#like hes even taller than me but just by a few inches which is Perfect. i dont care that hes under 6 feet bc hes the perfect height for me

[bangcakes]

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[localducks]

A monster fuckers guide to the brothers

♡I like creature design, and this is a perfect overlap in interest for me....so I wanted to see how "odd" I could make the brothers outside of what I consider a very basic cannon.

♡ This is supposed to be gender neutral, but the reader is assumed to be AFAB

Lucifer

Cum

lu..Lucifer's cum is black, deep black only broken up by the slight blue shimmer you can only really see if you look at it sideways. And it's clingy, branching off in webs when caught on fingers and sticking to the inside of your thigh like saliva. You will also be immediately made aware of how much of it there is, a trait all demons share but one the avatar of Pride specifically has a deep appreciation for. He could fill a 16oz cup in one go, and while he doesn't technically have a breeding kink(liar), the sight of his partner full and satisfied always leaves him with a deep desire for more.

Dick

One of the least monstrous of his brothers, what he lacks in form he makes up for in show. The tip is black, nearly as dark as his cum, and as it slowly gradients out of the color the blue undertones of his skin become much more apparent. He's the second largest, and so similarly to Beel, his dick excretes a thin slip to make the squeeze easier, which has a red shimmery tint to it. But it's actually neither of these things that take you the most off guard. You notice an odd change the first time he cums, either while deep inside you or as he slipping back in, a small voice in the back of your mind hurridly asking whether you can even be sure if what you think is happening is the truth. But by the thrid or fourth time Lucifer has cum, the matter becomes undeniable. His cock starts off at a moderate length and girth, clearly that of something not so human, but managable enough. The kicker is that for every time he cums, he grows, swelling larger as your body becomes more relaxed and pliable, able to take more and more of him every time he dips back within the glistening confines of your body. He doesn't even bring it up the first time you are intimate together, finding the look of pure shock deliciously adorable. What a predicament you've found yourself in, but it can't hurt to go for just a few more hours, could it?

Teeth

True and proper vampire teeth, honestly not much else to say. Lucifer finds them to be one of the least interesting aspects of himself in comparison to his brothers(not that he compares himself to his siblings, why would you ever assume such a thing, he's so very above that), but you would probably beg to differ when he jams them into your neck as he cums. Lucifer is tall, much much taller than most humans, and just like all of his brothers he's proportionate to that height, so for you, a human, his teeth are about an inch, or the length from the tip of your finger to the first knuckle. Both sets of canines on the top and bottom jaw, by the way.

Tongue

In comparison to the rest of the attributes talked about so far, his tongue might be the strangest in appearance. Long, very warm, and paler than a human's, it has a texture you could only describe as rigid, the series of buds along its surface being much wider than yours or mine, with little feeler nodes along ths sides of it towards the back. You won't notice it until it's tasting at the skin of your neck or hips, but they can also move when he feels like it, silently taking pleasure in the little jolts of surprise you offer unsolicited as reaction. While the color of the muscle itself isn't really noticeable, the saliva it leaves behind on your skin is transparent and dark, bordering on black.

Mammon

Cum

Mammon's cum....is iridescent gold, and has the same texture as a humans. He doesn't cum as much as many of his brothers, so instead he can go 5 to 6 times without getting tired, back to back. His sin affects him greatly during sex, seeking his and your release with seemingly infinite desperation, not caring about his own overstimulation and fatigue if it means he will get to please you entirely again, sometimes getting to a point you have to use your pact to pull him out of the self inflicted trance. He adores you so much, so much more than words or thoughts could ever allow him to say, so please, just lay back and let him have one more of your pretty orgasms, you don't understand how much he needs it.

Dick

His dick also mostly appears human, save for its length and the slight abnormality of the head having three raised ridges along the back of it. The only other thing that would really alert you to the fact he isn't human are his marking patterns, which run along the shaft like veins. They are in the same style as the ones decorating his torso when in his demon form(and they glow too).

Teeth

You can't tell me Mammon doesn't have gold teeth, I simply won't take criticism, I'm dying on this hill. Just his top canines though, which are moderately sized and sharp, jutting out of a smirk or sneer. The rest are just incisors and molars, though all of them take on a sharp edge while in his demon form. Mammon takes great pleasure in biting you, no matter the occasion or who's around, especially if it's one of his brothers. It feeds the desire to tell others you're his without being too intrusive on your time and boundaries, and he also just really likes the feeling of sinking his teeth into you. He is gentle about it, only ever biting as hard as you're comfortable with, but just know he can't quite help himself around you all of the time, and if a reason to make it abundantly clear you are his arisise, be warned he will be covering you as much as possible with the indents of his teeth.

Tongue

Mammon's tongue is long, like longest only second to Levi, reaching about 9" inches inside you with more strength behind it than any human could. Yet despite this not much else is out of the ordinary for a demon. The texture of it is only a little rougher than yours, and it has the exact same pink hue to it. The tip of it though is thin and tapered, perfect for precision, with a venom piercing running through it. A matching one sits much further up, vertical this time, which he clicks against his teeth when bored, or, a new favorite of his, right into your ear, taking great delight in watching you squirm at the sound.

Leviathan

Cum

Levi's cum is milky and paper white, almost appearing sheer under some lights but only if he's cum within the last few hours. And it's thick, like gelly almost thick. Like pulling thick, and one load is enough to fill a tea cup. Given the situation with his dick, that might seem a little less than expected, and then you realize it thickens after being ejected into you, developing into a soft warm goop that sticks to your walls and often requires a finger(or tongue) to leave the confines of your body. Otherwise it will be left inside, and considering how much Levi cums, it might end up places only his tail can reach, if you would let him(please please let him).

Dick

Levi was nervous to have sex with you for a list of reasons, a long, long list of reasons, and somewhere close to the top, was how different he knew his anatomy was in comparison to a human’s. And even though he knew you would probably like it, it didn’t quell the seething embarrassment he felt the first time you got both his pants and boxers off. But instead of the immediate rejection he feared, expected really, to squish onto your face and through your voice, you just sat there, looking at him with your mouth slightly agape and your eyes drooping, hearts nearly visible in them if he imagined hard enough. Cute, all other thoughts left his brain other than that. You were so, so cute. How in the three realms had he ended up with the most perfect human he could possibly ask for. And one so eager to please, at that.

And to be far, you had good reason to stare. Levi has two dicks(such widely known fan canon the developers might as well just come out and say it) that fall somewhere between human cock and tentacle territory given the firmness of the first and the flexibility of the second. Both start thick and then slowly taper out until they’re about the same thickness as his tongue, with ribbing all the way down to where they peak out of his body. There isn’t a head to the shape, ending instead of a blunt point. There are no scales to be seen, but the coloration is similar, starting off black at the base and then gradually turning blue. They can each move on their own, often meaning he doesn’t have to thrust as much, but he can’t control them, so don’t blame him when the stimulation gets to be too much for both of you, clamping around them will just cause them to wiggle harder. He’s sensitive too, all of him including the vent his dicks peak from, which you can stick your fingers into if you want him cumming within seconds. When he’s not “hard”, his cocks stay sheathed within the vent, able to close almost entirely.

Teeth

SHARK TEETH SHARK TEETH SHARK TEEEETH. Levi has the second biggest chompers out of his brothers, each chunky and pointed, ready and poised to bite. Not that he would, and if he happened to get too caught up in the moment and sink those teeth into your shoulder or more likely your thigh, please expect more than an hour or so of apololigetic after care centered around that bite.

Tongue

Long, thin in comparison to his brothers, and significantly forked, Levi's tongue keeps with his overall theme pretty well. It's very flexible, and both of the forks can move on their own in a similar way his dicks can, but he has much more control over it. The actual texture of his tongue might be the oddest thing about it, as it's practically smooth to the touch, only a couple bumps and ridges making themselves clear if you run your tongue or fingers over it. His saliva doesn't really help you find anything more about it either, as it's thicker than a humans and clingier, the strands that connect you two when making out far less likely to break from just moving back. The coloration is like a humans, but the further back into his mouth the darker blue his skin gets.

Satan

Cum

Satan's cum, similar to Lucifers, is sticky, black, and potent, a single load enough to fill a jar. It clings to the slick and sweat your body makes, only really able to be cleaned off with a good soak. He cums longer than normal too, every demon does, but he specifically takes 1-2 minutes to empty himself completely.

Dick

Pretty. Ooooohhhhhh he's pretty. He actually has the most normal looking cock out of all of his brothers, long and thick and pale all the way down until you get to his tip which blushes red under attention. And that's it, at a first look. No ridges or odd shapes. You might even consider him average by demon standards. So when he sits you down a couple days after the first time you are intimate together and he starts talking about how he has a knot, it throws a wrench in the preconceived notions you had had. But he is a demon, this shouldn't be such a surprise, you think. You sit there a little stunned as he explains every precaution he's thought of and how to best make you most comfortable with the strangeness of difference(you shut that train of thought down immediately), but it's not until he starts explain the internal functions his dick has that really brings you back to reality. There are two feeler like structures that can extend from his urethra, designed to add another layer of pleasure for both him and his partner, but they can also gently pry open the cervix in order to add more real-estate for his cum.

Teeth

Satan doesn't like his teeth. In his opinion they get in the way too much, too sharp and inconvenient towards the words he uses on a daily basis and hard to be delicate with. But under this opinion, deep in a far corner of his mind, he does think they would look nice sunk into the skin of your thigh. Or your wrist, or your neck. His teeth consist of front insicors, just like a humans, and then immediately become razor-sharp canines that vary in size but are all the same shape, curved in towards the inside of his mouth.

Tongue

His tongue on the other hand, he likes. If only because it's fun to mess with when he's bored. Shorter by demon standards, meaning it's about 6 or 7 inches, with a tip that can fold in on itself and bristles running all the way down each side, which he can twitch or vibrate at will. The texture isn't sharp or rough, but grippy, more similar to the feeling of a tentacle rather than a cats tongue. The pigmentation of the muscle is a light pink, and he has a tongue peircing towards the very back of his mouth, not really noticeable until he's burying it as far into you as it will go.

Asmodeus

Cum

The first thing you might notice about Asmo's cum is that it smells nice. Everything is nice about it, actually. It's warm but not hot, glides and smears smoothly, it has a dusty pink hue and is pearlescent when seen under light, and it smells...like roses. Surprise!, the avatar of Lust's cum was basically designed to be as pleasing as possible. And then, you start to feel hot. Your skin gets so sensitive that a single soft breath against it makes you squirm, reeling back as a new stream forms between your legs. At this point, you might as well name it, cause it's not drying up anytime soon.

As you might have guessed, Asmo's cum(and saliva) contains a very strong aphrodisiac, known to be the strongest in the realm. He also cums about the same amount as a human in his "normal" form, but that quantity triples when in his demon form.

Dick

Most people would describe Asmo’s skin as either silky, buttery, or at its worst glossy, and while he spends a lot of time making sure his complexion is perfect, less people know how much of that texture is actually natural. Being the avatar of lust means he has a much larger range of things he can make his flesh contort into than most demons, resulting in the smooth feeling of his skin and the almost infinite give it has, all things that extend down to his dick. He has a preferred length and girth, the latter being moderate by demon standards but the former being long, easily poking and prodding far deeper than even some of his brothers, but it’s the additions he’s made that makes blood rise to his face the first time you see him. Amidst the soft shade of his skin sits ring after ring of muscle, taking on the form of ridges most of the time, that start at the head and descend all the way down to the base, thin and waved but when swollen become much more than you might be able to deal with the first time you’re intimate. And to top it all off, they’re pink, and not just blush pink, they’re as pink as his nails. As stated above, his cum does act like an aphrodisiac, but so does his pre, turning your body into a warm, soft toy for him to use for hours on end. All you have to do is lay there and let him see your face while he feeds, don’t worry about anything else. Not that you’ll be able to anyway.

Teeth

Asmo has fangs, which are short, sharp, and venomous, layered two rows deep on both the top and bottom jaw. From the first set of canines flows a more concentrated version of the aphrodisiac found in his saliva and cum, and the second set administers a paralysis venom that gives the body that numb comfortable feeling, making you less susceptible to any stimulation other than pleasure. The rest of his teeth look like a human's, though they are much sharper than they appear.

Tongue

Strange. Similar to the rest of his body Asmo can manipulate his tongue to be just about anything he wants it to be, but when neutral about how it appears, one might consider it strange. Contrived of two main appendages that can split seamlessly into more, the texture is somewhere between flower petal and suade fabric, with a shocking clearness that reminds you of jello. The color of it is pink, but the longer he's gone without a meal the darker the pink gets, until it's almost black at the tip. They are thinner in thickness than most of his brothers, but just as flexible, easily allowing him to funnel his spit into your mouth or either hole, skin prickling with excitement as he watches it's effects spread through your body. The feeling is warm, not hot, and arousal flows in steady waves, making you have to rely on him more than you might think. But don't for a second think he minds, all he wants is for the two of you to know pleasure so deeply it makes even you bones feel the drag of his tongue, the touch of his fingers, and the desire of being filled.

Beelzebub

Cum

Beel's cum has a constancy somewhere between human cum and slick, thick, and has about the same color as both of them combined too. The main thing with him is that he cums, a lot. Like enough to fill a bucket, or two. His dick also excretes a thin slip that allows him a smoother entrance.

Dick

Beel is giant physically in general, so it wouldn't be that much of a surprise(in theory) to know his dick is also big. But the other ways in which you can immediately tell he's not human might come as more of a shock. The underside is covered in rows of ridges, all pointing in the direction of the tip, which is also much more angular than a human's, nearly coming to a flat tip. The top side is almost softly segmented, sort of like an accordion, so the length of him becomes longer as he pulls out and then contracts back when pushing in. And in addition, to all of this, the ridge that sits right under the head of his cock, can vibrate. It only really happens when he's super worked up or about to cum when he's in his "human" form, but it starts almost the second he's inside you when in his full demon form. He tries to be careful about overstimulating you, but he can't do much when your fourth orgasm in a row has stripped him of the ability to use words.

Teeth

Big chompers. His canines are the largest out of all of them two sets in the front of mouth and two sets in the back, with the bottom ones being larger than the top ones. But the rest fall somewhere in sharpness between molars and canines, all of them about as wide as the width of your finger in order to allow for maximum crunch potential. Beel likes to bite, but he's hyper aware of how strong he is and thereby has taken immense time in figuring out how hard he can bite without breaking skin and what it takes to taste the warm syrup flowing beneath it. He also really like seeing his bites after the fact, often causing a pretty blush to adorn his face in response while he thinks about how many more are hiding beneath your clothes.

Tongue

Beel's tongue is only a little bit longer than average length for demons, but the thickness and wideth of it is almost uncalled for. At this point it's unlikely this will surprise you very much, you've seen him eat an entire carton of ice cream without a spoon because he was so impatient or something of the like at some point, but that still doesn't really prepare you for the amount it fills your mouth the first time you make out. You very easily could be made to choke on it, and you can feel all of the texture of it despite the copious flow of spit in between your mouths. Beel's tongue is kinda similar to Satan's in its feel, designed to peel meat off of bones and burrow under skin, yet surprisinglyit feels more like silk getting dragged across your flesh more than anything. All of it is a pale dusty rose color, with only the tip dipping into red territory.

Belphegor

Cum

Belphie's cum, is both lavender tinted and lavender scented. And while he doesn't cum as much as his twin, he cums for about as long as Satan. His dick is really sensitive, so it doesn't take much to set him off, you just have to be careful when you're giving him head. Beel is the same way, but if he came down your throat you might choke to death.

Dick

He's not the thickest out of all of his brothers, but he sure is one of the longest. His dick stays the same color as his skin the entire time, only when under a lot of denial does it turn just the slightest bit red, but the skin is soft, and he's very very sensitive, only needing a few soft words and a warm hand to get him begging for you sometimes. The single most notable thing about him though are the soft spikes protruding from the sides of his cock, starting off largest by the tip and decending in size a half inch apart all the way down to his base, where they almost become invisible. Most of the time, they seem like little more then nodes, brushing along your silky walls as you clamp around him and feeling where they push against you, causing both of you to moan with delight. But other times, on those not so rare occasions where someone earlier that day forgot you were his and his brothers first and foremost, you are treated to the full extent of Belphies strength. The spikes can harden, not to the point of pain, but if he doesn't want you going anywhere, you'd be hard pressed to leave. All of them possess this ability, and the smaller ones are even able to lengthen, almost giving him the girth some of his older brothers have. He gets so smug when he does it without warning you too, teasing about the obscene faces you're making while barely being able to hold onto himself, the warmth of you and how pretty you look adding to the clouded hazy already draped over his mind. He especially likes doing it after he's just cum, forcing you to stay connected to him in one of the most intimate ways possible.

Teeth

Belphie's teeth are actually pretty similar to Beel's, just with two even sized canines instead of the four his twin has. His teeth almost get smoother the further back into his mouth they go, but his bite strength is about the same as Beel's too, so mind your fingers if you choose to feed him. He's one of the biters, greatly enjoying greeting you with a nip to your neck or nibbling on your fingers while you two watch a movie together.

Tongue

Belphies tongue is thick, velvet soft, and tri pronged, each tip breaking off from the main chunk of muscle about a ¾ of an inch up. It's weird, cause you wouldn't assume it has that shape when he talks, or even quite when it's in your mouth, but once he's dragging it over your nipples or along the lips of your cunt it's a little less deniable. Belphie loves licking you, whether it's because he wants your attention or he just wants something to do with his mouth, he frequently will find any excuse necessary to have the feel and taste of your skin under his tongue, often with the added bonus of you pulling him away so he can put it to better use.

[messrmoonyy]

- Arthur Morgan hcs ( high honour vs low honour ) 18+

HH!Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader / LH!Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Request- LOVE your writing, can we get a high honor vs low honor Arthur in bed? HAVE A LOVELY DAY :D

A/N- ty to the anon for requesting this, I’m in one of those ruts where I’m struggling to write one shots more than like a few sentences here and there or hating everything and restarting a million times lol. So a HC request was a nice way to get me writing without thinking too hard 😭💀. I will say I have never and could never play low honour. So if it’s inaccurate well… it’s fanfiction. This is basically soft vs rough Arthur lmao

Masterlist

Low honour

- He’s a slightly selfish lover. If he comes first then he doesn’t particularly care if you haven’t

- Likes to use his size to his advantage. Hes taller. Heavier. Wider. Likes when he can pin you down and put his weight on you, trapping you in place. Size kink goes crazy

- Which also leads into his love of choking. And hair pulling. He just likes to manhandle you , he likes that he’s so much bigger and can just like… toss you around a bit. He likes knowing he can wrap his hand around your throat and have your literal life in his hands, and you just willingly let him.

- Of course he’s far tougher and rougher. HH!Arthur will spend ages working you up and relaxing you and making you come in the most blissfully world shattering way. LH!Arthur just wants to see how many times he can make you finish before you pass out

- OR. If he’s feeling particularly dickish. He’ll just edge you. For hours. Days. Simply because he thinks it’s funny. And he’s a jerk.

- Prone bone is one of his favs. He can trap you in place, press your face into his pillow and go to town.

- lip biter. Absolutely will tug your bottom lip between his teeth mid make out

- Possessive. Likes leaving hickeys all over you. Especially where others can see them. And he doesn’t like you hiding them either. He wants people to know you’re his

- He’ll praise you but it’s usually pretty degrading too. Like think ‘ who’s my good lil whore, hm? ‘

- Loveeeessssssss You giving him head. Loves it. And will actively ask for it unlike HH!Arthur

- The sloppier the better, roughly fucking himself into your mouth until you gag and choke and urging you to keep going? Yeah he loves that shit. ‘ that’s it. Good girl choke on it ‘ ‘ you can do better than that princess ‘

- DARE I SAY IT. DARE I SAY LH!ARTHUR HAS A GUN KINK. CAUSE- cue my silent war flashbacks to that one Tess gun kink fic I wrote.

- Ass man. Will smack it and grab it every chance he gets. Whether it’s in the bedroom or not.

- Finishes on your face, tits,ass. Likes the look of it it fills some possessive desire inside him. Like he’s marking you.

- And he ain’t tryna get you pregnant

- he may be an absolute dick but he does give you some aftercare. He’s not the cuddly type. But he’ll help you clean up and kiss you, tell you you did a good job. He’ll always make sure you’re doing okay because he loves you

•High honour•

- Treats you like you’re delicate. Even if he knows you’re not. He’s tender. Gentle. He worships you. There is not a single inch of skin unkissed, caressed. Loved.

- He always wants you to come first. And multiple times too. But in a different way to LH!Arthur. He doesn’t want to overstimulate you he just wants to give. Hes such a giver. And he would happily spend an entire day with his head between his thighs if he could.

- Like. This man is a munch. He is. Argue with the wall. He is

- And he’s damn good at it. And thorough. Buries his damn face in you. And you’ve seen the size of his hands, those thick fingers of his make an appearance too. He knows your body well and can hit the perfect spot with practiced ease ‘ that’s it darlin, right there yeah?’

- He’s sloppy with it and he doesn’t care. If his beard isn’t glistening with you when he’s done then he didn’t do it right

- He likes missionary. So he can see your face and kiss you as much as he wants, he just loves to watch you. He likes to see the way he makes you feel, likes to watch the way your face twists and relaxes with the pleasure he gives you.

- Praise!!! So much praise!!!

- ‘Doin so fell f’me darlin takin me so well ‘ ‘ look so pretty like this ‘ ‘ eyes on me darlin, wanna see that pretty face when you come ‘

- Loves you playing/pulling his hair. Whether it’s when he’s got his head between your thighs or when he’s buried deep inside you and you’re desperately clawing at him. He loves it

- He’s a boobs typa guy. Loves to grab them and and suck on them, especially if you have your fingers running through his hair at the same time.

- He likes to finish inside despite the risk. But if not he’ll wait until the very last second and pull out, just spilling onto your stomach. He doesn’t wanna… defile you. You’re a precious creature worthy of being worshipped and desired, not treated like some cheap saloon girl.

- But deep down he wouldn’t even mind if you did get pregnant. He wants nothing more than to have a family with you one day.

- the sweetest aftercare. Cleans you up and helps you get dressed again. The act of dressing someone rather than undressing them is so intimate and he loves it.

- he’ll cuddle you and pet your hair, tell you how much he loves and adores you. How beautiful you are, how good you made him feel. He literally is a never ending fountain of praise.

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Some Lmk ss edits + Headcanons (Traffic light trio)

- He/They

- Gay

- Only wears knock off brands (doesn't know they aren't real)

- Autumn is his favorite season, purely because he likes to stomp the crunchy leaves

- Adhd

- Has dimples

- Pigsy once got him rainbow shoes for pride month before he was even out but MK didn't realize they were pride shoes because the rainbow was on the sole

- Tried to cook breakfast for Pigsy and Tang on Father's day once, somehow lit the curtains on fire

- Wants Tattoos but keeps backing down because he doesn't like needles (will probably get one in the future though)

- Has a sketchbook fully dedicated to Redson, would literally die if someone ever found it

- Smells like oranges

- Only a few inches taller than Redson, always teases him for it

- Almost killed Sun Wukong once because he was disguised as a spider

- The Monkey's on flower fruit mountain always climb on him when he's around, he doesn't try to stop them

- Had to remove the snooze option on his alarm clock because he wouldn't stop hitting it

- Chicken scratch handwriting, no one else can read it for the life of them

- Learned Spanish in high school, don't ask why it just feels right

- Covered in scars, but 83% of them are from being a dumb kid instead of battles

- Once described Redson's voice as "really warm, like a hug!" And almost got burnt for it

- Love language is physical touch

- Has those really pretty brown eyes, like the ones that look like honey when the light hits them at that one perfect angle

- Has no fashion sense whatsoever, Mei chose out most of the clothes he owns

- Phone is shattered beyond repair but he refuses to acknowledge that he needs to get a new one

- Obsessively takes personality/buzzfeed tests in the dead of night, once pulled an all nighter just taking "which drink are you?", "what kind of seafood are you?" "What type of candy are you?" Type of buzz feed quizzes, and physically couldn't do deliveries because he was so exhausted the next morning

- Has a bunch of plants but is terrible at taking care of them

- Has a chipped tooth (actually Canon, it's on his lego figurine, I'm still sad they didn't add it to the show :( )

- Once walked in on Tang and Pigsy kissing as a kid and was promptly traumatized

- Has no skin or hair care routine, uses a 3 in 1 Shampoo/conditioner/bodywash

- Has really nice curly/wavy hair but straightens it and uses an unholy amount of hair gel

- Has a wattpad account

- Sleeps in literally the most horrific positions you have ever seen, yet somehow never get cramps or neck/back pains

- Once drank dishwasher soap as a kid because he thought it was juice

- Gets sunburnt incredibly easy (if you've seen the s4 special ykwim)

- Mk once accidently threw a plastic bottle in the trash instead of the recycling bin and got lectured for an hour by Pigsy (Pigsy is a huge environmentalist)

- His bedroom is messy as all hell but he somehow knows where everything is (Pigsy and Tang have tried cleaning it themselves but it was back to being a mess just a few short hours later so they gave up)

- He/Him (FtM)

- Gay

- Shortest one in the trio (just barely though). I like to think that the removal of the samadhi fire stunted his growth and demonic development, which is also why he takes so little after his father in appearance/height. He always wears platforms though, so he looks taller than he is

- He was so quiet and sneaky as a child that his mom had to put a bell on him

- Used to wear large combat boots until someone made a "step on me" joke. He doesn't wear them in public anymore

- Smells like smoke and cinnamon, Mei once described it as a 'campfire' smell

- Has really heavy blackout curtains in his bedroom

- Hair turns black when wet or when he's burnt out

- Always has a soft glow to his body because of his fire, mouth glows faintly, hair glows faintly, the more emotional he is the stronger the glow (MK and Mei are incredibly jealous)

- Tension headaches because we all know that mf has his hair tied up in the tightest goddamn ponytail ever

- Has the samadhi fire back (I'm delusional just let me have this)

- Has a habit of stealing his friends and families clothes to wear, first started when he was really little and would constantly steal whatever clothes of DBK's he could find around the house to help him feel like his dad was still there, and the habit just stuck with him

- Doctor handwriting

- Autistic

- Identifies as male but still likes to wear skirts and dresses sometimes (he just like me fr). Likes floor length skirts the best

- Actually really good at art, mostly draws blueprints for his inventions, but can draw people and landscapes pretty decently too

- Has a childhood Bull plushie that he still sleeps with, hides it under the bed or in the closet whenever MK and Mei come over

- has a scar on his back resembling the rings of samadhi from the removal ritual, Mei once confused it for a tattoo

- Mei once called him "Zesty" and he still doesn't know what it means, she refuses to tell him

- Was homeschooled by PIF

- Has a beauty mark like his mom's

- Has the most angelic, majestic, heartlifting laugh ever, but never actually laughs (unless it's his "evil" laugh, trust me guys)

- Goes to bed at 3am, wakes up at 11am type of person

- Needs glasses because the Samadhi fire fucked up his eyes (in Journey to the West, the samadhi fire is described as a flame that, when activated, "shoots out of every hole in his face" including, of course, his eyes)

- Remember when I said he was a quiet child? Yeah, he can't do that anymore, he literally has no idea how to be quiet now that he's older, the best he can do is whisper shout

- Hopeless romantic, but convinced that any and all feelings are unrequited

- Mei and Mk found his baby pictures once, he will never recover

- Long ass skin and hair care routine, will spend at least two or more hours on it every morning, but it's worth it, his hair and skin are always so soft

- Touch starved as fuck

- Love language is gift giving and positive affirmation (WILL cry if someone compliments him, doesn't matter who it is or what the context is, he once almost burst into tears when Sandy called him a good kid and gave him a pat on the back)

- Once he's focused on something he will stay focused for at least the next ten hours

- Loves strawberry flavored things but hates actual strawberries

- Listens to really underground music and has the biggest superiority complex because of it

- Has the biggest fucking bedroom you have ever seen, with one of those really large and extravagant, super comfortable canopy beds, wakes up like a Disney princess

- Usually self-preserving but will experiment on himself without hesitation if he thinks it'll help him with a breakthrough (has almost died on several occasions)

- She/Her

- Lesbian

- Has tons of piercings: nose, ears, bellybutton, etc (her parents don't know about the bellybutton piercing and she doesn't plan on letting them know anytime soon)

- "Hey, Red boy, cool tattoo!" "... thats a scar." (She still hasn't lived it down)

- Smells like freshly cut grass

- Tallest one in the group, idc what anyone says, I just have a feeling okay?

- Adores glitter makeup but can't stand the feeling of it on her skin

- Love language is quality time

- Has a love/hate relationship with her dragon features, she thinks they look cool and she's proud of her heritage, but if her scales get too dry, which happens very easily, they get really uncomfortable and itchy as all hell

- Had a phase in high school where she'd dye her hair everything except green

- Probably also has Adhd

- Avid tennis player

- Hates the feeling of jeans, but loves denim jackets (has a whole collection, plus one that she and MK have been patching together for years)

- Always smudges her mascara somehow, MK once thought she was crying

- Super rough and rowdy as a kid, like I'm talking pushing kids off swings and down the slide rowdy, tackling people in the sandbox or on the school field, girl was a menace to society

- Snorts when she laughs

- MK tried to scare her once as a joke and her first instinct was to deck him (apologized profusely... before laughing at him)

- Most reckless driver on the planet, it's a wonder how she hasn't gotten her license taken away yet

- Doesn't really consider herself close with her family, she loves them but MK, Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy are her FAMILY, y'know? Like Rosa in b99

- Was the first person to know MK has a crush on Redson, she found out when she walked in on him drawing them together, and she will never let him forget it

- Has a normal skin and hair care routine, and constantly tells Redson that he's insane for needing 2+ hours to complete his

- Is the only one with readable handwriting

- Once stayed up for an entire week to play a new video game that came out

- Will smack her head with a brush if her hair doesn't cooperate

- Bites people (gently, its how she shows affection. Unless she doesn't like you then she'll just naw on your arm until she draws blood)

- Lives on energy drinks, her favorite is Monster Pipeline punch

- Has really soft and really thick hair

- Used to chew on her hair in middle school

- Biggest sweet tooth ever, Redson is disgusted by her eating habits

- Goes on early morning jogs every day except weekends

- Swiftie

- Refuses to watch any movies or shows based on video games she likes because they'll "never have the same charm or energy as the game", but will buy the video games that a show/movie is based on if she watches them before playing

- Will eat random plants all the time. Walking through the park? She'll lean down and pick a flower to chomp on

- The type of girl to carry around a goddamn gallon water bottle everywhere

- Has a thousand fairy lights in her room, it's a fire hazard

[jienem]

His Human

Y/N's parents often vacation with her in a cabin near the woods every spring. The young girl, no less than twelve years old, shares a little excitement about going into the cabin every year. While she worries about dangers in the forest, her parents don't seem to worry; in fact, they even encourage her to explore, much to her dismay. Despite their nonchalance, she wasn't keen on going outside, preferring to stay indoors and read in the library all day. After much convincing from her parents and promising to buy her gifts, she finally agreed begrudgingly. Her parents showed happiness and praised her, hugging her tightly. While she wondered why they were enthusiastic about her leaving. If they wanted her to leave, they could have just said so.

Y/N sighed and left the house with a basket and book in hand. The trees swayed slowly while the forest was empty. When she walked in, she expected to see many small animals in the area, such as rabbits, birds, squirrels, and more. But she was alone. Her footsteps were the only noise. She didn't pay much attention and only hummed while searching for a place to lay down. To her luck, she found a lake leading to a spot nearby perfect for laying; the sun wouldn't be a problem, but the most perfect one is.

She laid down her basket and sat beside it. The view. One thing she notices is that the view here of the castle of the fairies is magnificent. Admiring the scenery, she reluctantly turned to her book before delving into the pages until the sun was setting.

The next day, she came back with a blanket, papers, and a quill. She was taking this time to write for her grandmother and a friend who was living in the village of Harvest. When she went back home yesterday, her parents were overjoyed once more, to the point of making her snacks more than usual. She couldn't help but puzzle at their reactions but nonetheless shook her head in response. Her hand took out a piece of bun from the basket while she was writing and began eating when she suddenly heard voices in her left side. Her eyes moved in that direction as she watched the bushes shake violently while the voice grew louder.

"I swear I smelled delicious food around here; just let me prove it to you, oh!" Their eyes met. Her eyes widened as she stared at his yellow-green slit eyes. Both look so shocked at each other, to the point of freezing from where they stand. They stood there for a good few minutes before he, the boy around her age, looked down at what she was holding and furrowed his eyebrows.

"What are you going to do with that?" the boy questioned. Y/N looked down at where he was pointing, and embarrassment started to creep on her. Unbeknownst to her, she uses the half-eaten bun as a weapon in his direction. A laughable choice indeed.

"Nothing. " was all she could reply before quickly removing the bun. They stayed silent until another figure emerged behind the boy, who was inches taller than him. She noticed the strange color of his hair and unique eyes but didn't comment.

"Sebek, if you wanted—oh hi." The other boy paused as he noticed her. Y/N waved shyly in his direction. He returned the gesture before apologizing that they may have bothered her. To which she disagreed and smiled politely.The person who was called Sebek furrowed his eyebrows more and crossed his arms while he assessed her. She, who didn't like being assessed, carefully watched him before making her move.

"If you would excuse me, I have business to attend to." She spoke, drained by this ordeal, and used this time to pack her belongings while thinking of moving to another place for a spot. Her little secret place wasn't so secret anymore. How sad that she likes this place, but oh well. The two boys looked at each other before a bicker started to take place.

"You really should apologize, you know."

"I didn't even do anything; I just stumbled into this place, okay?"

"I don't suppose my father would agree; walking into someone else's place was a boundary."

Y/N noted he was smart. And she bows to him mentally. Sebek made a hmp sound before mumbling something incoherently while she watched in disdain.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing of your concern, human; move along," he said loudly at that one. This irked her a little; who was he to order her around?

"Hmm, is that so? Well, I guess I have to put away these delicious foods I have here. Oh, what a shame." y/n knows no bounds. She tested his emotions by putting her hand in her cheek and sighed theatrically.

"I guessed if I don't eat them all, I might as well put them somewhere else."

"You!" he accused, but a grumbled sound echoed around them. The unique-eyed boy and y/n look in Sebek's direction with amusement dancing in their eyes. Sebek tensed, a blush emerging from his cheeks, and he screamed.

"Tch, what are you all looking at?!"

~~~

Sebek started to eat quickly while the other boy only sat by their side. The three of them sat down after the event, not uttering another word, when she noticed she still hadn't known their names. Sebek could be a nickname, for all she knows.

"Sorry for interrupting, but my name is y/n L/n. And you two are?" y/n introduced slowly. She watches their interaction by simply glancing at each other before Sebek gulps down his food while proudly exclaiming.

"I'm Sebek Zigvolt, and this is Silver, a knight in training to serve his great highness Malleus Sama." Y/N flinched at the volume of his voice but couldn't hide her excitement.

"Really?! As in the prince himself?!"

"Of course, human!"

"Not to you, you crocodile!"

"you!-"

Silver watches as they bicker with a smile on his face. It was a peaceful day.

~~~

"Ah, my, I apologize for staying here; do you two live nearby?" y/n asked after minutes of arguing with Sebek, finally switching to a sleepy silver who was surrounded by animals at his side. Y/N watches dumbfoundedly, amazed at how many animals are at his side at once, before petting a rabbit who launches at her.

"Not far from here, there is a cabin where I live with my father. Sebek, on the other hand, was merely visiting for training. And you?" he managed to reply despite the drowsiness enveloping him. Y/N merely chuckled and replied that she was also nearby with her parents.

"So what are you doing in this forest?" Sebek, despite their earlier debates leaving him in a sour mood, asked while cleaning the messes he made. Y/N paused for a short period of time, debating whether to tell him she was forced to explore the forest or bribed by gifts. She picked the latter.

"Oh well, my parents wanted me to explore the woods and simply chose this spot for my resting." straight to the point, or so she thought. Sebek nodded in response before noticing an inked piece of paper at the side.

"Hey, what is this?" he questioned before taking the paper into his hands. He didn't even look at the paper; he just stared at her before holding it out to her. Y/N appreciated his gesture and quickly folded the papers, placing the quill inside her pockets.

"Just a letter," she said, not indulgent him more, and soon looked up at the sky and was surprised to see how much time had passed. When she left, the sun was only at its peak, but now the sunset was at its highest.

"Well, I should head back now; it's getting late. I really enjoyed our conversation." She truly did; she smiled and waved at the two who waved her goodbye with a smile on their faces. Y/N turned to Sebek with a small smirk on her face.

"I would bring tomorrow a special meal just for you."

"Please do not ever return!"

She did return with a basket full of handmade foods her mother and she had made. Watching Sebek's expression when she truly came amused her. What an eventful day!

Hi everyone! Thank you for taking your time to read this story, this is my first time posting thus I hope you all enjoyed this little entry so I was kinda nervious about this one but I was planning for a continuation to this story what do you think? Leave your comments below!

[minaminokyoko]

This post won't get any notes and I don't fucking care--I CLIMBED MOUNT PADALECKI TODAY.

So Atlanta Comic Con is this weekend and I saw that Jared Padalecki was going, but what's CRAZY is his rates were half what they are at SPN cons so it meant he was now within my price range ($160 for the photo op, $140 for the autograph) so I saved up and me and my friend @batmarg drove up to see him at the GA World Congress Center.

So we did the autograph first. I told him that it means a lot to me that Sam is kind of an outcast and has this anxiety and anger issues, and that I really enjoyed the performance. He was so sweet and gracious and told me I looked pretty, which is so awesome.

I also got to meet Ron Perlman at his autograph table. He's a man of few words, but he made a couple of chuckleworthy jokes and thanked me for coming out to see him, and he gave us each a fist bump! It was a legendary moment, no pun intended. What a guy.

As for the photo op with Jared, that also has a little giggle moment attached to it. I always ask actors or celebrities if a hug is okay--I never want to be disrespectful and do something outside of their comfort zone--and he grins at me and says "I fucking LOVE hugs" and then gathers me up in his arms and SQUISHES ME INTO HIM SO NICE AND TIGHT. Oh, it was PERFECT. See, I'm 5'8'' and that's 3 inches taller than the average American girl, so I kind of have a little bit of a complex where I like guys over six feet tall because I just feel safer when they hug me, and I didn't even ask him to squish me but he did it anyway and I am OVER THE FUCKING MOON ABOUT IT. I love, love, love being squished by tall celebrities, so he really did make my day, month, year, and life with that. I'm so grateful I got to meet him and without having to fly to an SPN con and pay $300-350 for it too. If nothing else, I thank 2024 for letting me have this one tiny little thing in the field of misery that is my life.

Thanks for everything, Moose! It was wonderful meeting you. <3

[starandcloud]

42!Miles Headcannons

I am on a kick of Spiderverse, so Tumblr gets it-

Miles has separation anxiety with you, which got a lot worse when you started dating, him being the prowler and all

He cannot handle the sound of guns, it makes his anxiety race.

He'd never admit it but he genuinely likes your company, like he'll deny it then go out of his way to find stupid reasons to hang out with you. Which his mom plays into. Miles: Aye, Idiota. Come over. My mom misses you. Y/N: Ooookay? Rio, hugging Y/N: Y/N I've missed you, how've you been? Are you feeling okay? Have you been eating enough? Y/N, laughing: I'm okay Mrs. Morales, thank you for worrying about me though Miles: *Absolutely smitten by how you interact with his mom*

Leaves you gits randomly, like if he's out on a job with his uncle and he sees something he knows you'll like he'll swipe it (and leave money) and either leave it on your desk or put it on your window sill. You've yet to catch him

He HAS stopped and watched you sleep when he left you a gift, not in creepy way more like a "God... They're so perfect..." His eyes, hidden behind his lil mask, softened on you. He only left because the hallway light flicked on and he panicked. That was the loudest he had ever fled from somewhere, he didn't even close your window.

He is really artistic too, he has dozens of sketches of you in his sketchbook. You're his favorite thing to draw

Don't get me wrong, I'm a sucker for Miles wanting to kill someone for you. But he would only think it, he'd never actually act on those thoughts. He couldn't bear the weight of taking a life, even if it was for you. He's a vigilante, remember

As terrifying as he seems, Miles is a HUGE baby when it comes to getting hurt. He'll act like he's fine, but when he's with his Uncle or Mom he cries. Like ugly cries, he's a huge baby-

Has Trypanophobia (The Fear of Needles), hates the sight of them and cannot handle it when he has to get shots

When he cannot handle anything anymore he goes to his dad's Mural and just sits there, he doesn't talk or make any noise. He just sits against the brick, sometimes he cries, sometimes he doesn't but he's always there late at night so no one really sees him

He doesn't talk to anyone he actually has a crush on, like he's flirty as hell with everyone but the person he actually likes he's really blunt and distant. Like a dumbass

I can 100% see Miles being Omni, like he could like anyone as long as he's close to them

We all know Miles' sleep schedule is FUCKED, he's a Vigilante, he doesn't get to sleep much due to everything being at night. But he still gets good grades and sleeps when he can

This is literally one of his posts on Twitter and you CANNOT tell me otherwise-

He isn't really bothered by people who're taller than him, or people who are a few inches shorter. But if you're below his chin he's wary, he's heard enough from Ganke not to mess with people that short. "They have to climb to get things, I don't wanna mess with someone who climbs counters.

I can see him being taller than 1610!Miles, cause 1610!Miles is 5'8" so I can see 42!Miles being anywhere from 5'9 to 5'10". Like it's not a noticeable difference if you're not paying attention, ya know?

Miles does Photography, but it's more of a hobby. He doesn't plan on turning it into a career, but he does it when he's got the chance, his posts look like this

Bubbly_Rose and Vanilla.Coffee.Addict. Are both his mom, different accounts to support her son. Best mom 100%

Miles has dozens of playlists on spotify, most of which are for his friends and family.

Cat person but has a german shepard named Luna

Had dreads ONCE and decided he hated them, so he stuck to his braids

Miles can cook, really really well. His mom and him used to bond through cooking and now it's something he does when he's stressed or upset

Depending on how tired Miles is, is how he sleeps. If he's just a lil sleepy, his legs are kinda bent and his arms are by his head, HOWEVER, if it was after REALLY tiring job with his uncle he kinda just falls onto his bed and sleeps like that

He usually doesn't go to anyone for comfort and comforts himself unless it's really bad then he goes to his mom or (if he really REALLY trusts them) his significant other

Miles has a tendency to flinch/move away from any form of touch that's not from his mother. He gets pins and needles if he's not expecting a touch and it is almost painful, I wouldn't say he's touch-starved but with his mom working so much it's easy to see that he would be

The one thing that brings Miles' to tears is watching his mom work herself to the bone and never being able to take a break. It makes him so mad that he can't help her, without it being obvious, that it reduces him to tears

He cries when he's mad

He hates it when people go through his things or move them. He has everything in a place, everything has to be perfect. Major OCD when it comes to his room, it's his space and he wants it perfectly clean

Miles takes really good care of himself, he keeps himself in shape (outside of being the Prowler) and makes sure to eat and hydrate right

Miles. Is. A. Huge. Softie for little kids. He acts like he can't stand them but the minute he's flashed a toothy smile from a little kid, he can't help but smile back

He considers a few people who aren't family, his family like Ganke

His idea of "A Perfect Vacation" is going anywhere with his mom and Uncle. It could literally be a trip to his Paternal Grandmother's house, and as long as his mom isn't working he is perfectly content

Miles tends to bite his nails and chew on his lips when he's nervous

By FAR the strangest thing Miles has ever seen was one of his classmates straight up touching their eyeball, that happened when he was 13 and it still freaks him out

Miles accepts advice relatively well, he doesn't show it but he does

He hates most pictures, but there was a few that his version Gwen took of him.

He is horrible at talking to someone he's got a crush on, like worse than 1610!Miles ;-;

Miles wakes up before his mom, when she's home, and makes her breakfast, he eats, showers, and goes to school, comes home, does his homework, goes to his boxing class (curtesy of Uncle Aaron), and depending on the day either goes on a job or goes to sleep

He has a few scars on his face from one of the first few jobs he was on when he wasn't far enough away from a bomb when it went off

Ocra. He CANNOT with the texture of it.

He loves stormy weather, its relaxing to him

He loves Fall and winter, the crisp air makes him smile

As a way to waste time, he goes to the gym or draws

When Miles wakes up from a nightmare, he kinda just lays there until he puts his headphones on and falls asleep to whatever song he's listening to

Miles collects little doo-dads from the street, it gives him something to fidget with

Miles knows English, Spanish, and French. He had to take a second language class and he COULDN'T take Spanish, so he's relatively fluent in French

Miles is the type of person to give someone the tightest most affection hugs, like even if he's just friends with the person. Hugs are like "I love you"s for Miles, they're sparing things from him

If Miles had three wishes from a genie he'd wish for: 1. His mother to either be paid more or for her to work less 2. His city to have less issues 3. To talk to his dad again

CROSSOVER: Miles is a gryffindor, with a Kingfisher Patronus and an 11.25 in Applewood wand with Unicorn hair ((I don't support J.K. Rowling))

Miles saw you in his clothes once and it MELTED him, he physically leaned against the wall and smiled stupidly

If you don't typically wear glasses (despite needing them, like my dumbass) and you wear them around Miles. The first time he saw you in them, he was distracted enough he walked into a wall.

Miles will protest being called cheesy things likes "Babydoll", "Pumpkin" "Sweets", "Bubba", "Light of My Life", "Tater Tot" (this happened ONCE, "Sunshine", "Dumpling", "Bambie", and "Babyface". He genuinely loves it when you call him that. Specifically: Babydoll, Pumpkin, and Sunshine. He still likes the other ones but loves those more.

[cjonesjr]

I love the way you write Rayman <3 if it's no trouble, could you write rayman x short!reader hcs?

・﹒・ shortie

Summary:

Warnings: 18+

Notes: Thank you for the request as always!

▶ Rayman is always used to every human adult being far taller than him. Sure, he's seen hybrids and kids his height, but this world was built to accommodate the larger people first and foremost

▶ He occasionally met adults his height, but they weren't people he particularly wanted to get closer to in any way

▶ You had always never particularly idolized Rayman, but at the same time, you admired him for how he remained resilient even when he wasn't receiving fair treatment

▶ Your meeting went a little like this: you had to drop something your friend forgot at the Eden tower since they worked there

▶ While entering the elevator, you saw Rayman himself standing there with his perfect smile springing into action upon seeing you

▶ The first thing he noticed is that you were basically his height, adult, and a human

▶ "Oh sorry Mr. Rayman uh...Sir! I can just take another one" You didn't want to intrude, after all, you were just being nice since he was the star of Eden

▶ "No, no, it's alright! Come in!" Nodding, you quickly walked in and turned around as the doors shut, starting right nex next to him

▶ "So, which floor are ya heading to?" You told him that you were heading to the lobby and as fate would have it, he was too!

▶ You made small talk and decided to say something that you probably ahould have though more in hindsight about

▶ "You're shorter in person" Your face immediately flushed and grew hot as you rushed to apologize, but instead of insulting you or being rude, he laughed

▶ "Its alright, I get that a lot, but you actually aren't that much taller than me" When he said that, you finally realized that you really weren't, probably 4 or 5 inches at most- rather than the extra foot or two higher for your age. But, you smiled at that

▶ The elevator dinged and you both walked out feeling a lot happier than when you stepped in, however, this meant you most likely had to part ways

▶ You never thought that you would get along with the alien, but you both talked all the way onto the street before realizing that you had to go different ways

▶ But Rayman wasn't going to let this connection fade as he sheepishly asked your phone number

▶ You happily gave it and took a selfie with him

▶ He said that it was nice to finally have another human be his height that wasn't a child or hybrid and you blessed your genetics while also laughing at how ridiculous that sounded

▶ It must be nice to not feel as alone, Rayman was so happy, and that made YOU happy

▶ After that, you ended up meeting up and hanging out fairly regularly, dare you say you got a crush on him, but would never admit it because it was embarrassing

▶ Rayman was the first to make a move though after a few weeks as he took you out on a date to one of the fanciest restaurants Eden has to offer

▶ However, you made a joke about him needing a high chair and he joked about you needing a booster seat

▶ And your relationship took off from there

[urapunk]

MAX AND BRUNA SHORT FIC.....

It was bullworths annual 'spring forward' dance, which just so happened to fall on the 50th anniversary of bullworth this year. It was beautiful, so nice and sweet. All the girls were dressed in short dresses and other on gowns, pinky was in a beautiful emerald green silk with black velvet gloves which bruna couldn't stop gushing over.

Bruna, the lady herself, was dressed in a nice cinderella blue minidress, which crabblesnitch wouldnt originally allow so she had to get it customized to reach a few inches above her knees. It was expensive, less than pinky but more than any of the other girls, with a pair of white heels that had the buckle around the ankle and cute, thicker bases that everyone loved back in 1994.

Her hair had been curled, curled nice, taut, and fair. Noemi did her hair, pulling it all up into a bun shaped mostly like a flower, parting her frings and fixing it to go both ways like little curtains with stray strands curled to perfection and hanging so sweetly, with gel used to make a soft curl infront of her ear. She looked so fair, so elegant and so irresistable...... But her date was nowhere in sight.

She moved the little boutonniere up her wrist a little to check her watch, until her other arm was pulled which sent her into a twirl. She knew it was max, the calloused yet soft hands were familiar to her own. She felt the hand at the back of her head which pushed her face against his cheek. She was the same height as him, which was annoying but adorable. Imagine it, always eye level with your partner.. But they never really were eye level.

she reached for a napkin from the punch table they were beside, dabbing it beside his mouth with a sort of ceinge on her face, but a sweet one. She nearly greeted him until he blurted out quicker than she could. "Care for a dance, fair lady?" Hah! He was such a gentleman, such a sweet man tonight! She nodded and he gave her another twirl, bursting a giggle from her sweet, strawberry lip balm coated lips. He ruffled her bangs which gave her a frown. "Max, don't do that! It looked so good!" She cried, attempting to fix it without a mirror and a playful frown on her face, stretching at her features and aging her face just a tad more.

The song was a beautiful one, an older one for sure since it was the half a century anniversary, they themed it oldies. It was a song by leseley gore, she couldnt tell the name but she knew it was a lesley gore song.

Max was holding a cup of punch, smiling for once during that day as he held her close..

With her heels she was a bit taller, which allowed her to press her face into his sweet crisped blonde curls. His own hands rested on her sides... Intil one was pulled away, and then the other.. And the warmth left, just as quick as the front of the train. She glanced over to see gary, white button up and black slacks, careying away her date. Her dance. HER BOYFRIEND! NOT HIS!

She tried to fight but gary was quick, but she managed to grab maxes wrist, only to met with the force of him pulling away leaving him to splash punch on her dress. The dress she had paid so much to get customized, just for her.

And he had no regard. No care, no notice. Not even a snicker did he give her. She just stared as the cooled liquid stained through her dress and against her stomach, which was a lovely metaphor of how this had sank through her gut, like the liquid sank through the oh so expensive silk. The makeup done by mandy began to run down her face as she watched gary convince max once more, and she didnt want to stick around to watch. She could bare to seem him do something stupid anymore.... But she didnt move. She wanted to look at him, just a moment longer.

Because only a moment longer, would she ever put up with him.

'Here he comes heading straight in my direction, and there he goes, passing me by!'

[dumb-hat]

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

(I'm coming back to that Exalted one, trust me.)

So, I guess this is another good place to talk about the out-of-character origin of Evander.

Ages ago (like, 11-12 years!), he got his start as a Bard with the Archaeologist archetype in a Pathfinder game that @luck-and-larceny ran for me, @irascibleblackguard and @kalencook. As an archaeologist, he had to have an Indiana Jones-style hat. Other than that, he was a short, scruffy looking guy of... around 5'7-5'8, I think? I'm pretty sure he ended up gaining an inch when I made him in Final Fantasy XIV, but he was a contrast to a lot of the other characters I had played recently, which were mostly taller. The point is, a lot of his visual traits (general color palette, height and build) and habits (hedonism, a tendency to go to great lengths to make it look like he went to no lengths at all... The guy loves "artfully disheveled" in all his forms) got their start there, in a tabletop game that happened well over a decade ago. I dug around and even found some art from waaaay back when:

I honestly don't remember why he has a pimp cane, but I kinda love it. Also, no, that's not actually, technically a proto-Malika stealing his money pouch. It's a completely different troublesome, dark-haired girl.

(He may have a type. I may have a type.)

Anyway, when I first made him in FFXIV, I was mostly playing on Gilgamesh and just kinda made him because Mal pointed out that Balmung was open and this was the old nightmare days when you could, like, almost never make a character on Balmung. So I made him, did the seasonal event (I think it was the 2014 Moonfire Faire, but don't quote me on that) and logged out on him for like... years.

I didn't start actually playing on Balmung until like... right around Shadowbringers, and I figured I might as well play Evander since he was like... Right there. He didn't really sit right with me, though. I went through a few fantasias and hair changes and stuff, and he just didn't click until I went to the market board and started looking at the low-level glam stuff and saw the beloved dumb hat. It wasn't a jaunty feathered cap, and it wasn't an archaeologist's fedora, but... It was perfect. I looked at it. I tried it on. It was dirt cheap, so I bought it. I chortled and guffawed, and told Mal "Hey, look. Look at him. Look at this dumb hat. I'm gonna wear it with everything.

And so I did. The hair still didn't look right, and wouldn't until I'd eventually cave and buy Aymeric's whole damn look just for his hair, but god, the hat helped. Everyone just immediately assumes he's a cowboy, which is kinda funny, but other than that? Worth it.

Ask me stuff! oc asks: character design edition

[aphroditelovesu]

Hello how are you ? I've seen you receive match requests. If you don't mind, can you do it for me? Honestly, I couldn't decide which characters to choose. I wonder if a match is possible with all possible characters? If not, I want a match for other Hotd/Got/Harry Potter characters.If you have characters you want to add, it would be fun for me.

I am 1.75 tall (5'8 inch) ,brown eyes, curly dark brown and short hair (up to my shoulders), chubby and white skin. I am 23 years old and I am a Gemini. infp. I'm from Ravenclaw building according to WW test. Most of the time I'm heterosexual, but occasionally I think I'm homesexual. I love writing stories, reading, digital drawing, watching movies and listening to music. I am interested in witchcraft, parapsychology, herbs and crystals. I love animals. (😅 except for the ones I'm afraid of.) I have an understanding, gentle and caring nature. I'm not belligerent. But it's only when my patience runs out. I'm too devoted and I can't say no. I feel that sometimes people really don't understand or don't want to understand me. I am emotional. I am eager to help everyone, but I do not have the courage to ask for help for myself.

Of course. I've chosen two that I think match your description, but if you disagree, let me know what you think: I ship you Hermione Granger and Jon Snow/Aegon Targaryen.

Hermione Granger is a protective friend and even more as your girlfriend. She adores you and your personality, although she was shy to make advances on you, she approached after discovering that the two of you have mutual interests, like studying Hogwarts, writing, reading and animals, maybe you'll like Crookshanks. One of Hermione's favorite traits is her intelligence and her kindness, but her kindness can also annoy her. She hates the fact that you always go out of your way to help others, often because of her own jealousy and insecurity, but also because she thinks those people don't deserve her kindness. Only she knows how to appreciate you. Hermione loves studying with you and takes advantage of these moments to get your full attention, whether laying her head on your shoulder or just a few kisses and subtle caresses. She's not the clingy type, but she can become a little bit after falling in love with you.

She's so protective of you that it's cute even if it's disturbing at times.

Jon Snow is the most loving man you will ever meet in your entire life. And his love, which has been suppressed for years, is fully poured out on you. Jon can and will feel insecure about you, he's afraid that he doesn't deserve you, that he, being a bastard, doesn't deserve someone as amazing and perfect as you. He feels unworthy and this is dangerous as once jealousy and anger take over Snow's mind he will become paranoid and overprotective of you. He doesn't have bad intentions but he is very passionate and doesn't want to be abandoned, he loves you so much he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you and it won't, not while he's alive. Jon will absolutely adore you and he will be very happy if you read to him, the sound of his voice calms him down and he can even purr like a cat if you pet him. Ghost would definitely like you too, which would make Jon very happy. You are a little taller than him and it doesn't bother him, he thinks it's cute and loves to fit in his arms. You are perfect in his eyes, his goodness is bestowed, and he won't let anyone ruin that trait in you.

Love this man and never leave him, please. If you leave him, bad things can happen.

[free-boundsoul]

Okay I'm getting to the point of exhaustion where my brain spouts stuff at me so here are some headcannons on which Redacted bois are short. (Coming from someone who's 5'10)

Milo. Probably just because of his audio with him confiding in Sweetheart about his wolf form being smaller. I just picture him a few inches shorter than average (something Asher likes to rib him for)

Damien. I've always pictured him as the shortest in the DAMN crew. He's not bitter about it at all. At least with his talents with psychokinesis, he doesn't have to ask Hux to retrieve things from the taller cabinets.

Adam. I don't even know why but I have a feeling I have to look down to meet his gaze. I mean, all the easier to reach the neck, right?

Caelum. I just see him as short and the perfect size that fits up against people when he gives them hugs.

[baldursgate3gayz]

Tag You're It

Gore, eye gouging and male manipulation

Words: 3295

Gortash looked down at the Bhaalspawn, whose eyes were locked into his. The damaged eye couldn’t quite open as much as the other could, not exactly swollen shut but obviously still healing. He could work with that. A soft sound came from Thanatos, which made the Lordling look into his other eye. There was curiosity there and what seemed to be impatience, ready for the artificer to get on with whatever he had planned. A thrill ran through the older man at the thought of just how clueless the half drow was about what was to come. How oblivious he was and yet still sitting at Gortash’s feet, eagerly waiting. He felt a high again from that anticipation of what would come for the most perfect of Bhaalspawns.

The corked bottle he had grabbed was next to the box with the gemstone eye. He was leaning back against his desk, his ass holding him up. The Bhaalspawn was kneeling about a foot away, posture stiff straight, and wide eyes glued to the artificer. Gortash had had many audiences over his career, but never had he had one so attentive. Neither had there ever been so much palpable tension in a room, at least not with the half elf in their time working together, even after they started crossing physical boundaries. At first, Thanatos was just another vessel for his pleasure, another business partnership with benefits for the taller man. But then, the realization of just who his partner was became eye-opening. This murderous son of Bhaal, this purest of Bhaalspawns, was nothing more than a wild, untamed mutt. His artwork of kills just showed how off of a leash Thanatos was. Completely without rules or structure, he was uncontrolled chaos until Gortash took direction. It wasn’t easy, like trying to control a flame, but through subtle, minor manipulations, obedience began to show. Not much; it had only been a few weeks, after all, but an inch was a mile when it came to the shorter man.

Enver Gortash, however, was not a patient man. He believed there were two options: continue waiting around for more of his training to slowly collar the half drow into submission or fling the man into the collar and muzzle, then beat obedience into him. The former, he thought as his brain had mulled over ideas, was so much more boring. And so, with a few favors called in, a man was hired to harm Thanatos by any means necessary. The artificer expected the Bhaalspawn to come to his estate, and it was why he left the window open a crack. What he wasn’t expecting was a nearly blinded half elf to fall onto his floor. A wonderful gift. Gortash was going to use a violent approach, but with the bleeding out half elf at his feet, his brain easily recalculated. No more violence, just a bath, some fingering, and he got a power rush like no other. The high he got from it was so intense that he ran with it, later creating the lovely gemstone eye from the energy.   

And now the Lordling had the Bhaalspawn kneeling at his feet, begging for more.

A high like no other.

Thanatos’ eyes were oblivious to what it all was actually about, the gift seemingly the only thing on his mind. Gortash was starting to feel a little guilty, making the squirming half drow wait while he reminisced, well, no more. 

“Tilt your head up, present me your eye,” The Lordling commanded. There was no hesitation as the other followed the order eagerly, even leaning in closer. A smile grew on the artificer’s face. He reached down with his gauntleted hand, cupping the man’s cheek, using his pointed thumb to pet against the pinked scar. While he did not move away. Thanatos’ facial features winced in pain from the motion. Gortash gave him a disapproving hiss. “Do not move, Bhaalspawn; I will not reward you for a pathetic display,” He said, emphasizing his point by digging his thumb deep into the bottom of his scar, which caused it to bleed a little. A painful yelp came from the half drow which only made Gortash dig his thumb in deeper. Blood was beginning to seep out of the wound. He honestly expected the Bhaalspawn to move or make a sound again, but to the Lordling’s delight, he stayed still. The only problem was his eyes being tightly shut. “Open your eyes,” The Banite demanded.

There was a pause.

Then, rather jerkily, the younger man’s eyes fluttered open. It was obviously a struggle, and Gortash wanted to make him try again but the anticipation was just too great. A test for another day, he decided. Thanatos’ eyes were locked into the Lordling’s once again, wide with pain, greed, and of course, desperation. So, the taller man pulled his thumb from the wound, feeling hot blood slide against his skin through the crevices of his gauntlet. He pulled his thumb up, hovering it over the clouded, damaged eye. The Bhaalspawn did not move, did not blink. So the Banite smiled, aimed his point, and very slowly plunged the sharp through Thanatos’ left eye. He was deliberately slow with his movements, reveling in the wet squish so easily giving under his thumb. The sounds were wonderfully wet, too, like a fist tightly wringing out a kidney’s fluid, something Gortash now knew the sound of thanks to the half drow. His finger also moved surprisingly smoothly, which may have something to do with the deterioration of the eye. 

The Bhaalspawn was still, though now his other eye had drifted off, clouded with pain. His skin had somehow gotten even paler, and his jaw was protruding out as he bit down hard. Yet, he did not move. The Banite’s smile grew. “Good boy,” He cooed, but he wasn’t sure the man had even heard him over the pain. Finally, Gortash paused his movements, feeling that where he was, just past the nail bed, was enough. He waited, curious to see if the shorter man would do anything. Thanatos’ body was stiff, either from pain or by command. The Banite couldn’t be sure. His other eye had now opened again, incredibly wide and unmoving, just staring ahead. The Lordling wondered just how much wonderful, sick pain the Bhaalspawn was in to be rendered motionless. Could he get him in such a state again? Another thing to file away for closer inspection later.

Now was not the time, though, so as carefully as he could, Gortash slightly hooked his thumb for a more solid grip on the broken eye. Again, there was no movement from the other man, just that blank stare. The artificer took a pause, contemplating the best speed and if he should count down from the other man’s benefits. Thanatos’ behavior, though, had been less than perfect, and Gortash was not willing to reward such misconduct. Instead, all he gave as a warning was a wide smile before yanking his whole left arm back. 

Two sounds echoed through the room: a quick wet squish and a loud heaving gasp from Thanatos. His head had dropped when the taller man had pulled away while the Bhaalspawn’s shoulders began to hike up with desperate inhalations. Gortash ignored him in favor of seeing his prize but frowned when he noticed there was no eye on his thumb. He reached out to push the shorter man’s face up to make him look at the Banite. Much to the artificer’s disappointment, the eye was still snug in its socket now with a hole in the iris. The Lordling muttered a minor healing incantation, which slowly mended the squishy organ and calmed Thanatos’ rapid breathing. The other eye had relaxed a little, staring up at Gortash with unreadable emotions, not that the man particularly cared. He was preoccupied, after all. “I am trying again,” He announced, angling his thumb once again. “Do try to control yourself this time, Bhaalspawn,” Gortash readied himself to try again when the shorter man spoke. 

“Y-yes sir,” He very quietly muttered in a shaky, pathetic voice.

How that almost made the Lordling break down into a deranged laughing fit as his high notched up another level. He expected that he would have had to work for months to get the half drow to say that word. Somehow, through the haze of pain and embarrassment, he had gotten the man to say it unprompted. Definitely something he would be revisiting again as he wondered just how much pain it’d take for that sweet title to fall from Thanatos’ lips again. But he couldn’t let it distract him now; after all, the Bhaalspawn’s eye was still stuck in his skull. With renewed vigor, Gortash plunged his thumb back into the eye again with this new deranged determination. The shorter man stayed still, as he should, those eyes only slightly growing wider as the pain returned again. If the Banite asked, would the half elf say it again? No, the taller man told himself, he needed to focus. 

This time, he went a tad deeper and angled his thumb slightly more. He didn’t even smile at the half drow before sharply jerking his arm back. There was no squish this time nor whine from the shorter man, just a resounding ‘Pop!’. Pure joy shot through the Banite’s spine as he looked to his thumb, and on it was the clouded eye with part of its optic nerve hanging behind it. It looked like a work of art, like every bump on it was some artist's purposeful strokes to create a priceless piece. So unique, so special. Gortash looked down to the Bhaalspawn who was hunched over but unmoving. He reached down with his free hand and pushed the man’s head back again. Surprisingly, his face was neutral, though the now empty eye socket’s lid was tightly closed around the rest of the nerve that was hanging out. Without much thought, the Banite reached out for it and tugged hard. 

Thanatos didn’t react physically, but the pain was palpable. His entire body stiffened as a very tight tremor went through it. Gortash saw the exact moment it reached the man’s jaw. The taller man couldn’t help himself as he pulled again, watching with glee as another tremor went through the other despite his efforts to stop himself. The Bhaalspawn’s other eye stayed shut, but the Lordling decided to allow it. He didn’t want to torture the poor man. So instead, he twirled the hanging nerve around his finger, enjoying the other tremors that came before he yanked once again. Unfortunately, the nerve snapped away from the shorter man’s eye socket rather easily, as it all gave away entirely under the short pull. Once it was out, the half drow relaxed slightly, his tense jaw dropped, and his good eye opened back up. It was rather impressive how instantly Thanatos made himself stare up at Gortash, evidently giving his full attention even as some blood began to trickle out of his closed left eyelid. It was a rather perfect image of obedience that Gortash desperately wanted to document. 

Luckily, the Lordling was a wonderfully tactful planner.

“You may wraith in pain now if you desire; I will get your gift ready,” He said, turning back towards his desk. He could hear shuffling and glanced behind himself to see the half drow was hunched over, cradling the left side of his face. There wasn’t a sound coming from him, though Gortash delightfully noted that he hadn’t given permission for that, and the Bhaalspawn definitely noted it. The taller man returned his attention to his desk and the corked bottle he had brought out. With careful movements, he uncorked it before slowly dragging his clawed thumb against the opening. The eye pressed against the rim of it, and right before it fell off, the Banite paused. Slowly, he brought the eye up to his lips, placing a very gentle kiss on it before whispering a healing incantation again. As he spoke, he could taste the salty residue of tears on his lips as well as the thick irony flavor that seemed to coat Thanatos’ insides. Quickly but carefully, the Banite brought the eye to the bottle, allowing it to fall in. He corked it back up before sliding it into his pocket; the shorter man didn’t need to know about his keepsake. 

Gortash picked up the box with the gift before spinning back around. As soon as he did, Thanatos shot back up and opened his good eye to once again stare up at the taller man. He noticed a few tear stains going down the shorter man’s cheeks, one bloody, one not. The taller man reached down to wipe a few of the bloody ones away, bringing up his thumb to lick them off, savoring their disgusting flavor. There was another shudder that went through the other man, but this one was less tight, a more pleasured one, it seemed, especially as the shorter man bit down on his bottom lip. Chuckling, the Lordling leaned down once again to cup the Bhaalspawn’s cheek. “A taste of divinity, how you spoil me, assassin,” He cooed. When the other tried to give a desperate nod, he winced in pain, which caused more blood to slide down his cheek. Gortash tsked, giving the shorter man a needlessly hard pat on his cheek. “Oh, my poor dear, bleeding all over my floor again. Maybe we should find something to plug that hole of yours,” The taller man mused, pulling Thanatos’ face to the side and lifting up the left eyelid with his thumb. The empty socket was bloody, red with irritation and a horrendous smell coming from it. When he looked closer, the artificer spotted what seemed to be some infection, crusty and green. There was even a little bit of decay in spots of the socket; evidently, the damage was worse than either man realized. As he observed the damage, he found himself wondering… How warm must it be in there? How slick was it with blood and infection? Would the muscle around it give away easily, or would it stay tight?

If he were to…

No. Another thought for another day.

Getting a hold of himself, the Banite leaned back, opening the box with his other hand before carefully withdrawing the stone. He looked down to see Thanatos’ good eye watching, waiting expectantly. The Lordling pulled the hand, cradling the shorter man up, which made him tilt his head at an upward angle, and he moved his thumb so the eyelid would close again. Another drop of blood slid slow and fat down the man’s cheek. Feeling bold, Gortash leaned down, chasing the trail with his tongue until he got to the now tightly closed eyelid. He placed a chaste kiss there before he pulled away, smiling down gleefully at the awestruck look the Bhaalspawn had. “Ready?” The Banite asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer before cruelly using his thumb to once again pry open the shorter man’s eyelid. Thanatos did not squirm. Careful of his craft, the artificer moved the gem so the iris would face out before he went to align the stone. As he precisely aimed it, hands wrapped around his wrists but there was no pressure to them. Gortash flicked his eyes over to the Bhaalspawn’s good one with a cocked-up eyebrow. There wasn’t much to see except the shorter man’s sad eyes, wide eyes that had a pleading look to them. To keep a dog obedient, one should always correct their behavior, but Thanatos had been behaving rather well in the last few minutes, so he allowed the bloodied hands to stay and returned his attention to the gemstone.

Even with the added weight, the Banite was able to get the eye angled just right. Gortash gave the other man one more look over before carefully sliding the eye into place. It was a wet, sloppy sound as the gem slid into place, forcing more blood to be pushed out. The taller man’s fingers were positively soaked with the Bhaalspawn’s blood, but it wasn’t nauseating like he believed it would be. It was a bit sickening, the iron in it stifling the air, but it was warm, thick, and supple between the skin and nail. Every groove in his fingers was filled with it. Gortash pulled away from Thanatos, whose hands had dropped away once the eye was in place, giving the other man space to adjust. The half drow didn’t open his eyes for a long time, simply kneeling and hunching over with his hands over his eye. The Lordling itched to pull it away and force the shorter man to open his eye, but the artificer told himself to wait. Again, he reminded himself, this is a Bhaalspawn. Eventually, Thanatos slowly straightened his body. He let his hands drop and angled his head up.

When his eyes opened, Gortash let out a pleased, loving gasp, which the shorter man followed up with one of his own.

It was wonderful; the all-black stood out beautifully against the man’s grey skin. It looked all-consuming against it, like the inky black was taking over his face. The freckles that dotted everywhere were just enhanced by its dark features. Somehow, the gem even made that ugly, angry scar that ran across it a gorgeous feature. How lucky the Banite was to be the artist of such a work of art, to be able to work with such a canvas. It was a truly wonderful piece of work that was finally finished.

Thanatos still had a wide, surprised look, especially when he brought his hand up and waved in front of his face. Those eyes widened still and snapped up to the taller man with shock in them. Gortash chuckled, crossing his arms. “You didn’t think I’d let you walk around blind, did you, Bhaalspawn?” He teased, basking in the wide eye attention from the half drow. There was a very long pause as both men stared at the other. Gortash’s smile only widened more with every second longer they looked until the half elf broke the silence with a very, very quiet mutter. It was so quiet that the Lordling couldn’t understand the words, but before he could demand the shorter man to speak up, Thanatos lunged at him. The taller man had no time to react before a bloody hand tightly grabbed his coat and yanked. He expected a bite, a punch, or somehow even a knife to the face. But he didn’t expect a kiss. 

It was uncoordinated and sloppy as the half elf smashed their faces together; it was obvious he was unpracticed. The Banite had opened his mouth with shock, but the other man must’ve sensed it as an opportunity and shoved his tongue deep in Gortash’s mouth. He wasn’t surprised by the metallic taste; it had coated everything else on the Bhaalspawn. There was blood and spit starting to uncomfortably dribble down the Lordling’s chin from the aggressive kissing, but the half drow did not let up; if anything, his grip tightened. Gortash allowed it, though, allowing himself to get lost in the gross sensation of a mix of blood and saliva, gulping down as much of it as he could. His head began to feel fuzzy, disconnected from his body, when Thanatos pulled back. They each were panting like mad men, staring into each other’s eyes with crazed, desired looks. After a few pained gasps, the shorter man spoke.

“I want to devour you,” He whispered, gathering more of the other man’s coat in his grip.

And Gortash was all too happy to oblige.

Pt.1

[phoenixfangs]

tagged by @rizaposting HOLDING UR HAND AND PRESSING MY FOREHEAD AGAINST UR SHOULDER i never get tagged in these so this is fun huehue

are you named after anyone? not technically, ive asked my parents multiple times about How they came up with me and my siblings names, but they just. didnt think very hard about it. fjkdlsjfdlas. but in a way im named after my mom, because me and saturns given names start with the same letter as our moms; my younger siblings names start with the same letter as our dads. i guess me and saturn could also be named for one of my dads uncles?? our names mixed make that uncles name. but idk im not willing to believe my dad cares that much about Anyone in his family to honor their memory through our names lawl

when was the last time you cried? i think the other day watching atla, when zuko and iroh reunite before the final battle. zuko trying to stumble through an apology and thinking iroh must hate him, but iroh just without even saying anything grabbing zuko and pulling him into a tight and tearful hug... man ;_;

do you have kids? HELL NO!!!!! im barely halfway through my 20s i should be at the club. dont want kids, never wanted kids, will never want kids. i will tolerate being my nieces and nephews cool auncle when my siblings start having kids of their own, and No More, thanks

do you use sarcasm a lot? i guess so?? its hard to gauge. i feel like most of the time i speak sincerely, but i will also throw in the occasional sarcastic quip. shrugs

what sports do you play? i dont play any sports anymore, but up until high school i played softball. i was pretty good i think! pitcher and second base. also in middle/high school i was a baton twirler for band and i guess dance competitions (i have Never thought of it as 'dance' but i guess technically i was dancing... blegh), and im gonna count that as a sport. any activity with the possibility and probability of being hit on the head by a metal rod counts as a sport to me

what’s the first thing you notice about people? probably their height. most people are taller than me but i will make an immediate note of people who are Shorter than me

what’s your eye color? grrrreen gray? i spent a few minutes staring at my eyes trying to figure out the color but all i did was strain my eyes jfldks

scary movies or happy endings? hmmmmmm i love both. i like blood and gore and guts and evil, but i also like heartwarming fluff where everything works out. i cant decide!! it just depends on my mood hehe

any special talents? i hesitate to claim i have perfect pitch because it sounds self congratulatory, but im pretty sure i have perfect pitch lmao. i cant Identify notes by name but i can recreate pretty much any note i hear, as long as its in my range. im not a good singer though lawl i dont have the technique. in the same vein, i can recreate other noises i hear pretty well, like i taught myself how to do the perry the platypus clicking sound Thing he does just by listening to it

where were you born? texas born and raised! everyone i knew growing up was a redneck or a 'cowboy church' christian

what are your hobbies? drawing, writing fanfic oneshots or rps with friends, bideo games, rewatching the same handful of tv shows and letsplays and video essays over and over again

do you have any pets? my son, my sweet bubby, apollo :> my stupid little man, hes gonna be 3 this year i think! flame point siamese kitty, dumb as rocks, currently i think hes burrowed in the sheets on my bed taking a nappy

how tall are you? 5'2", but add a couple inches because i almost exclusively wear shoes that add height, like my Big Dyke Boots i wear every day hehe

favorite subject in school? any of my electives probably, like art and music/band. in college my favorite classes i ever took were film appreciation, screenwriting, and theatre directing (which i signed up for thinking it was film directing, but it was still so fun and interesting)

dream job? honestly?? i think anything on the set of a movie or tv show would be awesome. maybe creative consultant, so that i can interject my own ideas into other peoples projects. i tend to feel my most creative when im working Around other peoples ideas tbh. all that, or lead writer/director on my own tv show/movie/video game, if i ever feel like i can handle that pressure

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[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, Part 2

Summary:  A date with the ghost of your past

Pairings:  Dean Winchester X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, mentions of divorce and separation, mentions of sex, mentions of blow jobs, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.1K

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You laugh as the stylist beside you tells a corny joke.  The week had been good.  It was nearing the weekend, and it was Jack’s turn.  You had been talking with a few different guys on the app, but none of them had tickled your fancy quite like Frank.  

It was casual with Frank, but so sweet.  He had asked about your day, he was curious about your job, wanted to know what you did for fun, but never asked for an actual date.  Just your ideal one.  And even told you about his hobby with boating.  Saying he always imagined a romantic dinner date on a boat.  Staring up at the stars, talking with one another, letting the boat rock you, and even slow dancing.  It sounded like perfection.

You finish up your client when the receptionist runs up to you, “The school is on the phone.  Finn got hit in the face with a ball, and his nose is bleeding.”

“What?” You screech, already grabbing your things.  “Check her out.  I’ve got to go,” you run out the salon, thankful that his school wasn’t far.

Rushing into the school to check in, they ring you in, letting you know he was still in the gym.  “Did you call his dad, too?” You ask, knowing that Jack would want to know what happened and if his son was okay.

“Yes, Mrs. O’Malley.  He said he’d be here shortly.”

You smile awkwardly, and head towards the gym.  Your baby is sitting alone in the gym.  A wad of tissues on his nose, leaning forward.  “Finny.”

“Mom, I’m fine,” he nasally answers, but you crouch down in front of him.  Lifting him up by his chin.  “Mom!  Coach Winchester said I was okay.  Nothing looked broken.”

“Winchester?  What happened to Coach Wilson?  Did he put you up to this?  Who threw the ball?”

“Is dad coming?  You’re embarrassing me.  I’m not a baby anymore,” you gasp playfully, and stand up in shock when a loud whistle rings in your ear.  Spinning around quickly to see Coach Winchester in all his short red shorts glory, and Finn snorts.  “Coach Winchester, this is my mom.  Mom, this is the new coach.”

“Your Finn’s mom?” He asks, laughing.  Extending his hand out to you, and those candy green apple eyes look your body up and down.  You cock up an eyebrow shaking your head, and he holds your hands out wide, “You are looking good.”

“That’s gross.”

“Dean, not here,” you motion to the side towards Finn whose lip was curled up in confusion.  “Finn, this is Dean, my…friend from high school.”

“Right,” he winks at you.  Giving you a wide smile, and his eyes drift down to your left hand, and his smile gets bigger when there isn’t a ring there.  “Friends.  So — you have a kid now.”

“Clearly.  And you teach elementary physical education.  College football didn’t treat you well?”  Grimacing, he looks down at the floor. He looked good.  Better than he did in high school.  He was taller, and wider, but still had that dangerously good looking face.  He smelled much better than the cheap Ax body spray he once wore, too.  

“So, would you want…”

“Dad!  Thank god, mom was babying me like my nose was going to fall off.  Coach Winchester even said it was fine,” Jack jogs into the gym.  Heading straight towards your son, and holds him up against his body.  

“Winchester, huh?” Jack knows.  Your first drunken night together, and the night which Finn was conceived, you each told about the first time you had sex.  Yours was standing in front of you.  A couple of inches taller than Jack, and you bite at your lip when Jack tries to stand taller.  “Dean?”

“You’ve heard about me?” Dean chuckles, his eyes looking back at you.  “Hopefully it was all good things.”

“It was the kind of things such as they don’t know what they’re doing variety,” you give Jack a slap on the arm, apologizing to Dean.  “Well, me and my wife should get Finn home.”

“Or, you go ahead, take Finn to get some ice cream, since I’m so embarrassing?”

“Yes!  Please, dad, please?  Or can we go to the precinct and see Cal?  Or can I ride in the back of the cop car again, or,” Jack places his hand over Finn’s mouth, and turns to look at you.  Finn was always extra talkative when he knew he was going to spend more time with his dad.  “Please?” He asks again.  This time muffled.

“Fine.  You want me to drop him off at the house?”

With a nod, you turn back to look at Dean, and he throws his hands up stepping back, “I apologize about him.  We both didn’t know what we were doing, but we figured it out.”

“I was actually going to — never mind.  You’re married, and I’m overstepping my bounds.”

“We’re separated.  Legally separated.  He doesn’t even live with me,” he doesn’t.  And you were currently trying to just say no anytime he wanted to ‘come over’.  “I would love to go out with you.  That is if that’s what you were going to ask.  If not, I’ve just embarrassed myself in front of you again.”

“Embarrassing would be you gagging so bad that you couldn’t give me a proper blow job.”

“We’re at school, Dean.”

“We were then, too.”

“Okay,” you look away from him, and start to walk away.  This was all too much.  Dating was hard, but this was humiliating.  “I’m going to scream in my pillow now.”

“You could always scream in my pillow.  Ugh,” Dean groans.  His hands press on his temples, and he shakes his head, “We both suck.  And I think we both realize we’re not in highschool anymore.  I apologize for that crude comment.  I should have just asked if you wanted to go out with me Friday night?”

“Yes,” you give yourself no time to think.  Just blurt out the first answer.  It was Jack’s weekend.  And of all the propositions you were getting online, the one you wanted was content with just talking.  “Friday at seven?”

“It sounds perfect.”

“TJ!” You scream as soon as he picks up the phone.  Panic had set in.  Jack was running late as usual.  All your clothes sucked, and you just know you’re making a terrible mistake.  

“WHAT?”

“I need you.”

“Why?”

“I have a date.  Jack is not getting here until eight.  And I have nothing to wear.”

“I’ll be right there.”

You pace around your bedroom, hearing Finn’s music upstairs, and even the obnoxious beating of his drums.  The gift from Jack the day that he moved out.  Finn tortured you with that thing on a daily.  You wonder if you were making a mistake.  You know that there was still love with Jack.  Should he admit his wrongs, you would start all over again with him.  Your biggest fear was him not realizing before it was too late.  

While Frank had been steadily asking you about your day, this was something you couldn’t talk about with him.  Even the random messages from Nick, you had to push aside, because you were focused on making the most out of this date with Dean.  It might be someone from your past, but you did always enjoy time with him.    There was a sweetness about him.  And he had a job where he was with kids.  Surely he wanted to have some of his own.  

You decided when you signed up for the site that you were going to make your list of things you were not compromising on, and that was number one.  Pacing back and forth on the carpet when TJ pokes his head in.  “I can work with this.  Who’s the date?  Did you meet him on that site?  So my new pictures I told you to post helped?”

“No, I met him at the school.”

“That took an unexpected turn,” he pulls out a pair of jeans, and lays them on your bed.  Starting to rifle through your closet.  “Why does Jack still have clothes here?”

“His name is on the house?”

“Who are you going on a date with?” TJ walks a shirt over to you, and motions for you to put it on.  “Uh, he’s very loud,” he looks up at the ceiling plugging his ears.  “Of all the sabotaging things Jack could have done for you, this…this is the worst.  Ooh!  Pretty!” He says looking up and down at you with the outfit he chose.  “I figured a dress was too much.  Who are you dating.”

“Dean Winchester,” you mumble, and start to walk out of your bedroom.  Already holding your ears when TJ lets out a high pitched scream.

“The Dean Winchester?  Like took your V Card Dean Winchester?  Like the one that you had all your firsts with?  The first I love you?  The first orgasm?  The first kiss?  The first one to put anything in your twat?”

“It wasn’t in that order, Teej,” opening the fridge, you see a few of Jack’s beers that still remain, and pop a top.  Downing the brew, when you look at him, “Tell me I’m making a mistake.”

“I mean, I would have chosen someone new to lay under, but you do you.”

“I’m not having sex with Dean!”

He jerks the beer out of your hands, finishing the bottle up, “First don’t get drunk before your date.  Second, why wouldn’t you sleep with Dean?”

“First date.”

“But…you’ve already had sex with him?” He never understood.  He had never been married.  Didn’t have kids, but when he grabs your left hand, and his thumb traces over the finger where you wedding band used to sit, he gives you a sad smile, “It’s not there.  You’re separated, and it seems like you’re going to get divorced.  Have fun.  Sex is fun.  And you’re having sad sex with Jack.  I want fun and exciting sex for you.  Let him show you what he’s learned these past years.  He was hot in high school.  Is he still hot?” You nod your head quickly, but yank your hand out of his.  

“I’m still married though.  I don’t know if I want to try with Jack or if I want to try this single life permanently.  I’m exploring my options.”

“You can still explore your options while taking your frustrations out on Dean’s giant dick,” he gives you a shrug, but when you don’t smile, he wraps his arms around you, giving you a tight hug.  “I’m just saying.  Sex can be just sex.  Be protected this time around for Christ’s sake.”

“I get the shot.”

“Well, good, but still wrap it before you tap it.  No accidental pregnancies and shot gun weddings, okay?  But have fun.  And man,” he smiles looking at the front door.  Finn’s beating drums are still loud in the house, so you know he won’t see you.  You had let him know that TJ was going to be here when his dad came to pick him up, but he would most likely be in his room until Jack arrived.  “He is punctual.  I like that in a man.”

“Shh, let me enjoy this.  Stay back.”

Jack waltzes into the house, and stops when he sees TJ sitting on the couch, “You and my wife having a girls night in?”

“She isn’t here,” TJ gives him a big smile, and taps on the couch beside him.  “Come on.  Come here and have a little chat with good ole TJ.”

“Where is she?”

“Jack…”

“Son of a bitch.  I knew it.  I knew something like this was going to happen.  Who is it?  Who…where did she meet him?  Teej…what?  Why are you so fucking calm?  This…I was supposed to be coming home.  She has the divorce papers written up.  It’s…this is my family,” Jack is thankful for the constant beating of those drums.  They were serving their purpose of letting him and you know if Finn was listening.  And Finn was terrible at them.

“Jack, I did warn you.”

“You only tell me what I’m doing wrong though.”

“I tell her, too.  She was sad when she left.  Is that what you want to hear?  I told her to have fun, and she left with you on her mind,” Jack feels a bit better with that admission.  Not the sad part, but the part where you were thinking about him.  He liked that.  

“I’m not telling you who it is, because I know you.  You’ll illegally search them, and dig up all their dirt, and that’s not fair.  I told you months before she said she wanted a divorce that you were working too much.  I told you that at least one more baby was a must for her.  She wanted five when we were in highschool. She would settle for one more with you.  But she needed you here for her, and for Finn.  You didn’t listen.”

“And what about her?  I have more sex with her now that we’re not together.  I’m the one that mostly paid for this house.  I’m the one that…”

“She asked for you, Jack!  Your old little bitty house that you lived in, you were both happy.  Bigger house meant more hours for the both of you.  She cut her hours to make sure Finn was taken care of.  She wants kids with you.  She was withholding sex from you to make you weak.  She has more sex with you now because you’re both idiots, and neither can let each other go, and you still won’t fucking compromise.  Idiots.  Both of you.  If you want your family back, try being a family.  She’s in the dating scene just like you are.”

Jack scratches the back of his neck, and looks away from TJ, “I’m not dating anyone.”

“Why you always lying?  I saw you at the food court…the food court, are you seventeen man?  She was making you laugh.  You were touching her arm.”

“She’s not…it’s not serious.”

“Oh?  Have you taken her home with you?” Jack shakes his head no.  “Kissed her?  Slept with her?”

“You’re just trying to get information out of me to tell my wife, so she can feel more at ease dating her highschool sweetheart.  Dammit, TJ, you put her up to this.”

TJ laughs animatedly.  Grabbing at his chest, but nods, “I didn’t tell her to date Dean.  He asked her at the school.  I did tell her to date, but I couldn’t tell her it was because I saw you at the mall.  And you didn’t answer my questions, Jack.  Is it because you are sleeping with that woman?”

“I am sleeping with my wife.”

“Not anymore,” TJ answers, yelling up at Finn to inform him of Jack’s arrival, ending the conversation.  “If you get to fuck someone else, so should she,” Jack shakes his head almost growling at TJ.  “Hey, if it’s meant to be, you’ll work your ass off and make it be.”

“I’m not sleeping with her,” Jack whispers before holding his arms wide for Finn to jump in them.  Jack was pissed.  Yeah, he had been talking to someone.  But it wasn’t serious.  And she was no you.

Dean smiles as he sits back down at the table.  He was winded from his last song.  “You gonna sing?” You shake your head no, taking a drink from your glass.  “Oh, come on!  I’ll do it with you,” when you offer him a smile, and slightly nod your head, he reaches out to cup your cheek.  “You haven’t changed.”

“You have,” he drops his hand, and leans back in his chair, “You changed for the better.  You’re not a cocky little shit anymore.”

“Yeah, well, my girlfriend was having sex with me.  I had a lot to be cocky about.”

“You always did have to bring it to sex.”

“Now, don’t be like that.  We had fun.  I treated you right.  We were the prom king and queen.  I’m sorry, it’s just…it almost feels like no time has passed.  You’re married and have a kid though.”

You take a deep breath, and Dean starts to interject, apologizing before any words escape your mouth.  “I am legally married, yes.  We have been separated for a few months.  He doesn’t live with me.  We have been going to couples counseling and nothing is working.  But we are learning to co-parent.  My son comes first in this.  Jack and I…we got carried away when we were dating.  Got pregnant, got married, and now we’re here.  Two very different people.”

“You love him though,” there was no question about it.  Dean knew you well enough to know that you still very much loved Jack.  It was the being in love with him that you doubted.

“He gave me my son, and a few happy years, but also a few stressful and lonely years.  If this turns into more than a date, I will be the first to let you know if my status with Jack has changed.  But currently, we’re separated, all I lack with the divorce is filing the papers, we are co-parenting, and you and I are on our first date.”

“That’s fair.  Now, about that song, what about Wanted by Bon Jovi?”

“Dean Winchester is going to sing a Bon Jovi song?” You throw your head back in laughter, and Dean can’t quit staring.  You really hadn’t changed.  There was always so much fun and laughter with you.  

You currently could feel the change.  You weren’t being held down by dead weight.  This felt good.  You felt seen and heard.  You had someone in front of you to talk to.  To laugh with.  Even if it was someone from your past, this felt comfortable.  Familiar.  Dean was handsome, and he still had that goofy charm to him.

You didn’t want to give up on Frank, or even explore your options.  You had always been a serial monogamous, and there was something exciting about the unknown.  A journey to self discovery, and hopefully to finding what you really and truly loved.  A way to be your own person instead of just Jack’s wife or just Finn’s mom.  You forgot what it was like to put yourself first, and it felt good to be selfish.  

“Here’s to finding me,” you raise your glass up, and Dean crashes his with your own.  Drinking your wine, before needing to see if your body still remembered him.  Pulling him closer by his shirt, you crash your lips into his.  The lingering beer tingles on your lips with the way he was tracing them with his tongue.  You open your mouth, granting him access, and moan at the feeling of him.

No longer was he the young man you used to know.  Dean knew exactly what he was doing, “Wanna get out of here?”

“Nope.  I wanna sing Bon Jovi with you.”

“Ugh, really?”

“First date, Dean.”

“I mean, really it’s our…I don’t know five hundred and sixty-seventh,” you laugh at him, shaking your head, before standing up and heading to the microphones.  Curling your finger, beckoning up there with you.  He sighs as he stands up.  You were worth the wait and challenge.  Because you were the one that got away.

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I was tagged by @dirty-bosmer to do this very interesting tag game! I loved it and it helped me to look back on my writing, especially since I’ve been having some trouble appreciating my work.

tagging: @argisthebulwark @hezenvengeance @mmmchimken and whoever else would like to take part (I’m not sure how many of my followers are writers)

Rules: Revisit an old fic (or earlier chapters of your current WIP) and share a snip from:

Your first chapter

Your favorite chapter

Your most challenging chapter

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From Dust and Dim Sunshine

First Chapter: (technically numbered ch. 2 in ao3 due to prologue)

Theo took a slow drink from the wine he'd ordered. It wasn't as sweet as the spiced wine he usually liked, but he wanted to expand his horizons. There were tougher things he would need to face than drinking sour wine if he was to persist in his endeavors.

Just then, someone walked into the inn. Theo would not have heard if not for the soft echo of the door closing. This person's steps were soundless; they seemed to glide across the old and worn wooden floor. Theo turned to look back at them, expecting a small, nimble individual. This stranger was definitely not small.

He stood at least a few inches taller than Theo at most; the man wasn't very tall, but he was definitely broad. He wore black leathers and a cloak that didn't so much as rustle; Theo didn't think it was an enchantment on the armor, but rather the person wearing it was trained to move in such a way that produced no sound.

There were several daggers strapped to the stranger's hips, and a well-stocked arrow quiver strapped to his back. The black arrows stored within it seemed to suck in the light, blacker than the darkest night. Daedric. There was a matching bow slung on his back as well, twinning the arrows with its raw and eerily powerful aura, its true crimson grooves offset by darker-than-midnight ebony.

Theo had to get a better look at this intimidating stranger. He was remarkable even from a distance.

Favorite Chapter: Chapter 8. I’m not sure if it could qualify as my all-time favorite chapter because I’m really indecisive, but it’s definitely got one of my favorite scenes and one I’d like to share here most.

He spotted Griffin walking out the door of one of the nearby shops. The circles beneath the man's eyes were darker than usual today, the cool toned purple tinge of them standing out against his golden brown skin and upon the pale scar marring the right side of his face.

"Theo," he had said in his soft, lovely voice by way of greeting. It set Theo's sore heart fluttering. "I have something for you."

The warrior had handed him a ring. It was set with a deep blue sapphire that caught the dim sunshine and reflected it against its silver band. It hummed with magical power; enchanted, with a magicka enhancer.

The ring was beautiful. It slid easily onto Theo's middle finger. It would have been a little large on his bare hand, but it was a perfect fit with the thickening barrier of the glove he wore. He stroked his index finger over the smoothly cut gem, his heart swelling.

It was a peace offering. An expensive one, too; Theo had an inkling of what such jewelry - especially the enchanted kind, must've cost. At first guilt had gripped him like a vice; he did not want Griffin to think he needed appeasement, and he was the one who was supposed to be paying Griffin for his endeavors on the Imperial's behalf. But the gift... he had to admit it felt nice. He tried not to think of it as anything but a material present and not one that meant any sort of sentiment. Besides - of course the apprentice wizard's magic was useful. The magicka enhancement helped widen his mana pools. It wasn't about the jewelry, but rather the utility in which the enchantment provided. But the ring... He could not deny that the ring was lovely. It wasn't just any plain band.

Most Challenging Chapter: Chapter 14. It’s the newest chapter in the fic and by far the hardest one I’ve written as of late, with 6k words of angst and lots of difficult interactions.

"You don't..." Griffin trailed off and then sighed, "The treatment isn't right, no matter what."

"So you're the only person who is allowed to be unkind to me, Griffin?" The words poured out of him, bitter and wavering, as a fresh wave of tears dampened his eyes. "Why do you even pretend to care about my feelings? We are just... partners, not even friends." He wiped away his tears with shaky fingers, careful to avoid his glasses lenses. It hurt so much to say the word 'partners' when for a split second he'd lead himself to believe that they were lovers instead.

Griffin flinched, and it felt like another stab to the heart. He sighed again. It must've been truly exhausting for him to have to pick up the pieces of a pain he inflicted upon himself, Theo thought bitterly.

"That doesn't mean I hate you, Theo... We are partners, but I don't want to see you hurt by others either."

The Imperial wanted to scream at him. I fell in love with you, and I thought you loved me too, but you broke my heart. You led me on. You pretended and I fell for it.

"Your job is to keep me safe from physical dangers - not to treat me like glass. Remember that." He turned away, quick, and with this newfound burst of anger he walked out of Dragonsreach. He didn't look back - didn't need to. Griffin would follow on his own time.