#hoo boi they give me so many ideas—

[zu-is-here]

I'm with you in the dark ✧ Happy birthday, Ari!

Axel by @ari-cuno

Aim by me <3

all thanks to @shinechermont for organizing it! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)☆

[sunnitheapollokid]

🦕💒 ┊ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!

↳ hoo boys x reader ; married life headcanons!

characters in this thread : percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace, frank zhang. ೃ࿔₊•

☀️ sunni’s notes : HEEEEYYY!! GUUUUYSS!! okay, so with my literal requests piling on top w/ one another i dunno why i’m doing this BUT IVE BEEN HAVING THIS HEADCANONS IDEA FOR FAR TOO LONG i need it neow. and i shall be providing <3 so! how would it be to be married to one of the hoo boys? (can yall tell who my actual hubby is) happy reading!! luv ya!! 💝💝

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ੈ♡˳

୨୧ percy jackson bf material? WHAT ABOUT HUSBAND MATERIAL?

୨୧ actually the clingiest hubby ever.

୨୧ it’s probably because of the quests he’s had to endure and go through his whole teenage life..

୨୧ but whenever he’s around, he can’t keep his hands to himself.

୨୧ his hands are either on your waist, interwined with yours, on your arm.

୨୧ “baby, i need to turn the blender on.”

୨୧ “you can still hold my hand while you do that.”

୨୧ probably scared he’ll lose you, now that he has you.

୨୧ the way percy proposed was very intimate and so sweet.

୨୧ you two were babysitting estelle, percy watching you play with her hair and style it.

୨୧ and when you two left the jackson apartment,

୨୧ “i wanna marry you, (name).”

୨୧ ALSO THE WEDDING WAS AMAZING AND SOOO BEAUTIFUL??

୨୧ of course he was crying.

୨୧ this man was bawling.

୨୧ HE WAS CRYING OCEANS.

୨୧ (har har get it!!)

୨୧ he kept telling you how beautiful you looked <3

୨୧ AND HOW LUCKY HE WAS?!? JSBSHBSBS maybe i’ll go insane.

୨୧ will be pretty busy with work / school, but he’ll manage to give you his time through beach trips and dinner dates.

୨୧ you two were actually the first to get married in the friend group.

୨୧ or actually— all of camp.

୨୧ “give it up for mr. and mrs. jackson!”

୨୧ he’ll make you something special in the morning and pack you something in your lunch bag for work.

୨୧ it’s a very much, lovely dovey married life!

୨୧ like this man,, CANTTT get enough of you.

୨୧ MORNINGS ARE THE BEEEST!!

୨୧ besides the baked goods, he always likes to pepper you with kisses and tight hugs.

୨୧ “percy! tight!”

୨୧ “just one more second.”

୨୧ “okay i lied. five more seconds.”

୨୧ loves head rubs,

୨୧ PLEASE GIVE THIS MAN HEAD RUBS.

୨୧ will not waste a second to go and take care of you on shark week or if you’re sick.

୨୧ long drives are the best with him!

୨୧ he’ll never make you drive, and he definitely does that lil stunt over the hood just to open your door.

୨୧ there were moments where a thought of—

୨୧ “he’d be an amazing dad.”

୨୧ would cross your mind.

୨୧ but for now, all that mattered, was your clingy son of poseidon husband and his need for head rubs.

𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 ੈ♡˳

୨୧ IF THERE IS HUSBAND MATERIAL,, there is LEO VALDEZ!!

୨୧ a kissing machine.

୨୧ he was already a crazy pda guy before the marriage,

୨୧ but HE WAS WHIPPED FOR YOU??

୨୧ stealing kisses left ‘nd right like a hermes kid.

୨୧ “okay, gotta go—“

୨୧ smooch!

୨୧ “okay bye le—“

୨୧ smooch!

୨୧ “LEO!—“

୨୧ smooch!

୨୧ makes you so many cute gifts,,

୨�� mechanical flowers, even just fixing your car for you!!

୨୧ love languages words of affirmation and acts of service go crazy?!?

୨୧ the way leo proposed was very him.

୨୧ but it was so sudden and funny, it was hard not to talk about it and just laugh.

୨୧ you guys went out to the amusement park for leo’s birthday,

୨୧ and he insisted, on going on the rollercoaster.

୨୧ and before the big drop, your hand gripping his,

୨୧ “(NAME) WILL YOU MARRY ME?!?”

୨୧ “WHA— AHHHH!”

୨୧ the day of your wedding, i’m just gonna put this here…

୨୧ THIS!! READ ZURI’S FIC!! THIS IS EXACTLY HOW IT WENT!!

୨୧ he still gasped during the ceremony as if he hadn’t seen you already.

୨୧ ALSO. this man is actually ‘dancing infront of the refrigerator light’ but instead of the refrigerator light—

୨୧ it’s his work space’s light lamp.

୨୧ he’s seen you naked multiple times right?

୨୧ it’s just the married life way!

୨୧ BUT.

୨୧ whenever you walk out of the bathroom to hurry and grab something, he’s on the bed,

୨୧ he darts his eyes towards you from the tv screen and he whistles and goes,

୨୧ “HOT MAMA IS THAT MY WIFE?”

୨୧ you throw sock piles at him.

୨୧ your house that the two of you share is always echoing with music.

୨୧ it could be the spanish music he grew up with, the music you might’ve grown up with, maybe new songs you both truly love.

୨୧ dates among the two of you are usually at home.

୨୧ sometimes just like game nights of movie nights, and you guys cuddle together like any normal night.

୨୧ you two are very competitive in uno.

୨୧ oh! and smash bros <3

୨୧ but sometimes, something chill like stardew valley or animal crossing keeps you both awake late on a saturday night.

୨୧ “hi mrs. valdez, chicken picotta tonight or pep pizza?”

୨୧ amazing fucking chef.

୨୧ I WILL NEVER SHUT UP HOW MUCH OF A COOK THIS GUY IS!!

୨୧ he cooks, and cleans, only for you, obviously.

୨୧ “hey! kiss the chef, (nickname)! look at the apron!”

୨୧ just two married demi-gods, one son of hephaestus that adores his smoking hot wife.

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ੈ♡˳

୨୧ the calmest lil hubby ever.

୨୧ he will always find a way to cheer you up, or make you feel better if you ever feel really bad.

୨୧ when you’re prone to anxiety / panic attacks, he is the perfect person to call for.

୨୧ ALSO AN AMAZING SLEEPING BUDDY??

୨୧ he loves to wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his nose in your shoulder while you two nap.

୨୧ but! he’s a sleeping-in kinda guy.

୨୧ a GREAT baker.

୨୧ he’ll make you anything you want,

୨୧ cinnamon rolls? done.

୨୧ chocolate muffins? already making ‘em.

୨୧ macarons? you got it.

୨୧ “honey, i’m really craving cupcakes right now.”

୨୧ “got it. i need payment though.”

୨୧ he’d never asked for payment, so you raise a brow.

୨୧ he then leans over his cheek to you, and you giggle.

୨୧ the way he proposed was very creative, and very romantic.

୨୧ it was during a library date,

୨୧ BECAUSE I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT ALL JASON GRACE GIRLIES ARE READERS!!

୨୧ he peeked at the book you were reading, a giggle escaping his lips.

୨୧ it was a wedding scene, and you were bawling.

୨୧ “hey, hey,” he wiped your tears.

୨୧ “what will make you feel better? maybe we should recreate it?” and he pulled the ring out of his pocket.

୨୧ it was a beautiful night for the two of you.

୨୧ the wedding was more private, with only your friends and a few family.

୨୧ his wardrobe consists of lots of button ups.

୨୧ he likes to style you too, you can’t deny, he’s got really nice style.

୨୧ when he works at home, he likes to put you on his lap while he does.

୨୧ “(name), love, try this top with that white skirt i got you.”

୨୧ KRAAAHHH IM KICKING MY FEET

୨୧ there was also this tiktok i saw, of a woman cutting her husband’s hair.

୨୧ AND THE HAND PLACEMENT?!? ITS SO JASON GRACE I AM DECEASED.

୨୧ I CANT FIND IT BUT—

୨୧ when you cut his hair, since, the barber is very expensy!

୨୧ he’ll pull you closer with his hands laced around your hips.

୨୧ if you’re a reader, (which you probably are dont play with me)

୨୧ he will heavily support that hobby of yours.

୨୧ he’ll spoil you like crazy with books.

୨୧ he’ll read to you before bed sometimes, and it’s the most comforting thing ever.

୨୧ or sometimes he’ll just lay his head on your chest and read along with you.

୨୧ well you know! just a son of jupiter and his book-reading, sweet of a wife.

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 ੈ♡˳

୨୧ SUUUCH HUSBAND MATERIAL.

୨୧ frank zhang is the type to have your photo in his wallet.

୨୧ he will spoil you ROTTEN with your food cravings.

୨୧ and he’s the best person to have on shark week.

୨୧ he will not hesitate to buy his wife her cravings, her needs, and give her all the bear hugs she wants.

୨୧ likes to watch the sunset on your apartment’s balcony with you,

୨୧ his coffee in his hand (with tons of cream), and his other hand on yours.

୨୧ he really couldn’t ask for anything better.

୨୧ the way frank proposed was pretty extravagant, but so romantic and sweet.

୨୧ he asked you to a candlelight dinner date.

୨୧ it was very beautiful, and after finishing up, he popped the question.

୨୧ only to find out everyone in that resturant were your friends disguised.

୨୧ likes to go on your salon days with you!!

୨୧ he’ll get a pedicure with you, and he’ll admire the new nails you got.

୨୧ of course he’ll pay.

୨୧ frank was mostly quiet and collected at home, so stay at home dates were a major part of the relationship.

୨୧ he’d let the world burn for you?

୨୧ 100%.

୨୧ your guys’ apartment is so cozy, all your friends like to crash and just chill out there.

୨୧ (IM SORRY I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO WRITE FOR MY BOY I HAVENT GOTTEN TO HIM YET)

୨୧ and there they are!! the son of mars, and his beautiful collected wife.

‧₊˚✩彡. tags! @lavisenri @love-xoxojules @starrynightmovietheatre @canonfeminine @maybxlle @oceanlover3 @lara20aral @chocolatemilkfan @urmomabby @kozumesphone @puffoz @taytaylvr

[wriothesleybear]

I love wrio with all my heart and I’ve been seeing so many baby videos on my fyp it made me think about wrio having baby fever 😣 he sees you doting on Sigewinne or something and his brain instantly starts to think about how good of a mama you would be to his babies 🥺

omg i love this anon🤭 wrio for sure has a breeding kink and he does think from time to time about you carrying his pups. he knows you'd be a great mother especially by how you take care of Sigewinnie and kids in general. ahh just imagine you're bonding with Sigewinnie and playing with stickers in Wrio's office while having a tea party with the three of you and Wrio just watches from the sidelines, enjoying the scene. he dreams about you and him having a child of your own, having tea parties, talking about stickers, etc. you two have talked about having a family before but held off because you two didn't think it was the right time plus Wrio has some personal issues and worries. he'd be worried he wouldn't be a good dad and deep inside, he still is a bit traumatized from being an orphan and the orphanage he had to grow up in. due to that, you don't really like to bring it up unless he does because you don't want to upset him. so when he actually brings up the idea of being ready to start a family, you're a bit surprised, double checking that he was sure of his decision. he would answer by holding both of your hands while looking deep in your eyes, a soft smile adorning his face, cheeks slightly red, saying yes. you would return his smile, leaning up to give him a sweet kiss on the lips.

man, would he be a doting partner during your pregnancy. he's already protective enough but it doubles once you two find out you're pregnant. he doesn't really like to keep you out of his sights but he knows he can't always be with you given his busy work schedule so he usually asks Sigewinnie, Neuvillette, Clorinde, people he trusts to watch you if he cant. he'd also get his employees to make trips for you, getting you food when you have specific cravings, anything you need, he'll have them get it for you so you can relax. you'd probably get annoyed of him due to your hormones because he teases you and is sarcastic most of the time with you, but he'll try to hold it back a bit no promise tho.

he would say he'd be fine with either a boy or a girl (but secretly he'd really want a girl because he looks like a 'daddy's girl' dad who'd spoil his daughter especially since he has experience with Sigewinnie being his nonbiological daughter)

now lets get to the spiciness😈 hoo boy is this man horny. after you two started trying for a baby, he'd take you every second he can. you would be spending a lot of time in his office. after he fills you up, you'd stay in his lap, keeping his cock inside you to make sure his seed takes while he does some paper work. once youre finally pregnant, he still pounces on you because you just look so sexy to him, with your beautiful, round belly and your pretty, plump tits. he'd give you massages often just to pamper you and help relieve the stress and pressure of carrying his child but its also sorta an excuse to grope your body. he cant help himself🥺 but its okay cuz you want his touch too. when you go to him, cutely asking him to fuck you cuz your hormones are going out of wack, how could he say no to his pretty little baby mama.

here's a little drabble~ warning smut below😉

You moan as Wrio sucks on your sensitive nipples, grinding against you as his cock fills you up. You come for the nth time that night. He chuckles. "Someone's extra sensitive tonight. Does my mouth and cock just feel that good to you?" You pout and glare at him. "Wrio, stop teasing." He laughs. "I cant help it when you look so cute like that on my cock." He says as he gives you deep thrusts, causing you to tighten around him. He continues, picking up the pace to where hes pounding into you, edging you closer to your next orgasm. He rubs circles on your clit, adding pressure. You scream as you squirt around his cock, covering his abs and thighs in your juices. Once you come down from your high, he pulls out and lays you on your side. He lays himself behind you as he wraps his arms around you. Holding you close, he gently rubs your belly while leaving kisses on your shoulder. Putting your hands over his, you rub your thumb on the back of his hand. He snuggles into you, nuzzling into your neck. While trying to get into a more comfortable position, you lean back into him, accidentally grinding your ass against his cock, causing him to hiss. "Are you tempting me on purpose?" "It was an accident you horny dog." He laughs while one of his hands on your belly moves down between your legs while he kisses and nibbles the sweet spot on your neck. You moan, getting excited again. "I see that I'm not the only one who's horny," he teases as he feels the wetness forming between your legs. "Just put your cock in already Wrio." "As you wish." Removing his hand, he uses it to hold your leg up then slowly guides his cock into you. The fullness of his warm, thick cock feels nice in your sensitive cunt, making you want to cum again already. "We'll go as long as you want. I'll make you cum as many times as you want my dear." What a doting lover.

i hope this feeds you anon. enjoy🥰❤️

[universalmofo]

okay i finished heroes of olympus a couple days ago and here are some of my thoughts :

-nico should’ve been a part of the seven. he was essential to the success of the quest in numerous capacities and one of the big three’s kids. it made NO sense to me that he wasn’t one of the seven. (on that note, i think it did make sense that thalia wasn’t one of the seven. she has been with the hunters for some time and she was presumed a tree for like a long time.)

-grover could’ve very very easily taken coach hedges part in hoo. grover was already out looking for percy, so if he was already looking for percy and if annabeth found out that a “clue” to where percy was, was at the wilderness school grover would’ve jumped at the opportunity to go and try and figure out what was going on at the school by acting as a student again. he would’ve been back at camp by the end of the lost hero and he would have, what, 6 (?) months to go spread a warning to the wilderness about gaia and get things in order before they took off on the argo ii. and he could’ve been trying to communicate with percy via empathy link the ENTIRE time he was doing other stuff.

-it was just lazy of rick to write out grover tbh. and even tyson who came all the way across the country for percy. only for them to have extremely limited amount of time spent together (which makes sense, but this would’ve been HUGE for percy).

-it has been stated over and over and over again that quests should only be taken on by three. this quest was the biggest task they had ever faced, with far too much at stake. therefore, the prophecy of the seven should’ve been a utter tragedy ( one could even say a modern greek tragedy ) where they all accepted that four of them would Not be finishing this quest alive. that they were all willing to give themselves up for the greater good.

which four should’ve lived, i think percy, nico, annabeth and leo. (this pickings are biased and based on the idea that nico should’ve been included in the seven prophecy, if nico is not included then frank or hazel could take his place, but also these choices are based on their importance to the quest and their strength/ability)

- there was no need for there to be so many couples in the group of seven. it caused a huge lack in my opinion of actual friendship development.

there was very little actual friendship development/ vibes even in the lost hero when piper and leo HAVE been friends for MONTHS??? also this continues to be an issue in the rest of the books where piper and jason literally leave leo out or there is a comment along the lines of “he knew to give them their space”.

rick constantly threw in comments about how hazel and piper had become closer, or piper and annabeth had become “best friends” while not actually showing that. same thing with the boys. the only example i can think of where there was some real development was that conversation leo and frank had when they were at the bottom of the ocean.

they never had moments of them all sitting and talking besides about strategy.

- and on THAT note piper and jason never should’ve started dating. it was forced. it just seemed like the thing they should do after hera forced these memories in pipers head. quite frankly, it was a huge missed opportunity for a storyline in which leo and piper had been dating and hera shoved jason in between those memories and leo piper and jason are all SUPER pissed about that, or a storyline about how jason and piper try to figure out if there’s something there the entirety of the lost hero but the reason it just doesn’t feel right to jason becomes more obvious to him as he slowly develops a crush on leo.

there were just a LOT more interesting ways to go about that trio and none of them happened which made that entire dynamic fall flat for me and i think a lot of people.

which makes sense why frank leo and hazel worked SO much better and were believably close and connected. (even if frank and hazel were mainly the audience being told they like one another and not shown)

-percy was slightly off throughout the books. i believe even rick admitted he had a hard time writing percy in these books since he hadn’t for a while.

-did we ever find out why leo and piper were totally fine out in the world even tho they were 15??? i don’t remember this being explained??

-i distinctly remember jason getting some memories back and remembering frank and hazel as his friends AND hazel or frank discussing jason as a friend in son but then in house of hades or maybe mark of athena or blood of olympus (i can’t remember), hazel thinks to herself that she was still not sure what to think of jason? like she couldn’t tell what was going on underneath the surface? as if they hadn’t been friends or ever met before the quest?

-nico and percy are friends at the end of the day. percy is on some level protective over nico and nico is connected to percy / cares about him even if he doesn’t have a crush on him. they have a very interesting dynamic but at the end of the day, if percy went missing for MONTHS, nico would’ve been looking for him. and he most definitely would’ve not just pretended to entirely not know him when he came to camp jupiter??? especially when percy asked if he knew nico. that was SO weird to me. i was expecting them to have a conversation, even if nico gave him very brief and vague info.

on that train of thought, percy WOULD NEVER doubt the idea of rescuing nico??? his fatal flaw is LOYALTY. no matter how pissed he was at nico he would never question if they should even save nico. even if NOT for nico, it was kinda established that percy felt like an older brother to hazel (even tho this dynamic was never again touched on or seen), which again, he is loyal to those he cares about so he would be willing to do it, if not for nico, then for sure for hazel.

-percy never says i love you or i love you back to annabeth until blood of olympus. which is CRAZY and sooo not percy in my opinion.

-why the hell were mark of athena and house of hades the hardest parts of the entire quest ??? fighting gaia should’ve taken up the the majority or better yet, the ENTIRETY of boo, similarly to the last olympian.

i think this came down to a poorly paced series. rick could’ve broken his formula in tlh and son and moved the stories along faster. have the annabeth reunion in son or make the books longer.

- leo and nico would’ve been an interesting dynamic and quite frankly, they could’ve been a very cute couple. both feel like they are always on the outskirts / like they don’t fit in, both have complicated and sad familial issues, both of their mothers died because of the gods in some regard, both have never had a stable home, both speak other languages, both don’t have any other family then their godly parents, both have constantly been running their whole lives and haven’t been able to make real connections and friends.

the fact that i could even come up with this many makes me even more mad cause my lord. what a missed opportunity.

-leo was the heart of the entire quest. he literally CARRIED for five books straight and he was paid DUST.

i hated his ending.

you’re telling me that he literally has spent a year, fighting alongside his friends, building a ship for them to be able to carry out this quest, living with them, caring about them, and then “sacrificing” himself and all that mattered to him was A GIRL??? his FIRST priority was calypso??? not even letting his friends know that he was ALIVE??

on that subject, why wouldn’t he tell them his entire plan? if he was gonna tell hazel and frank that he was going to die anyways?

-percy losing his heroes blessing or whatever it’s called?? 😐 it seems like rick just needed a reason to get rid of this? it honestly just made no sense.

- and last but very not least ( i can’t believe i almost forgot ) WHAT WAS RICK THINKING NOT HAVING PERCY OR ANNABETH’s POV’s in BOO????

i gotta be real y’all i did not know i had so many opinions/ issues with the books until i started doing this.

anyways, mark of athena and house of hades are by far the best books of this series and also the most gripping and well written. please remind me if i miss remembered something and am wrong.

[shuusagi]

Brahms NSFW headcanons

The biggest switch to ever switch (literally and figuratively)

He loves feeling small next to you, even if that's physically impossible. Call him pet names, coo at him, praise and treating him as if he was a fragile doll will do the trick. Pin his arms above his head and he will moan like a slut

Any sort of praise will have him wrapped around your fingers. Especially being called good boy. Call him a good boy during oral or while he's deep inside you and he'll be in a frenzy trying to get you to say it again and again

It's easy for him to get lost in the feeling and take control. His head dizzy with arousal, chasing his own release will leave you breathless, bruised and utterly satisfied. Will be mortified once he sees the marks he left, you will have to help him come down from a dom drop because of it. You love when he marks you.

Hes generally quiet during sex, after spending so many years secluded and in hiding. Give him some time and he will begin to make noise, small huffs, whiney moans and many. Many MANY pleases and thank yous

Moans so loud during oral, combine that with praise and he will come in his pants. Loves tasting you, just seeing you come undone for him on his tongue will get the biggest reactions from hi.

Hes a sub leaning switch, he just wants to be held and loved :`)

If he's particularly frustrated, like you having to leave for groceries or knowing you have to interact with a man. Hoo boy, expect a rather punishing fuck afterwords. Will hold you down and fuck you into oblivion. Growls, "your mine" will be said over and over. This is when he starts talking naughty.

It takes a bit for him to get used to the idea of dirty talk. If you do it, he'll be brighter than a beet. Will send him into sub space like no other. "I love the way your cock fills me up", "you look so pretty when you're like this", "fuck my cunt/ass, just like that." The last one will be a new word in his vocabulary.

His dirty talk though, Once he gets comfortable. Mostly broken sentences and mumbling but after teaching him some things he'll get into it. "You take me so well", "your *blank* belongs to me" "once I'm finished with you, you won't walk straight for a week". "Say my name" he'll growl. Will say these things with butterflies in his belly and a bright blush on his cheeks.

Will never and can never recieve or dish out derogatory words. He called you slut once and cried for 15 minutes afterwards, only cause you told him the meaning after sex.

Loves to utter sweet nothings. Broken 'love yous', compliments, pretty/handsome, stay.

Fuck him stupid. He loves when you ride him. Especially if you pin him down while doing so. The idea that you can tame someone so strong lights your belly on fire.

Have him lay on the bed, naked and splayed out for you. Circle the bed, run your hands through his fuzz, touch, kiss and lick wherever you want and he'll get so sensitive just looking at him will make him moan.

Tie 👏🏻 him 👏🏻 up. I don't even need to elaborate.

Play with his hair and pubes. Lightly tugging on it will elicit so many noises from him. Especially his treasure trail, his lower tummy is SENSITIVE

Slight mommy/daddy kink. Nothing too intense. Will fuck you into a puddle of mush if you call him daddy. Something just ignites in him. Once he's in sub space expect to be called mommy a lot.

Kisses are feverish and messy. Over time you can teach him to become better, but like sex he's clumsy and over-eager like a puppy

[yourlocaltreesimp]

dang that puppet idea you had and okami's bit gave me shivers! What do you think the chain's individual reactions would be?

These have admittedly been sitting here for a while…. Sorry! Based on this, and this. Hope you enjoy!

TW: mentions Kidnapping, hallucinations and malnourishment, murder, does this qualify as yandere? Putting it here just in case

Also i’m trying out a new format so yeah

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Time

At first he blames the shadow. It’s convenient. It’s easy. He knows that your kidnapping was logically not his fault. There was nothing he could’ve done. He kills without remorse until he finds you. The blood dripping from his blade is the last thing he’s aware of when he finally sees you. He’s more keenly aware of the gnawing guilt as he sees how badly you’ve been treated, clothes ragged and that apathetic thousand yard stare. His heart was ripped from him, leaving him to bleed out slowly, to wither away without you.

Twilight

I mean when I say that he goes feral. Just a smidge if we’re sticking with the not yandere Twi, but hoo boy if he is that is a feral man. He has no care for the bodies he leaves in his wake to finally get back to you and is beyond pissed to see that you’ve been not only harmed, but taunted with the image of you. But that rage falters when you don’t notice them and when you grow sorrowful… he can’t imagine what they’ve done to you so that your very mind is different. But when he gets a hold of that shadow he swears his death will be merciless.

Wild

He’s absolutely beside himself after you first disappeared, and perhaps they all were. But He couldn’t snap back so readily, no matter what it takes. The others give him a hard time, their stress getting the better of them, but all he remembers is 100 years ago and the constant pressure to be good enough. Twice now he’s been a disappointment. He spirals in on himself when he sees hollowed cheeks and dull eyes that hold no warmth of remembrance. The you in front of him is not enough to ease his worries.

Warriors

One of the most level headed after you first disappeared, making good enough plans until they could find you. But he places all of the blame on himself. He’s supposed to be better than letting comrades be stolen and taken to their deaths. He’s supposed to be a better leader than that. And the consequences bear on him when you do little more than stare at the wall and him to yourself. He’s seen soldiers walk out of war less haunted than how you looked. And to think he was supposed to shield you from the violence.

Hyrule

He lost himself a little in the beginning. He’d become so used to the company, to having you there, that he’s acutely aware of the missing spot. He tries to fool himself into believing you’re there, setting out your bedroll and leaving a spot where you’d usually sit at dinner, but it only serves to make him feel worse. It takes everything in him to restrain himself when he sees you. The barrier shocked him when he tried to reach you and his magic couldn’t get through. He wouldn’t last much longer without you there.

Sky

He’s incredibly quick to resort to isolation. He caves in on himself at the fact that another he’s loved so dearly has been so violently taken away from him and lot to suffer. But the first time around the surface was safe enough, and Zelda had Impa… but you were not given the luxuries of safety and protection. He was going to rescue you if it took everything from him. Because you were his everything. If killing another god is what must be done to get you back then his sword is in hand.

Legend

Yeah he didn’t take this well. He isolates himself out of pure frustration, with both himself, the others and the shadow. And to whatever poor soul gets in his way, I truly am sorry. He downs more bodies than probably reasonable, but it’s methodical. It keeps his focus off of you, what they’ve rendered you down to, the husk you’ve become. He takes so many lives so that yours may be returned to you.

Wind

He tries not to stress, to stay laid back and to glue the group together. He tries to pretend like nothings wrong, because he knows that it’s what you’d want. He knows you wouldn’t want him to worry. But he has half a mind to go off and find you on his own. He already found and saves Aryll, so what’s another Sibling to save? But that determination wilts at how hollow and broken you look, unwilling to acknowledge them as anything more than hallucinations. But he knows you’ll get better soon. You’re tougher than this… right?

Four

He finds a hard time keeping himself together, physically and literally. There’s so many conflicting orders in his mind that it’s difficult to breathe. You used to calm him, to ease his nerves and soothe his mind. But to see how mistreated you were, to see how his carelessness harmed you, that only served to make his already scattered mind shattered.

[buccig4ng]

Hii I was wondering if I could get a mista x reader lemon and he gives lots of praise cuz why not 🤪 anyway ty for taking the time to read have a good one 😌

oh my god this is such a good ask! i added a little bit of plot as well, i hope you don't mind!

summary: mista and you are out on a mission, and he starts acting like a needy bitch. you accept his offer after a bit of persuation, and hoo boy, do you not regret it at all.

word-count: 1039

warnings: 18+ content, afab reader, pet names (baby, darling, sweets, etc.), language, a lot of praise, semi-public sex, softdom!mista, just a long blowjob really.

!! nsfw under the cut, minors dni !!

You didn't know how it escalated to this. The last thing you remembered was you and Mista going on a mission together. Nothing too crazy; you just had to take out a couple of people. You both had arrived earlier than necessary, as Bucciarati had instructed you two to do so incase the targets arrived early. You suspected that Mista had had a crush on you for quite a while. Sure, he had always been a touchy bastard, but today more so than ever. Probably because of all the waiting you had to do; Mista had many qualities but patience was definitely not one of them. You had tried telling him off multiple times to stop doing that, reminding him that you were in the middle of a mission, but it seemed like he had no intentions to budge. "(Y/N)~" he whined, "The targets aren't going to arrive for another hour or so. What do you say about having some fun?" Mista winked cockily at the end of that sentence, making you cringe a little bit. Okay, maybe he was attractive as hell and you yourself had a teeny-tiny crush on him, but come on; Bucciarati would murder you both on the spot if he found out that you both had done the nasty on a job. "Mista. No." You replied sternly, hoping he would back down. Spoiler alert: he did not.

For the next 15 minutes or so, all you heard was Mista pouting and complaining, and your own agitated voice telling him to shut the fuck up. Finally, when he leaned down seductively and whispered in your ear, "C'mon (Y/N), I promise you won't regret it," did you widen your eyes and slowly pulled him closer to you, whispering back, "Okay, fine. But we better make this quick."

And THAT'S how it escalated to you being pinned against the heavily vandalised wall of the dark alley you were waiting in, all hot, flushed and sweaty. Mista was kissing you with a fervent amount of passion, and you reciprocated it to the best of your abilities. You felt his hands roam around your entire body, before dipping down to your hips and holding your body as close to his as was humanly possible. Your own hands rose up to his face, holding it tightly as you pulled away for a minute in order to catch your breath. Mista smirked at you, before nipping at your soft earlobe, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. He stopped, and spoke in a quiet, raspy voice, "(Y/N), you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," He nipped at your ear once again before continuing, "You'll be a real good girl for me, won't you?"

You felt your panties getting soaked at his words. The effect his words had on you was surreal. "Mista," you whined, "I'll be as good as you want me to be." "Now, that's what I like to hear, darling." Mista chuckled, before pulling at your top, signalling you to take it off. Hurriedly, you rid yourself of your top and unhooked your bra, leaving the sight of your bare chest for Mista to take in and relish. "Holy shit," Mista exhaled, "You're so pretty, (Y/N). You're so fucking pretty." Feeling yourself blush at his words, you couldn't help but let a small smile form on your lips. Mista grabbed one of your breasts and licked its nipple, before taking it in his mouth and sucking it gently. You began to let out small whimpers and gasps; Mista was godly with his tongue. He switched his attention to your other nipple, sucking it a little harder now.

Is this what heaven felt like? You sure thought so. Just then, Mista stopped sucking on your nipples and said, "Playtime's over, baby. Shall we begin the show now?" You nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, and dropped down on your knees. "Damn," Mista cocked an eyebrow as you unbuckled his belt, "You're so eager to make me feel good, aren't you? Going to please me well, darling?" You nodded, once again, with the same amount of excitement. Once you stripped him of his pants, you could see his clothed erection, standing proud. You widened your eyes a little bit, and rushed to pull down his boxers. There it was, his cock in all its glory, red and huge and throbbing. You kitten licked the tip of his cock a few times and licked a stripe from its base to tip, making Mista grunt softly.  You managed to take most of him in your mouth, and used your hands for the little portion that still remained. You started moving your mouth, resisting the urge to gag as his dick went further and further down your throat. "Fuuuuuuck, baby," Mista groaned loudly, "Feels too good, never felt this good before. You're doing such a good fucking job, making me so happy." Mista ran his hands through your soft, silky (h/c) hair, with a look of pleasure on his face that you made sure to burn into your head. You wanted to remember this moment forever. You felt his cock twitch a little bit, before it unloaded a sizeable amount of cum into your mouth. You swallowed every little drop of it; it tasted a bit salty, but it definitely wasn't unpleasant.

Mista pulled his dick out of your mouth, and looked at you with a loving gaze in his eyes. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You smiled a bright, genuine smile at him; Mista praising you made you feel butterflies in your stomach. He took one look at his watch, his eyes widening. "Fuck," he exclaimed, a bit of panic in his voice, "They'll be here any minute now." You stood up quickly, putting on your bra and your top. "Sorry about that, sweets," he said, a bit sheepishly, "I couldn't do much for you. Can you wait till this mission is over? I'll make you feel so good that my name will be falling from your mouth like a prayer." You chuckled, "How could I say no to something like that? Of course I'll wait, Mista."

Boy did he live up to his promise.

[percythalianico]

Nico and Percy ~ Part 1

Hey, you know what we were robbed of?

You know what Nico told, like, all HoO? No one cares about me, I'll left Camp Halfblood and other stuffs?

Now, this is what should have happened after TTC.

(Chiron is the one that told Nico about Bianca's fate, because Percy was another kid and it shouldn't be on him doing something like that!)

Nico: I don't have anyone, now.

Percy: You have me.

Nico: Thanks, but...

Percy: No, you misunderstood me. You have me means: I have packed your stuffs, mom is on her way here and you are going to sleep with me in my bedroom.

Nico: Are you kidnapping me?

Percy: Are you complaining?

Nico: .... No.

Percy: Perfect. Mom is here, let's go.

Nico: What if I said no?

Percy: You don't want to know, believe me.

++++

Nico: I have problem with a boy.

Percy: Like... his body doesn't fit in the bag problem, or more, I like him problem?

Nico: The second one.

Percy: Too bad, I could have helped with the first one.

Nico: What I'm going to do, then?

Percy: Well, my way is to be naive and don't understand if someone likes me.

Nico: And?

Percy: I don't know. I can't recognize if others have crushes on me or not. I have anxiety, but that is for being a demigod. Mostly.

Nico: Okay. I'm going to ask your mom.

Percy: Yeah, that's a good idea.

+++

Nico: Hey, I did something terrible.

Percy: Don't worry, they won't find out anything.

Nico: What did you think I have done? And why do you have a shovel in your hand?

Percy: ...

Nico: ...

Percy: It doesn't matter. They won't discover you.

++++

At the phone: We have your cousin

Nico: Which cousin?

Voice: Uh, what?

Nico: I said which cousin? Gods have too many children, really! They don't know the meaning of 'protection'.

Voice: Uh, dark hairs, green eyes, likes horses..?

Nico: Ah, that's Percy. And, you don't have him, he has you. Good luck.

++++

Nico: You are late.

Percy: I was kidnapped.

Nico: How much?

Percy: They asked for giving me back?

Nico: No, how much time they bear your non-stop and nonsense talks.

Percy: Rude.

Nico: ...

Percy: You are very rude.

Nico: ...

Percy: An hour.

Nico: Ah, I see. I have to say, they bear more than I imagined.

Percy: Yes, I know. I was surprised myself.

++++

Kidnapper: Did you order a pizza?

Percy: Ah-ah

Kidnapper: So, you found a phone and, instead of calling the police on me, your kidnapped, you order a pizza?

Percy: Are you mad cause I used your credit card?

Kidnapper: You used my credit card?!?!?

Percy: Sorry. I was hungry. And being kidnapped won't stop me.

In the meantime

Annabeth: It is peaceful.

Nico: Percy got kidnapped again, so there isn't noise.

Grover: Percy was kidnapped?

Annabeth: Again?

Nico: It happens eight times a week. It's a little annoying.

[pluckyredhead]

It's time for more Fourth World thoughts! Previously I've covered the comics of the 70s, 80s, and 90s. Now let's talk about the 2000s.

Orion (2000): AHHHHHHH. If you read no other Fourth World book (besides Kirby ofc), please read this one. It is so good and it is so epic and Orion makes so many well intentioned bad decisions and suffers so much. I devoured all 25 issues in 2 days and immediately wanted to reread it. Writing and art are both Walt Simonson and he gives this book such tragic grandeur. He also does my favorite thing which is multiple slow-burning subplots, some of which lasted so long that I was afraid they wouldn't be resolved, but no, every loose end is wrapped up in a satisfying (ish) way by the last issue and I love everyone in this bar. And the art! THE ART!!!

So basically, Orion kills Darkseid (again lol) and becomes the new ruler of Apokolips, and decides he is going to drag this planet over to the side of good kicking and screaming, which...doesn't work out so well for him. Ultimately he winds up semi-accidentally in possession of the Anti-Life Equation, which allows him to completely control people, so he uses it to force people to be good, which...baby, no. This series is like 40% Orion whump, 35% Orion being a badass, 5% Lightray and Orion being blatantly in love, 5% Scott and Orion making dramatic gestures of brotherly devotion, and 5% Orion wearing a stupid hat that I unironically wish I could buy and wear.

It looks like his helmet! I NEED IT.

Also, during his Stupid Hat Era, Orion briefly acquires an orphan girl sidekick, and like...look at my icon. This is my GREATEST WEAKNESS. Simonson, why did you come for me like that???

I have only two quibbles with this series:

1. It's the early 2000s so the only female characters of any significance (besides the aforementioned orphan girl sidekick) are femme fatales who are drawn in ludicrously skimpy outfits and sex inch heels. Now to be fair, Darkseid wears a miniskirt, but the degree of cheesecake of these two characters was ridiculous.

2. The last issue reveals that Scott possesses the Anti-Life Equation naturally, and he once accidentally killed dozens of people with it, and he's tormented by both of these things. Which...the actual issue this story is told in is really good, and I think it's a really interesting idea to have Scott possess the Equation, but I don't love the idea of weighing down this optimistic character who values freedom above all with such a traumatic history of, uh, accidental mass murder. He already grew up in a torture orphanage! Hasn't he suffered enough?!

But honestly, the overall series is so good that I'll let it slide. PLEASE READ ORION (2000). THANK YOU.

Seven Soldiers: Mister Miracle (2005): This is part of a set of miniseries Grant Morrison did: there was Seven Soldiers #0, and then 7 4-issue minis, one for each of the Soldiers, and then the whole story concluded in Seven Soldiers #1. I only read Seven Soldiers and the Mister Miracle miniseries because I'm a ridiculous person when it comes to reading comics, but I'm not going to read 24 issues that have nothing to do with the Fourth World.

Anyway, the Mister Miracle mini is actually about Shilo Norman, not Scott, and it's pretty good, even if Shilo should know perfectly well who Darkseid and his entourage are. The surrounding issues were incomprehensible, but maybe they would have made more sense if I had read all the other minis. On the other hand, maybe not...this is Morrison we're talking about, after all. Anyway talk about making comics as inaccessible as possible. Great job, everyone.

Death of the New Gods (2007): I knew right away this comic was going to be dogshit because of a) the title and b) the fact that it's a tie-in to the worst event DC has ever published, Countdown to Final Crisis, but hoo boy, it is DOGSHIT.

Basically, some mysterious being starts murdering New Gods, starting with Lightray and Barda, the latter of whom is murdered in the kitchen - you know, where women belong. Scott then dons a truly idiotic goth version of his costume and the rest of the book is mainly Scott, Orion, and Superman flailing around aimlessly and failing to figure out who the killer is while everyone from New Genesis and Apokolips is slaughtered. It's a truly godawful murder mystery in which implausible suspects are accused at absolute random (the Forever People, the pacifist hippies! Orion, the least sneaky being in existence!) even though Superman deduces the killer (sort of) in #5 and tells the other characters, so there's no reason for them to still be trying to solve it.

Anyway at the risk of ruining this comic for you (impossible, it comes pre-ruined), the killer turns out to be the Infinity Man, but he's actually being piloted by the Source, which is eradicating the New Gods and harvesting their energy in order to create a Fifth World. In #7, a horrified Scott is like "But I've worshiped you all my life! Don't you care about any of us?" and the Source is like, "Eh." The most spiritual and reverent aspect of the Fourth World, and Jim Starlin came along and just dropped a little turd right on top of it (after, of course, blatantly copying Darkseid when he created Thanos).

The art (also by Starlin) is hideous, and the plotting is atrocious, as he desperately tries to stretch six issues of story at best into eight, plus dragging each issue out over 30 pages instead of the normal 22. Everyone is wildly out of character. The only vaguely good thing about the book is that Scott and Orion finally get to spend a significant amount of time together, but given the context, I really don't think it's worth it.

In conclusion: "rocks fall, everyone dies" turns out to not be a good idea for a story! Who knew!

Final Crisis (2008): Well, after 16 years of successfully avoiding this story, I finally read it. You win this one, Morrison.

I have avoided Final Crisis since it came out because it felt so emblematic to me of the worst of late 2000s DC: literally constant crossovers with histrionic stakes, characters being slaughtered left and right, whatever the fuck they did to Mary Marvel in this story. I know it has a good reputation, and if I'm being honest, I do think the first 5 1/2 issues of it are pretty good. On the other hand, if I wasn't very familiar with 2000s DC, I think this would be a very confusing book to read, the final 1 1/2 issues dissolve into incomprehensible, self-indulgent nonsense full of obscure characters and OCs randomly dropped in just to make it all harder for the reader. I'm sorry, I know many people consider Morrison's habit of writing comics that you need a companion volume, twenty Wikipedia tabs, and a Reddit forum to understand to be a feature, not a bug, but it infuriates me. It's like the structure of the Seven Soldiers series(es) up above. Aren't comics impenetrable enough? Must we gatekeep with every page?

Anyway the New Gods stuff: they're all dead, but all the evil ones managed to land on Earth as disembodied souls, and are possessing various humans. The only good one is Orion, who dies at the very beginning when he is shot by Darkseid in the future shooting him with a bullet that travels back in time. I love goofy comics shit but for some reason this one strikes me as real dumb. Also Orion literally died twice in the comic that was about all the New Gods dying, so...hm.

Anyway the evil New Gods take over the planet with the Anti-Life Equation, and again, the pacing and storytelling are actually really good for most of this. But there's also all the worst the late 2000s had to offer, like Mary Marvel in the WORST costume of all time and Supergirl flashing panty shots at the reader while they beat each other up and call each other sluts, or Tawky Tawny being beaten to a pulp before ripping out Kalibak's entrails. Tawky fucking Tawny. SIGH. Also they keep miscoloring Shilo as white. NOT GREAT.

Honestly at this point I'm like begging for the New 52 to happen and put me out of my misery, so...good job, DC? I want to go back to Orion (2000), that was great.

Next up: the 2010s! Which is all the New Gods books, they haven't had a series yet this decade. We're almost done, gang.

[atticrissfinch]

Yaaaaah. It’s Recap Time. 2023 edition.

Buckle up, bitches.

I’m positive I am about to write far too long and reveal far too much in this post, but fuck it we ball. (TWs for depression, brief suicidal ideation, general mental health talk, parental death, a lot of juicy stuff, but a happy ending)

To appreciate 2023, I have to go back to 2022.

2022 was probably the worst year of my life. The lowest of lows. I started off the year falling headfirst into my first relationship in years, and subsequently had my heart shattered in a way I’d never anticipated. I had my trust betrayed in a manner I’d never experienced. And that heartbreak would crop up and drag out consistently the entire year.

While dealing with that crippling heartbreak, my father very unexpectedly got sick and then passed away within a few months. And as anyone could probably assess from my fics, I did not have a great relationship with my father. We had a very complicated relationship with a lot of trauma inflicted on me. It all was very disorienting, guilt-ridden, but ultimately revelatory.

On top of my romantic and familial lives crashing down around me, I lost every coworker I had developed a good relationship with as the job I’d been at for 3+ years and had them all replaced with people I couldn’t fucking stand.

All of this led to me having a complete fucking breakdown in therapy. All out sobbing to my therapist, terrified that after two years of therapy, nothing was working. Nothing helped. I was incurable. I would be depressed until I died, and that might be coming sooner rather than later at my current rate. Burnt out from work, hating my coworkers, drowning in my own emotions, I had to have a serious talk about getting admitted. The closest I’ve ever come to that, to this day.

The year came to a close, my meds were on the fritz, and I was determined to sink no lower than I already was. I was going to love myself, love being single, and find friends for the first time since college. And it just so happens that a certain show was released, based on one of my favorite stories of all time. Starring one Pedro Pascal.

And I have no fucking idea what happened, but I started crawling out of the pit of despair I had been in for a literal decade. I hadn’t had a hyperfixation in equally as long. I was so run down, so depressed, I hadn’t been able to truly enjoy anything in years. And suddenly…I was feeling shit again. Watching hours of Pedro tiktoks, crying over TLOU EVERY GODDAMN WEEK. That broad, baby cow-eyed, Chilean fucker wriggled his way into my heart. To the point where I HAD to find somewhere to express it in a manner as unhinged as I was experiencing it (I’m so sorry Pedro subreddit, you were just not cutting it for me).

I went back to my tumblr roots. And Jesus Christ. What a fucking roller coaster it’s been. So much drama, so many friends. So. Many. Fics. And so much genuine joy, happiness, laughter, all that fucking obnoxious shit.

So here we are.

First person I’m gonna shout out is Paige @pr0ximamidnight. Paige, thank you for being my first friend in the Pedro fandom. Thank you for giving me a space to talk about my feral fantasies, about Taylor, about monsters 👀. Thank you for being a real one. I love you, babe.

Second…hoo boy. Emma. @walkintotheriveranddisappear. I’m gonna struggle to put shit into words here so just bear with me. Um. I love you so fucking much. You put up with my obnoxious, rude ass when you probably shouldn’t. You talk with me for hours, you watch movies with me, you drag my ass and then kiss it better. I added you on discord at the end of August and there has not been a single goddamn day that we haven’t talked since. You stayed up until midnight with me on the night of my birthday, knowing I had no one to ring in my 30th year with, and you were so eepy, but you stayed awake with me. We’d only just started to become friends at that point. And I knew you were gonna be something special to me. You are such a fucking light, I don’t deserve you. Thanks for sticking around, thanks for jacking me off in our DMs when I have a bizarre idea about something like Joel being a sleazy gas station clerk, and for every idea I’ve had before or since. I love you. Thanks for being the glowing halo around my year. I will never be this sappy again, I swear to god.

Ok I cannot wax poetic for every fucking person I’ve befriended on this site in the past few months, but. Special shouts out to @chloeangelic daddy thank you for listening to my bullshit and thirsting after mmitb!joel with such fierceness. I’m so goddamn proud of how much I’ve seen your writing improve over the last few months, culminating into fics that devastate my heart and make me cry while I masturbate simultaneously. You’re a fucking superstar. Tell Papa Joel to call me. @macfrog baby thank you for agreeing to marry me next June and for writing some of the best fics I’ve ever read and dealing with me fangirling over you when you followed me. I’ve got your back, baby. Just say the word.

@5oh5 Liv you’re a new friend but I love you so much already, you’re such an insane talent, thank you for matching my vibes so flawlessly and thank you for plant daddy Joel 🙏🏻. @papipascalispunk Iris you are so fucking fierce and so goddamn sexy and I’m so so sorry that my grammar in this post is probably pisspoor. I don’t apologize for my very sexual relationship with commas, however. Meet me in my DMs about it. @hier--soir Jess. FUCK. Your writing is so incredible. ALP is tearing me apart at the seams. Thank you for putting up with my bullshit and laughing at my stupid jokes. Yahtzee, babe ❤️

@swiftispunk Hannah you’re so fucking dope and I’m such a goddamn fan, thank you for putting up with my screaming, thank you for your baller, sexy ass fics. You’re A1, a class act, and so fucking real for tapping into my medical/glove kink with gyno!joel. Keep on your bullshit, baby. I’ll eat it all up. And I would be remiss to not also shout out @joelscruff as well. Cat, you are such a force and I don’t think you realize it. You’re so talented, so sweet, and seeing you expand into darker fic makes me so goddamn happy. I hope you fucking thrive in 2024. Make next year your bitch. May Joel’s dick always be “somewhere specific” and may you always take sick pleasure in “dealing w it.”

Ok I’m getting too chatty so honestly, to all my moots, I love y’all so fucking much. To anyone who has ever read my fics, reblogged them, liked them, made an unhinged comment, sent a feral ask, complimented my work. Thank you. Thank you for loving mmitb!joel, thank you for supporting my plots, even when it wasn’t initially your cuppa tea. Thank you for letting my love for darkness bring you light. I didn’t know when I would ever write again. I’m so proud of what I’ve done this year in such a short amount of time. The fact that so many of you love my work is so humbling and I’m fucking honored. I hope to bring you more depravity in 2024.

[pandenewie]

08 - It’s Giving Control Freak

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Being a pushover is one of Jungwon’s many… quirks you could say. He often finds himself using his rare off-time running around and doing favours for anyone who asks. It’s not rare for him to spend his afternoons in a random classroom, offering his help to whatever teacher needs it - much like today.

Except Mr Jeon isn’t here yet, and as much as Jungwon wants to have faith in his friend Ni-Ki, the one who set him up with this task, it wouldn’t be the first time the younger boy had set him up.

The clock strikes 10 past 3 - marking a marvellous 15 minutes that Jungwon has been waiting. Just as he’s about to go home (setting a mental reminder to email Mr Jeon and apologize for leaving) the door to the classroom opens and shuts.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Jungwon’s eyebrows furrow at the familiar voice, turning around to see a confused Y/n standing by the door. “Uh… I’m waiting for Mr Jeon.”Jungwon says, a slight waver in his voice. This is the first time he’s even made eye contact with Y/n since their… disagreement. Let alone spoke to them.

“Mr Jeon hasn’t been here all week.” Y/n says blankly. Oh. Well… that would make sense. Jungwon isn’t in any of his classes, so it’s not like he would have known.

“That explains why I’ve been waiting I guess… but why are you here?” Jungwon asks. From what he knows, Y/n doesn’t hang around after school. They’re not in any clubs or extracurriculars, and they’re certainly not the type of person to offer up their time like Jungwon is.

“Detention.” Y/n mumbles, almost embarrassed. Jungwon’s eyes widen at their words… they got detention? He can’t help but feel a little guilty - as if it is his fault.

“Uh… can I ask why?” He speaks hesitantly. Y/n sighs, fidgeting with their top as they avoid eye contact. “Skipping class… yelling in the halls… and… dress code.” Y/n mumbles, their voice almost going silent at the last part of the sentence.

Jungwon doesn’t know what to say. Well, he knows what he wants to say but he likes to think that his self-control is impeccable. Another one of his quicks. Unfortunately, his self-control seems to have clocked out for the day. Four words leave his mouth before he can even fully comprehend them himself:

“I told you so.”

Y/n’s head snaps up at Jungwon’s words, their eyes narrowing as his own widen in shock. He didn’t mean to say that… at least not out loud.

“Oh fuck off, Jungwon.” Y/n scoffs, turning around to leave the classroom. “I’m just saying… actions have consequences.” Jungwon mumbles, his eyes widening even further when he realises Y/n heard him. He mentally curses at himself to stop talking.

In the blink of an eye, Y/n is face to face with Jungwon, their index finger jabbing at his chest as their words cut through the air. “I don’t need you to tell me that actions have consequences, I’m not an idiot. But if you would focus on something other than yourself for once, you would see that no one likes the dress code. I’ll get detention every fucking day if I have to until it’s changed. Because unlike you, I sacrifice myself for other people.” And with that, Y/n turns around to leave once more.

Jungwon is the definition of being stretched too thin, and for possibly the first time in his life, he feels his restraint snap. All senses of rationality go out the window as Jungwon strides towards Y/n, ripping their hand off the door handle and turning them around to face him.

“You have spoken to me maybe twice ever, and both times have done nothing but yell and insult me. Who the hell are you to say that I don’t care about people? Do you have any idea how hard I have to work? How many people depend on me?”

“Oh boo hoo. It’s almost like that’s your job, Jungwon.” Y/n spits. “You’re literally the president of the student council, you signed up for this!”

“Name one member of the council other than me.” Jungwon challenges calmly - a stark change from the aggravation in his voice just moments prior. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow, they’ve never seen him like this. He squeezes their wrist and they quickly try to rack their brain for an answer…

Nothing.

“Exactly.” Jungwon mumbles, stepping back from Y/n’s frame and collapsing into his previous chair. Y/n watches curiously as he buries his head in his hands, letting out a tired sigh.

“I know the dress code is unfair, Y/n. But I can’t fix that. Not when I have all this other stuff on my plate. So please just… leave it.” Jungwon sounds almost desperate, and Y/n mentally curses at themself as guilt starts to form in the pit of their stomach.

Their body seems to move on its own as Y/n cautiously takes the seat next to him. The atmosphere is awkward and uncomfortable, and Y/n has to bite back a snide comment. They’re not that mean.

Swallowing their pride, Y/n lets out a sigh before mumbling a quiet “I’m sorry”. They can practically see the way Jungwon’s body tenses up at the words. He hates it when people pity him - hates feeling vulnerable.

“You can… stop, y’know. It’s not your job to do everything.” Y/n says quietly. “Who’s gonna do it if I don’t? Jungwon asks, awkwardly shifting in his seat. “Even if I did… pull back. The guilt of not doing things is just as bad as the burnout of doing it all.”

Well… now Y/n feels like shit. They always assumed Jungwon did everything for selfish reasons - that he wanted to be the centre of attention, the one with all the praise. Little did they know, he does it all because he has to. He was right, Y/n can’t name a single other person on the council this year. They thought it was because Jungwon was stealing all the spotlight, but it’s actually because he’s the only one doing the work. Heck, he probably does more than some of the teachers do.

Glancing at the time, Jungwon sighs as he rises to his feet. “I should go, I’ve still gotta finish my essay for tomorrow’s class.” He says, causing Y/n to look up at him confused. “You have an essay to write, and yet you were gonna spend your afternoon helping some random teacher clean their classroom?” They ask in shock. Jungwon smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he nods. Y/n shakes their head, sighing as they go to move past him - knocking their shoulders together in the process.

“I don’t get you, Jungwon.” Y/n mumbles. The words cause an awkward chuckle to escape Jungwon’s lips. “That makes two of us.” He finishes his words with a sound of confusion as Y/n jingles the doorhandle once, twice, three times. 

“Is it jammed?” Jungwon asks curiously, moving his hand to push hard against the door. “Probably… yet another thing this stupid school needs to upgrade.” Y/n mumbles, ramming their shoulder against the wooden surface.

“You got a paperclip by any chance? Or like… a really thin pen?” Y/n asks, rummaging through their back to find any form of sharp object. Trust the one day they forget to bring extra bobby pins for the girls, to be the day they get locked in a room.

“Paperclip.” Jungwon says, holding the small piece of metal in front of their eyes. Y/n quickly takes the item from his hand, mumbling a quiet thank you which causes Jungwon’s ears to perk up - a small smile spreading across his face.

The smile quickly turns to a look of shock as Y/n stretches out the paperclip, quickly shoviving it into the lock. “Hey, wait… you’re gonna pick the lock?” Jungwon asks, pulling Y/n’s hand away from the door. “That’s destruction of poperty.” He adds, earning an eyeroll as Y/n yanks their hand out of his grasp. “Would you prefer we stay locked in here till tomorrow morning?” Y/n asks sarcastically. When Jungwon doesn’t respond, they go back to their task - the lock releasing with a click in no time.

As Y/n turns around to grab their bag, they furrow their brows at the sight of Jungwon crouched over a desk, writing what appears to be a note. “Watcha doing, Prez?” Y/n asks, pulling the piece of paper from his grip. “Writing an apology note for the broken lock.” Jungwon says matter-of-factly. He takes the paper back and grabs the tape from Mr Jeon’s desk, fastening the note to the classroom door.

“Oh my god, you really are a goody-two-shoes.” Y/n can’t help but laugh. “Oh, and here’s your paperclip back. Think of it as a souvenir.” They add with a wink, placing the broken paperclip in his hand before turning around to leave the classroom. Jungwon shakes his head as a small chuckle escapes his lips. He looks down at the paperclip sitting in his palm, before stuffing it into his pocket and following Y/n out the door.

The hallways are silent and dead as the two students make their way out of the school buildings. They walk side by side, but without spearing each other so much as a word or glance. Eventually, Jungwon breaks the silence with a sigh. Something Y/n has noticed he does a lot. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

Y/n can’t help the laugh that escapes their lips, causing Jungwon to look at them confused. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That was your definition of yelling?” They ask sarcastically, causing Jungwon to shrug. “Well… kinda.” He mumbles, causing Y/n to roll their eyes. “You really are too nice, aren’t you?” They ask before silence falls between them once more. A few moments pass before the peace is broken once again, only this time by Y/n:

“Just to be clear, I still don’t like you as a person.”

“That’s okay… the feeling’s mutual”

“Watch it, Yang.”

“Sorry.”

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[lillithhearts]

Hey sorry to bother you but could I request some headcanons with Gale, Wyll, Zevlor and Halsin taking care of their S/o post jaw surgery? I'm getting bilateral jaw joint replacement surgery in September of 2024 but I have to wear braces before that and they just tightened them today and hoo boy is it painful 😖

Plus it would just be really nice to have something to read while I'm recovering in the hospital. Thank you so much, I hope you're doing well ☺️

YOU'RE NOT BOTHERING ME ILY/P

I myself need tight braces or even surgery due to my overbite so this is right up my alley I got you pookie💋💋 ALSO I WISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK IN RECOVERY‼️🩷

Warnings: not proofread

Bg3 chars x gn!Tav

Honestly not quite sure what to do with you

Although if you can't talk he might joke about how you can't stop him from ranting now to which you just roll your eyes and smack him on the shoulder

If solids are off the table you best believe he is going around all of Faérun to find the best soups recipes for you so you suffer a little bit less

Gives you a notebook and his favorite pen if speaking isn't possible and he just looks at you with the cutest face while you write, waiting patiently

Insecurity after the surgery? Nuh uh he won't allow it he will worship your entire body to prove it, he'll probably enjoy it more than you I can't lie.

Floored, kinda like Gale he has no idea how to take care of someone "injured" in that way

His new vocabulary is just "what do you need?" And then skittering off to get whatever you might need when he figures out what you need

Water? Food? Cuddles? Do you want to close the curtains?? WHAT DO YOU NEED.

he also gives you something to write notes on but he's panicking everytime while waiting because he feels it's stupid that he doesn't just know what you need at all times but he's trying his best <3

Halsin is probably the most chill and laid back when it comes to your surgery, he knows you'll be fine but that doesn't mean he won't do everything for you

He's acting like you just had surgery on both of your legs and not your jaw— he even asks if he should carry you where just throw up your arms and furrow your brows at the druid while he looks at you like a confused puppy.

Definitely has some natural herbal stuff to deal with your pain, he's so thoughtful.

Can honestly just look at you and tell what you need, He's a very perceptive man which saves you the cramp of writing. It even surprises you how much he can read you but it's not unwelcome by any means.

Probably getting you so many gifts to make you feel better ontop of some smooth sweet words while he runs his hand up and down your arm

A decent cook but if there's something he doesn't know how to make he'll just get it from a restaurant instead, he doesn't wanna risk you not liking it.

Half writing half hand gestures

By the way you move or even just gesturing to him he can know what you want and moves to get it after giving the crown of your head

"I'll be right back with that, my love"

he's so sweet it's gonna give you cavities

He reads to you aswell if you wish obviously

I do apologize if this is bad I woke up like 30 minutes ago and I'm HUNGRY but I tried I hope you like it :3

[collectiveclams]

Trying my best to figure out what these guys look like in my head before I go look at the fandom’s generalized designs for the characters.

A friend of my twin got us into the show and a week later we’re at season 8!

I definitely need to tweak Cole’s design a lot- I want him to have a more strongman build & revamp his entire face design. But at the very least I’m happy with getting his hair the way I want!

Kinda hard to see, but Zane’s got little screws for earrings! I honestly didn’t account for how much older the faceplate would make him look, I intended him to look way more boyish.

Rambling about my current HCs of the Ninja’s appearances below:

I’ve been having a bit of an trouble deciding what various flavor of Chinese & Japanese these dudes should be based on. Considering the show is based on a 2010s vague idea of “Asia” and carries traits of both Japanese & Chinese influence, I’m just going to use both. I don’t know what sorta general consensus the fandom has of their appearances bc I have barely interacted with the fandom, so if this violently contrasts with that then yippee I have original thoughts, I guess.

-Kai is Japanese. Kai, being vain and caring more about training than Jay for example, has a more aesthetic build that’s definitely form more than function. Like a natty powerlifter who’s not competing. I’m not sure what height he should be, but if he’s taller his muscle definition would appear smaller so I’ll have to keep that in mind.

- Nya has initially a more functional build- far less muscle definition than her brother. Not outwardly buff and doesn’t have pronounced muscles, but can fairly easily haul a 100lb hunk of metal from a scrap pile to her workbench. But after becoming the water ninja, her new training gives her more pronounced muscle definition. Initially shorter than Kai but grows taller as the show goes on.

- Cole is southern Chinese. He’s got a strongman heavy set build. I envision him as fairly short so his muscles can be a little more pronounced. If you stripped his muscle definition from his ninja training away, I still want him to look like one of assholes who haven’t worked out a day in their lives but still somehow looks jacked.

- Zane is what pops up when you look up “Chinese teen male stock photo” because he needs to look like The Most Generic person ever. No muscle definition at all on this dude. He’s a nindroid & so there’s no need to include muscle decision to show that he’s strong. He’s either average height or slightly on the shorter side bc gravity is a bitch and the taller make a humanoid robot, the more balance becomes a bitch to deal with. So average height or short Zane it is.

- Jay is Uyghur so I can get this dude his reddish-brown hair. Minor muscle definition. His isn’t for aesthetics like Kai, he’d rather do ninja training than do the types of sets & pushing to failure needed to achieve more pronounced muscle definition for aesthetic lifting. Jay needs to be shorter than Nya. He’s definitely taller than Cole but I need him to be just an inch shorter than Nya because that’s funny to me personally.

- Lloyd is Japanese. Solely because Oni come from Japan & I got spoilered that Gargamon is an Oni later. Lloyd is a stringy ass kid at first & has no muscle definition at all. During his Green Ninja training before the Travelers Tea, he’d be trained for efficiency & not for aesthetics with the deadline of him fighting his father possibly being around any corner. After Travelers Tea he likely kept his training to function over aesthetics and would share similar muscular definition to Jay & Nya. And he’s tall. His dad is tall as shit with 4 arms. I want this kid to go through the Worst gangly teen era anyones ever seen and only barely fit his form once he finishes growing.

Additional thoughts:

And as a big comic nerd who owns around 800+ comics (might be more around 1000 now?), hoo boy I have so many thoughts on Lloyd and Jay liking Starfarer. I cannot wait to make a fic that’s just Lloyd and Jay ganging up against Kai over some incredibly wrong take of the comic he absentmindedly said and trapping him in a 3 hour long conversation about frequent mischaracterization and mishandling of the characters in Starfarer & how what Kai said was wrong. I just need a fic of Jay and Lloyd talking to each other about their favorite runs of Starfarer and complaining about a tie-in/crossover comic that’s written particularly bad, or complaining how an author completely misunderstood Fitz Donnegan or complaining over an author change & etc. I just need to make a fic of these boys talking about average comic book fan things.

[shewhowantsmouseears]

magic mafia morgana scene

As promised, here's some silliness with the above idea inspired by this concept!

Ever since Drake Mallard had decided to take up the cape and become a real crime-fighter, every day had come with new surprises and challenges – and somehow, someway, he’d overcome each one of them. Sometimes he’d lose a few feathers or suffer a major concussion along the way, but now he wore these bruises as medals of honor knowing his beloved city was safe. Tonight was no exception – several of his feathers had been singed from flames because of literally blowing up this week’s villainous plan, but he couldn’t help but grin proudly as he watched the smoke rise into the sky, twirling his gas gun around his fingers.

It would have felt slightly better if said villain wasn’t howling in anger and agony, falling to her knees, and clutching her hair as she watched her plans go up in actual smoke.  Dang, she was even pretty when she was upset! Morgana MaCawber, head of the MaCawber family that had been threatening local businesses if they didn’t enter her magical protection racket, was unable to do anything but watch as the fire ate away at the magical supplies her gang had been about to unleash on the city. Gosalyn and Launchpad were in the sky, using the Thunderquack to douse the fire before it became uncontrollable.

“Well, Miss Macawber,” Darkwing said after trying to come up with a fire-based pun, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, when you’re committing crimes in St. Canard, always expect them to be bust…ed. Hm. That didn’t quite work out.” Okay, he was still new at quips, give him time. He shook his head and began to walk towards Morgana. They were alone on the rooftop, with a perfect view of the city, and in his opinion, a perfect view of her lovely face, illuminated by the flames. It was a shame such a knock-out had been trying to knock him out all night. Boy, her eyes were really green… FOCUS. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, and are ready to peacefully surrender. I’m sure the good folks in the police bureau will ease your sentence if you-”

“YOU.”

Morgana’s normally sultry voice had changed into something demonic and dark – it almost made Darkwing drop his gas gun, and he emitted a tiny squeak. “Me?”

“YOU…” Her entire body began to tremble with fury, her hands curling up and allowing Darwking to focus on how her fingernails started to resemble claws. “YOU… RUINED… EVERYTHING!”

“W-well, that was the idea, yes…” His confidence began to falter. This hadn’t been part of the plan – she was supposed to cry into his masculine chest, ask for forgiveness, and he’d run a hand through that silky looking hair and assure her he’d wait for her prison sentence to end, and then romantic music would swell in the background, credits roll.

Instead of becoming a dainty wounded princess, she began to rise to her feet (boy, she was SUPER tall too, homina homina homina) her breathing become harder and harder. “Do you have any idea… how LONG this took to plan?! How many years have I sunk into this? All this time, this money, this effort, and it’s all... GONE! EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR IS GONE! AND IT’S ALL… IT’S ALL…” She tilted her head back toward him, vaguely reminding him of a horror movie he’d seen as a kid. “BECAUSE… OF… YOU.”

“So we agree, I stopped you.” He let out a nervous little laugh. Funny, he’d wanted those emerald eyes gazing into his own earlier, but not quite like this. He tried to swallow down his fear and rationalize the situation – he had the gas gun, and while her body was (very) nice to look at, she was no threat to him physically. She was slim, slinky, and had the figure of a runway model, and HOO BOY he was going to lose his train of thought at this rate. The point was, she was defenseless, so he had no reason to be afraid of her. He aimed the gun at her, his resolve strengthened. “Now it’s time to come along quietly, Miss Morgana, and I’ll hand you over to the police. There’s nothing more you can do!”

The second he finished that sentence, the gas gun was blown out of his hands. He blinked three times in rapid succession as he tried to understand what had just happened. Morgana had been pointing at his hand – no, it was more accurate to say it was using finger guns at him… to be even MORE accurate, there were several glowing orbs of light around her hands, and she’d just fired one of them off at his hand, like a magical bullet. No, like nothing – that HAD been a magical bullet.

He clicked his tongue. “Spoke a bit too early, didn’t I?” His knowledge about magic and the arcane was extremely limited, given how he hadn’t believed in it until he met the McDuck family and their merry band of insanity. But maybe he should have guessed that anyone who dabbled in magical products was probably some kind of magical being themselves. “I knew you were enchanting, but I didn’t think you’d fit another description for it.” He made an attempt to grab the gas gun but she fired off another shot, and with a not-as-heroic whelp, he began to run.

“YOU THINK I’LL GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT?!” She screamed at him, firing off several rounds from her smoking fingertips.

“I WAS KIND OF HOPING?” Darkwing shouted right back, trying to run through his vast tv trivia to find any ideas of how to save his skin and stop this sorceress. The only thing keeping him from being blasted from mullets was that her anger was making her aim off-kilter. He’d need to back off and rethink, which was why he took a valiant leap off of the rooftop to land on the next one… but she had the same idea, and the chase wasn’t stopped.

Gosalyn had been recording on her phone, hoping to use Darkwing’s victories as viral videos to boost his popularity (and her own, let’s be real) when the light of the magical bullets caught her eye. She glanced over and gasped at the scene unfolding, tugging on Launchpad’s arm. “Launchpad! Darkwing’s in trouble!”

“So are we!” Down below on the surface, the rest of Morgana’s mafia had finally caught up to the chaos and were firing their own “shots” toward the plane. The plane would survive, but its speed was vastly hampered, even as he tried pulling away as hard as he could. “I don’t know if we’ll make to him in time!”

“We have to try! She’s got him cornered!” Abandoning the phone, she placed herself up against the glass of the plane, watching in fright as Darkwing was backing away from Morgana, with no other safe places to jump to. Launchpad yanked on the throttle, steering the plane towards his friend, but…

Morgana was no longer running like a madwoman. Now that he had no place left to run, her steps were slow and meticulous, her hands spread out and glowing in a sickly yellow fashion. “No matter I do… you keep besting me.” She growled, sharp fangs bared. “No matter how hard I kick you down, you keep getting back up. No matter what corner I turn, you’re always there. You insufferable… pompous…arrogant…”

With each step she took towards him, Darkwing tried to lean an inch back, but when he nearly lost his hat, he knew escape was impossible. Sweat trickled down his face as she came closer and closer – funny, he thought, he’d worried about sweaty palms when he first met her.

“You’re relentless! You’re aggravating! You’re… you’re…” The glow from her hands vanished, and she grabbed him by the lapels of his costume -

“Darkwing!” Gosalyn and Launchpad cried out in horrified unison –

And then she kissed him.

Perhaps that was too gentle a word, because there was nothing soft and sweet about that smooch. It was a deep, all-consuming embrace that would have been the dictionary definition of passion, mashing her beak right into Darkwing – who, for the record, had gone frozen solid. It was a long one, too, which allowed the audience of Gosalyn and Launchpad to stare for several long seconds in stunned silence.

Launchpad broke the ice first with a well-meaning “Awww.”

Gosalyn wasn’t so cheerful. “What.”

It went on, and on, and on, and on, and just as Gosalyn was going to ask when they were coming up for air, Morgana pulled back and pulled Darkwing into her chest, holding so tightly that she nearly choked him. The furor in her voice had been abruptly switched out for gooey, giddy glee as she began to ramble in Italian. “Amore! Tesoro! Cara mia!”

“Those are Italian pet names.” Launchpad helpfully explained. “I learned them from my ex-boyfriend Tony in Venice! I should call him, see how he’s doing-”

“THANK YOU, LAUNCHPAD.” Gosalyn loudly smacked the glass with her fingers, trying to get him on the task at hand. “But that doesn’t exactly explain what we’re looking at! I think several steps were skipped!”

Darkwing was having similar thoughts buzzing in whatever part of his brain that hadn’t been fully knocked around by that massive kiss. Even then, that part was fighting for his life since he was being held by the beautiful woman he had a no-way-subtle crush on. The best he could muster up in response was “Huh?”

“You are my one true love!” Morgana cupped Darkwing’s cheeks in her hands, eyes aglitter with devotion. “All my life, I’ve been looking for a man worthy enough to stand by my side, but none have ever measured up to my standards! I thought I’d never meet someone who could be my equal, but you!” She peppered his face with kisses, his cheeks, his forehead, and his lips several times for good measure. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man!”

Whatever was left of Darkwing’s sense managed to control his body for a very brief moment as he leaned his head back. “Hang on a minute. If I’m understanding this correctly… you, um, like me?”

“Darkwing Duck, I adore you!” Her hands clasped his own, and after a second of hesitation, he returned the gentle touch. “You’re the only one for me!”

Wow, this was way better than that fantasy he’d been envisioning earlier! A shy smile spread across his beak, and his tail did a tiny wag. “I… I feel the same way about you, Morgana! I’ve liked you ever since I laid eyes on you!” There we go, there’s the romantic music swelling up! Sure, it was inside his head – though he wouldn’t have put it past Launchpad to start blasting it on the Thunderquack’s speakers, he did make the ultimate wingman – but things were going his way! He actually had a shot with this gorgeous woman! Could life get any better?

With a pleased purr, Morgana affectionally nuzzled her beak to his cheek. “We were meant to be together! You simply must join mi familia at once!”

A blush began to grow on Darkwing’s cheeks. “You want me to meet your parents already? Before the first date?”

She giggled sweetly, lightly booping Darkwing’s bill. “Not that, silly! I want you to join my enterprise – my criminal empire, as my right-hand-man!”

There went the romantic music, and here came the record needle scratch. “What’s that now?”

“You and will rule over St. Canard together!” She threw an arm around his neck, holding him close again and accidentally choking him. “We’ll conquer this city and become the king and queen of crime! With your bravado and my magic, we’ll be unstoppable! Together, our love will destroy everyone who dares cross our path! Say, for the wedding, you mind if I forgo traditional white and go with red?”

“First off,” Darkwing managed to choke out as he pushed Morgana’s arm off his neck. “Obviously you look good in any color! Second, I’M NOT BECOMING A CRIMINAL!” Once he was free from her hold, he smoothed down his outfit. “I won’t say I’m not flattered by the offer, but I’m the city’s guardian! I’m not going to become it’s enemy because you’re hourglass shaped and I’m going to be thinking about that kiss for the rest of my life.” Maybe honesty wasn’t the best policy for this situation. “Sorry, Morgana, but if that’s how you see things, the only lady I’m going to work with is Lady Justice!” And that was too corny. Maybe he should have followed Jim Starling’s routine and gotten actual writers for his quips.

Strangely, Morgana didn’t look heartbroken or defeated, which should have been the first red flag. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, and then let out another giggle, but this one was a bit more… witchy in nature. “Oh, how wonderful! You have a sense of humor too.” She then grinned, showing off every single one of her pearly white fangs.

A hard chill went Darkwing’s spine. “What’s the joke?”

“That you think you have a choice about this.”

Clink! Darkwing turned his head toward the new noise, and now found his right hand handcuffed to Morgana’s. “Wh-where did you even KEEP these?!”

Morgana was still smiling, but it was no longer full of adorable tenderness. It was the sort of look Darkwing recognized when he’d gone to toy conventions and a horde of rabid fans had tried to seize the last collector’s edition. There was no arguing logic with that kind. “Dark, darling.” Her sultry voice had returned but now it had deadly hints of infatuation. “You think I’m going to let a little thing like your own morals stand in the way of true love?”

He suspected that just like those rabid fans over that last collectible, she too wanted to steal him away and lock him up so no one else could ever put their fingers on him.  “Any way we can discuss this over dinner and a movie? And minus any chains?”

As Morgana did a classic evil laugh, Gosalyn couldn’t help but wince. “Wow. His childhood idol tried to kill him, and now his first girlfriend is legit crazy about him. He really can pick ‘em.”

“In Japan, they call that a yandere! Learned that from my ex-girlfriend Kimiko in Tokyo.”

“Thank you, Launchpad.”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Time for Us to Leave Her

Sigh Not So | Secrets Hid Away | Shed Tears Aplenty | Fire Down Below | Rolling Down | Won't You Go My Way? | The Seas No More | The Nightingale's Song | Bones in the Ocean | For She Was Afraid | Time for Us to Leave Her |

CW: Magic whump, a kind of mind control, siren whump, reluctant whumper, creepy whumper, just like hoo boy Gilly what the fuck

-

Long after the rest of the house had fallen asleep, Atabei lay awake. 

Moonlight moved slowly across the floor as she listened to her love's deep, even breathing beside her. Eliza lay on her side, face just a few inches away, and Atabei let her eyes wander over the soft curves of her cheeks and chin, the way her hair was in disarray all around her, moon-touched to give it a silver gleam, her mouth still slightly reddened from how well Bei had kissed her. 

There was something to the quality of moonlight that shone through the window, something strong and almost… purposeful. As if the moon itself was laying a gentle hand on Eliza’s cheek. Most nights, Atabei might simply be struck all over again by her wife’s beauty, but tonight…

Tonight, the strength of the moonlight was not beautiful. It was unsettling, as if it were the villain of some penny dreadful whispering, bathe her and bring her to me. 

In the bedroom next door, Sirene had been sleeping since the clock struck eight or shortly after. Atabei had read her a story about mermaids and gently fielded her questions about the strange not-a-man who had greeted her. 

Atabei knew the siren had not meant any harm - or at least she thought he hadn't - but still. It couldn’t be risked. Sirens did count human sailors amongst their favorite meals, and many a ship had gone down with all hands due to a siren’s song. A child might simply be irresistibly delicious to such a creature. 

Plus… after a year spent under Guilford’s clearly violent thumb, and as bruised and battered as he seemed to be… Atabei wouldn’t have found it surprising if the siren hated mankind enough to kill a little girl simply for being human at all, no matter how kind his greeting had been. Hell, if the girl in question hadn’t been Eliza’s own daughter, she might have understood the impulse and not really blamed him for it. 

Guilford and his creature could not stay here long. She would suggest the Hotel Dominique, close by the water in the heart of Yawnee City. If he and the siren were gone, she would sleep more easily, or at least feel able to sleep at all. 

She should have agreed with Eliza. 

Eliza had insisted the siren be put in the barn, worried it would sneak around at night. Guilford had demanded just as insistently to keep it in his own room, just down the hall. Atabei wanted it nowhere near their beloved horses and equally wanted nothing to do with the idea of such a thing only ten or fifteen feet away.

They had compromised by utilizing the old hunting-trophy room that Eliza’s late husband had been so fond of, down on the first floor and towards the other end of the house. It was the room he had died in, coughing up blood to the bitter end as Atabei and Eliza waited for her spell to finish its slow devouring of his lungs, each of them sipping from teacups and chatting gaily about the weather, pretending they didn’t know what was happening on the other side of the wall.

The trophy room was filled with the mounted heads of more than a dozen beasts the awful man had killed himself during his travels. He had boasted about them, as if he had done anything of importance and not simply shot innocent animals for sport. He didn’t even eat them.

Eliza had had the room cleaned of her husband's blood, held his wake there, and then locked the door and never opened it again. 

Atabei had stayed still while she listened to the slight, soft sounds Guilford made while preparing for sleep, and then the gentle creak when finally he climbed into the guest bed. These old homes were solid and strong, but sound traveled too well. 

Still, though, she did not sleep. 

The wind blew through the trees outside, winding its way through the attic with a gentle sound like a deep flute, notes without song. For a while, she let it lull her into a place somewhere between wakefulness and dozing, her mind finally going quiet.

Then the sound of the wind changed, seeming more and more like a voice singing a wordless but achingly slow and sad melody to accompaniment of the flute. The two songs wound around each other, harmonizing effortlessly, nature and the man made of seawater and moonlight, angelic and yet monstrous. 

Her breathing slowed.

Atabei blinked, lazily, and shifted up onto her elbows, her eyes moving without purpose over the moonbeams that lit her wife’s face, the bed, the heavy soft rug on the floor. 

The song dug deep into her mind, winding around each and every thought and turning them to its own commands. 

Stand up. 

She hummed acquiescence and slipped out of bed, straightening the soft silk bonnet she had her hair tucked into to protect her many braids from breaking, slipping on a sleeveless, long brocade housecoat over her nightgown, pulling it tight around her waist and tying the sash. She drew a simple fire spell to light a candle and carried it into the hallway, standing still with her head tilted.

“What next?” She whispered, her lips barely moving. 

Somewhere within her, a shriller sound rose, shrieking a warning, but it could not overpower her curiosity about the source of the song. 

Come to me. 

She knew where on the stairs to step to avoid the creaking in the old wood, how to keep to the shadows in case one of the servants might still be awake.

She met no one, and the closer she came to the song the quieter her thoughts became. Shadows seemed to cling to her as if trying to pull her back. She drifted in and out of moonlight, the song growing soft and then loud, like waves beating in constant time upon the shore. Unnoticed, a door opened behind her and she was followed down the stairs and across the house. 

Come to me. 

She stopped before the trophy room, with its locked, barred door. The song came from within and she stood, for just a moment, feeling as if her very lungs now moved in time with the song. It was a song of such aching perfection and loneliness that she felt tears prick at her eyes and run down over her cheeks. She blinked rapidly, reaching one hand out to lay it against the wood of the door. 

Open the door and come to me. 

The key to the room hung on a nail just outside the door and it scraped going into the lock. She was already unlocking the door before she realized she had picked it up. The discordance jolted her and she paused, hand on the doorknob, and hitched in a breath.

The melody broke apart over her head instead of sinking into her, the notes stumbling slightly, and she understood what was happening all at once. "No," She whispered, a cold wash of sheer terror down her spine.

She turned to run back up the stairs, grab Guilford, Eliza, and Sirene and run from the sound, from the song, to find somewhere too far for its music to follow them.

"Guilford," Her voice was a cry. "The siren-!"

"I know."

She gasped and froze.

Guilford stood only a few feet away.

"It’s all right, Beibei,” He said, in the same voice you might use to soothe a skittish horse. "It's quite all right."

She let out a little cry of surprise and backed up, her back hitting the door with a thump that briefly stole her breath. The key dropped to the ground with a gentle clink. 

The moon shone from behind, putting most of Guilford in shadow. His eyes, though, and the shimmer of his glasses seemed overbright and glittering, were lit as if from within him. She couldn’t seem to look away. 

He wore the same gentle smile as the little boy who had been her first friend, before either of them could even talk or walk. A face she had known all her life.

A man who had become, in only a year, an utter stranger. A face she did not know at all.

Her fingers seemed suddenly nerveless. She didn’t even notice the candle rolling on the floor now, its magicked flame winking in and out. 

"... Guilford, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry,” Guilford said, smiling shamefaced. “I really am.” He sounded so achingly sincere. His own eyes were wet with tears. "But I can’t leave any loose ends, you see. I can't risk it. You could undo all my hard work, so... so I can't take the chance. You're coming with me."

Atabei's vision blurred as the song began again behind her. She heard the sound of the door handle turning, the soft click as it swung open. "Guilford." Her voice was a plea, fighting against the soft cotton that threatened to overtake her thoughts once more. "Gilly, please. Just ask."

"I don't think you'd agree to this," Guilford said, his voice low. “It’s awful, what I need to do, but it’s what I need to do.” 

"We are happy here." She took a step forward, voice cracking in desperation and new fear, and Guilford reached out and took her hand. He looked like a man announcing a death, so full of sympathy and love for her. "We have a good life, Guilford, Eliza and I, we have the best life either of us dreamed of, with each other-” Her voice was hitching, catching on sobs she could not let free. "We have love-"

The siren was just behind her. She could feel the warmth of him, and yet he never touched her. He only sang, pitched low, a melancholy melody that wrapped around her like ropes, that bound her as firmly as being locked in a cage. 

"Keep your love, Beibei. Keep her. I will give you a better life," Guilford replied, earnestly. As if this all was simply a regretful necessity. "When I have Eliza's money. I will give you everything. You'll come up in the world right alongside me, Beibei. We're going to be so rich."

"... Eliza's money? How, how will you-" Then she understood.

Her heart stopped.

She looked at Guilford with wide eyes and did not see her friend at all in the open avarice that stared back. "No," She said, fighting for calm. "You wouldn't. You won't."

"Yes." His voice was gentle. "I will. Don't worry, she will be happy, happier than you can imagine now, and still with you! I will never do more than hold her hand, Beibei, but I want her money and I want you with me forever. We are going to visit my mother together. Myself, my best friend, and my newlywed wife.”

"Did you... did you come here just to do this? Is that why you came to visit-"

"Of course it is, Bei. Why else?"

"No. Absolutely not.” Atabei's hands moved to draw a magical symbol, to protect herself, but the siren's tenor swelled - nearly deafening just behind her - and she stilled halfway through the symbol. The magic collapsed uncast. 

Go wake Eliza. You have such wonderful news to share.

The song was so beautiful, she thought, as she turned and walked evenly away, each step carefully placed. Eliza must hear it at once, and hear of Guilford's plan, must know all about it.  

Guilford followed behind her.

As he should, of course - they had to break the happy news to Eliza that her second husband would be much better than her first. 

-

The siren followed his captor and the woman who had allowed him to be captured up the stairs, but while they kept walking, Areyto paused just outside another room whose door was cracked open. 

He looked inside, and saw the little girl from before, shifting restlessly as the siren could not stop singing, not now, not until the deed was done. Her eyes opened in the way of the young, who must swim up out of sleep as if from a deep, dark pool. He watched her realize there was a song, and her eyes widen… before she exhaled, and the song sunk into her. She sat still, waiting for commands.

His captor, the siren thought, could not ever be trusted with children. The young were too easy to do harm to, and his captor enjoyed causing harm. Areyto, who felt no pity for the other humans who had forced him into this position and who had rejected him with such disgust, felt himself soften at the idea of the little girl having to face the captor’s anger like he did.

His eyes went back to the other door, knowing his captor and the two women were inside, talking over something that would have been a horror twenty minutes ago but was now their dreams come true, and then he… changed some things, only for the little girl. 

Another thing that his master had not forbidden him, another way he could work around the edges of this awful imprisonment in his own skin. Small, slim, mean little triumphs that meant everything when they were the only triumphs he had.

He made his voice gentle, but resolate, within the child's mind.

Sirene, run. There is a man here who will kill you if he sees you. You must run and run and run and never come back here. Run far, to the city. Find a family and tell them there was a fire and you were the only one to make it out, but all you remember is your first name. Leave this behind, and remember it only in dreams. 

Remember that there is a siren caged by this man who did not want the same for you. 

The little girl sat up in bed with wide, terrified eyes. For one single second, she and the siren looked directly at each other. She was too young to understand, and yet something in her small round face seemed determined and resolute. She grabbed her favorite doll and inched her way off the bed before she ran, her feet pattering rapidly down the stairs as she fled for the door.

She was already weeping, before she made it outside.

Areyto felt a pain in his chest, at the sight of it, but this was better than what could come of letting his captor have power over something small and helpless. 

Run, the siren urged. Run as fast as you can. Don't look back. 

Guilford reappeared at the bedroom door. "Did you hear something? Did the front door just open?"

Areyto swallowed around the painful bruising of his throat, turning back to meet the wicked man’s eyes with his own flat and emotionless. "The child, master.”

“What about her?”

Areyto inhaled. "I told her to jump into the pond," He said, lying like oil, smooth and slick, utterly believable. "She will drown. There will be no one to steal your money after the wedding."

Guilford nodded, mollified by the mention of riches and utterly uncaring of the suggestion that the siren had sent the girl to a terrifying death in the water. He glanced back over his shoulder at the two women, who now looked at him with adoration, and winced. It wasn't guilt, the siren thought. The man seemed incapable of feeling it. But... maybe something like irritation at the inconvenience. "Make them forget her, then. Atabei and this Eliza. Make them forget the child. I don't want them to be sad, or to grieve. I can give them that, at least. Call it a wedding gift.”

"Yes, master," The siren said. He wondered what mother would think it a gift to be forced to forget their own young, but maybe humans were all cruel to children in some way. He moved obediently into the bedroom, to sing forgetting into the minds of the women, in the hopes that he could save the little girl from a life that might be too close to his own. 

In his most secret thoughts he hoped that Sirene, the child whose name echoed his own being, would find some other life to live. A better life, perhaps one without a big house but also without his captor. He could do that single mercy for the child who had said hello to him, a child named after his people. 

After a lifetime of feeding on human lives, it was strange to make the choice to save one. 

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@whumptober 2023, prompt 23: Shadows

[lesbianoms]

What's your opinion on unaware Preds/accidental noms?

Any particular scenarios you like that involves those?

Well I used to think that accidental/unaware wasn’t really interesting, because not a lot could be done with it. But recently I’ve realized that hoo-boy, some specific scenarios can be reaalll good~

Something I really like is when a prey is making a huge buffet of food for an incredibly hungry pred, like up to the point where they themselves are kind of caught up in the middle. I bet you can guess where this is going…

But there’s something that can be really good about a pred just DEVOURING everything without a second thought, sporting a huge gut, and complaining about how full they are, all while their confused and startled friend tries to get their attention from inside the belly. I’ve seen some art of this scenario that’s just *chef’s kiss*

I’ve been fantasizing about this lately, but… being buried under layers of sloshy food in an already bubbly and stuffed gut just sounds so, soooo hot 🥵

and adding to that an attractive, hungry and very unaware pred who has no idea I’m packed inside her belly… as she burps and rubs it and comments on how her food isn’t agreeing with her, all while I’m whining about how cramped it is… ooooh yeah that sounds real nice

I don’t like the more tragic scenarios. That shit fucks with me. To imagine that someone is slowly suffering or dying while surrounded by so many people, or while their best friend looks for them, is INCREDIBLY distressing. And honestly is way too comparable to what a lot of people have been through or are currently going through. Hate that

But casual unaware & foodplay, give me that any time… hmm ☺️