#carby boi

[dovalore]

carbuncles (they are communicating)

[sand-seeks-sun]

Carbuddy! It's so so tiny on Lalafell...

[tjmystic]

Top 3 Canon Ships Done Dirty

Emma and Neal (Swanfire) -- Once Upon a Time

Shawn and Angela -- Boy Meets World

Dr. Carter and Abby -- ER

[asleepinawell]

awkward moment at a party where you arrive first and have to make small talk with the host

[kirstenonic05]

SPONTANEOUS QUESTION TIME

How does this image make you feel?

Bonus question:

How about this one?

That's Schezo? I don't know what you're talking about. Look, he's wearing blue and white like always! That's Schezo :)

Second question. CARBY HIIII

[suppenzeit]

a fun exercise to do with your ocs is to figure out which cat from the cats musical they would be. not exactly in the sense of "which cat they like best" but more like "which cat would they be cast as" and "which cat fit their vibe best" (not the same in every scenario). you can even make frame it as "this character wants to be this cat, but is cast as this cat instead"

[adina--astra]

Wolianger Week Day One: Aether

Nap time.

[tending-the-hearth]

if i had a nickel for every time an actor who played carbucketty in a production of cats the musical was also in a production of newsies, i'd have two nickels...

which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice times

[justatasteofyourpoison]

Too many cooks…

(A Hazbin Hotel/Alastor x Fem Reader fan fiction)

Part 2

I didn’t expect to write any more smut, butttt I had so much fun writing the last one (take that depression! :D) This idea came to me while casually preparing a roast on Sunday and singing along to the HH soundtrack. Enjoy!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem Reader

Plot: It’s your turn to cook for the HH gang, but Alastor decides to distract you…

Warnings: 18+, smut, bdsm, blood, rough sex (not for me, but maybe you), slight praise k*nk, p in v.

Word Count: About 1.3K

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The hotel was a hub of joy and excitement tonight, it was Friday night and that meant party time! Each week you all took turns cooking a slap-up meal for each other, then put on music, drank and laughed into the small hours. Last week Sir Pentious served up some sort of inedible egg dish which didn’t go down too well, especially when you all had noticed a couple of his egg boys had mysteriously disappeared… But anyway, it was your turn to shine and you were determined to cook something amazing for everyone!

You had it all planned out, cook a few things to suit every taste; something meaty, something veggie, something carby and something buggy… “Ugh” you scoffed as you placed the tray of roaches into the oven. It was Nifty’s favourite and who were you to deny the endearing little creep?

Niffty ran in and out of the kitchen gathering plates and cutlery to set the table. “Thanks Niffty, you’re a star!” You chimed as she grabbed some plates. “No problem! Everything must be perfect!” She sang as she grabbed some more plates. “And clean” she muttered wiping the top plate manically as she struggled through the door.

You laughed to yourself and began preparing the vegetables on the large island in the middle of the kitchen. “I think I’ll have everyone’s tastes covered with this spread” you thought. But then you remembered - Alastor. Alastor who had invited you to his room last night… Your heart fluttered as you remembered the evening’s amorous activities… “I don’t have any venison for Alastor, he’ll be so disappointed” you thought sadly. You didn’t want to disappoint him, especially now that you were his new flight of fancy.

You continued chopping up vegetables when a familiar feeling washed over you. The static was back and that only meant one thing… “Hello my little Doe” a voice suddenly whispered into your ear. You jumped violently and accidentally pierced the knife into your finger. “SHIT!” you yelped in pain as scarlet began dripping onto the white marble. You grabbed the nearest cloth and pressed it tightly to your finger before spinning round to see Alastor stood there. “Hey Alastor, sorry” you said meekly. “No I’m sorry my dear, I need to learn to not sneak up on people when they’re holding knives. Especially not Niffty, she’s a total liability…” He trailed off, “but here, let me help you” Before you knew it the cloth was tossed aside and Alastor had your finger in his mouth. A seductive look in his eye as his tongue swirled around, making sure to get every drop of you. When he was satisfied he let you go and wiped his mouth across his hand “almost as tasty as last night” he purred looking intently into your eyes. You blushed. “Now don’t be coy with me Y/N, you’re no innocent” he said leaning in closer before gently pressing his lips to yours. Your legs felt weak feeling him against you.

“What are you cooking?” He enquired inquisitively after pulling himself away from you. “Err, a little of this, a little of that” you said brushing a loose hair behind your ear. “But…” you began sheepishly “I haven’t got any venison for you, I’m sorry.”

“Oh don’t worry about it” Alastor said coolly “I prefer to catch and eat it fresh” he said almost salivating at the thought. “But the fact I slipped your mind makes me a little sad…” He said his tone changing. Your stomach fell, you never wanted to disappoint the Radio Demon. “I’m sorry Alastor” you said avoiding his gaze. “But, I know how you can make it up to me” he grinned demonically.

Before you knew what was happening Alastor had spun you around and was pressing you down onto the cold marble worktop, his crotch pressed against your buttocks and his powerful hands holding you down by your neck. “Al!” you squeaked in surprise. “Y’know that bit of blood has got me yearning for a little bit more” he growled leaning down over you, his lips against your ear. His lips brushed down to your neck before biting into the flesh gently, his crotch rubbing against you. His lips trailed back up next to your ear. Your face was now flushed hot with excitement. “Last night was wonderful, I think it’s time for round two” he whispered seductively. Your heart skipped a beat, “But what if someone comes in?” you questioned, amazed that you both hadn’t been interrupted already. “I’ll make sure no one will” he said before licking your ear slowly up and down. From the corner of your eye your saw green lock appear on the door. No one would be disturbing you.

Alastor slid his hands down to your black skirt and hoisted it up. “These tights will have to go” he said sternly ripping them off with his claws. You winced as he then spanked your bare arse cheek. “Do you like that Y/N?” You did like that, a lot. “Yes Alastor” you moaned.

“Good girl” he purred as he began sliding your thong down to your ankles. You could hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers and felt your body tighten with excitement. He bent back down to your ears “Ready my Doe?” he cooed. “God yes Alastor” you whimpered.

His clawed fingertips traced their way down your back towards your buttocks, he dug his claws into the soft flesh and thrust himself into you roughly, you yelped in pain but didn’t want him to stop. He grabbed you by your pony tail and pulled your neck up, his lips back on your neck giving hickies. He moaned deeply with each thrust into your soaking pussy. “You’re mine” he growled as his stood up tall thrusting harder. His cock was deep inside you, tickling you just were you wanted it. “I thought you were punishing me Al” you moaned. Alastor laughed “Its not my fault you like it you little slut. Now, come for me” his thrusts became faster and the feeling was sensational. He dug his claws into your hips drawing blood and you felt yourself coming hard at the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain “fuck!” you exclaimed before moaning uncontrollably. “That’s it my little Doe” Alastor panted. “My turn!” He thrusted roughly, you could feel your hips starting to bruise from being bashed against the counter. But you didn’t care, all you wanted was Alastor to get there. He leant into you and grabbed your neck before groaning loudly. His cock pulsing inside you as your pussy was filled with him.

He kissed the back of your head before standing up and swiftly dressing himself. He gently pulled your underwear up and let your skirt down. He picked up the tattered tights and laughed “looks like I owe you more clothes!” before making them disappear in a puff of smoke. You chuckled as you turned to face him. You could never get over that face, that smile... He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. “I’ll see you at dinner my Deer. There may not be anything I’ll eat, but some Rye with friends is always a welcomed treat.”

“Sounds good to me” you panted, still trying to recover from what had just happened. Before Alastor reached the door he stopped and turned “I’ll send some of the girls in to help you finish dinner, you’ve just used up a lot of energy so I’m sure you could you some help.” He said with a wicked grin. With a snap of his fingers the lock was removed from the door and he left inconspicuously.

You braced yourself on the counter. “What just happened…? Fuck!” You laughed to yourself removing a hand from the cold counter to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “I’d better clean up this blood, it looks like Niffty’s tortured someone in here…”

All instalments:

[plounce]

made this chart because i think the role/class assignments are such fun pieces of characterization for story NPCs! information pulled from here.

footnotes under the cut:

many NPCs have fancy titles instead of job names - for example, ysayle is referred to as "oracle of ice", and pre-edw alphinaud is an "academician". the jobs i marked them as are pulled from the icons of their classes + the movesets they use.

i didn't include the nameless fill-in NPCs like "temple chirurgeon" or "scion lancer". i am aware that the ARR duty support npcs have dialogue and mini-arcs, but that isn't relevant to my interest in making this chart. and sorry to j'moldva and any fans she has, but she also does not meet the threshold of character significance to be included in the chart.

thancred, urianger, and alphinaud can only dps in specific duty support instances: thancred in the antitower (if he tanks, this is the only time he can GLD - without a shield equipped! uh oh), alphinaud during hvw & stb, and urianger in the mothercrystal (if the player heals, alphinaud is your other healer). y'shtola will only heal in the burn and edw patch dungeons (funny, since her introductory epithet is "cultured conjurer"). all of these can only be used in duty support and not in trust, so they are on the cusps of their overlaps, not properly in them, as i feel this more accurately reflects their actual roles.

alphinaud functions as a scholar with his special massive carby. urianger also pulls out an even bigger carby to somehow be a summoner ("lithomancer") who can use bahamut and phoenix, but not the other three egis! due to his involvement in the bahamut coils raids?

there are no pure healers, outside of the fill-in NPCs!

DPS is a girl job, tanking is a boy job, and healer is equality. ysayle and venat are the only women who can tank, and both use a sword & shield, which makes me want to eat drywall, also i'm also kissing them both on the mouth.

apparently samurais can tank (🔄Third Eye🔄) and apparently gladiators are DPS.

g'raha is notable outside of being an all-rounder in that all of his jobs are, well, jobs. the majority of characters use class icons, while he gets to be full-fledged versions of all of these things. something something soul crystals / the crystal tower / the exarch / etc etc. frankly i'm a little fuzzy on soul crystal lore. i just think this is an interesting distinction.

if you're interested in this kind of stuff, @trustinsighters is a great resource for character dialogue, actions, and many more interesting details in the characters' programming in duty support and trust dungeons! they have great infographics and videos, including localization differences. one of my favorite accounts. their twitter has charts for every trust dungeon from shb onwards, and high-res versions are available on their kofi!

now look at my wol's adorable starlight RDM fit. isn't she so cute. she's my angel. i think about her lore and i weep. her heart is so Good. tomte peregrin on maduin ♥

that is all.

[vgilantee]

chad x ethan x reader threesome is a need

*cracks knuckles* alright, time to talk more about my favourite relationship (this is going to be established relationship, because we've done a good few get together smut suggestions) Also this is post college and an au where eth wasn't ghostface!

Title: double the relaxation

a/n: my original intention was to fall straight into smut. Then we ended up with plot. It got a little sloppy (no pun intended) toward the end because it got late and i got tired 

word count: 3.1k (oop)

warnings: smut, obviously. m/m/f threesome. Oral (f receiving). Double penetration in vagina. No protection (wrap before you tap kiddos). also the reader doesn't pee after sex (afab people please pee after raw sex, you don't want thrush)

Work was exhausting and you knew, walking through the door, that both your boys were home already. you were later home than usual, and they were no doubt going to smother you with questions about why, and you didn't think you would be prepared for that. You were used to being tired after work, but after dealing with several too many difficult people you were tapped out.

As you dropped your keys into the bowl by the door, you could hear someone moving around in the kitchen preparing food, and the TV playing the droll of news from the living room. Maybe you could sneak into the bedroom so you could change out of your work clothes before either of them saw you, let you get rid of the day before facing more people. You loved Chad and Ethan, they could read you like a book, but sometimes you just needed a moment where you could pull on one of their shirts and sit in the dark of the bedroom to recollect your brain.

You managed to sneak past the kitchen and had just escaped past the the living room when ethan's curls spun and he turned to face you

"Oh hey, you're home late." he quickly stood from the sofa and rounded it toward you. "You okay?" Your tiredness was apparently written all over your face, as he had barely stopped in front of you before asking. He took a step closer, offering out his hand, and you all but collapsed into Ethan’s chest. 

“Work sucked. People suck.” You mumbled into his chest, eagerly taking in the warmth of him as he wrapped his arms around you. You could feel him nod against your head as he pressed a kiss into your crown. Ethan pulled away gentle, hands resting on your waist as you looked up at him with tired eyes. 

“Go get changed, okay? I’ll meet you in there.” You hummed, nodding, before continuing your way toward the bedroom. The kitchen smelt like a low-energy dinner: a frozen pizza or dino nuggets. But you were more than happy for that, the carby dinner to drown your exhaustion in. 

You had only just pulled Ethan’s shirt on, foregoing putting on shorts, when you heard the light tapping on the doorframe of Ethan in the bedroom doorway. Your hair was pulled out of its work updo and was messily falling down to your shoulders, makeup not yet removed. Even looking so tired and done with the day, Ethan couldn’t help letting out a soft sigh.

“Feeling better?” He walked toward you, once again offering you a hand. But instead of letting you fall into a hug, he lead you toward the attached bathroom to help wash off your makeup. The water was warm, and you sighed against Ethan’s hand. “How ‘bout now, pretty girl?” You looked up with a contented smile, looking a little less tired now that the final remnants of your workday were gone and Ethan’s hands had soothed over your skin. 

As soon as the washcloth was placed in the sink, you brought your hands up to Ethan’s cheeks and pulled him forward, pressing his lips against yours in a relieved kiss. You felt him smile against your mouth, hands slipping around your waist and pulling your hips into his. One of your hands moved from his cheek to the back of his neck, wanting nothing more than to wrap your fingers into the curls on the nape of his neck. You pulled away to take a breath and let his forehead rest against yours.

“Much better now.” Your breath tickled his lips as you spoke, and he let out a soft laugh.

“You’re gonna make Chad jealous.” His voice was full of humour, knowing Chad would never really be jealous watching the two of you together. You shifted your head and Ethan moved his, thinking you were going to reconnect the kiss. But instead you swerved, pressing your lips along his jaw and down his neck softly, pulling the smallest whimpered breath from throat. 

“Good.” You whispered against his neck, and in response, Ethan slid his hands under your thighs to prompt you to jump. After wrapping your legs around his waist, you expected Ethan to place you on the bathroom counter but instead, he took a step back and carried you back into the bedroom, gently lowering you onto the mattress. 

You rolled your hips up into Ethan as he lay you back, laying on top of you between your thighs. You were tired from your day sure, but with Ethan on top of you, hand under your jaw guiding your mouth back to his, any exhaustion was quickly replaced with need. 

Sitting back on his thighs, Ethan let you run your hands up his stomach to his chest, pushing up his shirt as your fingers danced over his skin. He happily obliged, tossing the unnecessary garment onto the floor beside the bed. He was quick to move back down, not wanting to be apart from the kiss for longer than he had to, and as your nails gently dragged down his chest, the sound of a clearing throat came from the doorway. 

“Here I am, slaving away in the kitchen, and you two are in here having fun without me.” Your head fell back with a laugh before looking over at Chad in the doorway, Ethan kissing his way down to the base of your throat before dragging his tongue along the skin and across your jaw as you opened your mouth to reply to Chad, the feeling of his tongue leaving you gasping. He eased his assault on your skin enough to let you talk.

“Wasn’t the plan.” You hummed as Ethan rolled his hips. “Besides, frozen pizza isn’t slaving, babe.” He rolled his eyes, and as if he could see Chad’s movement, Ethan bit down on your neck. You gasped and your hips bucked into him. “I appreciate it though.” Your reply was whined out. 

As Chad began to make his way toward the bed, Ethan moved away from you again, and you chased after him wanting to feel his mouth on your skin. But he pinched your sides, causing you to squirm, then pulled your shirt over your head. As soon as your chest was bare, Ethan moved his mission to mark your skin down to your chest, gently biting the crest of your tits and leaving wet kisses in the valley between them. 

You felt the bed dip behind you and, without lifting his mouth from the crook of your neck, Ethan pulled you up to sit, allowing Chad to easily slot himself behind you. Ethan let Chad drag you both toward him, letting you sit on his lap while Chad’s legs stretched out underneath you and brushed against Ethan. 

It was one of your favourite positions to be: sat on Chad with your legs wrapped around Ethan, one hand on Ethan’s shoulder while the other reached behind you to hold onto the back of Chad’s neck. Their hands alternating between holding onto you and reaching for each other, Ethan kissing you while Chad makes your neck and shoulders, sometimes their mouths leaving you altogether to kiss each other. 

As Ethan takes your right nipple in his mouth, your head falls back into Chad’s shoulder, exposing your throat and the hickeys Ethan had left you. Your hips rolled, grinding back against Chad before pressing down on Ethan causing both men to let out a low moan. 

“Ethan.” His name comes out in a breathy moan and you feel his teeth gently tug on the bud before pulling away with a pop. You whine as he leans away completely, but it quickly breaks as he moves to your left. 

You feel Chad’s mouth drag up your shoulder to your ear, letting out a relieved sound as he pulls your earlobe into his mouth. 

“Didi you have a rough day, baby?” You hummed out an agreement, the only reply you could make with Chad’s husky voice in your ear and Ethan’s mouth on your tit. “Okay, just relax. We’ll take care of you.” Ethan’s tongue runs along your abused nipple before sitting up to look down at you. 

“You don’t have to do any work, okay. We’ve got you.” Ethan mutters against your cheek before letting Chad guide your mouth toward his with a grip on your jaw. 

You let out a moan as your mouth meets Chad’s for the first time that evening, and the noise gets sharper as a hand - you aren’t entirely sure who’s but you think it’s Chad’s - slides down between you and Ethan and begins to rub lazy circles on your clit. You’re desperate for more, so your hips roll unconsciously, and Chad begins to rut against you. 

“More. Please.” You plead against Chad’s mouth and you feel him chuckle. Ethan gently unwraps your legs from around his waist, your arms following suit, and your eyes fly open, about to fight to get him to stay, only to see him begin  to wriggle out of his sweatpants. 

Chad breaks the kiss, peppering kisses along your shoulder while looking up at Ethan, his fingers never stopping their rubbing of your clothed clit. 

“Look how pretty he is, chest all flushed just from sucking on your tits while you grind on his cock.” You whine, rutting against Chad’s hand as Ethan teasingly palms his cock just too far away from you to touch. 

Suddenly, Chad’s fingers pull away only to dip into your underwear, collecting some of your leaking slick before retuning to his motions against your clit. With his hand no longer on top of the fabric, Ethan begins to pull your underwear down, kissing your legs above the waistband until he finally leaves you naked. As you stared down at Ethan, you felt more than heard Chad groan against your skin as Ethan’s fingers grazed over his cock while he removed your underwear. 

“Gonna take care of you, gorgeous.” Ethan mutters more to himself than you before he leans forward, laying on his stomach and his breath hitting your cunt. You let out a cry, pleading for more as his mouth is so close. 

“Such a tease.” Chad’s voice rumbles against your shoulder and Ethan looks up at him, giving his thigh a pinch. “Only because it makes her wetter.” Ethan doesn’t give you a chance to reply with a snarky comment as his tongue licks a broad stroke across your entire pussy, collecting slick on his tongue with a groan. “So good.” 

Then the pair of them get to work, Chad’s fingers rubbing circles over your clit and Ethan’s tongue swiping over your leaking cunt, occasionally pushing the muscle into you as you grind against his face. You gasp and moan, the sounds echoing around the bedroom as the knot in your stomach tightens. 

“Please.” You aren’t sure what you’re begging for, but the men who are conducting their wonderful assault on your cunt do, and they work in sync to leave your hips rutting and your head rolled back with a loud moan, cumming against Ethan’s mouth. He slows his lapping, drinking up your release while working with Chad to help you down from your high. You pant heavily, revelling in the feeling of their kisses on your sweaty skin. 

“More.” You are barely back from your orgasm, but you need them. 

“Greedy little thing.” Ethan mutters against your thigh, but he sits up, wet stain of precum darkening the front of his boxers. Chad gently passes you over to him, letting you fall against his chest and you eagerly accept the messy kisses Ethan leaves against your mouth. 

Behind you, Chad stands, getting off the bed to easily strip off his clothing before he takes you back from Ethan, his now freed cock resting flat between your folds as you back meets his chest. 

Ethan sits back, happy to watch, and you lean forward to rest your hands on Chad’s knees, grinding against his cock for delicious friction. Every now and again, the tip of his cock would catch on your hole or bump against your clit, and the feeling would have your head drop forward,  eyes squeezing shut. Chad’s hands sat on your hips, letting you control the speed but occasionally pulling you down against him a little harder, and Ethan gently grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to look at him as you desperately ground against Chad. 

“Do you want him inside you?” You gasped, nodding as best you could with Ethan’s hand still on your throat. He looked behind you, meeting Chad’s flushed gaze. “You heard her, pretty girl wants you inside her.” 

Chad quickly took control, stopping your hips to raise you enough for Ethan to reach down and take his cock, lining Chad up so he could easily pull you down. Ever the tease, Ethan gave Chad’s cock slow strokes, thumb running over his slit to cause the man beneath you to growl out a moan. Before finally, Ethan moved his tip so it gently pressed inside of you, and in swift motion, Chad pulled you down, bottoming out inside of you. 

A moan broke from your throat as your pelvis dropped down against Chad, his cock hitting deep inside of you. With Chad’s help, you rode him, pulling so he was almost all the way out before dropping back down. You fell back against his chest, unable to hold yourself up, and Chad leaned back to rest against the bedhead, leaving Ethan with the perfect view of Chad’s cock thrusting in and out of you, the occasional leak of slick falling onto the bed. 

“You look so good, taking me so well. God nice and tight around me.” Chad muttered nonsense against the side of your neck, nipping and kissing at the skin. 

“Think you can take more?” It wasn’t the first time you had taken Chad and Ethan at the same time, but you usually needed more prep. But Ethan could see how wet you were, was watching you leaking a consistent stream. And he wanted nothing more than to join Chad inside of you. 

“Yes, please. Eth, I need you. Please. Inside me.” You were babbling, begging for Ethan, all while Chad’s place never slowed or faltered. 

You heard rather than saw Ethan take off his underwear and shuffle closer to you and Chad, kneeling between both pairs of thighs. He dragged the tip of his cock along where you and Chad met, and all three of you let out a hiss. Ethan replaced the tip of his cock with a finger, gently pushing it inside of you on top of Chad’s cock, and you let out a cry at the feeling of his finger curling up, rubbing against your g-spot while Chad fucked up into you. 

Both at an agonising pace and all to quickly, Ethan moved his finger at the same time as Chad’s cock before adding a second, then a third, scissoring his fingers inside of you to stretch you out. With his fingers running along Chad’s cock, Chad would occasionally let out a groan against you skin, a sound that turned into a choked moan as Ethan’s other hand began to gently play with his balls. 

You and Chad were both panting, heads falling back as Ethan worked you even further open. You let out a pained whine when Ethan pulled his fingers out of you, feeling a little emptier now that the stretch had diminished. But your patience was quickly rewarded as Ethan leaned down over you and captured your bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Chad,” Ethan whispered, “stop a sec.” You sobbed out in complaint when Chad came to a halt inside of you. 

Carefully, Ethan began to push his way inside of you. You let out a high-pitched moan at the painful stretch, and Ethan and Chad hummed out their own low sounds as their cocks dragged against each other inside of you. Finally, when Ethan bottomed out inside of you, he paused.

For a moment, the three of you lay there, you wedged between Ethan and Chad with their cocks both buried inside of your pussy. Your head fell back against Chad’s shoulder, so overwhelmed, and your eyes watered. They both peppered small kisses on your neck, your shoulders, you jaw, everything to keep you present as your thighs shook, one pulled over Ethan’s waist. 

“Doing so good, taking us so well.” Your fogged mind wasn’t too sure who was praising you, their voices blending together as they praised and complimented your ability to take them both, I love you’s kissed against your skin.

“Please, move.” They could barely hear your tiny, desperate voice, and Ethan would have missed it if his ear wasn’t right by your mouth, but he looked over your shoulder to Chad and nodded. 

Chad was the first to move, carefully pulling out of you then, as he began his move back in, Ethan pulled out. Gradually they got faster, setting a rhythm that never left you empty and had you shuddering against them, sobbing and moaning as they fucked you. 

Even if you weren’t still worked up from the orgasm that had built from Chad alone, you knew with the both of them you wouldn’t last very long. Far quicker than you had expected, the tightness returned, ten times stronger than when it was Ethan’s mouth and Chad’s hand against you. You could barely stutter out,

“C-close.” before your whole body shuddered, a cry ripping from your throat as tears rolled down your cheeks and you came hard around them. 

Chad was close behind you, in a similar situation that his orgasm was building when he was alone inside of your cunt. You felt every vein and twitch as he pressed so tightly against the inside of you and you felt the rumble of his chest as he moaned, cumming inside of you. Ethan’s head fell forward into your shoulder, and your hand lazily came up to his hair, giving his curls a tug. You groaned as Chad pulled out of you completely, and Ethan whimpered in your ear (you didn’t know, so foggy and unable to see that far down, but Chad had reached around and was gently running his fingers over Ethan’s asshole after collecting some of the mess that had leaked out of you) until finally he came, biting down on your shoulder as his cum mixed with Chad’s inside of  you, leaking onto the bed as he pulled out. 

Ethan rolled to the side, not wanting to crush you between their bodies with the post-orgasm deadweight, and pulled you onto your side, your arm reaching over his chest. Finally, Chad readjusted himself so the three of you curled up comfortably on top of the sheets, half-asleep and deciding to worry about the mess later. 

this wasn't meant to happen lmao. anyway it's nearly 12:30am and i need to go to sleep asdflkajsdf. this will be added to the scream masterlist!

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Epel Felmier when he was first told he couldn't have his delicious home country recipes like buttered mashed potatoes and gravy with butter biscuits and ham and dumplings and seasoned veggie stir fry with bacon beans (i personally headcanon that he ate deep southern comfort food with lots of carbs and dairy stuff like cheeses and creams in the recipe and cold weather livestock mostly cause i think it fits the vibe and area plus i can absolutely understand being mad if i couldn't have a delicious carby gordita made from fried masa dough and stuffed with seasoned carnitas and cheese and beans. Like i love you Vil and Rook and i love the Pomefiore fam but i will cry if they took my delicious home comfort foods even if they're unhealthy ;_;)

Not gonna lie, I worry about Epel and the other Pompom boys.

They're all at the age where they need those extra calories and protein, have you seen just how much teen boys can eat? Those guys are gonna end up with stunted growth with those strict diets, I bet even Rook sneaks in extra protein for those muscles he keeps hidden.

[fisherrprince]

Alphinaud and his pet guns. ..

I do think he has a whole thing prepared about not anthropomorphizing magic familiars, unless specifically enchanted to do so they do not have the same feelings we do and thus cannot want or be sad come on now otherwise the very concept of summoning carbuncles into the world would be cruel in many ways but he does pet moonstone and call it a good boy. nerd. Alas the human tendency to apply conscious awareness to things that are merely sentient at best. carby is doing a good job because he cares for me that’s true and real

[asleepinawell]

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a baby!!!!!!

[squiddosss]

salutations fellow human being! if you are taking requests, may i suggest the aouv crew (there needs to be a better nickname for them) as children? idk just an idea

p.s. this is also a reminder that al had a bowl cut when he was 6-7 years old :) do what you will with that info :)))

I AM ALIVE! [insert 20 exclamation points here] ok but seriously sorry for dipping off the face of the planet :(

here’s the line up! i kinda forgot everyone’s exact ages. i’m going to go ahead and say the characters are in 3rd-5th grade right now. also isn’t elionor one of the oldest champions?? uhhh idk

additional headcanons:

we all know Reid is a huge nerd. he probably leaned into the nerdy-ness a lot as a kid. this kid wore starwars shirts every day. also glasses, (i believe this is canon)

Isobel was actually rather quiet as a kid. she preferred books over people, and liked talking to adults more than kids her age. she was still exceptionally clever and motivated, but she didn’t really learn how to be sharp-tongued and ambitious until she befriended Briony. she owes her people skills that got her through the months before the tournament and all the reporters to her best friend. 

Briony basically coerced Isobel into joining a thing called spell scouts. think like boy scouts or girl scouts or any other youth program but for a magickal world. things like nature and survival skills were taught, but also the basics of spellcrafting and ethics of spell using. (just imagine them in their little uniforms)

Finley was pretty athletic and played a few sports, but didn’t fancy working with a whole team. he attempted junior league soccer (wait… football??? i am american help) but found that he preferred scoring points for his team rather than with his team. he did summer swim at first and running, but wouldn’t discover fencing until he was older (i believe he is the team captain in high school) oh, he also totally did summer theater camps. 

Alistair TOTALLY had a bowl cut. unfortunately, he has curly hair. Marianne Lowe thought his curly hair (which he inherited from his father, whoever that could be) was unbecoming for an eventual Lowe champion, so Alistair’s mother would have to magickally get it to stay straight every day. this is part of why Al lacks freckles— whenever Al went outside, humidity would turn it back into a curly mess. so, under Marianne’s instructions, he just never went outside. he later stopped straightening his hair (and outgrew the bowl cut thank god) but the habit of staying indoors stayed with him. 

Elionor experimented with dying the ends of her hair when she was younger. the blues and pinks never really showed through because her hair was brown, but she liked it, so that’s all that really mattered. she also wrote fanfiction and posted it to online forums despite technically not being old enough to use them.

after losing their father and having their mother leave them, it was hard for Briony and Innes to feel noticed within the large Thorburn family. they went about trying to feel accepted in different ways. Briony, obviously, was loud and learned to announce her presence to feel heard. Innes preferred a more subtle approach, learning a particular relative’s interests and schedules to find a way to slowly do little things to win them over. stuff like doing their chores or completing their hair. 

Carby was like… basically a baby at this point. so… [insert toddler personality trait here]

Diya definitely did extracurriculars at school. she won the spell fair (like the science fair but… y’know… spells) three years in a row and was a member of the book club that included a tournament with other schools at the end of the school year (which she won, duh) she was pretty competitive with it, too. 

Gavin… thinking about his childhood makes me so not ok. he realized pretty early on he was basically a sacrifice to a tournament his family would never win. Gavin knew about the tournament, and realized he would be the champion, and had always seen how distant his parents were, but didn’t realize what that really meant until a bit later. 

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