#idk. i can't put my finger on it but something's not right. i don't trust it

[shimmerluna]

i do think there's probably something suspicious about the way everyone loves Ca$h and Quinni and their depth while essentially reducing Darren to their shared supporting character and/or the sassy black woman(/person in this case) stereotype, but I feel somewhat hypocritical bringing it up

[joojeans]

&team hyung line: top 5 kinks

request: sorry idk if u answered this b4 but what kinks do u think &team would be into? >.<

a/n: if you follow my multi writing blog you're probably familiar with this format lol

p.s. the kinks are not necessarily in order

k

dumbification - i talk a lot about k tying his ego to his sex life a lot and that's just because i'm right ok. it's like the one area he's allowed to get a big head without worrying about it being toxic. and seeing you a literal mess because of him? he makes you feel so good and so overwhelmed that you can't get your words out and you're either literally or figuratively drooling for him? yeah. that does it for him.

finger sucking - the stars in his eyes and the smirk on his face when you so willingly open your mouth for his fingers and suck on them. what wouldn't you let him do? this is just one of many ways he reminds you both that you're his, even at the most subconscious level.

quickies - k gets random bursts of very high energy and he needs an outlet for them. his favorite method is draining himself by fucking you like an animal in heat for a hot second. (obligatory ha ha animal in heat reference)

temperature play - tbh, it's just fun watching how you respond when he drops hot wax on your stomach or holds an ice cube in his mouth and traces a line down the front of your body. he loves anything that pulls a reaction out of you.

orgasm denial (giving) - this one is a twofer. he likes denying your orgasm because of how you beg him to give it to you. oh, you want him that bad? you need him that bad?

fuma

pet play - i mean... duh. we all saw this coming. fuma loves everything about pet play: how cute you look, how well you behave for him, how trusted and reliable he feels. he'll take it very seriously, too. i'm talking regular trips to buy new accessories, even toys. regular walks, of course. love of head pats for his best pet.

body worship - fuma likes this both ways. when he's feeling particularly lovey, he'll take his time cherishing every part of your body. and when he's feeling like he wants to be in control, he'll talk you through how to worship his body properly–the way he deserves.

breeding - this man will not hesitate to put a baby in you omg. of course, he wouldn't do this with just anyone or under any circumstances, but if you're right and the conditions are right, you don't have to ask twice. even if neither of you are wanting an actual baby, he will be breeding you as if you'll be getting one anyway.

restraints - sometimes he just wants you to lay there and take what he gives you. he takes such good care of you, after all.

roleplay - he is too good at this. he doesn't get giggly and drop character–he's taking his role seriously. he likes that he gets to figure out how to fuck you differently depending on the context of your characters.

nicholas

praise (receiving) - don't get me wrong, nicholas will be praising you too. but hearing you praise him? otherworldly. he could almost live off the high of that alone. he wants to know that he's your most special, most perfect boy and how much you enjoy being with him.

phone sex - hhhhh nicholas's deep voice. if there's one thing about nicholas, he knows his strengths. he knows his voice is one of them. he loves knowing he can make you squirm just by talking to you. and he loves frustrating himself because he always wants more, but he gets off on forcing himself to settle for just this.

choking (receiving) - nicholas likes to be completely and totally bare with you. he wants vulnerability in its entirety. what is more vulnerable than symbolically putting his life in your hands? he gets intoxicated by the feeling.

voyeurism - this isn't something you two get to do often because of the nature of it, but it's hot. he likes to watch other people fucking while he whispers in your ear, asking if you would like it if he did this too. if you would moan for him like that if he did that too.

lingerie - let him play dress up with you just so he can task himself with the delicious challenge of making love to you without messing up his masterpiece.

euijoo

dry humping/clothed sex - two reasons for this other than it just feels good tbh. 1) euijoo is sensitive so sometimes he gets aroused in a big way pretty quickly so everything can move a bit fast. 2) this usually doesn't come with a direct initiation from either of you. it just kinda... happens. he loves that.

marking - he likes to be marked more than he likes to mark, but both happen. when he marks you, it's like a proud little "look at what i did" moment and that's so cute dsfsaf. when you mark him (somewhere he doesn't have to hide it, please), he gets literal goosebumps every time he admires it in the mirror. instant arousal.

overstimulation - this also goes both ways. like i said, he's sensitive. it's easy to overstimulate him. he likes letting go of the control and the perfection he strives for every day like this. it forces him to. and when he does it to you, it's a huge boost to his self confidence. i'm being so serious when i say that overstimulating you in the bedroom translates to more confidence in his everyday life.

size kink - euijoo is always trying to grow as a person. he wants to be more self-assured, more assertive. his size over you is one of the ways that he feels like a man. he knows it would be easy to impose himself on you. he can see it in your eyes. any time he's able to use his size to his advantage with you, it's like a switch flips.

hair pulling (receiving) - telling him he's doing a good job with a nonverbal communication like this that also feels good? yes please. don't be shy to pull harder.

cr. cafekitsune for mdni banners ♡

[nyctophiliq]

✮ ┆ MERCY TEACHING YOU HOW TO HUMP A PILLOW. angela ‘mercy’ ziegler

CONTENT WARNING.           18+ only, minors dni. NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT; female-bodied reader, angela is a meanie, masturbation, dry humping, pillow humping, pillow grinding,   | ~0.9k words

A/N.                   this was requested to be put back on tumblr by a few people, idk what happened to it and how it got lost but it’s back now so i hope you guys enjoy it just like the first time!

there was a longer mission in plan for a smaller group of heroes, one that you weren't included in, but your girlfriend was, angela wasn't pleased about being torn away from your side for such a time, but being the way she is, she couldn't leave without tying a couple of loose ends up. the most important is you, because who will take care of such a sweet girl if she is not here to help you?

she guides you onto the bed, helping you out of your sweatpants and pushing your shirt up, getting a pleasant view of your chest, she reaches out for it, caressing your nipples over the fabric of your bra, leaning in to press kisses under your collar bone, when you don't protest, rather shiver at her touches and twitch into her hand she knows- she's got you wrapped around her finger now.

"try, it's not so different from when you sit on my face or cock, liebling." her words are like honey, coating your brain with the thick syrup of lust as she helps you onto the pillow, positioning you in front of herself to get the full experience. she holds your hand for a while, telling you to start, imagine it's her face.

so you try, trusting against the white pillow clumsily, squeezing her hand when your panties slip between your pussy lips and rub up against your sensitive bundle of nerves, curling and tucking your thin sack-covered feet under the pillow to keep it in place but you couldn't get it right, it didn't seem right, you complained about it, stopping multiple times even with her tugging you by the hand to continue.

"can't you do it without help or whining?" she groans, jerking your body back and forth by your wrist before throwing them away, pushing and pulling you on the pillow before settling behind you, her hips knocking against yours, multiple times as you take a look over your shoulder, angela's eyebrows knotting as she pushes herself onto her knees, thighs parting when she drags the pillow between her legs. her glare is sending lightning bolts your way, muttering something under her nose which you interpreted as her demand for you to turn around and start fucking the pillow with her.

you rock your hips, testing out the motion with her, and letting out a long, slow breath when angela's hand sat on your hip while her other adjusts the pillow, the position of her hand seems second nature as she holds the crinkled, battered form of it along the length of your slit and her fingers tips pressing it down over the shaft of your clit.

her touch feels electrifying, the feeling sends waves of pleasure over your body, making it so much harder to focus on your trusts rather than hers, the ability to think leaves you entirely as your tense shoulder and thigh muscles loosen, letting you settle fully onto the pillow, it feels even better like this, and even though you are barely sensitive, the pressure of the pillow through the thin cotton panties is enough to have your breathing catching a little in your throat.

feeling the doctor behind you continuing to press and grind her hips against yours, you bury your face into the mattress and press the pillow further against yourself. your legs are tense and rigid, your hips are struggling, and your breath is muffled behind the blankets. tongue lolls out of your mouth as you lick the sheets and try to picture her mouth against yours, easily dominating it as you hardly put up a fight to allow her to do so.

“you get it now, huh? to fuck yourself like this when i'm away." suddenly everything feels magnified- you feel as though you're so wet you can feel it spreading against your thighs, slicking up the pillow beneath you, and you're starting to ache with that familiar sensation as it begins to crest.

you close your legs tighter around the pillow and bare your teeth. the shared bed's frame is squeaking with each thrust you make, you spare a moment to hope that it doesn't thump against the thin wall, cause someone to come and interrupt your little learning lesson because you can feel it in your stomach now, that uncomfortable tight knot forming with heat sticking to your underwear.

"’m gonna c-cum-" you gasp, nearly too out of breath to go an. you're so close, so close, and you try and mash the pillow up against yourself and grind in tine tight motions, scrabbling for an image to finish yourself. it's one that you get with your hand, gripping and clawing her scalp as you tremble and jerk against her mouth, her fingers piercing you as she groans insults again your cunt, repeating the words she says before your cum leaks out of your hole, all over her face and fingers.

you trash against the pillow, fingers clawing into it, and finally collapsing onto your stomach. you lie there, breathing hard, the thin layer of sweat coating your back, cooling.

"sweet little thing, now you can take care of yourself."

[milliesfishes]

Hii! First I wanted to tell you that I've been reading almost every fic you posted and, omg, I love all of them! I really like your style, your writing is really good! 💖

I was wondering if you are okay with me sharing an idea with you. You don't have to write it if you don't like it!

I was thinking about something where Billy and reader are in a relationship but she struggles with showing affection. She does love Billy, of course, but she just can't show physical affection. Every time they kiss, when they hold hands, when they hug, it is always Billy who initiates the physical contact. Maybe she isn't able to do it because she has a trauma or she was never shown love during her childhood... or maybe she's just a tough girl, idk, it could be anything. Billy understands her and waits for her to learn, that's why he always is kissing her, hugging her, etc (of course she's okay with it, he would never do something she doesn't want him to do) but imagine his surprise when one day she touches his hair and caresses it, then another day she hugs him from behind when he's working on something, then when they're walking down the street she grabs his hand... his heart would be this 👌 close to exploding omg he loves her so much and she's finally learning how to show him she loves him too 😭

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

[fem reader] contains: pure fluff <3 pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: you have a hard time initiating touch and billy shows you how author’s note: anon, this is the sweetest thing, and you’re the sweetest thing and I’ve been thinking about this ever since you sent it <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

Easing you in. That's what Billy reminded himself to do with you, always. Ease you in.

He didn’t mean to baby you, not really. It just came so naturally. Like right now, he had you in bed with your head on his chest while he ran his fingers through your hair, soothing you to sleep.

If you’d been dropped on his lap directly from heaven you couldn’t have been more perfect. Achingly sweet with a heart of gold, you brightened his life like nobody else had. No words could properly express his adoration, no description ever seemed to be enough.

He would put you in his pocket if he could. The day you walked into his life, you changed it forever and he had absolutely no desire to go back to whatever baseless existence he’d been floating around in beforehand.

Unfortunately, even though love was perfect, that meant nothing else could be.

As time and trust stacked on top of each other and built you enough courage, you confessed to Billy the nature of your past. Manipulation and less than ideal tactics had ruled your being for a lot longer than he’d been around. You were naturally sweet, and it was a miracle your wonder hadn’t been squashed by the demeaning nature in which you’d been raised.

Truly, you were miraculous. He could never dream of seeing you any other way. The fact that you knew how to love at all was nothing short of amazing. Billy thanked higher powers every day for that, even if there were other things that were difficult.

Due to your rough upbringing, you struggled the most with touching in any capacity. At first it had been harder. He’d reach for you and you’d flinch just a little, which was disheartening, but he knew it wasn’t about him. There were ghosts in front of your eyes.

With patience and coaxing, you were able to move past that. You allowed his touches, even encouraged them, came to be comforted by them. His happiness at this fact could not be understated. Because Billy loved touching you in any way; holding you, kissing you, hugging you. It was his protective nature, but also his way of showing love.

And he never wanted you to doubt that he loved you.

For where you’d been, you’d come a long way. As his fingers brushed through your hair, he was reminded of that. A year ago it would have been unthinkable, having you like this with your head on his chest, his heart beating against your ear.

It was onto the next stage now.

A product of the rejection you’d faced in your childhood, you were never the initiator of any touching. Hand holding, kisses, hugging. Even with how you were right now, he’d pulled you in and you hadn’t resisted. Anything that had happened before had been a result of him reading you and recognizing that you wanted to be touched. But you’d never admit it.

Exhausting his options in his head over and over, Billy resolved that the only right thing to do in this scenario was to love on you. To give you constant affection and get you used to it and show you it was okay.

And that was the easy part. Whenever he had an opportunity to be touching you he was. In public it could be subtle as an arm around your shoulders, or his fingers intertwined with yours. Every little bit helped.

When you were alone, he gave you even more, his arms encircling you nearly always. Gentle kisses were pressed to every inch of you, accompanied by muttered words that made you smile. He was pulling you onto his lap at every chance, showing you that it was okay, that he wanted you to touch him, but also that he was okay with waiting for you to be completely comfortable.

It had taken a lot of build up to be able to get the opportunity to make love to you for the first time, and it was not something he’d taken lightly. Billy knew that it was a privilege he could not mess up for the fear of scaring you away. So he’d taken it as slow as he could, making sure to tell you how beautiful you were, to make his movements careful, to make sex out to be a positive thing. It turned out to be another stepping stone that brought you closer to him, which he was thankful for.

After that first night, you became clingy. Billy was more than happy to accommodate this, enjoying the warm kisses and morning cuddles that came along. But still, it was always him reaching out first, him running his hand along your back and getting you to roll over.

And that was okay. For you, his girl, his baby, his angel, he’d wait a million years and then some. He knew in your heart you were a lover, just like him, and you weren’t withholding this side of you out of cruelty. It just didn’t occur to you. Maybe it was even a way of protecting yourself.

So in the meantime, right here in his bed he relished your presence, the way you were swaddled in his sheets so comfortably, bare underneath and trying to be modest. It was endearing, more adorable than anything in the world. With one arm under you and holding you close and the other still stroking your hair, he kissed your head and whispered, “I love you.”

Time was on the side of all things good and true, and Billy knew that well.

Living an oulaw’s life, he had long given up on the idea of having a girl, let alone one so good as you.

When he met you riding in the rain one day, he’d fallen hard and fast and nearly right away. But he hadn’t expected anything to come of it. Now, a year later, he couldn’t imagine what his life would be without you.

You had enchanted him, captivated his whole being; body, mind, and soul. Nothing he’d experienced had ever come close to the feeling of even being near you.

Until you finally touched him first.

It had been ever so casual. The two of you had been relaxing side by side under one of your favorite spots under a tree in a nearby meadow. He had one arm loosely looped around you, sticking to his idea of keeping you close.

Then he felt your fingers in his hair, touching him hesitantly, then more purposefully. He froze, but didn’t react too much in fear of startling you.

You had never done anything like that before. Since he was touching you on your midsection, normally you would have only touched him there too, a sort of give and take.

But here you were, fingers running contently through his curls, which he was thankful he’d washed recently. He smiled to himself, and nuzzled a little more into you because it felt so good.

That was the first fruit of his labors.

The next happened when he was outside, mending a fence on the property. It was close to sundown, and already he could see the sky starting to turn pink and orange and purple.

Billy heard your soft footsteps behind him, and he was about to say something when suddenly he felt a soft pair of arms wrap around his waist, and then you were pressed to his back. With your head between his shoulder blades he could have sworn he felt a kiss buried there.

He wanted to laugh or cry tears of joy but he didn’t. Determinedly casual, he allowed a smile since you couldn’t see him, and said, “Hey, baby. Doin’ alright?”

You nodded into his back. “Uh huh.”

Right away he finished what he was doing with the fence and turned around, sliding his arms around you and picking you up off your feet so you were at eye level. He pecked your nose, his happiness nearly brimming over. “Hi pretty.”

“Hi,” you smiled shyly and he could have melted.

Shifting you so his hand was under your bottom and your legs were encircling him, he kissed you softly, once. “You hungry? I can make us something.”

That made you smile. “And we can cuddle afterward?”

Oh it was like you were trying to turn him into a stuttering puddle of pure joy. “Yeah honey,” he murmured, giving you another kiss for that. “We’ll cuddle all night.”

You had finally touched him first.

But, ever the realist, he waited a bit before not counting it as a fluke. Of course he trusted you and loved you but he also didn’t want to be unrealistic, wanting to meet you where you were at, not where he wanted you to be.

Then one day when the two of you were walking through town you reached for his hand, holding it firmly once it was in your grasp. And that night in bed after putting your nightdress on, you crawled over to him and fitted your body between his legs so you could rest your head on his chest, knowing he loved holding you that way.

The next morning, when he woke, he started to stroke your hair, the memories of the previous night warming him from the inside out, his heart fuller than ever.

It nearly burst when you looked up sleepily and leaned in to kiss him once, those big baby doll eyes looking up at him almost questioningly after.

Billy wouldn’t have been able to hold back his smile if he wanted to.

He slid his hand to the back of your head and pressed another series of kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your nose; anywhere he could reach.

You giggled a little, keeping your arms around his neck as he took you around the waist and rolled you over so he was hovering over you for better access. “Billy…what’s this for?”

He kissed you once on the mouth, his eyes roving over yours with a tenderness he couldn’t have described. “I love you.”

Softly, you let your hand slide up and tangle in his hair, and in your smile he somehow knew that you knew what he meant. “I love you too, Billy.”

It hadn’t happened overnight, and he wasn’t expecting you to suddenly be all over him. Not right away. But now you had a new way of showing him you loved him. Now he’d made you feel safe enough to touch him, kiss him, caress him when you wanted.

And it brought him nothing but happiness. Because he wanted to give you everything. You deserved everything he was capable of handing to you, and everything more.

Billy leaned down and kissed you with all the love he could summon. “Sweetheart. Baby.” he nudged his nose against yours. “My angel.”

You reached up for another kiss and he knew at that moment he would never get over it. Never get used to this feeling of utter love and adoration every time he was kissed or touched or loved on by you.

And he never wanted to.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

What are angry!dbf jake's kinks? Are they any different from how he normally is? Or just more intense? 👀👀👀

oh i let this sit in my inbox for sooooooooo long i'm sorry!!!

personally i imagine he is A LOT more intense. even more dominant than he already is. i don't think dbf!jake wants anything to do with the daddy kink, really (imagine how weird that would be) but he'd definitely always go a bit wild for a title or a rank, especially now that he's an admiral. and when he's angry, maybe he'll make you call him something along the lines of that. like "who's fucking you this good?" "you" "try again, baby" "you, sir"

also in general he'll want something for his ego. he gets a lot more possessive, kind of competitive in a sense? stuff like "you're mine", "you belong to me", "only i can fuck you this good", all of that. and he'll ASK YOU like i said above. he wants his ego stroked. it's reassurance.

he'd also be much more into doggy than usual tbh. bending you over has even more effect on him when he's all angry.

these times, sex is more to work off his anger, using you to make him feel good. i think he could dabble in degradation here if you'd expressed that you wanted him to? seriously don't think dbf!jake would be the one to bring that out tho, you'd have to. he'd rather be all praise, "fuck, you're so perfect, sucking the damn stress straight outta me, baby" and stuff.

oH ALSO BLOWJOBS. big on getting blown, just putting you on your knees and all.

in general i dont think jake's the kind of guy to constantly check in if you're okay? he trusts you to use your safeword if anything gets too much. but especially when he's angry, he won't be like "this alright?" halfway through. which isn't to say he won't stop if you say it!! he definitely would. he'd put aside all his emotions at once. but these are exactly the kinds of moments that all your safeword and safe-action (is that a word? idk. for when you can't speak ig. like tapping his leg twice or something) are for, when he's grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you until you gag. so he trusts you to use that.

what's very different i think is that when he's angry, he wouldn't necessarily be as keen to eat you out as he is other times. he gets a little selfish, in a sense? not that he won't make out come, but it's more because he can that he does. like sometimes all he'll do is get down on his knees and make you come four, five times until you're crying and begging, but just because he knows he can. usually it's more that he wants you to feel good, but when he's angry, it's more that he needs to prove to himself that he's still got it? maybe something that comes with the age, idk.

also he'd be a lot more into hair pulling, literally all he's doing is grabbing your hair. AND he'd love manhandling you. he's just picking you up and throwing you left and right.

OH AND! angry dbf!jake would go feral for skirts. especially if you're not wearing shorts underneath (or nothing at all). like he's coming home, banging the door shut, not even out of his shoes before he's got you bent over the kitchen table and is running his hand up the inside of your thigh. and if he can bunch up your skirt and there's nothing to pull down anymore? he's done for. he'll make you come on his fingers three times in the middle of his kitchen.

so yeah,,, I don't think he necessarily has different kinks that come out when he's angry, but I do think that some of his... preferences? are multiplied by ten lmao

[yippieitsarvensart]

Tweels hc doodles + notes!

Goodness me, I've not been working on these for very long but here's all of what I've thought of within 2 days of thinking about them!! I basically started writing about them the moment I finished drawing "the fuck you brothers" post (9/24) (and today, 9/26) I totally have been thinking about them more after I wrote all this, so I will be continuing on with my hcs right here, under the cut :3 (keep in mind I have not yet played twst! If I get anything gravely wrong correct me!) (9/28, edit: I downloaded twst y'all...)

Both of the twins are autistic, just being on very different ends of er... intensity? Idk how to word that. I just mean that Floyd is someone who has trouble regulating his emotions and stims a lot. Jade doesn't stim as often, he probably would if he were infodumping about mushrooms/his terrariums or whatever else. I think I mean. That Jade suppressed his autistic tendencies by a lot to seem more like a gentleman, while Floyd doesn't really give much of a shit and probably doesn't even know he's autistic.

on that note they both have ADHD. AuDHD brothers.

Anyways as I way saying abt Floyd stimmies; He stims a LOT. Just, all the damn time. It gets so annoying for a lot of people and everyone knows he can't control it. His clingyness is also stimming, he's very touchy. A lot of stim toys don't actually help him but he does calm down significantly more when he's wearing headphones and listening to loud music. That's what stimulates him the most.

Jade only stims when excited, yeah I mentioned that. But did I mention he also stims a lot when stressed. In front of costumers, if he was stressed he might only fiddle with his fingers behind his back. But as soon as he gets away it's full body stimming time baby. Mans is not okay but he cannot let that mask slip!! (I forgot the word before, but I meant to say in my first dotpoint that jade is better at masking than Floyd!!)

Floyd mcr liker >_< (songs about depression and drugs to think about violence to!) Floyd also likes shit like "41 mins of roblox music" or any spongebob music. skull emoji.

Jade Laufey liker :33 (calm songs to think about violence to!)

Floyd likes dancing around in his room to music. Like really getting into it. Putting one song on loop and doing the same dance moves over and over again. (stimming) (oh my god I'm PROJECTING AGAIN stop....)

Jade likes drawing mushrooms. He's really good at drawing nature and when I say "good" I mean if you looked at it, you'd think it was a picture. Like abnormally good for someone who used to not even have paper available...

I saw this from a moot once on twitter I think, but they both (+ Azul) probably had a hard time adjusting to walking around everywhere instead of swimming when they first came onto land. And I think there was something about holding on to bars on stairs WAYY too tight because they feel so wobbly going up them. Same with like, escalators? and elevators? didn't fucking trust them. And they still don't sometimes... Adding onto this I think that they'd both get really frustrated at first with it. Like genuinely really upset; Floyd dramatically falling to the floor and flailing around on the verge of tears while Jade punches the ground over and over... They obviously got better at land things after a long while but for a bit they were just so. not okay LOL

I think for casual/home clothes they'd both be really into big fluffy jumpers. massive fucking huge fluffy shits. They'd be all over the texture and it would be so so texture /pos drooling emoji

I had a little thing that I thought of where I would give Floyd Heart shaped eye shines PLUS an extra smaller not heart eye shine. And giving Jade a square shaped shine with no extra shines. It just makes so much sense to me. Like I can't explain it very well but if you get it, you get me. Do you get me...

WHICH leads me to say then that when Floyd gets MAD he would have NO eye shines. Do you get me. I totally make sense right/. And Jade getting happy about anything even if it doesn't show on his face it would totally show in his eyes... Which also brings me back to something I wrote in my doodle notes with the pupils being like cats... OUGH I'M GOING INSANE DO I MAKE SENSE

another thing my twt moot said !! Floyd would hate necklaces/rings/other accessories and jewelry! It relates back to my point about Floyd hating the feeling of tight clothes, and things touching his skin too much. I feel like if he had say, a necklace on for like 0.1s he would rip it the fuck off, destroying the necklace in the process

Floyd: :3 (aggressive)

Floyd loving to squeeze people but hurting them is 90% of the time on purpose hurting and 10% accidental hurting and when it IS accidental he gets so upset about it. I like to think Floyd is the more emotional out of the two... just so many emotions in that boy. like he just !! wants to give you love !!! but he's so strong he breaks ur ribs !!!! many of ur ribs!! ur honestly surprised you haven't punctured a lung yet!!!

On that note they BOTH are extremely touch starved. Floyd would fucking LOVE it if someone were to lay down on top of him for hours he would feel so squished!! and warm and nice!! and comfy!

Jade on the other hand, LOVES holding hands. holding ONTO something holding onto someONE.

Jade is a gift giver (love language) I bet you can't guess what Floyd is

His love language is Physical touch. Yeah

Jade getting people way too many gifts when it's a special occasion for them because he thinks they might think it's weird if he gets them a gift on any other day.

Floyd hyperpop liker (just overall really likes loud thrashy music or whatever)

Floyd also really got into those games where you have to beat the shit out of a dummy. He doesn't like ones where you have to TIME a hit to make it work (makes him annoyed bc he can't do it) Games like Pou I think....

While Jade enjoys colour by number or those hue games? just doing it in his free time.

[takeariskao3]

idk guys things are just weird

this is going to be a very chaotic and disorganized Personal Post (sorry in advance)

i know this is silly and i don't owe anyone anything, but i genuinely feel so sad that i don't have anything to contribute or post today on harry's birthday.

something is up with my writing and i can't quite put my finger on it.. harry and ginny are being...very soft and not in a way that is in-character or plot driven. things are just off. all my plans i have in my head are literally flying out the window everytime i sit down to write and i don't trust if it is the right decision for the story or just some weird mood i'm in that's manifesting in a really out of character tone on the page.

i suppose it could be a couple different things. i haven't met with my therapist in two weeks so my brain could just be overloaded with other crap that i need to process and or decompress before my writing thoughts feel organized again.

my husband has been massively stressed out because of many different things going on in his life separate from our family and so i've been going a little over the top trying to be there for him.

our daughter hasn't been sleeping all that well and she's been fighting a virus/cold for going on about two weeks that i think we are finally on the tail end of.

work for me is bleh. i don't enjoy what i'm doing right now. we are in one of those cycles that is all reporting and data entry and retention analysis and its so boring and just not at all what fulfills me from this position. however in the same vein, the semester is right around the corner so it's also the last push to make sure everything is ready to go for when students return to campus.

i killed a spider today which is like a very big deal for me. i am deathly afraid of spiders and my good friends can attest that when confronted with one i dissolve into a lot of screaming and sweating and general panic. so i def think i am experiencing the aftermath of an adrenaline rush even though that was like five hours ago.

all of this is to say, i think i need a break from wips. specifically already gone and the entire the path from you universe. i feel like this past month has just been me forcing something that doesn't need to be forced. i think if i take a step back from both stories, and quit putting so much pressure on myself, my head will clear and things will start falling into place.

this week is @corneliaavenue-ao3's ficfest! and i hope this will be a really good way to bring to life some of these soft moments that keep trying to knock down the door and also keep me in the habit of writing. i don't want to put a timeline on it and somehow set an expectation for myself or anyone else but i'm guessing you can expect a two/three week longer hiatus for those two stories, and you can probably expect a fair amount of random one shots and/or drabbles from me in the meantime.

i'm sorry if this is disappointing, i can promise it is just as disappointing for me. i miss having a clear head and the words flowing effortlessly. i hope someday i get that back, but for now, i'm going to hope a little time away from those plots helps settle the static that lives inside my head.

as always, thanks for reading and understanding <3

[bpdkaiba]

Love, Sex and Foolish Desires

I meant to post this during Pride month but haha things go brrrrrrrr. This is my first hsr proper fic? drabble? Idk.

Tldr; the villain is the Amatonormativity society we live in and how Sampo and Jing Yuan (besties in me and @chaosmax 's opinion) navigate and survive through it.

Sampo slept with many men and women in his life. Whether it was for profit, the pure joy of it or a secret third thing, it ultimately didn't matter. It was expected of him. This persona of a man who could bed anything that walked or talked near him. With a sultry smile, a wink thrown in, he could get anyone he desired.

But… that's not really what he wanted.

The comfort of another body with him, a childish desire to sleep next to someone. That's what he sought after. The comforting warmth of knowing someone would be there should anything happen. A deep trust between two individuals that didn't extend to physical desire (or went beyond that). It wasn't easy to get that in this day and age. 

No matter how much progress the universe went through, some ideas remained instilled in humans. Sleeping with others as a child is seen as cute and innocent. But as an adult…

Are you leading him on?

Either you're fuck buddies or you're not. There's no way two hot guys are just friends.

So when are you putting the moves on him, Koski?

You should've told me you had someone else.

“Sampo, Sampo!”

The thief opened his eyes. He's laying on top of Jing Yuan. A strong arm was holding him close while another was carefully holding his face. “Are you alright?” Concern was written all over his face. Golden hues stared hard. Watching each movement the Fool made.

“I'm… fine.” Sampo finally said, after regaining himself. He removes his body off of the other man. This reveals that the General was partly naked. His chest was exposed with no shirt on. Years of battle detailed on his skin with lacerations and scars. He did wear some loose sweatpants so he wasn't entirely naked.

Unlike Koski. He never liked to sleep with clothes on due to his unusually warm body. He wasn't a nudist however. He did have enough decency to wear underwear while he slept. The Fool makes himself sit at the edge of the bed. Fingers run through his hair. When did he start to sweat?

“You're not.” The bed shifted, and now Jing Yuan was sitting up as well. Worry was dripping from every word he spoke. “What's wrong? You know I can't help you if I don't know anything.”

From the corner of his eye he could see him looking right at him. Still looking worried for the old Fool. “I know you too well to know when something is up. Please, tell me what's wrong.” Then his eyes widened when he felt the General's hand on his bare shoulder.

Touch was something he craved for. That's why he was such a touchy feely person. Within reason of course. When others touch him, the Fool knows it's to get something out of him. Whether it's to slap him to put him in his place or sexual gratification, it was all take, take, take.

Those touches never gave him the comfort he wanted. Yet when Jing Yuan did it… It didn't feel that way. It felt honest like his feelings. The grip on his shoulder was meant to comfort the thief. Bracing him as he had done for his soldiers when they were too scared to go into battle. Or when Yanqing was too nervous for his exams. 

“We should stop this.” 

“Stop what?”

“This.” Sampo gestured at both of them. “It's not… normal.”

“I don't understand. What are we doing that isn't normal?”

Sleeping together Sampo wants to say. Yet he can't find the will to say it. “You're seeing someone, aren't you? I doubt they'd like it if they found out their partner is sleeping around.” 

Jing Yuan blinked. A partner? When did he… “Are you talking about the visit with the other Xianzhou Generals?”

He wasn't but Sampo will roll with it. “I heard one of them was interested in something a bit more than that. If they found out you were with someone, especially someone like me…” his reputation would go down the drain. As well as any romantic prospect. 

“Sampo, you know I'm not interested in such things.” Jing Yuan retorts.

“Well, some people are. And you should be more careful with who you go to bed with.” The Fool begins to rise from the bed only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. It's holding him back, preventing the man from leaving the bed.

“Sampo, what I do in the bedroom is my business.”

“And mine if I'm here in it.”

To this the General concedes. But not before bringing one simple question. “Is being in bed with me a problem, Sampo?”

After a few moments of silence does the thief answer. With a tired and exhausted “Yes.” The hold on his shoulder is released. With the warmth gone, it left him empty. “People are saying we are sleeping together. That I'm doing this to get some sort of favor out of you. The General's concubine, they call me.”

“I see…”

“Real friendships are hard to find in my line of work, Jing Yuan. That's why I treasure this friendship dearly. While you are an attractive man that anyone would be honored to sleep with, I only love you as a good friend or brother would love.”

The feeling was mutual on the General's side. But he could see why the anxiety was building on the thief. “I never assumed you would have slept with me for any reason other than genuine sleep.”

“I didn't either.” Sampo ran his fingers across his hair and laughed. A dry empty laugh.  “When you ignored my advances, I felt relief every time. It meant I didn't have to act more than I had to. But I kept doing it since I was expected to be a flirty man. A degenerate, a con man, a Fool, a—”

“A friend.” Once again a hand goes to his shoulder and gives a comforting grip. “I don't feel uncomfortable with this, nor do I care for baseless rumors. Back when the Quintet was still around, people assumed the same.”

Jing Yuan laughs. “The tales people spun revolving around us was quite fantastical. I should show you some books to show what I mean. However…” The comforting hand leaves him alone. A chill runs down the thief's spine. 

“I won't force you either. If it helps calms your worries, you know where the guest bedroom is.”

Sampo looks over at the General. Tears are forming and he's not sure why. “I— Did I say something wrong?”

“This isn't what I want either!” The Fool shouts.

“Then what do you want?”

“I…” The Fool shifts back over in bed. Before plunging head first into the General's chest. Desperate fingers grip onto the man's back. Clinging as if he'd disappear. “I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to be alone. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

What had Sampo endured to be like this? The man kept wavering between wanting to be a free bird yet tethered to someone. With a sigh, Jing Yuan stroked his back. In soft, soothing circles. Just as he had done for Yanqing when he got scared. “You don't have to decide right now. We can stay like this until you feel ready.”

The Fool wishes he could say he was sorry for being a selfish man. The only sound that comes out of him was a choked gasp.

It still pains the General that for someone like Koski, things like this don't roll off his back. Behind every smile, every laugh, there was that anxiety he failed to see in his dear friend. His hand comes up to stroke the Fool’s hair. Combing through the strands as he let out his cries. Maybe it was age or his own disposition to not caring about such things. But for Jing Yuan, sleeping in bed with someone meant nothing.

Well not nothing. Sleep meant trust in one another. And the act of sex, while highly desirable for most people, wasn't for the General. It seemed like for Sampo, this was the same thing. Though unlike Sampo, Jing Yuan made peace with it. He learned to understand this bit about himself. But for the Fool? Only Sampo had the answer to that.

For now, the only thing Jing Yuan could do is offer comfort and support for his Blue Bird. Until the day Sampo realized his answer.

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

“Be Patient..?”

Warnings: Angst? Idk actually I'm bad at warnings

Words: 704

AN: anonymous asked I just made it a bit my way, tbh I kinda love it, (could be a part 2, of the original, not rlly) <3

You had just gotten your wife back, not knowing how, never asked. Too scared something would happen again.

“Y/n?” she nudges your shoulder. “Um- yeah, what is it?” you ask, taking attention away from cleaning the living room. “Nothing important, you need any help?” she gestures to your cleaning.

You smile, shaking your head. “No I'm fine.” “That wasn't a question. I'm helping you.” you were taken aback, nevertheless letting her help you.

“O...kay.” furrowing your brows, clearing the floor of toys and candy wrappers. “Mama look! Nicky threw up.” Natasha stops helping, running off to the kids room.

You get up, walking to the room. “Here, give him to me Nat.” you cradle the baby, taking a wipe to wipe off his face. “Ali, honey can you get Nicky a shirt please?” “I'll do it.” Natasha hands you one of your sons shirts.

“Thanks..” you take it smiling at her, then changing the baby. “Mommy we have to go gross shopping.” you laugh, correcting her. “Grocery shopping Aliana.” “Ya!” she nods, walking off to some other room.

“I'm going with you.” you button up the baby's shirt, turning to look at your wife. “Natasha, I don't think taking the baby out in public this early would be right, stay with Nikolai at home.” “I don't care, I'm going. With you. I'll call Yelena to watch him.”

Confused, but still not asking. “Alright.. Ali let's go!”

You walk around the store, Aliana running around in front of you, “Aliana don't leave mommy and mama's sight okay?” “Okay!”

“Should we put her in the cart?” you take something off of the shelves, looking at Natasha. “No.. that's fine I trust her.”

“Okay.” she kisses your neck, walking to go see where your daughter went. You eventually find them in the toy section. “Mommy can I get this?” you look at what she's holding. “Ali, sweetie you're gonna lose it as soon as we get in the car, I'm saying no. Ask mama.”

“I'll buy it for her.” she says, putting the toy in the cart. You shrug, going to check out. “Hey there gorgeous, got any plans tonight?” some random guy behind you in the line asks.

... “Detka who's this?” Natasha comes up behind you, pulling a possessive hand to your waist. “I don't know.” the man scoffs, walking away to a different line.

“Don't go anywhere without me Y/n.” she bends down to whisper in your ear. “Yeah– okay.” you squeak out.

At home, you offer Yelena to stay, but she leaves saying her and Kate? have a girls night tonight so she had to go.

You lie in bed, hearing the rooms door open. “My beautiful girl..” Natasha walks up to you, settling down on the bed as well.

“Hi Natty.” you smile at her. She kisses you passionately, cupping your jaw with her hands. “I missed this so much.” she says, in between kisses.

Bringing a hand down, slipping her fingers in between your legs. You moan softly, gripping onto her hair. “Natasha!” she stops, looking at you. “What is it kotenok? Am I hurting you? What's wrong? Tell me.”

You blink, pulling away from her. “What's wrong with you?” she widens her eyes, hesitantly opens her mouth to talk. “I– I can't lie to you anymore can I?”

You back away from her, getting off the bed. “What do you mean Tasha? What lies?” “I'm not from this universe.” you gasp, backing up into the wall.

“Baby don't hate me. Please I can't see you hate me.” you shake your head, processing what she said. “I don't hate you I just–”

“In my universe you and the kids get killed when I'm away on a mission.” she admits, looking at you. “Natasha.. you-” “Please just. Don't. It was my fault I shouldn't have left.” tears escape her eyes, she looks away from you.

You move closer to her, straddling her lap. “Oh.. Natty don't cry. I don't hate you Natasha it wasn't your fault. Please.” you wipe away her tears, taking her face in your hands.

She leans in, kissing you gently. You kiss back, moaning softly. “I love you. So much Y/n.” “Shh.. I know Nat, I love you too.”

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Look After You | For As Long As You Need

What about a spidey fic? I love how you write those. Maybe Peter’s feeling insecure and the Avengers try to help? Idk, it doesn’t matter to me as long as it’s spidey. – anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: injury, bedrest, self-esteem issues, panic attacks

Pairings: none

Word Count: 2225

Recovery is hard.

Not just because broken ribs always suck and even his healing factor has its limits, not just because he's cooped up on bedrest when all he wants to do is crawl on the ceiling and make all of this go away, but because he's still here. In the Avengers' compound and he's not sure what the hell he's supposed to be doing.

"Resting," Yelena says helpfully when he mumbles as much, putting down her crochet project she's been fiddling with on and off for the last few weeks, "you got hurt, Baby Spider, now you get better."

"But I don't just want to lie here! I can still do things!"

"Things that don't involve you challenging Barton to another round of trick shots in the archery range?" She doesn't even look ashamed when he gawks at her. "Barton wants you to get better too, you know. That way he doesn't have to feel bad about beating you soundly."

"He wouldn't."

"Wouldn't what, beat you soundly or wouldn't feel bad about it?"

"Aunt Spider—" Peter is not whining, he is making his voice sound like this on purpose because his ribs hurt— "I don't just want to lie around in bed all day!"

"You could do your homework."

"I've already done all my homework!"

"You could catch up on studying for your tests."

"I don't need to study for those anymore, I basically have all the practice questions memorized. Besides, I'm not supposed to do that for more than four hours a day anymore."

"Oh? Why is that?" He mumbles something under his breath. "What was that?"

"…maybe I stayed up too late and passed out with all of my books."

"Is that all?"

"And spilled coffee and energy drinks everywhere."

"You really aren't helping me beat the rumors that you're my kid," Mr. Stark says, startling Peter while Yelena snickers. He comes into the room and sits on the edge of the bed, ruffling his hair with a comfortable fondness that makes Peter's chest hurt for a different reason. "And that does mean I'll sick DUM-E and U in here to make sure you stay in bed."

"But Mr. Stark—"

"Nope! No buts." He holds up a finger. "Pepper's enforced the no-work-on-bedrest rule enough times that I'm not about to help you break it."

Peter is not pouting, his bottom lip is just bigger than his top one. Exclusively right now. Right now is when that's true. Mr. Stark just sighs and ruffles his hair again.

"Cheer up, kid. We'll order your favorite junk food and binge-watch some awful action movies tonight, okay?"

"Okay, Mr. Stark."

"There's my favorite young adult." He stands, wagging a finger at Yelena too. "You still good for guard duty?"

"That's what I'm here for."

It's probably a joke. It's supposed to be a joke. He's known Mr. Stark and Yelena long enough to know when they're joking. This is, in all likelihood, just a joke at his expense and they're not actually serious about guarding him like he's a prisoner or someone dangerous where they can't afford to have him escape and cause trouble.

So why does Peter feel like he's been shot and stabbed all over again?

He messed up really badly on the last mission. They said they weren't mad, but not being mad didn't mean weren't disappointed and everyone knows that's worse. Maybe that's why they're guarding him. There's been someone in his room pretty much at all hours and he knows he's being watched on the cameras too. Is he being guarded? He's definitely being guarded, and that means they still don't trust him.

Is it because he's so young? Crying all over Yelena and trying to be strong when really all he did was reveal how scared he was and how young—what sort of person couldn't deal with a rightly-earned scolding? Is he really so immature that he can't take something so simple as being told he'd messed up when he knew he did? That probably has something to do with it; they'd seen how truly childish he was when he tried to 'bravely' insist that he's ready to be yelled at—why had he jumped right to the conclusion that he was going to be yelled at? Did he think they were so bad that they'd just go straight to yelling? No questions for his perspective? No consideration for his side of the story? No, he'd just assumed they'd be mad and yell at him and he'd gotten himself all worked up for nothing.

"Peter? Baby Spider?"

He blinks. Oh. He's started crying again. That's embarrassing. He blinks a few more times to clear his vision and sees Yelena staring at him with open concern. He tries to mumble something along the lines of—well, he hadn't actually gotten far enough to decide what it was he was going to say, but instead of words coming out, he just sniffles. She scoots a bit closer, reaching out to check something on the bedside table, and then cards her fingers through his hair. The light tingling sensation feels really good, and it just makes him cry harder.

"Shh, shh, Baby Spider," she's whispering, "what's wrong? Talk to me, tell me what's making you cry."

"'M sorry—"

"No apologies, Baby Spider, remember? I will not abandon you to pain."

And just that, just that memory of all of them being so worried for him, all of them clustered around that hospital bed, is enough to make him feel even worse. Because what right does he have to assume the worst of them? They're the fucking Avengers, who is he to think badly of them?

"Hey, stay with me." The hand in his hair pushes it back from his face. "Stay with me, look at me, that's it—yes, look at me. Peter? Are you here with me?"

"Y-yeah, Aunt Spider, I'm—I'm here."

"That's good. Can you stay with me this time? Can we try?" He nods again. "Good. Now, let's try this again: what's making you cry, Baby Spider?"

He sniffles, trying to focus on her question and not the roiling guilt in his gut or the soft touch of her fingers against his still-tender scalp. "I just want to be able to do things."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? But you didn't do anything wrong!"

"Sympathy, Baby Spider, not remorse." She takes the half-finished crochet animal and boops his nose with its nose. "I've been on bedrest before, it's not fun."

"It's not."

"That's why I'm here to keep you company, hm? So that our Baby Spider doesn't go insane while he can't climb on all the walls and scare us at two in the morning."

"I don't scare you," he replies mulishly, "just Mr. Stark."

"And it's wonderful and I will be uploading that video to YouTube once it gets long enough."

He snorts. "Good luck."

"Thank you." She nudges his cheek this time. "Are you feeling any better? Do you need anything?"

"Will you tell me another story, Aunt Spider?"

"Of course I will."

***

Yelena has to leave before movie night, which means someone else swaps out for guard duty. He hopes it'll be Dr. Banner, maybe he can convince him to talk about work even if they don't actually do anything. Or maybe Rhodey, because then he can just hear all the stories about Mr. Stark when he was younger and getting into trouble.

He doesn't get those. No, instead Captain Rogers comes in with that soft smile and sits down in the chair with a sketchbook and Peter is terrified.

Not because he thinks Captain Rogers would hurt him, no, but because Captain Rogers is Captain Fucking America and he's already fucked up enough in front of him that he probably thinks Peter's awful and too young and too immature and the fact that he's assuming the worst of him right now is only proving him right and he's going to freak the hell out and—

"Hey, hey, sweetheart, look at me."

There's a warm hand on his face. There's another warm hand on his chest. There's a soft voice in his ear. He's gasping and sobbing. When did that happen?

"Eyes on me, Peter," Captain Rogers is saying, and he really should be trying to listen, "that's it, just like that, eyes on me."

"'M here, I'm sorry, I'm here."

"Shh, shh, it's okay, sweetheart." Oh, god, not the pet names. "You're doing so well. Just keep breathing and keep your eyes on me, okay? Just look at me."

He keeps talking, keeps talking in that really low comforting voice that all superheroes need to have for when they talk to civilians, and Peter's not sure why that's twisting in his gut the same way the panic was earlier, but now his stomach is aching and he thinks he must mumble something about it because then one of his big warm hands slides down and he's about to protest but he rubs a soft, slow circle into the tender skin and it shuts him right up. It's just like him: gentle but insistent, and Peter's crying like a baby again because he's being so nice and Peter's being so mean to him.

"You're not being mean to me, sweetheart," he soothes, looking so distraught that Peter thinks he's being bad, "you're just crying. That's okay."

"N-no, I'm—I keep thinking you're—that I'm—"

"That you're what," he prompts gently when Peter shakes his head furiously, refusing to finish his sentence, "that you're what, Peter?"

"It's nothing."

"It's made you panic and hurt," comes the soft correction, "that's not nothing."

"It's stupid."

There's a pause, during which Peter's brain does its best to panic again, but then Captain Rogers is turning his face toward his with a terribly soft look on his face and that hand on his stomach is still soothing away the fear before it has time to form and he's going to cry all over both of them again.

"I know you're scared," he murmurs, "I know you're hurt. I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not going to be mad at you, I'm not going to kick you out of here or anything like that. You're one of us, kid, and we care about you. Not just because you're an incredible hero, but because you're a good kid. You're our good kid, no matter how much Tony and Nat and Yelena try to monopolize you. You're our Peter Parker, and we're here for you. Not just as Spider-Man, but for you."

…well, fuck.

"Is that it?" His face falls when Peter just nods frantically. "Oh, kid…I can't hug you right now, but—no, okay, we're gonna make this work. Come here, lift your head up…"

He slides one arm under Peter's head and shoulders, leaning over the bed and bringing him into a slightly awkward cuddle, but it's still a cuddle and Peter's crying all over again because Captain Rogers is trying to cuddle him because he's upset.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," he's whispering, "I'm right here, sweetheart, everything's gonna be okay."

"What did you do to my Baby Spider?"

"Shh, it's just Nat, it's okay." He turns over his shoulder. "I'm giving him a hug because he's scared and upset, if that's alright with you."

"Why is my Baby Spider upset?" She comes around to the other side of the bed, letting out a quiet noise and wiping a tear from his cheek. "What did Steve do?"

"N-nothing, nothing, he didn't do anything wrong, please—"

"Now look what you've done," Captain Rogers says, but he's still speaking softly, like it's just a joke, and he's pulled in for a kiss on the forehead, "you're making him more upset."

"Oh, Baby Spider, it's okay, we're just playing. You're okay, you're okay…" She picks up his hand and kisses his knuckles. "What's got you all upset today?"

"Jus' being stupid."

"No," Captain Rogers corrects, still soft, still gentle, "try again, sweetheart."

The lump in his throat won't go away. "'M scared that you're gonna—that 'm gonna lose this."

"Lose what, Baby Spider? Us taking care of you? Us caring about you?" How does she do that? "Oh, Peter, no. You're stuck with us forever."

"You don't have to threaten him, Nat."

"Is that what you think my threats sound like, Rogers?"

Peter laughs. It's more of a sob than a laugh and he's definitely still crying, but it is a laugh. And he almost wants to laugh again at how quickly the two of them melt. Captain Rogers keeps rubbing his aching stomach and Ms. Romanoff starts playing with his hair again and his eyes get heavy before he can even think about it too much. "We still—'re we still movie night?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, we're still on for movie night. You gotta stay awake long enough to tell Tony what you want for dinner, though."

"FRIDAY knows."

"Oh, she does, does she?"

"Peter has already informed Mr. Stark that the Number 12 meal has been requested."

"How many of those do you two have?"

"…'bout 30 I think?"

"Oh, Baby Spider, don't ever change."

[haleigh-sloth]

Okay, cool! I wanted to make it was okay before I sent you any questions regarding the new chapter.

After this week's chapter, how are you feeling with the new circumstances? Do you think the new crying character is Tenko?

At the very end, we see Endeavor in front of the glass window with presumably Touya inside. It's good to see that Endeavor is keeping his promise of watching Touya.

I feel like Touya is at a safe point in the story, I can't imagine him dying. I am sure Touya is here to stay.

Regarding pretty much all the other villains, I'm 0% worried about them. Honestly. Even with the shell shock of what's going on with Tenko right now, I'm still just not worried. At all.

Tenko---I 100% HOPE it's him. I am also fairly convinced it's him. The only reason I cannot fully commit is just because of my trust issues right now, that's it.

But honestly, IF Hori was going to bring him back, this would be the best way to do it imo.

I think the fact that Deku was feeling depressed about the outcome with Tenko means that he'll do something to rectify that. Tenko wandering the streets right now? Alone? History repeating itself? It's almost too perfect of a set up for Deku to find him (instead of someone demented like AFO) and help him. That would not only be a solid showing of how Deku intends to stop history from repeating itself, but also fix the fact that he's unhappy with how things turned out before (I will wait to say my complaints about his characterization being dead in the water until the very end, though I am not super convinced Hori can redeem himself on THAT front). It would put the main character on par with the other two kids who saved their villains without killing them.

For reasons related to Tenko--I think this thread gives the best rationale as to why it would be/could be/should be Tenko. I do think the elephant in the room was "what the fuck is he gonna do about his physical body that's fucked all kinds of up from the inside out". We all sat with the potential for rewind to come into play. Right now, it's really looking like Kurogiri had some role in saving parts of Tomura's physical body at the last second and the other half of decay (which was very intentionally revealed right before he was punched to dust) putting him back together. And honestly, ik people are arguing that "the nose and eye shape are different!" and honestly who fucking cares. IF this character is in fact Tenko, it DOES make sense that he'd look different. The four bloody fingers, the covering of his mouth, the tears, the black shaggy hair, (the skinny bony ankles lmao), it just feels a little too on the nose to not be Tenko? I am convinced, but just with caution.

Then there's the whole "turn a minus into a 0" with Mirio, looking back at the chapter title "the story of how we all became heroes part minus 1". It's just...yeah idk. It all feels a little too perfect to just throw away.

Then there's the lack of closure and follow up on Spinner from the war, and we don't know if Deku delivered the eerie message (implying that Tomura still views Tomura as separate from who he is at his core because Tomura wanted to destroy until the very end). There's Kurogiri's last (possibly last? not sold on his death either but less invested in his return) words about how his friends are waiting for him, that also received no follow up. I don't believe Hori put those things in there to just move on and pretend they never happened. Tomura also said the villains need a hero of their own, which yes, but they also needed heroes who weren't gonna destroy things they cared about. And he needs to be around to see that none of them really want or need total destruction. It's just very unfinished.

Over all, I (and many others) have felt so weird about the last few chapters. They have felt so disconnected from the rest of the manga and from everything Horikoshi has written in the past and even in this manga. I'm kind of just settled on the very very likely and real possibility that Hori is doing this on purpose so he can get one last good GASP out of all of us and laugh maniacally about it from his stupid little manga studio. Fuck that guy. Respectfully.

That being said, if things don't go this way, I'm prepared. But I'll continue to hope for the best.

[plscallmeeren]

S A C R I F I C E

Hermione Jean Granger x Reader

Request: yep

Summary: you've been friends with the trio since first year (they defended you as Draco mocked your father's death at the hands of Bellatrix). You and Hermione became girlfriends in 4th year after the Triwizard tournament

This starts after Harry has told them about what he needs to do etc (you are stressed so Hermione tries to make it all better iykyk) and later an interesting series of events follows the Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: Swearing; death; injury; magical strap-on with sperm kinda thing idk (r receiving); fisting (H receiving); biting

Word Count: 2.7K+

You slouched on the couch in Gryffindor common room, picking at your fingernails as your mind sucked all the energy out of your living body.

This was big. This would change everything. Things had no business changing. Not now. Not yet.

Hermione sat down beside you slowly, leaning into the curve of your body. You sighed gently, reciprocating the pressure.

"We can do this," she whispered, hardly a breath's worth of effort to move something heavier than iron.

"I know. I do. I just... since my dad-"

"I know," she replied softly. You were inexplicably thankful that she wasn't trying to convince you not to come if she was, considering it would have been pointless. "Come on, let's go."

"Where are we going?" you asked bleakly, letting her drag you up the stairs to her dormitory. "Why?"

"Just trust me," she insisted, shutting the door firmly once you arrived, followed by a very suspicious locking spell, an even more suspicious Muffliato and a screaming Silencio.

You knew where this was going.

"'Mione, I appreciate this, but I don't think it's the time-"

She shushed you, pressing a finger to her lips before disappearing into the bathroom. You sighed. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy sex and obviously looked forward to it, it was just... you felt too worried to give anything else much energy or attention.

You sat down on Hermione's bed, crossing your legs as you stared at the Hollyhead Harpies poster on the opposite wall.

Oh, Harry.

The door to your left opened, and your jaw dropped. There she stood, your gorgeous woman, dressed in crotch-less lingerie that was lacy from the underbelly of her cleavage right down to her hips, only interrupted by some stark black lines of ribbon.

Sex was starting to sound better already.

"You really gonna keep your legs crossed?" she asked, sounding sultry and put out simultaneously.

"Hell, no," you chuckled, spreading your legs over the edge of the bed and licking your lips playfully. "You need some help there?"

"No," she said smugly, making your brows shoot skyward. "I thought considering you usually pleasure me, we should switch things up a little... I wanna give you some comfort."

You simply smirked, awaiting her as she placed the needle on the record player and let it start. Swooning soul music crooned the sway of her hips as she somewhat awkwardly sauntered in your direction.

Hermione sat down on your lap, facing you, pressing her breasts up against your own as you breathed a little heavier, enjoying the sensation of her fingers tracing - tracing everything, everywhere, desperate for something perhaps beyond your mortal body.

"Love, I need-," you started, but she cut you off with a kiss, a mourning drama of lips and promises.

"Take your shirt off. For me."

You complied easily, stripping yourself of all but vulnerability. She rolled her hips against your crotch, extracting a moan through your bound mouth.

Hermione took her time unbuttoning your pants until they were bunched around your ankles. Her teeth grazed your collarbone, pulling at your skin like a faraway pinch.

"I can't do this as well as you," she murmured, still moving languidly to match the music.

"Let me show you." Your own teeth attacked the plush of her cleavage, biting down roughly and licking along the damage with an ironic tenderness that made her moan loudly.

"Yeah, that," she replied breathlessly, diving back into your kiss with just a tad more longing. Purple marks were scattered over her white flesh. "I learned a spell..."

"Yeah?" At this point she was basically humping on your bare thighs.

She retrieved her wand from the bedside table beside her (you hadn't noticed her place it), teasing you as she waved it around indefinitely before pointing it at her pussy. You watched, spellbound, as a sort of cock grew on her - not attached to her skin, but somehow different to the so-called dildos she had told you existed in the muggle world.

"It's called a squirting strap-on. Only it feels more real this way," she whispered, pressing her hard toy against your abdomen before directing it with her own hand towards your entrance. "Lie down."

You did as she asked, lying on the soft bed as she pushed into you, making you groan.

"Fuck," you panted, watching as she disappeared into your cunt again and again. "It feels really damn good, 'Mione."

She simply nodded, concentrated on the swing of her hips to the beat of the swooning music. Her crotch rubbed against your clit by extension, creating friction that formed your mouth into an 'o' shape.

"You ready?" she whined, apparently enjoying everything just as much. You nodded. Presently, hot cum filled you up to the brim, Hermione pulling out wearily as her toy vanished into thin air.

"I think I've gotta pay you back, love."

Hermione grinned as you clambered over the bed weakly to lie over her instead. She gasped as two of your fingers toyed with her pussy, curling inside her as she writhed.

"Oh, Merlyn, (y/n)-" She interrupted herself with an unhinged moan, hips bucking up against your hand as you added another two fingers, your thumb circling her clit. You had to hold her hips down with your other hand so that she'd lie still.

"Be as loud as you like, hon'," you murmured, cherishing her pornographic whimpers and moans. She clenched around your fingers so tightly you wondered whether you could escape, but somehow you managed to thrust in and out of her continuously.

"Oh, Merlyn, oh God, oh-"

Finally you added even your thumb somehow into her tight and pulsing cunt, pressing your entire fist against her walls. She screeched, but no complaint followed as she whined.

You could feel her clenching around you convulsively, shoulder blades cutting into the mattress beneath her with all her will.

"Cum," you ordered softly, and your hand came shooting out just as she did. You looked down at the bed, covered in an entourage of slick.

She groaned, rolling over on the bed and nodding at you to get off so that she could lift the cover. You both rolled under, naked bodies pressed up against each other in something at least as intimate as your previous activity.

"We can do this," she whispered, curling into your embrace even further.

"I know. I never doubted it."

•••

some time later, at the Battle of Hogwarts

Oh hell, no.

You stood close to the door of the Room of Requirement, desperately trying to keep your way out unoccupied.

Hermione, Harry and Ron stood further off, opposite that damn Malfoy, Crabbe and Zabini, who until then, you hadn't even minded.

Times were changing.

You had been too far away to hear the preceding conversation, but it didn't seem to be going particularly well. Great pillars of fire loomed over piles of stuff, taking on shapes of almost mythologically suited faces.

They were looking for something, that much you could see. Brooms, maybe? Oh, Hermione. Why had you ever let you both get into this mess? Why didn't you take the chance when you had it and stayed at that beautiful, godforsaken river you both loved so much? Was there any scenario in which you didn't both end up here? You wanted it. You wanted it bad.

But there was no point grieving for a reality you might never have achieved in the first place. You held the door behind you open, ready for them to come, to fly, to walk, to flee, for this to finally all be over-

A gloved hand grabbed you from behind, its iron grip catching you off guard as it flung you back into the regular old corridor.

Everything spun. This wasn't supposed to happen. Hermione was still inside. Who...?

"We meet again," someone spoke softly, and next thing you knew it was all dark.

You struggled against whoever had their hands clasped around you, the frayed blinding spell cast upon you ridding you of all sense of direction while abiding enough frustration to afford a scream. The steel grip tightened even further.

"Let me go! You've gotta be fucking joking, at least give me a chance at a fair fight-"

A harsh slap across the face shut you up, but no one could steal away your grimace or your ferocious jaw.

Eventually someone lifted the spell - although by then you had been dragged over seven types of undergrowth and rubble - giving you little time to adjust to your surroundings. The nearest thicket of forest trees loomed behind you; towering trees so close together they looked like one.

They were, however, not exactly your priority.

Before you stood Bellatrix - familiar with her wild hair, wild eyes, wild gestures - the woman solely responsible for the death of your ‘blood traitor’ father. She tried to laugh, you thought, but it came out a choked cackle.

“Lookie, lookie, who do we ‘ave ‘ere? Come to join daddy,” she sang, approaching in a sort of drunken strut.

You tried to move. It wouldn’t help. You didn’t have a wand on you anymore. You couldn’t outrun magic. Behind you, someone cast the body-binding hex.

You simply lay there, watching as grinning, malicious, dangerous Bellatrix pointed her wand to her throat before speaking. The mocking sound reached into your head, slithering and oozing right where you couldn’t touch it. “Miss Granger… we would be pleased to meet you at the edge of the forbidden - no, what’s this nonsense? - legitimate forest. Then again, if you are not so pleased, I recommend you invest in a coffin. You’ll need one either way, only…”

She looked you in the eye, a smirk curling at her lips. “Will it be yours or (y/l/n)’s? The choice is yours.”

No. No. No. She couldn’t do this. Hermione wouldn’t come. Right? Hermione was the most clever person this side of Diagon Alley. She wouldn’t come for you. Surely…

Time passed slowly. Excruciatingly slow. You thought it would help if you listened to Bellatrix and Lucius’ conversation, but none of it helped. It was all catching up on who was dead already, and that was about the opposite of what you needed to hear right then.

Just when you were inwardly beginning to melt with relief, she appeared.

Bloodied, determined, bruised, beautiful.

You hated her for coming. You also loved her for it, but that part of you was significantly outweighed.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” she asked frantically, only then realising you couldn’t answer. She turned on Bellatrix, who was looking all too smug.

Hermione fired a spell at her - you couldn’t tell which - but it was easily reflected. Instead, Lucius took over, parrying with Hermione skilfully, neither of them taking a blow or giving one.

Harry appeared on the horizon of your vision, thoroughly panicked. You wondered how Hermione had escaped his and Ron’s sight.

Bellatrix looked down at you, a woozy smile playing at her features as she mouthed at you: “The final hit.”

You wanted to scream. Inside, you were. Oh, this cursed hex, you needed to do something! Harry, anyone!

But before Harry could arrive, Bellatrix lifted her hand and green shot out of it.

Hermione crumpled. She may have fought, though she knew what coming meant, but they hadn’t even bothered to pick you up off the floor or hold a knife to your neck.

Hermione fell. She had done it for you. Not a tear in her eye. Although, maybe you couldn’t tell, the way your vision swam.

Hermione was dead. What had happened to Bellatrix saying you wouldn’t get hurt if she sacrificed herself? What more could she have done to hurt you?

Hermione ended. That was that, you supposed.

•••

When you woke, you were somewhere else. And you could move.

Although weak from inner turmoil, you stood up, turning to see Harry, gasping and panting as he had just dragged you up multiple flights of stairs. You were sick of being dragged.

And then it came back to you. Gushes and streams of dread finding you like water in a desert, completing your miserable state. You almost howled in pain, but Harry clapped a hand over your mouth. Up the stairs, others were fighting. Harry didn’t look too good himself.

“Merlyn, did she actually-“

He nodded tightly. “Yeah. Bellatrix was so happy she literally flew past me and I managed to take Lucius out. She’s still somewhere in the castle. I can’t believe-“

He cut himself off, but you knew just as well what he had wanted to say. You nodded. It should have been anyone else.

You clambered off into a different passageway, eventually arriving at the great hall, which was weighed down by nothing short of disarray. Dead bodies lay everywhere while barely living ones fought standing over them. You couldn’t bare looking.

That is, until you saw Hermione.

Hermione was alive.

Hermione was fighting.

“Harry,” you said shakily, pointing at her unsurely, “did you leave Hermione behind at the forest? We’re- We’re sure she…”

“Yes,” he managed, eyes wide as he watched her fencing with none other than Bellatrix, both of them putting up an enthusiastic fight.

Your mind whirled. It made no sense.

Green began flashing between them as you and Harry hurried over to help - whether it was Hermione or not, anyone who fought Bellatrix was a friend.

She barely dodged, standing precariously as she sent back her own flash of green accompanied by Crucio.

Bellatrix hissed, waving her wand in a very complicated movement before sending a large snake flying in Hermione’s direction. She watched it in glee, too caught up in its sudden disappearance to see Hermione’s next spell coming. You had seen her mouths shape the words Avada Kedavra. You saw Bellatrix freeze, then fall. You saw Hermione turn and meet your gaze, saw her bound towards you now that you had stopped running. What did you care if you were still surrounded by oncoming and lasting death? And yet, somehow, you were surprised when she was in your arms, there, undeniably herself.

Hermione, alive.

“Oh, Merlyn, I thought- How- I saw- I mean-“

She chuckled, tugging you slowly in the safest direction possible, Harry following. “I did, (y/n). I died. But I was at this weird train station then, and it was all white, and Tonks was there for some reason - I don’t know, not like she’s dead, but maybe she’s just who I needed to see at the time.”

You nodded, still following somewhat.

“Anyway, and she told me that because I had died in sacrifice and love I was still so bound to the living, to you, that I could decide where I wanted to go. And, well, I figured you weren’t quite done with me yet.”

You laughed. “That’s so fucking trippy, hon’. I’m so fucking grateful.”

You were in a corner now, further away from all others. You smiled at each other, giddy with happiness, pressing your foreheads together. Harry was a forgotten variable in the background.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“I love you so much. I mean, otherwise I’d be dead, right? (Y/n)…Will you marry me?”

You choked on tears. It was too much emotion. First she was dead and then she was asking you to be with her forever.

“Of course,” you whispered.

“I don’t have a ring.”

“Seriously, Hermione, I couldn’t possibly care less. We’ll buy something later to pass on to the kids. We’ll live on the river.”

She laughed. All was perfect in the world.

[amourtoken]

ari and spanking are heavy on the mind right now and I'm about to start howling at the damn moon like a werewolf...ALSO i've been thinking about going to New Orleans for the first time with him and he's just showing you around all over the place.

LAST THOUGHT BEFORE I SHUT UP FOREVER I SWEAR...expanding on the fact that Ari is possessive do we think his dirty talk/general language would reflect that...and trust he fully knows that he's a lucky fucker to be able to have u by his side but his annoyed attitude is hard to ignore when some ppl don't know how to compliment you without doing too much for his liking

PLEASE DONT SHUT UP PLS PLS PLS COME BACKKKK my asks are always open for u bb hand over ur thoughts 😭 (also pls God idk how to get around I'd need so much help he'd have to show me if I went)

Ari is one of those people where all of his emotions are immediately displayed on his face or in his body language and he really can't hide it when he's bothered. When you get all dressed up for a G59 party and someone can't keep their comments to themselves at the event, they definitely see and hear how he feels pretty quick. He doesn't mind a quick compliment cause you deserve it! You're gorgeous, your makeup is so pretty and your dress fits just right, yes absolutely you deserve to be told how pretty you are but when another guy is staring you down like you're a piece of meat and can't keep his mouth shut after the first compliment, the grace period ends.

Ari wraps an arm around your waist tightly and puts on this sarcastic ass fake smile,

"Sorry to steal my girl from you, but thanks for keeping her company."

He tries to not embarrass you or anything but he's not above stealing you away from a conversation and outright stating his intentions to the person you were talking to if they were a Lil too friendly. Graphically describing whatever he plans on doing to you the second you two get home to YOUR house, cause you're HIS. He'd also for sure break up a conversation by just walking up and pulling you into a messy kiss right in front of the other guy but you're not complaining by any means, happy your boyfriend swung in to save you from the awkward interaction.

Tbh you barely go out anywhere without some kind of proof of ownership if that makes sense, some kind of necklace with his initial or ring on your finger. If it isn't physical jewelry it's poorly hidden hickeys and bruises that are in just the right spots to be obvious if you're looking in the wrong place. Ari never really lets you entirely out of his sight either, just in case. He trusts you but not the fucking dog ass men around (excluding people in his direct circle like Scott cause he actually has some decorum thank god)

the second you two can leave, it takes an act of God for him to not drag that dress up your hips and fuck you in the backseat before you even get home but he really tries to restrain himself. 100% drives with a hand on your thigh tracing circles on the skin and squeezing on occasion to keep your attention on him. Once you ARE home then he can do whatever he wants so brace yourself lol.

His entire goal during all of this is to make it beyond clear who you belong to, and it's damn near the only thing coming out of his mouth while he's bending you over the nearest flat surface and grinding himself against your ass.

"Fuck baby- so fuckin' happy you're mine. Only mine, always- say it."

"My baby looks so fuckin' pretty like this...'m so lucky..."

he only pulls back to slap your ass and leave red welted handprints all over the soft skin. It's not really something someone else could see but this is for him. Plus, the pretty sounds you make are better than any drug to him. He's definitely into spanking but like more for the visuals rather than anything, only stopping when you could literally read his palm off your ass. He just needs to remind you who you belong to as if him sinking into you balls deep in a single thrust and wrapping an arm around your throat wasn't a good enough indication on its own.

He absolutely punctuates his thrusts by growling possessive shit in your ear.

"Mine. Mine. M-mine- fuck- pussy so fuckin' good- all fuckin' mine-"

"God I'm so fuckin' lucky- shit- you feel so good baby"

[quietbluejay]

Bluejay Reads Samples: Vengeful Spirit

on the one hand, it's graham mcneill on the other hand, he managed most of angel exterminatus okay on the other other hand, it's graham mcneill writing my blorbo i do not TRUST him

lol oh you're QUOTING SOLZHENITSN ARE YOU???

some meandering on all the old gods being dead

Horus as JRPG protagonist the dead are screaming and horus is the only one who can hear them

now over to a smaller horus POV

i guess it's too grim now

oh hi Falkus, been a while

ohh boy things have changed

that's his sword name?? snrk but also kind of ouch?

owo immaterial flesh, wait does this take place after Angel Exterminatus?

this is positively restrained for McNeill also yes it does take place after AE

owo wait "recent hurts" what have you been up to???

was fulgrim on the shorter end before? if so this is funny

horus: yeah so like is perturabo still alive fulgrim: he's alive, idk and idc what he's doing

oooooof Mortarion:

he's right you know mortarion: you of all people talking about keeping your word…… is there something specific he's referring to

he's been possessed by Tokiomi and Risei!!

i guess that's. logical.

new chapter and we're over at terra

are you people unfamiliar with the concept of orbital bombardment. i hate to say it but, dorn was right here

"noble savage"

Russ?? choosing to not follow an order and burn a planet? is this the character development i heard about

…no an executioner kills an opponent who has been rendered helpless the executioner lands the last blow after judgement oh hey Loken, been a while

here we go again

why do i have the feeling that these two don't get along ...very petty oooo spooky memory editing

lmao SHADRAK INTERRUPT whoever this dude is why do i feel like he might be another blorbo for my friend Horus POV …McNeill I am giving you this chance, do not squander it

TAKE A SHOT

for a change it's about Fulgrim not Horus (...there's something unkind about Fulgrim's writing here that I can't put my finger on and I don't know if it's my imagination or not)

Horus repeatedly thinks "I should be dead" ah he's aware of his own plot armour!

throwing your FREAKING SCYTHE always works i guess

…huh there's still enough of Horus left to care about his brothers Mortarion finally got a hug! I mean he had to get turned into a prick and pounce embroidery pattern transfer first plus dragging an entire helicopter via scythe (which I think is what happened though I'm adding this comment in later so I don't remember) but also this whole sequence felt like a dnd encounter also Russ wants Loken to help him kill Horus so that's the sample unfortunately, i want to know more

[vlovebug]

yes, another hcs page I'm sorry I just can't stop 😥

beware grammar mistakes ╯︿╰

val alone hc:

he gets bitchy when someone tells him what to do

he can tell a medical emergency is going to happen (serves dog behavior)

he carries things that may help someone with a disability but never medications that need to be prescribed by a doctor ofc (pots, diabetes, seizures, etc.)

he has medical knowledge ( why do i keep bringing this one up)

likes to sharpen his nails

has knifes in his shoes ( why? idk)

sometimes he talks and just can't stop (real)

sometimes talking takes too much energy ( real)

he's a bit sadistic ( only if it's asked of him)

he expects rough touches after soft ones

he shares the most gruesome facts ever ( best ways to get to the heart, how to gut someone or something, etc.) (he and spelldon work well for each other for a reason)

bc we don't know his dad, I'm saying he never existed ( gift from Eros or just pop in his mom's womb one day) ( holy mary that you?)

he's a great hunter ( bat)

I feel like if a kid likes him he lets them hang off of him

he doesn't bite when he's a bat, it's more like making a paper cut with his nails and drinking from it.

human children scare him, they're just so fucking mean T_T

he has a blanket hoodie that covers 70% of his body ( they're so comfy)

his body takes on the temperature of the climate around him ( dead bodies do this) yet he's always on the colder side ( 50-50 chance I'm keeping this hc)

hes a slut for pumpkin pie

Demisexual and intersex? ( all of Eros's creations are intersex in my eyes/ incubus or succubus)

doesn't know how to tie a tie to save his life.

his body doesn't build muscle but he is strong

will eat lemons like people eat oranges

vampires can't gain or lose weight ( or get taller unless it's from a spell or something) he's the same weight and height as when he died (idk where I was going with this....)

he walks away to not punch someone when they make him mad ( idk if I said this or not) (now that im looking back this... this ones stupid)

he stares at people but doesn't realize it

he only writes with the pen/cil between his pointer finger and middle finger ( I do this sometimes and it feels great )

this is an explanation for the height I gave Valentine (5'2), in 800 ad ( yes 800 it's the closest I could find to 410ad leave me alone.) the average height for males was 167cm( 5'4) to 173cm (5'6) and I think he's a little under the percentile for his age group back in ad ( this doesn't make sense does it), so I put him in 5'2-5'3 without heeled shoes on because of this. ( if the height percentiles for 800 ad are wrong let me know I just used Google so idk if it's right or not)

he wears contacts ( is he blind ? We will never know.)

he laughs at people who say pink is only for girls

he took a liking to a human once, and they died. big sad

Don't play hide and seek with him.

he is oblivious when he's around someone he trusts, he doesn't do it on purpose it just kinda happens (for example is paying attention to his surroundings) so there's a bunch of safety stuff on shit so he doesn't hurt himself or brake anything ( this was the explanation for the one hc I made with spelldon)

Don't make bets with this man. he will win every time. ( he's made people go broke bc of how competitive he gets.

has a great poker face

hes related to cupid but doesnt know how

he wears underclothing everyday and night ( he's modest ig) ( ignore my old art bc of this :D)

hes scared of kismet (fate or destiny)

mad val is very rare and the reason is cus he's scary af

has a harder time getting over baby gates even tho he can fly ( he forgets )

his nails and teeth can detract and attract ( like enid's from Wednesday)

can be summoned by a summoning circle

He is part incubus but doesn't do sexual favors cus ew ( 50% vampire, 50% incubus)

He's an enigma

His bat form is a fruit bat :D

He can't eat if somes around him

spelldon alone hc:

he wears alot of snake jewls

can't STAND fake friends

he's got RBF ( resting bitch face)

he judges people by accident and makes a face every time, Val called it the face of judgment ( I can't think of a name for it :()

has a great poker face

gay and demisexual

turns people into animals on purpose

he can be extermly cruel.

likes holding hands

very touchy

him and his sister act like its.giz on tiktok ( i think) ( outside source wow )

they like harassing each other in stupid ways

she has pushed him down the stairs more times than he can count

has actually really soft and gentle with the innocent

he likes to admire val when he zoned out cus he wont get yelled at for staring

He is competitive but not as much as Val

he is full god ( i say he is but idk if his dad was god or not, so fuck it)

he uses his hands and magic more in fights than actual weapons

he finds it amusing that people forget how much monsters are monsters till they get like scared ( no Brittny you can't fix him he eats people.)

he has certain things he lets no one touch, not even val

spelldon is like 6'0-6'3 because hes the son of a goddess ( or two depends) so he got them good-good genes. ( give)

he tigtens jar on purpose cus he forgets that val is also strong and can open anything, so he gets sad when val opens shit he tightens cus he wanted to open it for him ( loser )

somehow always has a book on him, no clue where he puts it.

his hair is in either dreads or twists ( I know dreads are kinda of like twists but they stay that way but idk how that works:,0)

piercings galore (def has snake bites + tongue)

steps over baby gates but sometimes trips

has a pet snake

SPELLTINE:

Val has a garden that has pretty much all of the herbs and funus that spell needs for spells or potions

they can carry each other pretty easly

they both have quite places where they go when they need personal time

spell has a shit ton of piercings ( as i said earlier), val doesn't but he wears more jewelry that can be slipped off ( rings, bracelets, necklaces , etc.)

they make things for eachother

val likes grabbing spell and taking him really high into the air and dropping him and grabbing him before he hits the ground ( with permission and a heads up ofc)

They are smart until they're together then they turn stupid

BC spell can see Kismet and such, he tells very veg ones to Val if he's like extremely panicked

they both get moonstruck

misanthropy. both of them.

they cover the table's sides so the other doesn't hit their head when they get something under them

spell with do anything Val tells him to ( within reason ofc, but he really does always say yes)

val teaches spell how to certain weapons but gets confused why he goes all red

val once got the folded test paper of doom and spell laughed at his face then he got the folded test paper of doom then it was vals turn to laugh at him.

spell keeps a drawing of val on him cus he cant get a photo

they played hide and seek once. spell said never again.

they throw water on each other when stressed ( cold water to the face helps calm someone down cus its cold, google it I cant explain)

val likes to climb up spells shirt while being a bat, it freaks spell out cus he cant find him then boom something ice cold is claiming up his back

olive theory, spell like them val doesn't

picky eater and the one who eats what they give them, spell is the one that eats the stuff val gives him

spell holds vals blood bags to that they warm up, his body temp is high af

parts of them glow in the dark ( eyes, vals body markings, certain pricing of spells glow in the dark, vals nails {dont ask why I've come to this conclusion I just did})

compliments that actually seem more like insults to others

disturbing insults

If they share meals they eat in different rooms

( I'm so sorry this is so long, it was supposed to be three different posts)

[azurdlywisterious]

Strange Is The Night Where Black Stars Rise...

AN: I teased in my last post about Harvey that I wanted to give her a backstory as to how she got those scars (plus I really wanted to write some friendly banter). (Sir vs. the mojave will be next dont worry)

Word count: 1k (hence the read more)

CW: injury mention, blood mention, [idk if theres anything else i should put here so lmk if theres another one i should add]

The raider punk I decided to trust today turns the mic off for the night as I drag a dirty mattress up the stairs for him. I'm not really worried about him raiding my place because I don't really have anything worth raiding. I take off my gas mask and set it down on the floor of the unfinished second level of my base.

"Hey, thanks for letting me crash here, by the way," he tells me again, fidgeting with his hands as he talks.

"No problem," I respond. "It's not much, but you certainly can't beat that view."

I sit down on the unfinished ledge and stare at the amusement park across the road. The raider punk sits down next to me, still flicking his fingers nervously.

"I never did catch your name," he remarks sheepishly.

"It's Harvey," I tell him.

"Like a Harvey Wallbanger?" he chuckles.

I smile so wide the scars on my cheeks ache a little. "You're not gonna believe what my legal last name is."

He covers his mouth to stifle a laugh. "No fucking way."

"My parents certainly had a sense of humor."

I should email my mom. Let her know I found that park she went to all the time when she was a kid.

"Something wrong?" he asks me.

"Nothing to worry about," I tell him flatly. "I don't think I ever caught your name either."

"You didn't," he replies cheerily. "Most people just call me Punk cause that’s my codename."

"I mean, if that's your codename, that's your codename," I quip, paraphrasing some old Western my dad showed me years ago.

"Next time you go out you should see if you can find any orange juice," he tells me after thinking for a while.

I snort. "Any orange juice I find is gonna be irradiated to hell. You know that, right?"

"We'll just mix some Rad-X in. That should neutralize the radiation."

I roll my eyes jokingly. "Oh, yeah. Totally. And are you gonna get the vodka?"

“You’ll probably have to get the vodka too.”

I laugh. “So what are you gonna do?”

“Mix the drinks together when you get back with the components, duh!”

“Well,” I continue, “if I ever find any hella irradiated orange juice, I’ll bring it back to base.”

We sit in silence some more as the sun goes down. I absentmindedly run my thumb over one of the jagged scars by my mouth. Mom would sometimes show me pictures of the gala she and my Dad would go to at Camden Park when all the rides were lit up and everything was sparkly and bright. I want to fix this old park up for her. My mom and dad deserve one last good gala with the park lit up after everything that happened.

"So..." Punk pauses; and I know exactly what he's going to ask next. "What happened? I mean, how did you get those scars?"

I don't respond immediately. I always have to take a second to remember the event, and brace for the person who asked me to not believe me.

"Sorry, sorry," he backpeddles, wringing his hands like he's trying to squeeze the blood out of them. "I shouldn't've asked."

I wave him off. "Don't worry about it. It's only one of the single most traumatic things that's ever happened to me and no one ever believes me when I tell them.” I shrug lazily. “Nothing major."

"You seem pretty nonchalant about something so serious."

"It happened a decade ago. I was sixteen. I don't really care that much anymore."

“Look, I’ve heard about a lot of weird things since working with that ‘network’ I’ve told you about.” He gently squeezes my hand. “If you’re worried about me not believing you, then don’t worry too much and just tell me.”

I don’t know what to do with my hand. I let him keep holding it.

“I was half asleep when it happened,” I start. “There are some days I wake up and think that it was only a bad nightmare I had years ago until I touch the scars on my face. Memory’s funny like that. Every time I remember it, I remember it a little more wrong. Imperfect recall, or something like that. That’s how memories work.”

“But what happened that night?”

“Oh, right. So I’m half asleep, right? I wake up to the sound of someone ripping paper right next to my face. Except it wasn’t paper. That slick, oily feeling of blood came next, I think; like my brain couldn’t believe the pain signals my body was sending to it. This was all happening in a matter of seconds, by the way. My eyes finally processed the… thing cutting open my mouth.”

“What did it look like?”

I rack my brain for any words to describe it. “It looked like just a person in a tattered cloak. But there was no head. The cloak had a hood like there was a head; but in its place was an infinite black void, like I was staring into space itself. It was using some sort of claw or talon to rip open my face. When I finally registered the pain, I started screaming, and the thing disappeared into mist, leaving only those claws behind.”

“I’ve heard of a lot of weird stuff,” Punk says to me, “but never anything like that.”

I sigh and look away. He squeezes my hand tightly for a second.

“I believe you, though.”

I feel my heart stop for a second as my eyes start to sting. Before even I realized it, I had wrapped him in the biggest hug I could give him.

Tears running down my scarred cheeks, I tell him, “No one’s ever believed me aside from my parents. No one else has ever believed me.”

“Well, I believe you, Harvey. I’ll ask my ‘network’ if any of them have heard of this thing.”

I nod, unable to get the words out. I can trust this guy. He believes me.