#but im obsessed w their dynamic

[dvlcecito]

would you ever be my would you be my fucking boyfriend

[spookywaffledio]

not too fond of nightwings

[akemima]

I cant stop thinking abt them… the sillies… the blorbos!!!!!…

[so-very-small]

hey. you. put your tiny OC in a fancy birdcage. with a giant looming over them perhaps. do it it’s good for them it’s like enrichment

[asaethiel]

1/2 of the messiest polycule in the queer housing facebook group AKA i just finished imperial radch

[ashipiko]

NIKO SHENANIGANS FT @theolivetree123 ‘S HOPPER!!!!!!!!!

niko is NOT shorter than hopper he is simply being annoying and hanging on his shoulder (after getting beat up probs) <3 my squishy

SORTA A SEQUEL TO THIS DOODLE

[myymi]

“Look. Yer new here, I get it.” Sails grumbled, his mechanical arm resting on the hedgehog’s chest to force him to keep his distance, “But you need to learn our rules and fast.” He growled, eyes narrowing into a glare.

Sonic tried to keep his body from visibly wilting at the rejection. He wasn't used to being pushed away by his little brother, and it seemed to hurt worse the second time around.

Except they aren't his little brother, are they? Nine and Sails don't know him. They shouldn't trust him. But he needs them to. Sonic needs his brother(s?) to trust him to keep them safe, why won't they let him protect them?

That's his job, isn't it? He has to keep them safe from those who are hunting them or whatever awful thoughts are plaguing them. What good is protecting the world when he can't protect his world?

“Whaddya mean?” He decided to ask, firmly ignoring the way his voice wavered even after the fox in front of him raised a brow at it.

“I mean quit stickin’ yer nose where it don't belong.” Sonic tried to ignore the fact that only one of the pirate's ears folded down as he crossed his arms, shrinking into himself. “My tale ain't your business, so quit poking.”

“I didn't mean to offend you or anything,” Sonic said, raising his paws in surrender. He'd never want to push his brother to talk about something he didn't want to. Why didn't he just drop it? “I was just worried, y’know?”

“Don't worry over strangers, landlubber.” Sails warned, his metal arm retreating from the teens chest as he averted his gaze, “it'll only make things harder for ya.” He mumbled, almost too quiet for the other to hear.

“But you're not a stranger, Sails.” The older argued, watching the fox’s movements, “I know everything about you!”

“No, you don't.” The kit frowned, his fur bristling, “If ye did, ye wouldn't be here askin’ questions about a life that doesn't concern you.” Was the last thing he said before turning away from the hedgehog, quickly making his way to somewhere on the boat that wasn't near him.

Sonic's ears flattened against his head as he watched Sails walk away, his left paw holding his right arm in an absolute death grip. He groaned and ran his paws down his face.

This was his own fault.

He's always been one to preach about boundaries. He remembers he used to have to remind a 4 year old Tails quite often that sometimes people just didn't want to talk about or do certain things and that was okay.

So why didn't he keep his big, stupid mouth shut when he saw Sails start to pull away?

Sure, Sails wasn't technically Tails, but they had the same mannerisms. His tails twirling around themselves to appear as a single appendage, his eyes looking down to stare at his crossed arms, his fur proofing up, and his foot tapping against the ground were all signs that someone was pushing him too far. Sonic knew that, yet he wouldn't stop pushing.

Maybe it was the desperation to understand this two tailed fox. Because he wasn't his fox, but he was so close he might as well be his doppelganger. Yet the teenager didn't actually know him.

But he wanted to. He wanted to show the kit that he was the one the kid should trust. He wanted to prove to Sails that he was a free shoulder to lean on if he needed it.

A big brother who would always have his arms open, waiting to comfort the fox should he need it.

It was a need for the hedgehog. He so desperately needed his little brother to understand he was always here that he forgot that Sails wasn't his brother. Not in those blue eyes, anyway.

To Sails, Sonic was a stranger. He was just some guy they found on an island who begged to be let aboard their ship. They had only met a few hours ago.

He was, understandably, overwhelmed by the hedgehog. It seemed like the stranger knew almost everything about his life, except for one key detail; Sonic didn't exist in it.

And that's exactly what made Sonic keep pushing. He wasn't a part of Sails’ life, but he wanted to be. Because he knows what Tails’ life was like before meeting the hedgehog, and he needed to make sure Sails was safe.

Nine wasn't.

Mangey wasn't.

There had to be at least one variant of his little brother that was okay. The kid's safety couldn't only rely on Sonic, surely there had to be one of them that got off easy.

But he guesses that was just another assumption he was wrong about.

“Landlubber!” Sonic's ears twitched at that, swiveling around until they located the direction the shout came from. He turned around to see Batten flying above him.

“What’d ye say to Sails?” She asked, one hand resting on her hip as the other held the hilt of her sword. The bat nodded her head up towards the crow’s nest.

Squinting, Sonic could see Sails was leaning against the banister, his head hung low.

The hedgehog winced and rubbed the back of his neck, “I kinda pushed him about something I shouldn't have.” He admitted, ears folding down against his head. “Do you know how I can make that up to him?”

Batten’s frown deepened as she glanced up to the fox for a brief moment, “Don't do anything. He'll sort it out on his own.” She advised, lowering herself down to land beside the hedgehog. “And don't bring the topic back up again. Ever.”

“Noted.” Sonic tried to smile, but it was very obviously strained. He sighed and looked away from the fox, not wanting to be caught staring.

He wasn't used to leaving Tails alone. When the fox was upset he would always bring him a gift to make up for whatever it was he did.

But maybe it's time to stop treating these two tailed foxes like they're his little brother. It never seemed to work out in his favor.

[diorstarr]

"I felt like I had something that my father wanted to take from me. I had something he didn’t have, and he wanted it. I felt that way sometimes with other men later in my life. That they were trying to take something from me." - The Incest Diary

[galatariel]

ENHYPEN for ELLE MAN (June 23)

[surreal-duck]

whispering marina

[elleryhart]

A Shattering Force, A Friend to Hunters

Preparations for the final phase of his hunting of the Vake involved getting stronger. A lot of practice, a lot of hunts.

While out, he met a young woman --not new to the Neath, but new to London. She was on a hunt, and he could easily smell the absinthe on her. That night, they shared a kill, and he got her name. Someone to keep an eye on, that Bríd Connolly, but so far to go.

He could remember that. He could remember the first time he drank Absinthe. He could remember the tips he'd gotten, and how they had made him a better hunter.

He kept an eye on her --little tips, little tricks. And then, one day, he invited her on a hunt. He asked if she'd let him help, if she'd accept what he could teach.

Just like that, Ellery became someone's mentor. There was someone who would put their faith in him to teach. Something he felt he was confident he could do well.

He could not wait to see how Bríd Connolly grew.

(Bríd Connolly belongs to @letheology )

[dayurno]

hiii dayurno could you tell me more about raven!jeremy? it's such a new idea sounds very interesting!!!

hiii of course! buckle up. long story and also a collab with ao3 kevjean :3

well first of all let me say that in this au jeremy is not part of the perfect court or in fact even close to it at all. he’s a sub striker with a high jersey number who did not see much playtime during his career as a raven and was on the lower end of the raven spectrum skill-wise. this is important to tell you because the fic doesn’t start with jeremy in the ravens, it starts with him dealing with the aftermath of the nest getting dissolved and losing every bit of his hopes and dreams after sacrificing everything in his life to make it in eau—it starts with kevin salvaging the last dregs of jeremy’s college career by recruiting him for the foxes for his last year, even though jeremy, as an ex raven, hates him (and jean) for what they’ve done both to riko and to their team

ok good. so set the scene. jeremy is miserable. the ravens already didn’t like kevin and jean to begin with, isolated as they were from the perfect court. now jeremy lost not only his team but the lifestyle surrounding it, the ideology of the ravens, his partner, and his career prospects. he doesn’t have the eau raven title anymore and he can’t use it to get himself in the line of sight of most pro team recruiters. he gave up a family (that didn’t love him much, but still) and a trustfund for this. kevin day leaves the nest, jean moreau follows soon after, and their king kills himself. Do you understand how much jeremy hates them? kevin and jean were perfect court, were untouchable, didn’t even know or care to learn his name as a sub striker with not much under his belt—and then they left and destroyed everything jeremy had worked so hard for without even thinking about him. without remembering him at all, in fact.

he hates them!!!!!!!! desperately. With a passion. getting recruited for the foxes and by kevin day on top of it all is humiliating, but it’s the last chance he has. jeremy arrives in palmetto an angry hateful mess made ten times worse by kevin’s constant criticism of him, unaccustomed with normal life and without a partner for the first time in four years. he’s volatile and destructive and he has nothing to live for. exy is the only thing he wants and it doesn’t want him back. :) kevin steps in and takes jeremy’s game from him much like he did with neil, both out of desperation because the foxes are a mess now with the addition of their freshmen, and because, while jeremy isn’t really anything to write home about in terms of skill, he’s far more ambitious and disciplined than the average fox. jeremy hates kevin but can’t afford to reject his help. thus begins the most convoluted raven partnership to ever exist

jeremy hates kevin and has a non-negligible wish to harm him whichever way he can, but he’s also a raven that escaped the nest all on his own. he latches onto kevin immediately, the two of them becoming partners in the raven sense of the world while clashing Often and Intensely with each other both on and off court. their relationship gets more and more volatile the more jeremy goes out of his way to get under kevin’s skin, resentful and so angry at what the perfect court’s done to him, while kevin sinks his feet in and pushes jeremy way past his limits in his training. basically they are a match made in hell :) lots of hatefucking and jealousy and violence and the one murder attempt ensue as the foxes try to navigate this destructive, hopeless version of jeremy that wants to die and take down as much as he can in the process, up to and including kevin day. they’re together every second of the day and jeremy hates him for everything kevin took from the ravens, but he also depends on kevin’s training and presence to feel like a person again. it’s a really big mess basically that is eventually made worse (and better) by kevin and jeremy starting to sleep together to get the adrenaline out raven-style. and that’s all without jean coming along, which he will eventually

[howlsofbloodhounds]

would color and killer actually enjoy the van life

[sophaeros]

[horrorlesbion]

riverdale aesthetics  ➠ ships ➟ hiram lodge x hermione lodge

"Some couples, they tie each other up to spice things up. But you and me, we oder hits. That's why we keep doing this little dance."

[miasmaghoul]

Swiss/Aeon thoughts you say? Please, do go on *Scoots my seat closer*

I'm high so this is basically just headcanons lmao SORRY

I just know they have so much fun together. They laugh a lot during sex, both of em always down for what the other wants. Lots of kink involved in that pairing, LOTS. Super switchy on both of their parts, so much dirty talk it isn't even funny. They're playful. If Swiss tells Aeon to call him daddy, Aeon will laugh in his face even as he chubs up. They're almost always high when they fuck. Both suuuuuuuper touchy, both want to overwhelm each other. They make out a lot, Aeon straddling Swiss and shoving his tongue down his throat, and they both touch each other's faces the whole time. They'll edge each other for hours, and then Aeon will beg Swiss to overstim him to tears and beyond. Or they'll ruin each other's orgasms and revel in the frustration of it all. Both real into predator/prey scenes, in both directions. Swiss likes to be hunted while Aeon likes his head fucked with. Sometimes they'll double team Dew and it'll turn into the worst sort of objectification for the little guy. Definitely get real weird together, in every way there is to interpret that. Aeon likes to be hurt - likes to have his ruddy, sad, shriveled cock toyed with until he's in tearful agony. Likes being tickled until he's sobbing and aching and unable to stay hard. Likes having his flexible limbs contorted and tied to get him exposed to Swiss's cruel hands. Swiss is less into being in extended pain though. He still gets something out if it, to be sure, but he prefers being kept in the build up. He'll let Aeon edge him for d a y s. Will let him work him up for hours, get him so close before pulling away and waiting until Swiss was soft again before giving him more. Then Swiss will be locked up in a pretty pink cage for the night, only to do it all again the next day. And the next. And the next. By the time Aeon decides to get him off, Swiss is on such a hair trigger that Aeon has to use his magic to keep him from blowing at the first little baby kiss to his dick. When he is finally allowed to cum, Aeon bleeds into his brain to make his orgasm unnaturally long. He won't be able to cum for at least three days afterwards, but it's worth it for the sight of Aeon's angular face coated in his mess. Swiss will lick up every drop and feed it to him, thanking him profusely for his kindness. Swiss loves erotic massage, loves the attention paid to his body. Loves the sounds Aeon makes when he works himself into Swiss's ass, massaging him inside too. Likes it long and slow and luxurious. But they both also love a quick, dirty, semi-public quickly. Rubbing their cocks together in an alcove in the chapel, ducking into a supply closet to suck each other off and giggling about it. Sometimes Swiss will cum in Aeon's boxers and tug them back on so Aeon can feel him all day. Aeon will text him later on saying that he keeps getting hard in public. They can be extreme together for sure - lots of heavy, possessive breeding king talk, choking to the point of it not being safe, quintessence sensory play, some super dubious situations. Not often, but it can happen. They can be gross too. Aeon will listen at the hotel wall when he's roomed next to Swiss, jerking himself raw while he listens to Swiss get railed by Mountain. Swiss will cum on his pillow on the bus so Aeon smells him when he crawls in for the night. Just a little nasty.

Like I said, they just have fun.