important Gerudo bonding experience for married couples. For Gdorf, it's a very vulnerable & tender time. Is initially defensive & guarded when first doing so with his wife, but will gently unfurl his grip around his heart over time & bare it to her willingly.

He's actually a very warm & tender lover with his beloved wife. Is also a natural romantic at heart, but tries to keep this fact hidden & deeply buried. Loves it when his lover & him brush each other's hair. It's incredibly intimate to him as he takes his overall appearance very seriously. Will even let a Darling with hair-styling skills style his hair.

Actually, really loves his hair or head being touched, though he won't allow it unless he trusts her. But when he does & the trust is 100%, massage his head & he may just drift off to sleep in his lover's arms.

Casual Physical Affection - When near his lover & the 2 are close, he naturally draws close to her & rests his hand on her hip or shoulder or lower back. Sometimes even just bumping his hip against hers. Enjoys tilting her chin up as he dips his head down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.

Cuddle-Bug - Craves closeness. Often wraps his arms around his lover & even curls around her protectively in his sleep. Face pressed into her neck, shoulder, or hair. Sometimes drools in his sleep. Snores, but quietly. Occasionally snorts, but not often.

Loves Kisses & Casual Affection - He often leans down to kiss his lover & thinks that her standing on her toes to meet his lips is absolutely adorable. Will also pick her up by her waist or hold her under the ass or bridal style to do so.

Reciprocal Ownership - Initially, he is the type to want to own people, yet not be owned himself. Until he falls in love. At which point, he takes great pride in being claimed or in any way acknowledged as being hers.

Wears her marks with pride.

Often uses "my" to refer to her & might become inwardly flustered initially if she refers to him in the same way.

FS (Sloth) Specifically:

Don't know much about him. I'll have to play the game or watch a playthrough to get a better idea.

However, it's important to note that Sloth is who all the other Ganondorfs were named after. But they aren't his reincarnations. My hc is that Kōme & Kotake were his pupils & he was a true follower of Demise & they named the vessel of Demise's hatred after him in his honor.

The Nerdy Incel - This man's rizz levels are zero. And while he could charm a woman, he's much too much of a creep for it to stick for longer than a one-night stand.

CoH (Ambition) Specifically:

NONE, he's a kid! Leave the boy alone in this regard or I'll break your knees!

OoT (Greed) Specifically:

Keep in mind that I see him as being 19-20 at the start of OoT & 26-27 at the end of it.

Tsundere - Wants a genuine connection, but denies it. It isn't that he thinks he doesn't deserve it; in fact there isn't much that he believes he doesn't deserve. However, his mothers, & thus he himself, have convinced him that he doesn't need one beyond Kōme & Kotake. As such, when he has a genuine crush on a woman, he tends to come off as abrasive & a jerk.

Social Darwinist - The Gerudo tended to still live by a very Might Makes Right philosophy back then & one part of that was the concept of "to the victor goes the spoils."

Secretly Perverted - Can range from flirty to downright lecherous (but not chauvinistic), however he tries to keep this fact a secret, which results in him being tsundere. Will sometimes stalk his Darling & is prone to apodyopsis through the eyes. Can also be quite the tease.

Very Possessive - Both of people he genuinely cares about & of things he actually likes. In terms of things, this tends to include music sheets, his horse, & books, especially books revolving around cultural anthropology, mythology, & magical practice.

Manipulative & Eliminating Yandere - Gets very jealous & even kinda needy. Wants to be the center of his Darling's attentions & will do damn near whatever it takes to do so. Will take out anyone he thinks might be trying to take his Darling from him.

Secretly Wants To Be Dominated (but only sometimes) - If a woman can kick his ass, instant erection. Literal heart-eyes mofo! Despite being a tsundere, he will quietly crush on her afterwards.

Though, being beaten all-the-time would just make him angry & his insecurity swell. It only needs to be once.

However, it's Gerudo custom that if a ruler is beaten by a member of the opposite sex (so long as they are the relatively same age), they are to be the ruler's spouse. In the old days, the Gerudo ruler was expected to make that happen by whatever means necessary. (This tradition also holds true for the common Gerudo, though to a lesser degree.)

In many ways, as soon as she knocks him on his ass, he mentally begins referring her as his wife or his queen.

Power Dynamics - Naturally dominant & initially uncomfortable with letting go of control. He'd have to be very close to his Darling to allow that, but much like how being dominated can be relieving & destressing for CEOs, so too can it be for Greed. Will absolutely melt when dommed. That isn't to say that he doesn't enjoy being dominant &, in fact, he very much likes it, but the occasional change of pace is also very much appreciated.

Somnophile - Actually, very much enjoys watching her sleep. He's also prone to admiring her face as she dozes. Will kiss her face sweetly & tuck hair behind her ear & nuzzle her face or neck. However, he'll only do this sort of thing after they're married.

If she wakes, she'll likely catch quite the tender & fond expression on his face. However, he's tsundere af & will get flustered at having been caught like that. He might also get grumpy about it, but he isn't actually angry. Just embarrassed.

He'll refuse to fuck her while she sleeps unless he gets the idea that she'd be amenable to the idea. Though, he'll also refuse to bring up the idea himself due to being both stubborn & embarrassed.

As such, there will be times when she might wake up to find him masterbating beside her with lusty yet sweet praise, whispering past his lips like a prayer. Which, if she reveals that she's awake at that moment, will leave the man absolutely mortified & he may just lock himself away for a while.

However, if he's ever given the idea that she wouldn't mind or might even think the idea hot, Greed will have zero issue with the idea of having sex with her while she's asleep or receiving pleasure as he himself slumbers. In fact, when giving, he enjoys challenging himself to see how long he can breed her without waking her fully. Seeing it as a victory if he manages to get them both to the finish without waking her. (He tends to be extra full of himself & cocky for the rest of the day afterwards. A slight mischievous streak will also have him not mentioning it.)

He'll also whisper some of the sweetest, most honest praises you've ever heard into her ear as he gently breeds her. Unfortunately, if he happens to wake her, he'll kind of panic & stop, even pulling out & trying to hide the fact that he'd done so. And that's even after having gotten direct & open consent. Though only in the beginning. It'll take him time to fully realize that it's okay & even then, he's likely to keep flinching at first for a while.

After he's gotten adjusted, then accidently waking her, he'll stop & wait for her consent to continue as she comes to. If he's told to stop, he'll get pouty, but he'll acquiesce. However, if she tells him to keep going, he’ll do so… hesitantly, before eventually relaxing. Though, whatever praise he'll give won’t come out quite as raw as while she was asleep.

One great, if somewhat cruel, way to get him to stop that is by pretending she’s still asleep & memorizing everything he says, then the next morning, use those same words to praise him back.

He'll be shocked & sputter, but she should not give him a direct answer unless he asks a direct question about it. However, she should make it clear through expressions & euphemisms that she enjoyed it. Not to mention, kisses (deep & passionate, yet filled with love) of affirmation as a greeting for the day while she holds his face tenderly. Like he's sincerely the most precious treasure she's ever laid eyes on. This, followed by coquettish behavior throughout the day, will reassure him without pressuring him, that it's okay & that it's very encouraged. Which will allow him to be less thorny & embarrassed by it.

And when receiving, he'll often see it as the most beautiful sight & the absolute best way to wake up. However, he'll try to pretend that he's still asleep.

After that, I'd he realizes that she's woken during intercourse, he'll, unfortunately, begin to pull back on the open tenderness, but will replace it with an edge of seduction.

Will not breed her in her sleep unless she's given him the cues.

Audiophile - Loves music. Very much has an ear & talent for music. As well as the dedication & discipline to back it up.

He's also very likely to use the scant amount of acoustomagy that he knows to get what he wants. Though, the majority of his music spells tend to be Charm or Enchantment based.

Such as using music to cast something like the Friends or Suggestion spells from DnD.

At the same time, they work best when performed subtly, especially if there's already a certain degree of amiability between himself & the target as it allows the magic to latch onto something concrete.

In the case of using one on a Darling, I can definitely see Greed singing “Music of the Night” as done by Ramin Karimloo while playing the organ. Which, BTW, I think he'd have a naturally operatic voice.

However, the way this specific type of spell works is that it latches onto pre-existing feelings of attraction & bolsters them. But if the target is already fully & genuinely in love with the caster, then the spell doesn't take hold at all. The reason being that real, genuine love is far, & above, much stronger than synthetically induced attraction.

Those under this spell are compelled to be obedient to the caster & are much more likely to accept said caster's advances, specifically in this situation, the more sexual ones. They are also far, far more likely to believe anything the caster says. It also induces an eagerness to please.

The most effective, yet unpredictable, way of breaking this particular enchantment is through heartbreak. Especially if the target is particularly monogamous. It could be by her learning that Greed has placed a love spell upon her, that he's only using her, that he sees her as little more than a pawn, (though, these have to be from his own lips), or even just seeing him in the loving embrace of another.

And yes, Lust very much is jealous of this ability.

TP (Pride) Specifically:

Remember that this is the Child Timeline where he was ratted out by a pair of children & was discovered to be treacherous.

However, I tend to believe that the Hyrule King didn't initially believe Link or Zelda &, instead, sent Impa to investigate in an attempt to assuage his daughter's paranoia & prove that her & her new friend were just worrying over nothing.

He didn't expect for Impa to actually turn up evidence of a legitimate coup.

Which, keep in mind that unless Zelda specifically sent Link back to before he even woke up in his treehouse, then at the very least, Greed had still sent Ghoma to infest the Deku Tree, which resulted in him dying.

And depending on whether or not the same is true of his attempts to attain the other Spiritual Stones, then there'd be eye witness testimony to Greed's treachery. Hell, Darunia himself said that Ganondorf told him to "give me the Spiritual Stone! Only then will I open the cave for you!" And, keep in mind that, according to Darunia, the king is his Sworn Brother. So, even though I don't think that the king would believe a couple of kids, he'd likely believe the word of his own friend. Which, all Link would have to do would be to tell the king to "ask Darunia." And, bringing up Ruto could also help, because even though she too was a child, the fact that yet someone else was insisting that Greed was after their Spiritual Stone, would only further cement his suspicions. Hell, the mere fact that Link has the Kokiri Emerald should at least raise a couple of red flags!

And the fact that Greed was specifically after the Spiritual Stones, the keys to accessing a holy relic of the country that he was supposedly trying to form some sort of alliance with, would raise some freaking alarm bells, I'd think!

As a result, the king likely kept the fact that the investigation was prompted by a couple of children quiet as not only would it reflect badly upon the Royal Family for not having investigated until then, but it'd paint a target on both the kids' backs.

As such, no one, not even Pride, actually knows that it was the children that snitched on him. He knows that the princess didn't like him & he assumes that the boy in green was one of her little friends, but thinking that it was them would most likely be a bit of a logical leap for him regardless of whether it was true or not. Part of the reason that he betrayed Zant is due to the mistaken belief that someone close to him betrayed him. As a result, he became extremely paranoid of those working under him.

Anyway, after Greed began to suspect that the jig was up, he escaped before he could be caught. This resulted in a 7 year long war (which is why Pride has longer hair during the execution scene). At the end of those, Link defeated him in battle & took him to face his crimes.

After Greed was sealed in the Twilight Realm, his ardent Gerudo followers (excluding Kōme & Kotake) were all executed while the rest were banished. (Which leads into Gluttony.)

However, he actually isn't aware that the rest of the Gerudo were banished & legitimately believes that they were all killed & thus he is the only Gerudo left. And the state of the once Spirit Temple does not help in any way.

So, despite having not truly cared for them, he's still extremely angry about the believed genocide.

Will Fuck Both Women & Men Whenever - However, he really only finds women to be attractive. He's mostly indifferent to men & generally only fucks men to humiliate them & prove his dominance. It's sort of an expression of how he thinks that he can do anything due to having the blessing of a goddess. So, while he's not attracted to men, he's turned on by their humiliation & gets a bit of a high from dominating his enemies.

Rapist - Very much not a good man & will take what he wants from whoever he desires. A cereal Feminizer of the Enemy. While other Gdorfs do this too, it's mostly seen as just business for them. But Pride has a legit sadistic streak about it.

Worse yet, he'll mock his victims. Especially men whose bodies react despite not wanting it.

So, yeah. Horrible dude.

Isolating & Eliminating Yandere - Due to having been just sort of given the Triforce of Power even though he hadn't gotten it in this timeline, he's gotten a huge ego boost & doesn't take rejection well. In many ways, he sees himself as being chosen by Din & rightful king of Hyrule because of it. This is what spawned his God Complex.

Much like all Gdorfs, he's also very selfish & greedy, wanting his Darling all to himself. It's just to the extreme here. Insanely possessive & jealous. Will punish his Darling physically if he believes she's defied him in any way. Seeks to isolate her from those around her. I can't reiterate more how extremely possessive & jealous this man is. As such, he'll have anyone he views as a threat to his relationship with her, eliminated.

And, in his sadism, if he believes this individual to be someone Darling cares about, he's not opposed to making their death a spectacle.

The Ganondorf most likely to imprison his Beloved in a tower & rape her at his leisure.

Perverted - Not even secretly at this point. Just downright lecherous to the point of chauvinism & doesn't even try to hide it. Will sometimes stalk his Darling & is prone to apodyopsis via the eyes. Makes some downright obscene comments sometimes.

Can honestly be very lewd & crass.

Objectifier - Especially if she's Hylian or Sheikah/Yiga. In such situations, it even takes on a feeling of racial fetishization. Takes simple joy in humiliating her.

Most likely to dress her up all pretty & parade her around as a sort of living trophy.

Will often nibble the tip of his prize's pointed ear rather mockingly if she's Hylian/Sheikah. He's honestly weirdly obsessed with them.

Endearment User - However, he tends to do so in objectifying, possessive, or mocking ways.

Will often refer to a woman that he's made into a concubine as Bensinï, Benzenï, Kinzanï, all meaning "my treasure." Vesginï to mean "my jewel." Hiahxàlnï, meaning "my prize." Làba or Làbanï, translating to "toy/plaything" or "my toy/plaything." Ghànj or Ghànjnï, for "pet" or "my pet." Morizī, "pretty one."

Or, in the case of Darling being a Hylian or Sheikah, he will regularly use Bensïrénï, which refers to the spoils of war or thievery, thereby giving it a meaning similar to "my trophy."

And, surprisingly, Tzhamdnï, translating to "my sheath." Which, if this was said in privacy, whispered in the ear, or even just said with affection, then it'd take on a very sweet & wholesome meaning. As it can mean something similar to Baynï or Amïnq'tonï, which mean "my home" or "my sanctuary or safe place." Though, while whispering can still have that sort of feel, the act of making it secretive, will cause the endearment to be edged with seduction or promise.

However, because this Gdorf calls her such out loud regardless of someone being present, with an abundance of smugness, & very little tenderness. It actually causes it to take on the more literal & euphemistic meaning due to Tzhamd also being frequently used to refer to a woman's cooch. As such, his use of it would be considered outrageously lewd, very bold, & even just downright shameless to a Gerudo listener.

Strong, But Not Too Strong Women - It's easiest to get his attention if a woman nearly beats him, but not to such a degree that he feels insecure in his position as strongest. If she's able to literally beat him from the beginning, then that'll just get him angry & give him a sort of psychosexual hate-on for her, thus causing him to desire to imprison her & punish her for her insolence.

Possibly even making her his prized concubine. Not even respecting her enough to put a ring on that finger despite the custom that says he should marry her. The reason being that he's become extremely narcissistic & prideful of his power that he openly disregards his people's customs.

At the same time, if she manages to turn the tables on him to such a degree that she is able to imprison him & use him as her personal fuck toy, there will be a part of him that'll marvel & be enthralled by her. Especially if she generally treats him fairly when not having sex. It actually doesn't take long for him to submit & become her loyal concubinus (male concubine) in such a case.

In many ways, he's much like a giant, spicy cat in need of socialization. He butts his head into his mistress' hand like one too. (Though, the grandma rollers have got to go.)

However, it'll take quite a lot longer for him to be able to call her Mistress.

There will definitely eventually be some Stockholm going on for him though as he'll eventually take to referring to her possessively.

Such as "my Mistress" or "my queen."

Unfortunately, he's so prideful & wicked here that the only way to make him better is by breaking him down first. And even then, he'll prefer his new place. This being the ultimate reflection of his Might Makes Right mentality. Meaning that, in his mind, Darling had totally & completely beaten him in every way that mattered, therefore she was allowed to do whatever she wished to him & he was hers to command.

And he's so brainwashed by this belief that he's turned on by her utterly dominating him.

Needless to say, he's a sick mofo.

Somnophile - Actually, very much enjoys watching her sleep. (Just because he's a wicked piece of shit doesn't mean that he's incapable of real affection.) He's also prone to admiring her face in a relaxed state. Those are some of the only times that he allows himself to be truly tender with his Darling as he actually feels safe to do so. Will kiss her face sweetly & tuck hair behind her ear & nuzzle her face or neck.

At the same time, due to how he is, especially when he's still in power, if she suddenly wakes up & sees him, it'll often induce fear as the image is quite creepy. And worse is that he won't even stop. Choosing to instead continue indulging in her presence, though with a more sinister air to it.

He also has no issue with the idea of having sex with someone while they sleep or receiving pleasure as he himself slumbers. In fact, when giving, he enjoys challenging himself to see how long he can breed her without waking her fully. Seeing it as a victory if he manages to get them both to the finish without waking her. (He tends to be extra full of himself for the rest of the day afterwards.) He'll also whisper some of the sweetest praises you've ever heard while she’s still under. Though even if he does wake her, he'll simply continue unfazed, just without the tenderness. And when receiving, he'll often see it as quite possibly the absolute best way to wake up.

However, due to his nature as a person, he doesn't see a need for permission unless he's been fully toppled from his perch & subsequently ground into the dirt.

As such, he does this regardless of consent.

Audiophile - Loves music. Very much has an ear & talent for music. As well as the dedication & discipline to back it up. Though, he hasn't had the chance to play in a while.

He's also very likely to use the scant amount of acoustomagy that he knows to get what he wants. Though, the majority of his music spells tend to be Charm or Enchantment based.

Such as using music to cast something like the Friends or Suggestion spells from DnD.

At the same time, they work best when performed subtly, especially if there's already a certain degree of amiability between himself & the target as it allows the magic to latch onto something concrete.

In the case of using one on a Darling, I can definitely see Pride singing “Music of the Night” as done by Ramin Karimloo while playing the organ. Which, BTW, I think he'd have a naturally operatic voice.

However, the way this specific type of spell works is that it latches onto pre-existing feelings of attraction & bolsters them. But if the target is already fully & genuinely in love with the caster, then the spell doesn't take hold at all. The reason being that real, genuine love is far, & above, much stronger than synthetically induced attraction.

Those under this spell are compelled to be obedient to the caster & are much more likely to accept said caster's advances, specifically in this situation, the more sexual ones. They are also far, far more likely to believe anything the caster says. It also induces an eagerness to please.

The most effective, yet unpredictable, way of breaking this particular enchantment is through heartbreak. Especially if the target is particularly monogamous. It could be by her learning that Pride has placed a love spell upon her, that he's only using her, that he sees her as little more than a pawn, (though, these have to be from his own lips), or even just seeing him in the loving embrace of another.

And yes, Lust very much is jealous of this ability.

Bratty Bottom Who Enters Subspace Fairly Easily - Never ever will you find a brattier bottom. Though, if she treats him tenderly while he's in subspace, it'll unconsciously accelerate his transition into the mindset of her as his Mistress.

Bondage or Restraining - Loves to have his Darling helpless beneath him & crying out his name. However, the gander doesn't appreciate its own medicine initially.

Enjoys Toys - By that I mean adult toys.

Harem Owner - Has many concubines that he uses at his leisure. Until Darling makes him hers. At which point, they're all dismissed.

Extremely Touch Starved - Only rivaled by Envy, this Gdorf is unbelievably touch-starved & despite everything, craves physical affection like it's a force of nature. Absolutely melts when given it. However, he tends to be very tsundere about it.

Initially Refuses To Be Dominated - In the beginning, even when acting as the bottom, he needs to be in control. Until he's tamed as mentioned above, at which point he may eventually begin to willingly refer to her as mistress & literally beg to be used like a whore by her.

Praise/Degradation - Mostly (mocking) degradation &, while he’s more classy in how he speaks, even the few times he praises, it tends to be very filthy & the compliments backhanded.

Until he's tamed as mentioned above, at which point the praise floweth like water.

Manhandler - Bastard's huge. You know that he uses it to his advantage, too. He'll hold his lovers down or hold them in the air as he fucks them.

Sometimes he’ll even use his size & strength to essentially use her like his personal toy, which is when he likes to refer to her as “mori yàlàbanï” or his “pretty little toy” the most as a form of dehumanization.

Dacryphiliac - He thinks a woman is prettiest when she's in tears.

Will kiss them away in mock comfort, but he's most likely just savoring their salty flavor as he palms himself.

Dude's sick.

Body Worship - Enjoys his cock being worshipped. Especially when he sits upon his throne.

However, once he's broken in, he'll borderline treat her as a literal goddess.

Exhibitionist - Legitimately does not care when or where he has sex &, in fact, sees it as his right to be able to take from others' bodies whenever.

As mentioned above, he especially takes great, sadistic joy in forcing his defeated enemies into worshiping his cock as he sits upon his throne & attends his audience or meetings.

Despite this, is actually deeply humiliated if his Mistress dominates him in front of others. However, despite himself, it actually turns him on more.

Pegging - Easiest way to fuck with his head is to fuck him in the ass, but in such a way that he enjoys it. Especially if Darling is a Vae. Put him in a position where he’s horny & his cock is throbbing for release, the head of her dick/strap all that’s left inside him, but the only avenue left to him to take pleasure is the length breaching him. Thus, forcing him to decide which he wants more right at that moment; his dignity or release.

If he begins to fuck himself on her, then Darling should giggle & praise him for being a good boy.

A major part of his eventual submission is the humiliation that he’ll feel at having given in.

Secretly, he’ll love it when his lover breeds him or his throat. Or when she covers him in her jizz or, in the case of a Heroine, even pisses on him as a sign of ownership. (He's got some serious issues inside that head of his.)

He’ll begin to shiver.

Once he’s totally embraced her as his mistress, he’ll eagerly suck her off no matter who might be present. If anything, it turns him on more.

Edging & Overstimulation - When he's stressed, he likes to take it out on his favorite Và'màziah. Though, despite what you'd expect, he doesn't use violence to relax. He uses exerting effortless power over someone he believes can't possibly fight back.

With his Darling, he likes to show her how little power she has by edging her until she'd begging like a slut for his cock. If she so much as dare to voice any sort of disagreement, he’ll just smirk viciously before proceeding to overstimulate her until she's sobbing endless apologies & begging forgiveness.

Which, the sound of really gets him off. He's liable to demand she repeat herself as he jacks off on her face then orders her to rub it into her skin.

If she does, he'll nearly purr with satisfaction as he pulls her into his arms, nuzzling her cheek to take in the smell of him on her.

Though, he also can't seem to handle the same.

WW (Envy) Specifically:

This is the Adult Timeline, which means he experienced being at the top & nearly achieving his goals (even being King of Hyrule for a period of 7 years) before being toppled like a stack of dominoes. This humbled him to a degree & has had a strong effect on him.

Envy keeps his hair short due to perceiving himself as having failed as both a king & a man, thus he doesn't really see himself as a true man, let alone a true king, anymore.

Don't get me wrong, I don't actually think that Greed really cared about his people as much as some assume. Because if he had, then why were the Gerudo still all living in the desert? Why did he have them brainwashed? In this way, I think that he keeps his hair that short mostly due to failing himself & his own lofty ambitions.

As such, if Envy does feel guilty for having failed them, then it isn't for as selfless of a reason as some like to portray it being.

It's possible that he is genuinely regretful, but the likelihood of it only being because of his own personal failure, is actually very high.

Soft, But Manipulative & Unassuming Yandere (Borderline Sane) - Having been humbled so, he tends to have a stronger hold on his yandere tendencies. As such, he is more subtle in his machinations. "Soft" means that he'll often regret or feel guilty over the bad things he does to his Darling, but that doesn't mean that he'll stop.

One of the 2 Dorf most likely to use pleasure & overstimulation as punishment.

Prone To Jealousy - Yet, he also tends to keep it to himself. However, that causes it to simmer until it boils over.

Secretly Perverted - Can range from flirty to downright lecherous (but not chauvinistic), however he tries to keep this fact a secret &, if nothing else, he at least puts in the effort to be polite about it. Will sometimes stalk his Darling & is prone to apodyopsis through the eyes. Can also be quite the tease.

Extremely Touch Starved - Only rivaled by Pride, this Gdorf is unbelievably touch-starved & almost openly craves physical affection like it's a force of nature. Absolutely melts when given it. Whereas Pride is the spicy cat that needs socializing, Envy is the big, fluffy cat that just sorta wanders into your house & decides you're its new family. Loves cuddles & is in no way ashamed of this fact. Might be a bit embarrassed, but not ashamed of it.

Secretly Wants To Be Dominated (every once in a while) - If a woman can kick his ass, instant erection. Though, he'll try to contain his excitement & will find his reaction embarrassing.

Has a greater tolerance for being defeated by a beautiful Vai due to having been humbled so.

Once more, it's Gerudo custom that if a ruler is beaten by a member of the opposite sex (so long as they are the relatively same age), they are to be the ruler's spouse. In the old days, the Gerudo ruler was expected to make that happen by whatever means necessary. (This tradition also holds true for the common Gerudo, though to a lesser degree.)

So, in many ways, as soon as she knocks him on his ass, he mentally begins calling her his wife or his queen & will quietly simp for her.

Somnophile - Actually, very much enjoys watching her sleep. He's also prone to admiring her face as she dozes. Will kiss her face sweetly & tuck hair behind her ear & nuzzle her face or neck.

If she wakes, she'll likely catch quite the soft expression on his face & Envy, upon noticing, will give a quiet “Sàv'otta.”

He also has no issue with the idea of having sex with someone while they sleep or receiving pleasure as he himself slumbers. In fact, when giving, he enjoys challenging himself to see how long he can breed her without waking her fully. Seeing it as a victory if he manages to get them both to the finish without waking her. (He tends to be somewhat full of himself for the rest of the day afterwards. A slight mischievous streak will also have him not mentioning what happened.) He'll also whisper some of the sweetest praises you've ever heard into her ear as he gently breeds her.

And if he happens to wake her, he'll stop as she comes to completely & wait for her consent. If he's told to stop, he'll get pouty, but he'll acquiesce. However, if she tells him to keep going, he’ll do so gladly, though perhaps a bit restrained in his affections as it’s easier to behave so tenderly with one who doesn’t hear. And when receiving, he'll often see it as quite possibly the absolute best sight to wake up to.

Will not do this without discussing it with her.

Audiophile - Loves music. Very much has an ear & talent for music. As well as the dedication & discipline to back it up.

He's also very likely to use the scant amount of acoustomagy that he knows to get what he wants. Though, the majority of his music spells tend to be Charm or Enchantment based.

Such as using music to cast something like the Friends or Suggestion spells from DnD.

At the same time, they work best when performed subtly, especially if there's already a certain degree of amiability between himself & the target as it allows the magic to latch onto something concrete.

In the case of using one on a Darling, I can definitely see Envy singing “Music of the Night” as done by Ramin Karimloo while playing the organ. Which, BTW, I think he'd have a naturally operatic voice.

However, the way this specific type of spell works is that it latches onto pre-existing feelings of attraction & bolsters them. But if the target is already fully & genuinely in love with the caster, then the spell doesn't take hold at all. The reason being that real, genuine love is far, & above, much stronger than synthetically induced attraction.

Those under this spell are compelled to be obedient to the caster & are much more likely to accept said caster's advances, specifically in this situation, the more sexual ones. They are also far, far more likely to believe anything the caster says. It also induces an eagerness to please.

The most effective, yet unpredictable, way of breaking this particular enchantment is through heartbreak. Especially if the target is particularly monogamous. It could be by her learning that Greed has placed a love spell upon her, that he's only using her, that he sees her as little more than a pawn, (though, these have to be from his own lips), or even just seeing him in the loving embrace of another.

And yes, Lust very much is jealous of this ability.

Breeding, Pregnancy, & Lactation Kink - He just gives me that vibe.

Reciprocal Parent Kink - Only applies when they have a kid together. It's not even remotely about age-play & is instead about acknowledging each other's domestic roles. It's essentially calling each other mother or father of my child. Takes great, masculine pride in being referred to in such a way. Age-play creeps him out.

Power Dynamics - Naturally dominant, but has discovered that he enjoys switching things up a bit. However, he'd have to be very close to her to allow that, but much like how being dominated can be relieving & destressing for CEOs, so too can it be for Envy.

This Gdorf finds it pretty easy to give up control.

FSA (Gluttony) Specifically:

Don't know much about him. I'll have to play the game or watch a playthrough to get a better idea.

Either way, this is a reincarnation of Pride (meaning, Pride died & was reborn as someone new) & he's affected by the fact that his people were banished from Hyrule, so he likely has ideas of revenge rolling around in that head of his. (Not sure if learning that they were banished because of his predecessor's actions would change anything, though.)

Important note: Gluttony is Lust from before breaking free of the Four Sword.

Very Possessive - Both of people he genuinely cares about & of things he actually likes. Even more so than Greed.

Indulgent - He enjoys luxury. Even more so than all the other Ganondorfs & this includes sexually.

Hedonistic - Seeks out pleasure in whatever way he can. This goes hand-in-hand with his indulgent tendencies.

Secretly A Pervert - Honestly, can be every bit as much of one as Lust, but he hides it about as well as Envy does. The reason he's a pervert is simply due to the nature of gluttony. It isn't just about eating too much, it's about overindulgence & that goes for everything, including sex.

Ergo, he overindulges in his partners' bodies. He does seem to have an oral fixation though.

- Oral King - Look it up. The most liable to get pussy drunk. If his Darling happens to be a Vae, he'll waffle a bit before caving into curiosity. To his own embarrassment, he'll actually quite enjoy it.

Food Kink - Yes, I am playing to the new nickname he's been given. What of it?

- Cream Cook - Enjoys using semen & breastmilk in his cooking.

Thing is, he never feels the need to inform those he's feeding of such because it was relatively common amongst the Gerudo during the famines to use such ingredients when there was lean access to water, milk, or eggs.

He'd actually been something of a source of spunk in such times. Normally, if he were any other race of human, such a method wouldn't be worth the effort. However, because of his Mùta Vallah'jï Shôhxàl, he produces a much larger amount at a time. Thus making it relatively viable as a survival tactic.

There have even been times when he's had to go down on himself for the sake of survival.

Of course, this method was typically more to tide one over until they'd managed to locate actual sustenance.

Important to note: If he's aware that a child may be consuming his food, he will not use this method. Refuses, in fact.

Sensitive Nipples (But does not know) - As sensitive as Lust’s nipples.

Enjoys Toys & Lingerie - By that, I mean adult toys.

Somnophile - Actually very much enjoys watching her sleep. He's also prone to admiring her face as she dozes. Will kiss her face sweetly & tuck hair behind her ear & nuzzle her face or neck.

The idea of fucking someone in their sleep or being ridden in his sleep turns him on. But he is very disinclined to trying it unless he's been given a clear message from his Darling that she wants that. (Even then, for a long time after he starts it, he tends to be a bit shy for a few days afterwards.)

When first confronted, he says “Rijōnï hō umehéda so.” (My apologies for waking you.)

But while he's rutting her, he'll also whisper some of the sweetest praises you've ever heard into her ear as he gently breeds her. And if he happens to wake her, he'll silently freak out before pulling out & rolling over to pretend he's asleep while being ridiculously embarrassed & sort of ashamed. However, if she catches him before he does this & tells him to keep going, he’ll light up, but flush before continuing. Though, the praise will be a bit more retrained. And when receiving, he'll see it as the most beautiful sight & the absolute best way to wake up.

Will not do this without discussing it with her.

Secretly Wants To Be Dominated - Despite his overall shyness, he actually wants someone (specifically a Vai or a Vae) to dominate him. Not just that, but to take him "against his will."

Touch Starved - Absolutely craves physical affection & melts when given it. As opposed to Pride's spicy cat & Envy's fluffy cat, Gluttony's more so the feral, shy cat who desperately wants attention, but has obviously been abused. Loves cuddles. A bit embarrassed & a little ashamed of it.

Breeding, Pregnancy, & Lactation Kink - He just gives me that vibe.

Loves Soft Service Doms/Housewife Kink - A maternal, nurturing, & doting Dear will find Gluttony quite attached to her. He craves being treated with tenderness. Though, it depends on the energy that Darling puts behind it if he'll respond.

Soft Yandere - The most unassuming Yandere of the lot, because not even Darling is really sure that the flags are there.

He's one of the least likely to punish her with pain & as likely to do so via pleasure, overstimulation, & humiliation as Envy, but not as much as Lust.

HW (Lust or Lech) Specifically:

Don't know much about him. I'll have to play the game or watch a playthrough to get a better idea. But so far, I'm getting that Hyrule Warriors was the catalyst for the 3 timelines merging by creating an event that was inevitable in all 3. A.k.a the Era of the Wilds.

Straight, But On Thin Ice - Borderline bisexual, but definitely heteroromantic. Has zero romantic interest in men. Mostly fucks men to dominate & humiliate them much like his other selves, but there is a small part of him that legitimately enjoys it & even finds certain men somewhat attractive. As such, he doesn't mind using men to "relieve stress."

At the same time, in Gerudo society, due to their reproductive situation, there is a distinct pressure on everyone to be straight & an overt bias against legitimate homosexuality & even bisexuality.

So, while Lust doesn't consider himself to be legitimately attracted to men, he knows that his liaisons would be taken as such. However, in the old days Feminizing the Enemy was common amongst the Gerudo. Gerudo Vaien especially tended to do this to the males of their enemies. But, before the all-female curse, when Gerudo Voen did it to the male enemies, it was strictly seen as an act of dominance & humiliation against the enemy to break their morale. And the few female enemies found on the battlefield tended to be enslaved & made into concubines.

As such, even though it wasn't as in practice anymore, Lust sort of uses it as an excuse to be able to get his rocks off whenever.

Amazing Kisser - Self-explanatory.

Secretly Perverted - Can range from flirty to downright lecherous (but not chauvinistic), however he tries to keep this fact on the relative dl from his subjects &, if nothing else, he at least puts in the effort to be polite about it. Will sometimes stalk his darling & is prone to apodyopsis via the eyes. The biggest tease with the most perverted mind out of all the Gdorfs.

A Bit Of A Slut - Always up for sex. While the Gerudo tend to be more sex-positive, they believe that there is a distinct difference between just having a bit of fun every once in a while, & outright being loose with one's body & this Ganondorf would be considered loose among them. He knows this &, thus, tries to keep this fact a secret from his people.

Homme Fatale - A seductive & charming, but manipulative & dangerous man. A cereal one-night-stander. Despite this, he's extremely romantic & suave, which is partly how he gets laid so often.

An Incorrigible Flirt - As mentioned above, he's very romantic, very suave, & very charming. Knows that he's attractive & flaunts it. Often using it to his advantage to get what he wants.

Part of this is connected to being manipulative. He sees what he wants & will get it by whatever means necessary. Even if it means flirting with the enemy regardless of sex.

Unbothered By Nudity - Doesn't care who sees him in the buff. Absolutely shameless.

A Subtle & Unassuming, But Very Dangerous Yandere - He keeps these tendencies hidden, but doesn't stop from indulging in them. Extremely manipulative & a definite gaslighter. So good at hiding it, in fact, that extremely few would believe his Darling if she were to try & tell anyone. This would result in her becoming isolated & lonely, thus becoming vulnerable to his machinations. Which is exactly where he wants her. Wants her to be dependent upon him. Genuinely believes that he's doing it for her own good.

Lust is most likely to go from simply obsessing over his Darling to genuinely loving her as he gets to know her, thus causing things to become more complicated.

Once he's grown to trust her, he isn't the type to believe that his Darling is cheating on him without some damn strong & condemning evidence. Yes, he'll start off as the suspicious sort, but as he begins to get to know her, he'll begin to trust her more, especially if she's just generally the honest & fidelous type.

Rather, he tends to not like it when she pays other men more attention than she does to him even if she's just being friendly.

Though, he also realizes when she is just being friendly & thus doesn't take it out on her. More so becoming an intimidating presence to the other man by casually, yet not overtly exerting his dominance.

"Soft" means that he'll often regret the bad things he actually does to his Darling, but that doesn't mean that he'll stop. And, he's also the least likely to punish her with pain & the most likely to do so via pleasure, overstimulation, & humiliation.

Wants To Be Defeated - But only by a Vai or Vae. If she's able to put him on his ass? Heart eyes motherfucker! Will high-key simp for her but tries to hide the hearts in his eyes behind a suave, flirty veneer.

Again, it's Gerudo custom that if a ruler is beaten by a member of the opposite sex (so long as they are the relatively same age), they are to be the ruler's spouse. In the old days, the Gerudo ruler was expected to make that happen by whatever means necessary. (This tradition also holds true for the common Gerudo, though to a lesser degree.)

So, in many ways, as soon as she knocks him on his ass, he mentally begins referring to her as his wife or his queen. But he also begins referring to her as such out loud.

Will openly flirt with her & will no longer flirt with anyone else. Also no longer lays with others, not even in acts of dominance. Will even go so far as to outright say that she will be his queen someday to her face. He'll even make little jokes about it when asked.

Someone asks him what he's doing, he might quip "planning my wedding."

Really Wants To Be Romanced - Despite being the dominant sort, he actually really, really wants to be romanced. So, even though he's charming & suave & romantic, he'd actually melt inside if a woman turned all that around on him & tried to woo, romance, or court him. Especially if she were to do so using things that she learned about his interests. May inwardly swoon as a result. Even more than other Ganondorfs. At the same time, he doesn't really know how to pursue a genuine & healthy relationship.

A Sucker For Romance - Most of the novels he enjoys reading that aren't in some way related to cultural anthropology (history, culture, myth, theology, ect) or war/strategy, tends to be smutty romance novels. (If a book has all of those things, though, then he's found a new top pick.) Though, he's a bit of a literature snob as he honestly can't stand badly-written literature.

If he were in any other situation than the one he was in, he'd ship the hell outta Zelink. However, because he is in his current position, this is one instance where he hates the Destined Princess Saved By Her Knight trope.

Craves Love & Affection - More than any other Ganondorf, he wishes to find that woman who he can spend the rest of his life with. In a way that's somewhat reminiscent of Vlad Masters from Danny Phantom. Despite his own tendencies & habits, he's also the one who'd find it the easiest to transition into partner exclusivity, followed quickly by Gluttony & Envy. And with the right guidance, he's the quickest of the lot to take up more healthy relationship habits.

Oral King - Look it up. Though, he's only ever serviced women due to fear of being seen as submissive if he were to suck off a man.

But if his Darling turns out to be a Vae, then let's just say that he is a quick & enthusiastic learner.

Enjoys Toys & Lingerie - By that, I mean adult toys.

Loves lingerie. Corsets especially gets him going.

Kinky - Self-explanatory. Will try almost anything at least once so long at it isn't absolutely disgusting or unsanitary.

Sensitive Nipples - The one time someone tweaked him, he gave the most whorish moan he'd ever made before. It embarrassed him to a degree that he no longer let's anyone touch them. He'd only let someone he trusts to not say anything to anyone or make fun of it, touch them now. Never had them sucked or really played with before, but it would reduce him to a wanton puddle.

Secretly Wants To Be Dominated - Is able to dominate just about anyone without much effort, even when he bottoms. Weaponizes his natural animal magnetism against certain enemies like it's an actual, physical weapon.

However, he actually wants someone (specifically a Vai or a Vae) to dominate him. Not just that, but to take him "against his will."

Dude's a freak.

Touch Starved - Absolutely craves physical affection & melts when given it. Much like Envy, Lust is the big, fluffy cat that just sorta wanders into your house & decides you're its new family. Loves cuddles & is in no way ashamed or embarrassed of this fact.

Somnophile - Actually, very much enjoys watching her sleep. He's also prone to admiring her face as she dozes. Will kiss her face sweetly & tuck hair behind her ear & nuzzle her face or neck.

If she wakes, she'll likely catch quite the lovesick expression on his face & a quiet “Sàv'otta” & “Rijōnï hō umehéda so.” (My apologies for waking you.)

He also has no issue with the idea of having sex with someone while they sleep or receiving pleasure as he himself slumbers. In fact, when giving, he enjoys challenging himself to see how long he can breed her without waking her fully. Seeing it as a victory if he manages to get them both to the finish without waking her. (He tends to be extra full of himself & flirtatious for the rest of the day afterwards. A slight mischievous streak will also have him not mentioning what happened.)

He'll also whisper some of the sweetest praises you've ever heard into her ear as he gently breeds her. And if he happens to wake her, he'll stop as she comes to completely & wait for her consent. If he's told to stop, he'll get pouty, but he'll acquiesce. However, if she tells him to keep going, he’ll do so gladly. Not even a pause as he continues with the shmaltziest praise. And when receiving, he'll often see it as the most beautiful sight & the absolute best way to wake up.

Will not do this without discussing it with her.

Bondage or Restraining - Loves to have his Darling helpless beneath him & crying out his name. However, he quickly realizes that he enjoys it the other way around as well.

Knife-Play & Vampirism - Uses the claws of his gauntlet to make small cuts on his bed buddies. Then proceeds to lick up the blood. Also files his nails into claws.

Weird-Ass Rape Fetish - Secretly wants to be "forced" into sex by someone (specifically a Vai or Vae) stronger a/o more skilled as a fighter than him.

I did say that he was a freak, okay?

Odd Hermaphrodite Fetish - Ever since learning of the Myth of Talthïrï, which had taken place during his 500 years sealed away after facing the Hero of Light & the Four Sword, he'd been curious. Secretly reads Gerudo-written Stolkéda (Strap-On) a/o Vae Yūg Voe (Herm-With-Man) romantic smut literature. Like, the really trashy & borderline cliché, but admittedly well-written kind with great characterization, decent plots, & legitimate relationship growth. It's one of his greatest secrets & would commit literal genocide to keep it that way.

Despite his kink, he actually finds the Legend of Talthïrï (click for more info; WARNING it's weird) & the way that the 3 Vaen have influenced his culture to be legitimately interesting from a cultural anthropology standpoint. Like, there's more to his interest in them than just sexualization & kink.

Lust's current favorite is a book series called “The Heart of the North” written by Highland Gerudo author, Rúdja.

It's evidently based off a true story, though embellished.

It's about the Awli (Prime) Vaesitulïxa (A Vae dominitrix that is paid to break in male concubines) of the time, by the name of Nïla, & a new Vo'màzr (Gerudàn word for male concubine), named Thordack, a Hebra-born Ovelian (humans without pointed ears), set in the time before Vaen were allowed to wed.

They fought in battle between the Desert & Highland Gerudo as enemies & Nïla found herself excited by his strength & warrior spirit, not to mention his unusual height (taller than herself). However, before the battle could conclude, her soldiers intervened & he had been captured & she'd raped him in battle.

Wanting him for breeding stock, instead of killing him, she had him made into a Vo'màzr.

But he was fierce & refused to be broken, so she endeavored to break him. Though she was unable, until he was forced to breed a client & he later learned that he'd sired a Vaivï (girl) with her.

Then, his once limitless defiance seemed to falter as he realized that he had a child whose life he was forbidden to be a part of.

Something about that, Nïla found strange, so she endeavored to understand. It turned out that in Hebra culture, becoming a father was considered an almost sacred duty (I mean, so was becoming a mother, but fatherhood would obviously apply to him more) with both a father & a mother being considered essential to the development of children & the idea that he was unable to accomplish his duty, hurt.

In the process of learning this though, she committed a cardinal sin among Vaen. She fell in love.

She then bought him & became his Vaeyïda, his Mistress.

From then on, they got to know each other & when they bred, they made love.

When Nïla became pregnant, she saw a different side to Thordack. One that was gentle, yet still showcased strength & masculinity. He became protective & nurturing in a way that was unique compared to Vaien.

When she had cravings, he went out & retrieved them with little more than gentle teasing.

When her feet were swollen & aching, he rubbed her feet to sooth them without complaint.

He even built the Vehvï'jï (baby's) cradle himself & made toys for her out of wood, with his own 2 hands.

These were things that Nïla didn't understand.

Then, when the Vehvï was born, Nïla finally began to understand. Men… were important.

Not just as breeding stock, but as fathers & guides. As teachers. Having him there just made caring for their daughter so much easier. She doesn't understand how other Vàman (mothers) manage it.

Then again, she notes sadly that not many do. Many Vàman tend to slowly give their Vaivïn over to the community rather than care for them themselves. It's actually become distressing prevalent she notices. To the point that not many Vaien even remember what it was like being cared for by their Vàma. Nïla herself had been all-but abandoned at age 2 which is around when toddlers begin pushing their boundaries to see what they can get away with. It was also the most common age for Vaivïn to begin showing up at the community homes.

So, hearing with how much love that Thordack spoke of his own mother, who'd been such a big part of his life... It made Nïla want to become that warm, beloved memory for her own Vaivï.

That was when she realized that she wanted to take him as her husband & never wanted to be a stud to anyone else. She wanted this!

But the Gerudo custom would not allow it. So, she & Thordack hatched a plan where they sprung as many of the Vo'màzren as they could & took them & their daughter with them north passed Ealiyah into Hebra where they could marry.

There, of course, is a reasonable amount of smut in the series, but not nearly as much as you'd think. Most of the story is actually plot driven & really goes into the Desert Gerudo's sex industry, as well as the adverse effects that such hypersexualization has on a person's mental state & sense of self-worth as well as criticizing the overall misandry of many of the Desert Gerudo's customs & traditions in an intelligent & thoughtful way without bashing the Desert Gerudo culture itself.

Which is partly why Lust is so invested in it.

Breeding, Pregnancy, & Lactation Kink - He just gives me that vibe.

Predator/Prey Kink: Sometimes, he gets into a certain mood. Where he wants to pursue his Darling. Chase her down. Hunt her. And when he catches her, he wants to fuck her hard & fast & rough. Like animals.

He's not hit with this urge often, but whenever he is, he thoroughly enjoys the chase.

His Darling will know he's in that sort of mood if he watches her from a distance with that look. Eyes sharp & fixated on her like she's prey.

In these times, he'll especially enjoy a Vai who'll tease him just a little but not too much. One who has actual survival skills & can really test him.

In these times, Lust will stalk her & she knows it's go time when he creeps up behind her & whispers into her ear seductively, "run..."

That's her queue to book it. And fast.

TotK (Wrath) Specifically:

Soft, Manipulative, Unassuming, but Eliminating Protective Yandere (Borderline Sane) - Very possessive, protective, obsessive, & is prone to jealousy. However, he's extremely unassuming, even to his Darling. As a result, there's a possibility of a real, healthy relationship growing between them if he's careful. And, once he's grown to trust her, he isn't the type to believe that his Darling is cheating on him without some damn strong & condemning evidence. Yes, he'll start off as the suspicious & paranoid sort, but as he begins to get to know her, he'll begin to trust her more, especially if she's just generally the honest & fidelous type.

Rather, he tends to not like it when she pays other men more attention than she does to him even if she's just being friendly.

Though, he also realizes when she is just being friendly & thus doesn't take it out on her. More so becoming an intimidating presence to the other man by casually, yet not overtly exerting his dominance. He also doesn't tend to be anywhere near as overt in his yandere tendencies as most in the trope are, being an overall duplicitous individual & thus, being the sort to instead try & subtly manipulate his Darling into loving & trusting him. If his Darling reciprocates, then his yandere tendencies will tend to only make themselves known occasionally. However, this can change relatively quickly if he's repeatedly rejected.

As a result of this, Wrath is most likely to go from simply obsessing over his Darling to genuinely loving her as he gets to know her, thus causing things to become more complicated.

Also not the sort to hold his Darling captive specifically unless he's rejected too many times. He will, however, quite readily eliminate anyone who tries to get between them, even if it's a woman who wants to get rid of his Darling so that she can be with him. Especially then.

"Soft" means that he'll often regret the bad things he actually does to his Darling, but that doesn't mean that he'll stop.

Very Possessive - Both of people he genuinely cares about & of things he actually likes. In terms of things, this tends to include his horse, his weapons, & books, especially books revolving around cultural anthropology, mythology, & magical practice.

Gambling Man/Calculated Risk Taker - Recall the fact that this Gdorf sent a swarm of Molduga to attack Hyruleans... who were standing on a mountain... So, they wouldn't have even been able to get to them, most likely.

However, instead of being a dumbass, I think that he actually used them to get information.

The fact that Hyruleans & the Gerudo were at odds with each other at this time, it's likely that not many Hyruleans traveled to the desert during this era. Thus, it's possible that the fact that Molduga can't swim on solid earth might not have been common knowledge within Hyrule.

If so, then Wrath was probably using them as cannon fodder by using their big & intimidating appearance as well as their large numbers to bait Rauru into showing his trump card.

This is very much a possibility due to the fact that not only did he not in any way seem surprised by the fact that they were taken down so easily, but also the fact that he said "the Zonai's Secret Stone." Meaning that he knew about them beforehand.

However, the fact that he was willing to risk looking like an idiot says that while he's a good strategist, he's willing to take a certain degree of risk.

As such, I'm gonna take this & run with it.

He actually very much enjoys both strategy games & luck-based games that involve bluffing or maintaining absolute control of his visage.

Because of this, I actually think that he might be a bit of a card shark & that he actually doesn't mind cheating every once in a while. Like, he'd rather not (because where's the fun in that), but he will.

Because of this, I see him being good with sleight-of-hand.

He'd probably enjoy playing strip poker with his Darling. Would also absolutely teach her how to hustle people.

Also enjoys making bets. And while he's okay with cheating, if he makes a bet & he loses, he's actually very firm on keeping to said bet. Though, he may use loopholes in the wording used, whether his or theirs.

Breeding, Pregnancy, & Lactation Kink - He just gives me that vibe.

Strong, But Not Too Strong Women - If she's able to literally beat him from the beginning, then that'll just get him angry & make him hate her. Occasional wins are fine, it's beating him consistently that would chafe him.

If she ever does beat him, even if only briefly & due to surprising him, it's best if it happens after he's grown at least somewhat attached to her for things to turn out well between them.

At which point, he may simp slightly, but not a lot. Not even any Gerudo women can boast such a victory against him.

He's alive long after the flood of WW, so a lot of the old Gerudo customs have been lost. Including the custom that demands Gerudo of age marry foreigners of the opposite sex who defeat them. As such, he doesn't have that influence to shape his views.

Size Difference Kink - A petite Darling is perfect for him. He loves how delicate she is.

Power Dynamics - Naturally dominant & initially uncomfortable with letting go of control. He'd have to be very close to her to allow that, but much like how being dominated can be relieving & destressing for CEOs, so too can it be for Wrath.

Loves to watch her ride him.

Predator/Prey Kink: Sometimes, he gets into a certain mood. Where he wants to pursue his Darling. Chase her down. Hunt her. And when he catches her, he wants to fuck her hard & fast & rough. Like animals.

He's not hit with this urge often, but whenever he is, he thoroughly enjoys the chase.

His Darling will know he's in that sort of mood if he watches her from a distance with that look. Eyes sharp & fixated on her like she's prey.

In these times, he'll especially enjoy a Vai who'll tease him just a little but not too much. One who has actual survival skills & can really test him.

In these times, Wrath will stalk her & she knows it's go time when he creeps up behind her & whispers into her ear seductively, "run..."

That's her queue to book it. And fast.

Reciprocal Parent Kink - Only applies when they have a kid together. It's not even remotely about age-play & is instead about acknowledging each other's domestic roles. It's essentially calling each other mother or father of my child. Takes great, masculine pride in being referred to in such a way. Age-play creeps him the eff out.

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[mrstrafalgardshanks]

Now I can't sleep, i cannot stop thinking about Dorian and the Thirteen.

What are your headcannons about Dorian and the Thirteen interacting? How do you think he won them over?

For me, some people are more solidified but others are in limbo:

1. MANON. She LOOOOOVES him (even though she doesn't know it), and I'm pretty sure they both got teasing looks from the others (that Manon quickly got grumpy over/Dorian grinning back). They are forever mates and will get married and make beautiful babies and IDGAF what anyone says❤.

2. Asterin likes Dorian. HUGELY overprotective of Manon (duh! Like the rest of them). But she grew to like him (shown by her growling at Bronwyn when she grossly suggested that the thirteen were sharing Dorian sexually, and her trusting Dorian with Nyrene when he went to the Ferian Gap). His interactions with Manon probably reminded Asterin of her and her hunter 🥲.

3. Sorrel definitely grew to respect him (and maybe even like him) because after Dorian bested her at fighting ( which I am still convinced that she let him win/went easy on him), Sorrel gifted him with a knife 🥺

4. Vesta shamelessly flirted with him, so she had a crush on him (as we all do 😉). Manon was giving Vesta a stank face when she did flirt even though Manon said "she didn't know what the King of Adarlan was to her". I'm pretty sure she did that to get Manon to admit her feelings as part of a plot by the rest of the Thirteen😏.

5. Faline. I'm not sure....her and Fallon were massive pranksters so I'm pretty sure she pranked Dorian as an initiation. But this is speculative. 👀

6. Fallon (See Faline)👀

7. Edda. She and Briar kept to themselves, so I'm not sure...🤔

8. Briar (See Edda) 🤔

9. Thea. Her and Kaya were in LOOOVE therefore, they (and Asterin and maybe someone else (you'd never know who else was keeping secrets from Manon)) could appreciate that Dorian loved Manon. So they didn't hate him, obvi. 😌

10. Kaya (See Thea)😌

11. Lin. She barely tolerated Dorian. She was looking like she wanted to examine his insides.....😨

12. Ghislaine. She and Dorian probably bonded over BOOKS. They probably talked the most (excluding Manon). Dorian was vastly magically talented, and Ghislaine studied University in Terassen for 12 years with a specialisation in magic, so Dorian satisfied Ghislaine's curiosity and Ghislaine educated and gave guidance to Dorian in his training. Again, this is speculative 📚

13. Imogen. She kept to herself. She's probably really protective over the entire group (manon especially) but I don't think her and Dorian really interacted....😶

What do you guys think? Please share! I don't want to feel alone in my thinking, since there is no Manorian book anytime soon 😭

[hussyknee]

Both disgusted and touched by the way Moo and Méka love sleeping on my dirty laundry. Especially Moo. His favourite sleeping place is my laundry hamper. On one hand it's so cute that they love being surrounded by my scent, but on the other, aren't they getting all that stank on their fur? And then they climb all over me and my bed. Is this hygienic? But then they're also doing god knows what outside half the day, so human secretions are probably not the worst invisible things they're trekking in. And somehow they all smell very nice and sweet. I can't figure out why, since I rarely even run a wash cloth over them.

[emilou-keen-gear]

Request short story from AO3

Title: Stolen Luck Part 1

Writing Prompt: A reader from AO3 wanted a story with Gladstone and Lena.

Word Count: Approx. 4500

            Gladstone had the same fond regards for his great-grandmother as she had for him. Essentially they both mutually detested each other. His parents insisted on going to the Nursing Home once a month, and Great-Grandmother was pleased—even eager—to talk to her grand-son and his wife. But as for Gladstone, she made some sort of comment on his behavior or how he looked or something else, and that was enough of a hint for Gladstone to leave her room, away from her raised hospital bed and creepy antique dolls that stared at him with glassy eyes to go  wander around the rest of the building.

            And there was plenty to do in the Nursing Home. Some kids might not think so, but Gladstone didn’t mind it. Well, aside from the lingering smell of old people and whatever food they were eating that day. In fact, he liked it. In the common area, he could find a few of the more mobile residents watching TV or playing cards or doing a puzzle, and they always called for him to join them. Some constantly asked his name, age, and year in school, and he politely answered. He understood that memory was hard for some of them.

            A few even called him by the wrong name, mistaking him for their son or grandson or someone else. It was a little sad, so Gladstone was especially polite, and he wasn’t known for being a polite little boy.

            But that day, he didn’t go to the common area to see the regulars. Instead, as he was passing by some of the rooms, a voice called out to him.

            “Hey. Hey, you. Kid. Get over here.” The voice was quiet and raspy like a whistle that was rusting, but it was still strong and deep.

            Gladstone stopped, glancing in. The room wasn’t the same size as the others. It was huge, like four times the size of his great-grandmother’s. It had all the same medical equipment as the other rooms, but it was filled with some of the most beautiful things Gladstone had ever seen. There were paintings on the walls and shelves lined with so many little statues that must have been made of real gold with gems inlaid in them. The man’s hospital bed wasn’t the cold-looking metal ones the others had, but large and grand, like something a millionaire would own. There was other furniture in the room, a large, leather couch, a nice recliner, lamps and a coffee table. There were other things, too; a large-screen TV, movies, a cappuccino maker, and stacks of leather-bound books.

            The man was also different than the rest of the nursing home. Although he was just as old as the others, there was still a hint of youth about him as if something about him hadn’t aged. He was dressed in a silk bathrobe and nice pants. His room didn’t have that old-person, nursing home smell. Instead it stank of some sort of cologne and cigar smoke. The latter came from a fat stogie that the man was smoking while in bed.

            “You shouldn’t be smoking that. The nurses will get mad,” Gladstone said.

            “Not at me. They always let me smoke,” the man said in his raspy voice.

            “Aren’t you afraid you’ll get cancer?” Gladstone asked. It was all anyone talked about when it came to smoking. The thought of cancer was enough to make Gladstone not want to smoke, not that he was ever tempted since the smell was noxious.

            “I’m one-hundred and ten years old,” the old man said. “I don’t care about cancer.”

            Gladstone was surprised then skeptical. The man didn’t look old enough to be one-hundred and ten years old. But then again, Uncle Scrooge was supposed to be quite old himself and kept going on those adventures.

            “Do you want to know the secret of getting to be this old?” the man said, leaning closer to Gladstone. He made a gesture for Gladstone to come closer, then he reached into his robe and pulled out a necklace that appeared to be made of a broken bone.

            “Have you ever heard the phrase: Lucky Duck?” he asked Gladstone.

            Gladstone nodded.

            “And have you ever used the wishbone of a turkey after Thanksgiving and made a wish?” the old man asked.

            Gladstone nodded again.

            “Well, this is the larger piece of a broken wishbone of a duck. One of the luckiest ducks ever to have lived,” the old man said with a smile.

            Gladstone’s eyes widened. “You mean a wild duck, right? The kind that we feed in the park and fly south for the winter.”

            The man’s eyes turned steely. “No, not that kind of duck.”

            Gladstone gulped. He should have known. The bone was far too big to have belonged to a Thanksgiving turkey, much less a wild duck.

            “Legend had it that when the luckiest duck in the world finally died, his body was dug up by two sorcerers who wanted to use the duck’s luck. They took his wishbone and put a spell on it,” the old man said. “Then they broke it in two. The one who held onto the larger piece of the wishbone made this necklace, which gives the wearer unending good luck. As for the other, the one who had the smaller piece, I don’t know rightly what happened to him, but I heard he died of bad luck.”

            The story intrigued Gladstone. As far as made-up stories, it wasn’t bad. But he couldn’t help his eyes from straying to the wish bone necklace, wondering if it could be true.

            “How did you get it?” Gladstone asked.

            “I stole it,” the old man said, looking somber.

            “Stole it?”

            “Yeah. You see, my partner and I, we were archeologists,” the old man said. “You see, that sorcerer, he had great luck. But then a rival sorcerer stole the wishbone from him, wanting the good luck. Not long after, he died a horrible death. Then the sorcerer who stole the necklace got the good luck, but it was stolen from him and soon after died a horrible death. This happened for years and years until finally someone died of natural causes and the necklace was buried with him.

            “Then my partner and I dug him up, somewhere in Mesopotamia,” the old man reminiscence. “We’ll we called ourselves archeologists, but sometimes, we kept what we found. And my partner decided to keep the necklace after reading a journal of the history of the necklace. Pretty soon, he was getting lucky with a lot of things. He won every contest he entered. He gambled and never lost a single coin. Every horse he bet on crossed the finish line first. He found money on the streets.

            “And I’ll admit, that made me jealous. After all, we both found it at the same time. So I stole it away from him.”

            Gladstone could tell where this story was going. “And he died a horrible death.”

            “Not really. He did break his leg, though,” the old man said with a laugh.

            Gladstone frowned, feeling as if the old man was making a fool of him. “Why didn’t the necklace kill him?”

            “So, I have a theory,” the old man said. “When a person wears the necklace, good luck is attracted to them and it keeps bad luck at bay. But the bad luck is like a rubber band around your wrist. If you only pull the rubber band a little bit, it’s not going to hurt you. But if you stretch it as far as it goes and releases, it’s going to hurt like Hell. Well, my partner only had the necklace for a couple of months, not enough time for the bad luck to build up to kill him.

            “My partner knew I had stolen it from him and demanded it back. I suppose I could have run away because I was now getting a lot of good luck, but he was still my partner and I like to keep things square. So we made a bargain: he would have the wishbone for one week and me the next. That way the bad luck could only hurt us a little.

            “After a while, my partner and I noticed that even though we only wore the necklace a week at a time, the bad luck blowback was getting more and more dangerous. At first it was just little things like sitting on a tack or losing our wallets, then it got worse and worse. My partner was afraid of what would happen if he kept passing the wishbone back and forth, he would regret it. So he gave me the wishbone entirely to me.”

            “I bet you’ve been awfully afraid of losing the necklace or having it stolen,” Gladstone said.

            “You bet!” the old man exclaimed.

            “Well, if you’re so lucky, why are you here? You look as if you could take care of yourself,” Gladstone said. He wouldn’t want to live in a nursing home.

            “Well, the necklace can’t protect me from everything. My relatives said I was too old to live by myself. And this place isn’t so bad, as long as I get my own way,” the old man said, sitting back and chuckling. “But, it does get a little lonely. I don’t get any visitors. I’ve seen you here many times. You talk to a lot of the folks here.”

            “My great-grandmother doesn’t like me. So I find other people to talk to,” Gladstone said with a shrug. “It’s better than being bored or listening to Great-Grandmother.”

            The old man laughed. “You’re a good boy. I can tell. So I’m going to give you something.”

            Gladstone thought that the old man was going to give him some quarter or candies. The most someone ever gave him was a two-dollar bill, which wasn’t a common denomination and he still had it because he thought it was cool. But his eyes widened as the old man reached around his neck and took off the wishbone necklace, holding it out with two fingers.

            “You’re giving it to me?” Gladstone asked in disbelief. He only half-believed in the story, and his belief was dropping even more as the necklace was being offered to him. If the necklace was as lucky as the old man said, he would never give it up. And especially with many decades of bad luck hanging over his head.

            “Yes. Take it. It’s yours,” the old man said.

            “Aren’t you afraid of the bad luck?” Gladstone asked, trying to make it sound snarky but he was feeling a little worried.

            “I’ve lived long enough,” the old man said with a twinkle in his eye. “It’s time to pass the luck on to someone else.”

            Gladstone reached out for the necklace, thinking that he would take it just to appease the old man then dump it in the trash. The old man probably had dementia or Alzheimer’s or something, and the necklace was just junk. Who knows, maybe he gave weird necklaces to all the kids who came into his room. When Gladstone wrapped his hand around the necklace, the old man grabbed him, holding him tight.

            “You need to decide quickly. You either keep it for a short time then get rid of it, or you keep it forever. You hear?” the old man said.

            Gladstone nodded solemnly to the old man, who then let him go. The way that the old man was looking at him and how he talked, it was starting to scare Gladstone. Once he was free, he ran out of the room, just wanting to get away from the crazy guy. He barely stopped before barreling into Margie, an old woman who had met several times, who was ambling down the hallway.

            “Oh, aren’t you a handsome, young man,” Margie said, taking Gladstone’s arm. “Will you come play cards with me?”

            “Uh, sure,” Gladstone said, still holding the necklace. He put it in his pocket.

            In the common area, Gladstone played cards with Margie, and he found that no matter what game they played, he won every time. Not that Margie minded.

            “When a young man wins so many times, he deserves a reward,” Margie said, taking out her purse.

            She said this every time and would give Gladstone caramel sucking candies, which he didn’t mind although a bit too sweet for him, so he said “Thank you” and held out his hand politely. Instead of candies, she handed over a crisp twenty-dollar bill.

            “What? This is too much,” Gladstone said.

            “Oh, you keep it. You’re such a nice young man. Just don’t let your luck spoil you,” Margie said.

            “Uh…” Gladstone said, not quite believing things. Never had he been given so much money, not even by his own parents or relatives. But what made him nervous was Margie mentioning luck. “I think I should go find my parents now. Thank you, Ma’m.”

            “Such a good boy,” Margie said again and prepared her pack of cards to play solitaire.

            As Gladstone headed to his great-grandmother’s room, he pulled out the necklace and took a look at it. The wishbone had a gold chain attached to both ends of the bone through small holes drilled in it and galvanized with metal. The broken end where it was split apart looked to have been sanded so it wouldn’t poke anyone. The bone wasn’t white but different shades of grayish brown as it aged, and it was covered in a shiny resin that gave it a jewelry feel to it. But despite the work done on it, it was still ugly.

            Gladstone put it on, glad to see that it hung very low on his neck and that his shirt and stiff collar covered it up. With a deep breath, he stepped into his great-grandmother’s room. This would be the real test to see if the necklace was what the old man said it was.

            “Um…Mama. Can we go home, please?” he said quietly, trying to be as polite as possible.

            “How rude,” Great-Grandmother said so soon after Gladstone said. “You’re parents are visiting with me. Don’t interrupt them.”

            Gladstone’s mother smile wanly and whispered to her husband. “It is almost dinner time.” She started to stand up.

            “Now, you sit back down,” Great-Grandmother ordered crisply. “Don’t go rushing off because the child is a little bored. In my day, children were seen and not heard, that is if they were seen at all. We never got in the way of the adults, and your son can stand to wait a little longer." She cast a disapproving stare at Gladstone that made him wither away a little.

            Gladstone looked down at his feet. Stupid necklace. So much for it being lucky.

            But then the walls began to shake and the floor trembled behind them. The shelves vibrated and the medical equipment on wheels rolled slightly.

            “Earthquake,” Gladstone’s father said, pulling his wife and son closer to him.

            Great-Grandmother clutch the blankets on her medical bed, her eyes wide and mouth open. “Oh, my babies. My babies. They’re going to fall.”

��           The antique dolls were dancing, wiggling back and forth with the shelves, but they were moving from sitting position to lying down, dangling from shelves.

            Gladstone didn’t really do anything. He never intended to. He just so happened to be near one of the shelves when a doll dropped in his lap. He was so surprised that he moved back, and another doll dropped on him. He instinctually held onto them, and watched in surprise as one by one the dolls flew into his embrace. It was even more surprising that their porcelain faces, arms and legs never once cracked against each other.

            When the earthquake ended, the entire shelf of dolls were in his grasp, and he could barely see above the mountain of curly hair and lacy dresses.

            “It’s over,” Gladstone’s father said. “Is everyone fine? Anyone hurt? Grandmother?”

            “My babies,” Great-Grandmother said, her hand to her breast. “Boy…Gladstone. Bring them here.”

            Gladstone carefully walked to his Great-Grandmother, not moving his arms at all. He waited patiently as the adults removed them from his arms one-by-one until they were all safe on the bed.

            “They’re all safe,” Great-Grandmother said aghast. “Not a single one is chipped. And thanks to you, my dear boy.” She patted his head and kissed his cheek.

            That was the most surprising thing of that day. Great-Grandmother didn’t call anyone “dear” but less gave them a kiss. And that wasn’t the end of things. She reached into her bedside table, took out a box that require a key to open—he knew she kept her money locked in the box to prevent the nurses from stealing it, as if they ever would—and gave him a twenty-dollar bill

            “Grandmother…that’s very generous,” Gladstone’s father said, just as surprised as Gladstone.

            “This is not spoiling the child,” Great-Grandmother said in her no-nonsense tone. “He did a good thing, and children should be rewarded for services.”

            “Thank you,” Gladstone said, putting the money next to its brother in his pocket. He was feeling very rich. However he did feel a bit guilty. After all, he didn’t do anything. He just so happened to be right under the shelves during the earthquake.

            They visited with Great-Grandmother for a while longer, the nurses rushing about in the hallways as they checked up on all their patients, sticking their head in to make sure nothing was broken or anyone hurt. And after a while, Great-Grandmother excused them with a smile and a wave, looking much different from the old woman they usually visited.

            “Can we have an earthquake every time we visit?” Gladstone’s father whispered in the hallway.

            “Hush, dear,” Gladstone’s mother said but she was smiling. “Let’s just hope that this fine spirit of hers lasts. And it’s all thanks to you Gladstone, sweetie. You were very brave during the earthquake.”

            Gladstone soaked in the praise as they walked down the hall. But they all stopped as a pair of EMTs pushed a rolling gurney out of one of the patient’s rooms, a black body bag right on top.

            “Oh, go ahead, folks,” one EMT said, spotting the family.

            “Oh, my,” Gladstone’s mother gasped, hand to her mouth. “How unfortunate.”

            “Was it the earthquake?” Gladstone’s father asked the EMT.

            “He had a heart attack, probably from the stress of the earthquake,” the other EMT said.

            As they passed by, Gladstone’s parents tried to hide Gladstone from the view, but as they passed, he caught a glimpse of the room beyond the EMTs.

            It belonged to the old man who gave him the necklace.

            Gladstone put a hand to his chest, feeling the necklace against his feathers under his shirt. He believed now. So he had to make a decision. Was he going to get rid of the necklace, pass it on to someone else or perhaps bury it before the bad luck built up too much? Or was he going to keep it?

***

Twenty five years later…

            Gladstone stepped out of the beach house at the edge of Duckburg, feeling refreshed and wonderful. He always felt refreshed and wonderful no matter where he slept. He once had stayed the night in a jail cell and had slept peacefully there—why he was in the jail cell, he had no idea, but it turned out to be lucky since he had overheard where a pair of thieves had hid their loot and earned a reward when he turned the information over to the police.

            He didn’t own the beach house. A man at the airport—a complete stranger—had rented the beach house for the week and he had been called in on an emergency at work. It was non-refundable. And Gladstone had talked to him for five minutes, five polite, lucky minutes, and the man called the rental agency and had everything transferred to Gladstone. What are the odds? With Gladstone, always in his favor.

            A week in a beach house.

            Gladstone was the type who went where the wind takes him, having never needed job or permanent home. All his basic needs were taken care of, and since he never kept anything that he picked up for very long, never collected souvenirs or anything other than memories, he could easily live anywhere in the world. Whenever he ended up in Duckburg, he always tend to crash at his Uncle Scrooge’s place, but once in a while, he’d win a free hotel room or something like that.

            This time, it was a beach house, which so happened to coincide with some of the most beautiful weather he had ever seen in Duckburg.

            He was so lucky.

            As he walked down the boardwalk to the eateries on the wharf, he tested his inner self to see what he was in the mood for. Pancakes? Parfait? Pastries? Maybe something more exotic. He had to decide, otherwise his luck wouldn’t know where he wanted to go. Or maybe it would just send him some money so he could decide later.

            As he searched the ground for the usual twenty dollars, he patted the front of his shirt which was his usual habit. The necklace that he always kept hidden under his shirt was always a comfort to him, although it didn’t look like the same necklace he was given as a child. Instead of a gold chain, he had replaced it with silver since gold was eye-catching, and after seeing so much of the color from his Uncle Scrooge, he thought it was a little gaudy. Besides, silver looked better with green. As for the bone, he couldn’t stand seeing it as it was and worried that someone would think him macabre for wearing something like that, so he had it plated in silver as well. It was a strange looking necklace, that’s for sure, but at least it didn’t look as if he were wearing ancient body parts.

            A flash of green caught his eye and he bent down.

            “Nice, twenty dollars,” Gladstone said, picking up the crisp bill. Now he was set for the morning.

            Just as he saw a pretty, little café that met his fancy, a person turned right into him and they ran into each other, shoulder to shoulder. It was only a slight bump, but it was enough to knock Gladstone to the ground.

            “Ow,” Gladstone said, feeling the pain of his tail cushioning his fall. He expected an apology and a welcomed hand to help him up, but instead he saw a man in a gray hoodie hurrying away. “Hey! What’s the big idea?” he shouted. Grumbling, he stood up and brushed himself off, finding a tear in his new jacket. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Rassa frassa jerk no good—“ He stopped himself. “Oh, no. Now I’m sounding like Donald.”

            It was a strange occurrence for something like this to happen to him. His lucky charm couldn’t exactly change people, but usually something that seemed like bad luck would lead him to good luck. In the meantime, all he wanted was a bagel and a cup of coffee.

            As he stumbled into the café, he said found almost every table filled and the noise level barely low enough that he heard from the hostess up front that it would be a fifteen minute wait. It ended up being thirty, and when he was finally seated, the table wasn’t wiped down and he stepped in a wad of gum.

            “What can I get you?” a curt waitress asked.

            Gladstone didn’t have to look at the menu. “Coffee and a bagel.”

            “We only have pumpernickel right now,” the waitress said.

            Gladstone blanched. He hated pumpernickel. “Toast then. Wheat bread,” Gladstone said with a sigh.

            He then waited much longer than it should have taken to make toast, and when it finally came, the toast was cold, had too much butter and was not wheat bread. As for the coffee, it wasn’t spectacular like he was used to, and the waitress didn’t bring any creamers for him. After he tried to flag down the waitress several times, he gave up, scarfed down his sub-par breakfast and went to the cash register to pay for the meal.

            “Here and the rest is tip,” Gladstone said, handing over the bill he had picked up. Not that she deserved such a gracious gratuity, he thought.

            The hostess snorted and muttered, “Lousy tipper. Go figure.”

            “Huh, what was that?” Gladstone asked.

            “Nothing,” the hostess said with a shake of her head.

            Gladstone frowned. “If I’m not mistaken, I did hand you a twenty-dollar bill, right?”

            The hostess shook her head. “No, you gave me a five. It barely covers your meal, sir.” She gave him a judgmental look.

            A five? No, that couldn’t be possible. He always picked up twenty-dollar bills.

            “I’m sorry. My mistake,” Gladstone said, reaching for his wallet. He was certain he would have several wayward twenties that he had picked up on his journeys. His hands came up empty after searching his pockets. His senses dropped to the floor.

            His wallet was gone.

            “No. No, where is it?” he said, searching his jacket and every pocket, coming up empty again.

            “Where is what, sir?” the hostess asked, looking irritated.

            “My wallet. It’s gone,” Gladstone said.

            The hostess had a look on her face as if she had heard that line before.

            “No, it’s really gone,” Gladstone said. “I’ve lost it. I lost my wallet. This never happens to me.”

            “Sure,” the hostess said, her beaks pressed in a thin line. “If you lost it here, it hasn’t been turned in, but you can check back later.”

            Gladstone realized that the waitress couldn’t grasp just how terrible of a thing for him to lose his wallet. But then he remembered the guy bumping into him, that had knocked him to the boardwalk and left in a hurry without an apology. The guy must have been a pickpocket.

            Gladstone fumed as he stormed out of the café. This shouldn’t have happened to him. Bad things don’t happen to Gladstone Gander. He had never been robbed before. He never was ignored like this before. And he never had such an unpleasant morning, not since that old man had given him his lucky charm.

            He automatically raised his hand to feel the outline of the jewelry under his shirt, but as his fingertips traced just under his collar bone, he felt nothing but his own body and feathers. He pulled back his jacket and shirt collar, looking down, expecting it to be askew or something, for there to be a reason why he didn’t feel it.

            But it was worse than he thought. The necklace was gone.

            And so was his luck.

***

This story will probably be in three parts. I didn't want to do more stories with multiple parts, but I felt I needed to post something soon because I've been having problems working on my computer. I got into a slump this week but I'm back up.

This story in no ways reflects any Gladstone Gander cannon information or my own headcannon. It was just something that I came up with and I just went ahead with it. I know it's very similar to the episode with the Phantom Blot, but I'm going with a different angle that I hope will sound great.

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Wash the dog- Kelvin x Neutral Reader – One Shot

Prompt: Dirty Kelvin need a shower and a gently pat in the head to become a good brave dog.

Tags: Fluffy, nothing too spicy

Almost a month had passed since the helicopter where you were going, together with the rest of your rescue team, had fallen in the middle of the forest of that island infested with cannibals, and each time it became easier for you to accept that you two, the only survivors, may never be rescued. Although you had the slight hope that some new team would arrive. Lost millionaire entrepreneurs, a lost elite team. If someone high up on the base knew how dangerous this place was, they would prepare another rescue mission, but that could take indefinite time. Weeks, months, years or maybe never.

At the moment, you were too busy surviving, gathering resources, exterminating hostiles, keeping Kelvin out of harm's way, so you shook your head, finishing collecting river water in your canteen, looking at your companion, standing next to you, checking the surroundings with his eyes, studying the shadows between ferns and branches.

"Legolas, you look like a meerkat..." You said, to yourself, knowing that he couldn't hear anything, not yet.

There was something that bothered you, and that is that you both stank, you smelled like hell, a mixture of dried blood, own and foreigner, dirt, sweat, mud, mutant entrails and a few other things. The understandable thing being that you had not even taken off your clothes once since you had arrived, and the little water you had touched was by chance, whether it was rain, crossing a river or going into the sea to gather sea turtles.

"Damn" You thought "I should spend some time today to either of us to take a bath... It's starting to get gross, at this point the cannibals must find us by smell... And I don't think it's healthy... If they hurt us, it's going to infect… I'm worried that Kelvin won't let me know if he's feeling bad, I have to focus on him…” You sighed.

You straightened up, moving closer to him, watching his brown eyes now fix on you, as if waiting for something. You guys were already starting to make an internal code of basic signals, but nothing advanced enough to tell him that, so you wrote on the notepad and handed it over to him. He read quickly. “Optimal temperature. Bathe. You stink"

Kelvin looked at you quickly, a slight blush on his cheeks, pointing at himself.

"Yes, you" You nodded, pointing at him, and then made your "I watch" sign.

You saw him nod and look at the river, before he began to take off his gloves and vest, with a certain parsimony full of doubts.

Eventually he was sitting in the river, naked, waist deep in the water, slowly washing himself, his eyes still scanning the surroundings. He was too used to his watchdog role to let down his guard, especially in this situation.

You had not stayed still. Taking advantage of the fact that a few days ago you had found some metal buckets in good condition, you filled a couple with water and left them to heat on the fire and, once they were hot enough, you took them to where he was. You took a relatively clean rag, soaked it in hot water and placed it over his head, making Kelvin jump for a moment, mostly at the thought that he was naked and you were behind him.

You noticed that tension, but he seemed to relax a bit when, with another warm cloth, you helped him wash his neck and back. It wasn't that you thought he couldn't bathe himself, you just wanted to make sure he wasn't hurt, and give him a hand with that.

Although that also made you realize that the soldier had the expected physical condition of someone who, for 30 days, spent half the day chopping wood with an ax and the other half lifting logs that easily weighed twice as much as himself. He had musculature hidden beneath the layers of military clothing, especially noticeable now, in his broad arms, well-rounded back, and firm pecs. You swallowed involuntarily as you acknowledged the fact that Kelvin was physically attractive, not just his face.

You denied to yourself. It was an island infested with horrors and he was not in total control of his faculties, it was not the place or the moment to contemplate that man or to think about his physical attractions.

Although seeing his muscles made you think about the fact that they probably hurt. You were in a lot of pain at the end of the day, so you figured that he, who physically seemed to push himself even harder, would have his muscles cramped and sore all day long, despite the fact that he almost never used the “pain” sign. From time to time you had seen him rub his arms or his neck, silently and secretly.

You re-dunked the cloths with hot water, resting them on his shoulders, hoping the heat would help with muscle fatigue and instinctively massaged his neck. That's when he took a long sigh of relief and you felt him drop his guard, dangle his arms, really relax, maybe for the first time in a month.

And for a while you just stood there firmly massaging his back, shoulders, neck and arms, half attentive to him, half attentive to any danger, leaving warm cloths on his skin, trying a little to ignore his growling and moaning in quite audible ways every time you squeezed his muscles. He couldn't hear himself, but you could, and that had made your emotions worse.

Eventually you finished your help, pouring the still warm water slowly over his head, listening to him give a gratifying sigh. You gently patted his head, watching him turn slightly to you, smiling and with grateful eyes. You gave him a thumbs up, before taking all his dirty laundry and hauling it back to the base. Later you would wash all of that.

There were too many things on your mind to realize that you hadn't brought him clean clothes or anything to dry off. You only realized it when, a while later, he was standing next to you, naked and still dripping with water, which made you jump out of your seat.

"My God, Kelvin" you exclaimed to yourself, to bring him a large dry cloth, while trying to avoid looking at him. The airhead of him was wiping his face first, not even turning a bit, so your eyes instinctively registered everything possibly recordable. He didn't even move from his place, he stayed by your side, as God had brought him into the world, watching you find clean clothes for him.

Evidently the shower, the warm cloths and the massages had helped him more than he could express, but it was obvious to the eye. Kelvin looked like he had gained extra strength and speed, and even he seemed to sleep like a baby through the night.

The next day, you went to check another part of the island, with him following close behind, in his clean military clothes. Cannibals everywhere, the usual. At the end there were a couple still alive, on the ground. You were finishing killing one, when you saw Kelvin take his own ax and cut off the other's head, as if the neck were a twig, killing him.

You stood still, looking at him, somewhat shocked. It was the first time he had actively participated in killing a cannibal. And you even remembered that, during the fight, he hadn't cowered, or fled like he used to, but rather he had moved like bait, pushing some aside so you could fight with fewer enemies, under better conditions.

The deaf soldier looked at you and made a heart with his hands, smiling. The one that days ago seemed like a scared puppy, now looked like a fighting dog. Something had emboldened him, and you didn't know what. You didn't know that for Kelvin, getting off the island was no longer his priority. You didn't know that his priority now, was you.

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Give Love

Shuriri x black fem reader

Summary: You all spend your first Christmas together.

Translations: Sthandwa( My Love) IKrisimesi emnandi. Uthando lwam ( Merry Christmas. My Loves)

Warnings: none

Requested By: @verachii

A/N: lmao I tried. Hope you like it, and enjoy the Holidays. 🤎❄

Y/N Pov

We were spending Christmas at my mother's house, and right now I had Shuri and Riri in the bathroom, trying on ugly Christmas sweaters that my mother had "made."

"Sthandwa, Is this some sort of joke?" Shuri asked. I tried to hold back my laughter, but it wasn't working because tears were streaming down my cheeks. But I quickly wiped my cheeks, trying to maintain my cool.

"Why would I make a joke about something like that? Mama worked really hard on those sweaters! You don't think they're pretty?" I asked her.

"They pretty ugly!" Riri yelled. causing me to chuckle and playfully gasp. "I'm going to tell her you said that, too."

I heard a smacking noise, which caused Riri to yelp and yell at Shuri.

"WHAT! YOU WERE THINKING IT?"

"Enough already. Come out now; my mother is in the driveway." They walked out of the bathroom, and I covered my mouth with my hand, trying not to laugh.

But the expressions on their faces made me burst out laughing. "Y/N, you are very funny. Now what happened to yours?" Shuri asked me, with a bored expression, and her arms are crossed.

But I couldn't respond because I was hysterically laughing. But I quickly stood up when I heard my mother enter the house. She entered the living room, stopped and looked at Shuri and Riri, but continued to walk over to hug me.

"Hello, my baby. How you been?" She asked. I returned her hug and kissed her on the cheek. She stifled a laugh as she turned to face Shuri and Riri. "What the hell y'all got on?" She said, laughing making her way to the kitchen.

"This shit is going on the fridge," I said as I took a picture of them, making myself laugh even harder. Riri was threatening to kick my ass. I was clutching my stomach, from laughing so hard. While Shuri just smirked at me, as if she was planning on getting my ass later.

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"STOP EATING THE JOLLY RANCHERS FROM MY ROOF!" I yelled at Riri. She playfully rolled her eyes at me and continued to decorate the side of her house with frosting. Riri and I were having a gingerbread decorating contest, while my mother, sister, and Shuri were baking sugar cookies.

When "Give Love" by the Jackson 5 came on, I instantly smiled and hummed along to the lyrics. I loved Christmas; it was my favorite time of year, but I was especially happy because it was spent with my two favorite people, along with my family.

People making lists, buying special gifts

Taking time to be kind to one and all

It's that time of year when good friends are near

And you wish you could give more than just presents from a store

I watched Riri place pretzels along her house's walkway, occasionally popping one in her mouth.

"Damn! Can you please finish your house instead of eating the decorations? That's why you are losing." I said, shaking my head. She flipped me off tossing some skittles into her mouth. I shook my head and watched Shuri bring over a hot plate of cookies.

"Those look good, boo. You did a good job." I kissed her on the cheek. She smiled, grabbing my waist and softly kissing me. "AYE! What about me? Where is my good job kiss?" Riri asked Shuri and me.

I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms. "If you had finished the job you were supposed to do, you'd get a good job kiss! You ate half yo house! Your gingerbread man gon be homeless!" I said. This made both Shuri and me laugh.

She pouted and smacked her teeth. Shuri approached her and kissed her lips, causing her to smile. I walked towards her, and she extended her hand to stop me. "uh-uh, you wanna be funny and shit. You not finna kiss me" She said, giving me the stank face.

I smacked my teeth and grabbed her by her pants, bringing her closer to me and kissed her lips. "Stop, being so bratty and dance with me. This my favorite part."

Why don't you give love on Christmas Day?

Oh the man on the street and the couple upstairs

All need to know there's someone who cares

Give love on Christmas Day

No greater gift is there than love

wrapping my arms around their shoulders and swayed back and forth, singing at the top of my lungs. They smiled at me. And We all sung the next part together.

Give love, oh give love on Christmas day

Every Tom, Dick, and Harry, every Susie too

Needs love every bit as much as you Do

What the world needs is love

Yes, the world needs your love

Give Love, Oh give love on Christmas Day

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3rd Pov

Everyone had a good time. Eating food, playing games, dancing to music, and telling childhood stories. Except for Shuri, everyone was now asleep on the couch, as the movie was playing. She smiled at Y/N and Riri, who were laying their heads against each other, she then got up and placed a blanket over them, kissing their foreheads.

"IKrisimesi emnandi. Uthando lwam"