#like there are spare parts but not a lot of them

[likedovesinthewindd]

out of service; part nine of sore loser ⋆ masterlist

summary: you're between a rock and a hard place | content/warning: art's redemption chapter let's go!!! explicit language, inaccuracies about university and tennis, angst, arguing, injuries (and descriptions of said inguries), patrick barely features in this one | tags: @midwestprincesss

"I'm going to be frank with you. You've been failing your classes."

You were picking at the skin on your fingers with a passion, taking another deep breath to try and control the tears you could feel already pooling in your eyes. "You're also aware of your scholarship's terms and conditions," your professor continued, "so you are aware that if you do bad academically, you could lose the scholarship?"

The torture on your hands had seized and moved on to you now picking the soft pieces of lint from your sweatpants. "Can you look at me, please?"

Your professor called your name softly, urging you to look at her. When you did, she spared you a sympathetic smile. "You are aware that you could lose your scholarship, right?" she asked again. You only nodded, the thought causing a knot form in your already dry throat. "Worst case scenario is they make you drop tennis so that you have more time to work," she continued. "I talked to your coach and—"

"You can't make me drop tennis. Please," you spoke up for the first time since you've entered her class. She sighed, biting at the inside of her cheek and giving you a small nod. "I understand you don't want to give that up," she tried, "and I know how hard you've worked to get where you are now. But something's got to give. It's either you step up and work on your grades, or your coach has to take you out of the team."

"I'll work harder, I promise. Just give me some time, please," you pleaded. Your professor only nodded with a placating look. "You're a smart girl," she stated, "you've just been a bit unorganized lately. You need to find your balance again."

The walk from her class to your dorm felt like a thousand miles, your mind swarming with thoughts. You always knew how to keep your head above water when it came to balancing the different aspects of your life, but recently, everything felt off kilter. It had now come to the choice of one or the other, and you didn't want to make that decision.

You made a detour to one of the practice courts, finding Art and one of his teammates practicing. You sat on one of the benches, hands rubbing over your legs as you watched them play. After a while, he bid his friend goodbye before making his way to you, plopping down next to you.

"Do you want me to practice with you?" he asked. You shook your head. "I didn't come to practice. I just came to clear my head," you said quietly, looking over at him. The small tresses of hair sticking out the front of his backward cap were slightly damp with sweat, a light pink dusting his cheeks as he took a few deep breaths.

"You alright?" he asked, watching as you slowly nodded. "Do you want me to go?" he asked, and you shook your head no. You clearly had a lot on your mind, but he decided to leave you, the two of you sitting in silence.

★ ⊹ ˚.

You drew in a deep breath, tightening your grip on your racket as you eyed your opponent. She had a smirk on her face as she bounced the ball in her hand before lifting her racket. You braced yourself, finding your footing. You were tired. Tired of the sun sitting idle above your head, tired of barely gaining any points. tired of this smug bitch looking down at you and tired of not winning.

It's a flurry of movement after she serves, the both of you playing like your life depended on it. On the pavillion, Art was watching attentively as the two of you moved. He could tell you were exhausted, your form becoming sloppy and unfocused as you desperately tried to keep up. He could see the desperation in your eyes, the frustration, and the need to win. You were starting to make dumb mistakes, and it was costing you.

It happened so fast, the one moment your opponent was hitting the ball with a force that had you scrambling to try and keep up, and the next, you were losing your footing, stumbling forward with nothing but an outstretched hand to break your fall.

You had tried to shake it off, tell yourself and everyone else you were fine, but as soon as the pain shot through your wrist and up your arm, you were writhing. The pain was almost blinding, soon turning to a dull ache that numb every other part of your body. It hurt so much, and you couldn't do anything but cry; cry because it hurt, because you had embarrassed yourself, because you couldn't play. All you could hear were the gasps of the crowd and the people approaching you in hurried steps.

★ ⊹ ˚.

You felt so overstimulated. The tears have dried on your cheeks and left tacky tracks on your face. Your eyes were red and swollen and hurt every time you blinked. The cheap plastic of the examination bed squeaked with every slight movement and prompted you to sit still, your right hand laid carefully on a pillow in your lap while the other one was being held in Art's much warmer hand, his thumb rubbing over the top of your hand carefully.

You looked down at your hand, at the dark blues and purples blooming around your swollen wrist as the dull ache settled bone-deep. You sniffled, tears once again settling in your eyes. Art's grip on your hand tightened as he brought your uninjured hand to his lips, placing a light kiss to the top of your knuckles. He looked at you apologetically as he saw the hopeless look on your face.

"I dunno what happened," you stated with a broken voice, watching as he continued placing kisses to your hand. "It's okay," he said, but you only shook your head.

The nurse returned with a fresh icepack, carefully placing it on your wrist before she looked at you forlornly. "I think your wrist might be broken, dear," she whispered as she placed a hand on your shoulder. "We're gonna have to get you to a hospital for an X-ray just to be sure."

You only nodded, watching as she walked away to call your parents. You looked over at Art, who still had your hand clutched in his, an expression matching yours on his face.

You had left the hospital late that night with a cast, a bag of painkillers and Art still by your side looking equally exhausted. "You didn't have to stay, by the way. I could've asked my roommate for a ride," you said watching as he opened the door to his car for you. "I don't mind," was all he said, waiting for you to get in.

When finally got back to your dorm, you thanked him, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. When his arms wrapped themselves around you, it was like everything came crashing down, a whole day's exhaustion and pain building up until there was no way but for it to pour out.

You found yourself sobbing in his arms, your face leaving wet tracks on his shirt as he held you tighter. You pulled away begrudgingly, taking your hand and rubbing angrily at your wet face. "I'm sorry," you said, looking down at the wet marks left on his shirt rather than his face. "It's okay," he said, his hand holding the side of your face and making you look up at him. "You're gonna be okay," he tried.

You sighed deeply, biting the inside of your cheek. "I fucked everything up," you said. He tried to calm you down, but you were already rambling. "What if I can't play anymore?" you asked rhetorically, "I'll lose everything. What am I supposed to tell my parents?"

"You're gonna be fine," Art repeated. "How do you know that?" you asked, frustrated at his calm demeanor. The angry tears made it hard for you to see, so you rubbed across your face again. "I know because I'm gonna be here," he answered, gently prying your hand from your face and looking into your reddening eyes. "Tennis isn't everything."

"It is to me," you answered quickly. "This is my only shot. It's all I have." Art's hand still held onto yours, feeling the way you squeezed it tighter. "That's not true—"

"Tell me I'm still good," you interrupted. "That I'll still be good," you pleaded. He said your name in a soft, placating voice. "Please," you begged. He sighed. "You're still good," he said softly, pulling you closely and placing a kiss to your forehead. "You're still good," he repeated against your skin.

You relished his soft touch and the feeling of being in his embrace, your good hand bringing his face down to yours to meet in a kiss. An unspoken desperation and gratitude passed from your lips to his and as if he could feel it, he hadn't tried stopping you, tongue greedily yet softly licking inside your mouth.

His mouth left yours, carefully grabbing your right hand and bringing it to his mouth, kissing the inside of your wrist over the hard plaster of the cast. Your mouth hung slightly open in a search of a breath as your left hand held the side of his face before his lips met yours once again.

★ ⊹ ˚.

[witchpassing]

interview_3aC

I got into piloting during the Third Generation. For the historically illiterate, that’s before the breakpoint, not after. Summer Offensive, Chelsk Offensive, ‘81, ‘82… All that shit.

When you say pilot now, people get a certain mental image. It wasn’t like that, back then; end of the day, a G3 frame is basically just another kind of tank. Hot like hell inside and full analogue control. You had to think five, six, seven seconds ahead sometimes, because that’s how long it’d take you to string together the inputs for what you were doing next.

I was good. I mean, I’m good at my job now, sure, but… you should’ve fuckin’ seen me then.

... Anyway. Long and short of it is, I got unlucky. Everyone does, sooner or later. Coterie railcannon caved in part of my cockpit, crushed my leg to dogmeat, and that was that. A few years later, they’d have amputated, plugged in a spare, and sent me back in, but this was ‘83, the tech wasn’t there yet. We were hearing about it, you know, shit on the grapevine about the brain-machine barrier, weird tests underground out in Lysk, but I don’t think any of us really believed in it.

I wanna say I knew what was coming, but I didn’t. Nobody did.

So. Cockpit breach. Fucked leg. They did a lot of work, got it to where I could walk on a good day, but it was obvious I wasn’t gonna cut it any more. Took my pension, checked out, spent eight years in the worst dyke bars I could find. Don’t really wanna talk about that part. That’s not what you’re here for, anyway.

So I’m a few years down the line, losing my mind somewhere in Sengrade, and I get a call. It’s this guy I used to know, I never really nailed down what he did, Information maybe, and he’s telling me about this program they’re spinning up over in Lysk, and sure that rings some alarm bells but what am I gonna do, say no? I don’t even need to hear the specifics, he’s trying to tell me it’s the next big jump in frame tech, it’s gonna win us the war, whatever, I’m already halfway onto a train.

The job turned out to be the Fifth Generation. Not only was the brain-machine barrier real, but they’d smashed clean through it. I said a G3 is basically a tank, right? So I was expecting an iteration on the form. Sharper, sleeker sure, but at the end of the day just a prettier-looking tank.

Well, I was dead fuckin’ wrong. Seeing something that size move that way, it’s… I don’t think I can put it into words. Go find a poet or something. Ask them what they think about Gen 5.

… Didn’t come for free, of course. The neural throughput on a machine that size will cook an unprepared brain like a fuckin’ egg. You need to be dosed to the gills on a whole cocktail of ten-syllable shit to take it for more than a few minutes, and the drugs make you weird. Horny, mostly - I’m sure you’ve heard about that - but you’re also looking at impaired impulse control, difficulty with long-term thinking, emotional disregulation, mania… Plus, there’s something in the cocktail or the link or both that is bastard habit-forming. You see them counting the hours between sorties. They adjust to the hyperstimulation, get calibrated to it, and then everything else is just too god-damn quiet.

Think maybe it’s carcinogenic, actually, but you didn’t hear that from me.

So, yeah. Weird. Command doesn’t want weird operating superweaponry. Weird doesn’t make sound tactical decisions. Which means all the shit that makes somebody a functioning soldier - the long-term decision making, the impulse control, the ability to give a fuck about the rules of engagement - it had to be outsourced.

The term they used at first was “special consultant”. Then “special consulting officer”, once we hit field testing. It wasn’t “handler” until later.

The first crop of us - I’m just gonna say handlers, I know how you’re gonna wanna spin this, I get it - were all ex-pilots. G3, mostly; Gen 4 didn’t leave a lot of material to work with. I guess the idea was we were the closest you could get to a G5 candidate’s frame of reference, but it was pretty clear within the first few months that that was bullshit. Some of us took to it, some of us washed out. A lot couldn’t take the wetwork, which I guess I can sympathise with.

Me, I handled it fine. Better than I should’ve, maybe. Being a tanker didn’t do shit for me, but my dad, he was a dog trainer, and… Yeah, well, you get the idea.

… No, no. The other kind of wetwork. You know what I mean.

…

The leg? Ha. Yeah, they offered me a prosthetic. ‘Course they did. But, call me a hypocrite, whatever you want - by that point I was six months in and I knew with total fuckin’ certainty I didn’t want the link. I spend enough of my time helping the military put their shit into peoples’ bodies, you know? I don’t want it walking home with me.

… No, I don’t understand why they keep signing up. Early days, sure, nobody knew what it did to you back then, but there’s been leaks, people’ve talked - hell, I’m talking right now. You can find our burnouts in any dive in the country, or what's fuckin' left of them. The candidates now, they know what we do to people here, and they just keep coming, and coming…

Though, you know… I think sometimes about the first time I saw a Gen 5 machine take off, that first day on the program. The way it moved against the blue-black of the sky, like it weighed nothing at all. And I almost get it.

[luvsupa]

read part one here!

tags; heianera!sukuna, trueform!sukuna, sukuna x fem!reader, kissing… lots os kissing, smut-ish (?),readers called little one, ermm lmk if I forgot sum …

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sukuna's voice continues to linger in your mind, his gaze making you feel as if he's watching your every move. what did he see in me? why was I spared?

the walk towards your new estate is a journey through confusion and fear. trailing behind uraume and the guards, you glance around the dimly lit corridor, trying to make contact with the other servants and concubines who are already giving you dirty looks and whispering.

when you finally arrive at your quarters, uraume unlocks the door and motions you to enter. “uraume," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "why did sukuna spare my life?"

uraume's gaze sharpens, a flash of disappointment in their eyes. “you are to address him with the correct honorific," your heart sinks. how am I already managing to piss them off! "I assume sukuna-sama was intrigued." your mind races with questions, but before you can ask any, uraume and the guards depart, leaving you with no further explanation.

pacing back and forth alone in the dimly lit room, your mind is filled with millions of thoughts, but this time, it's about him.

finally, you've had enough of your mind racing, and you make your way toward the wooden door. carefully opening it, loud creaks echo through the hallway. peeking your head through, you see the corridor is empty, the only sound there is the crackling torches lining the hallway.

as you walk down the hallway, you feel his presence, his eyes boring into the back of your head, causing you to stop in your tracks. taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself to look into sukuna's eyes, but when you turn around, you see nothing but a dark corridor.

eventually, you come to see sukuna’s chamber doors, wide open, almost as if he’s baiting you to enter his domain. building up the courage, you step inside, your footsteps barely heard against the stone floor. familiar torches line the steps to his throne. this time, he’s sitting there- eyes closed…? he sleeps here? I expected him to have a larger chamber. just as you think you might be safe to turn back and leave, his voice slices through the stillness,

“did you truly think I wouldn’t notice you, little one?"

your heart sinks, and you slowly turn around to see the king of curses' scarlet eyes gazing down upon you. "I didn’t come here to be unnoticed," you retort, mustering the courage to show him you do not fear him. “why did you spare me?"

sukuna looks at you with amusement. the audacity you have to talk back to him is thrilling. “come here," he purrs.

you obey, walking up the steps while maintaining eye contact, feeling the tension thicken. the air feels electric, charged with an unspoken challenge. suddenly, his two lower arms grab your waist and place you on his thick thighs, closing the distance between you. “you want to know why I spared you?" he hums, tilting his head to look at you more closely. you eagerly nod.

his lips curl into a smile at your eagerness, as his upper arm rises and brushes against your cheek in a gentle yet possessive manner. “your lack of caution fascinates me," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, "it awakens my curiosity."

his hand moves down, tracing the outline of your jaw, as his eyes follow his movement with a dark, hungry intensity. “you fear me," he continues, his fingers now at your throat, your breath hitching at the sensation. “and yet, there is something else, isn’t there? that draws you to me." his words send a rush of heat through you, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, your body betraying your mind. he chuckles softly, his lips dangerously close to yours.

in that moment, the tension between you snaps. his lips crash onto yours, claiming you with a fierce, demanding kiss. his lower hands snake around your waist, grinding up against you, making you moan loudly at the friction that ignites a new level of pleasure.

sukuna growls in response, continuously rutting against you, causing you to whimper by the intense feeling. his kiss becomes even more demanding, drawing another moan from your lips as you feel him harden underneath you. when he finally pulls away, you are left breathing heavily, his scarlet eyes blazing with a passion that makes your knees weak.

“remember this," he says huskily, "you belong to me, body and soul."

with that, he dismisses you, leaving you with your mind filled with thoughts of him. the taste of him lingers on your lips, a reminder of the power he holds over you. as you turn to leave, you can feel his gaze burning into your back, a silent promise that this is far from over.

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a/n: THNK U EVERYONE FOR THA SUPPORT 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[morrak]

Untitled Wednesday Library Series, Part 151

Ian Newton's Population Ecology of Raptors, published in 1979 by T. & A. D. Poyser, Ltd., a publisher specialized in ornithology about which there's a surprisingly tidy little Wikipedia article.

The How

As I mentioned last week, I found this next to the book I featured last week. I'm pretty sure this is the one I picked up and waved around at @krieper to signal a Bird Find, but I suppose it could've been the tern one instead. The treachery of memory. You understand.

The Text

'Raptors' here stands for an obsolete version of the order Falconiformes, which included the families Cathartidae (American vultures and condors), Pandionidae (the osprey), Accipitridae (hawks, kites, buzzards, eagles, and Eurasian and African vultures), Sagittariidae (the secretarybird), and Falconidae (caracaras, falcons, and falconets). The author acknowledges that this grouping is probably paraphyletic — a good and correct notion; more recent work has split his subjects across three orders — but the systematics aren't really the point. Unlike last week's feature and despite its similarities to this week's, neither is behavioral evolution. This is very straightforwardly a population ecology book. Hence, like, the title, I guess.

To that end, lots and lots of summaries of breeding and migration studies, as well as of then-current conservation work, including and especially efforts concerning DDT and other organochlorides. The focus is mainly but not entirely on British bird populations and management practices, and mainly but not entirely on perspectives well represented in the contemporary literature about them. Nothing revolutionary, but all (it seems to me) competently collated.

The Object

Very British, though subtly so. Some of that impression is down to the copy style, but the graph layout and illustrations don't hurt either. The type is all 10/11 pt. VIP Melior, which as far as I can tell is a branch of Hermann Zapf's Melior family that ITC sold for variable input typesetting machines.

Lots of photos (in 32 plates, most doubled) from lots of people, some of which are even OK to look at. The photos, that is. The illustrations (one per chapter, plus the cover, frontispiece, and a couple spares), all by one Jim Gammie, are a great complement to Netwon's prose and really tie the whole thing together. Figures (50) and tables (68) are mostly legible and occasionally really cool.

Orange endpapers; black bookcloth; gold spine detailing; thin but not flimsy paper printed by photolithography. The previous owner wrapped the jacket in a proper paper/mylar protector, which means I don't have to do it myself. Nice.

The Why, Though?

I mean, it's birds of prey.

Not all of them are birds of prey I've got meaningful access to, but some of them are, and what does that matter anyway? This is more of a goes-on-the-bird-shelf-to-fill-out-the-bird-shelf kind of thing than a cover-to-cover read, but I've been meaning to put more mid-level bird taxa in my head and this is fine for that, outdated though it otherwise is.

It doesn't hurt that it's a looker, of course. If this series had any themes or motifs — it doesn't, but hypothetically — one would be that I care more about pretty things than I care to admit.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Kitten's Cream

Pairing: Shigadabi, Dabi/OC (Snowball)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by @norsetenko. Shigaraki and Dabi were supposed to leave together for the week, it was a work trip, but it was going to be nice to be away for a while. Unfortunately, the heteromorphic quirk Tomura also tested on him was only supposed to last a few hours. Now he's a cat heteromorph with no good explanation they can offer the others about that if they're keeping the All For One quirk quiet, which means he's going to be locked in their room without anyone else for a week. It's a really good thing that Duster is happy to leave Snowball to take care of him, and the plushy-made-mortal is delighted to pamper their kitten.

Contents: Mommy kink, mommy dom, Cat!Dabi, lactation kink, oral sex, intercrural sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, subspace, PIV sex, overstimulation, come eating, sex toys, anal fingering, creampie, wet and messy, aftercare, daddy kink, lingerie

Word count: 7410

"I am never letting you try out another weird quirk on me." Dabi grumbles from where he's perched on the bed, his new set of ears pinned back against his head and his tail whipping behind him with similar agitation.

"You were the one who wanted me to try it." Tomura says as he packs his bag. He has to leave again, though, this time not for treatments with the doctor. Instead, he's heading to tour the rest of the bases with Re-Destro for the week. Unfortunately, since they've been trying very hard to hide the fact that Tomura has AFO's quirk, that means that even though Dabi had wanted to go with him on the trip, he's now confined to the League's wing until the cat parts wear off. The transformation quirk was supposed to bring out animalistic traits in whoever it hit, but Duster was told that it would only take effect for a few hours. But it hadn't worn off for a day and when Tomura contacted Ujiko to ask about the quirk in more depth, he had said it was a mis-type and it would likely last a week.

And yeah, he had been curious about it, he wanted to see what kind of animal he was in the eyes of this quirk. He did not want to be this for a week when he could be with Tomura instead. "This fucking sucks." He grumbles, trying to keep his new claws from sinking into their sheets.

"I know, firefly," Tomura comes over to him and sits on the edge of the bed, waiting. Like he really is a cat.

But it feels like it's all him when he does crawl across the bed to tuck himself into Tomura's side, his ears drooping a little and his tail curling needily around his wrist. He doesn't say anything else. It feels like they’ve hardly gotten a minute to themselves lately, and it's been miserable to deal with lately on top of all of the other work stress. They were already planning on having to do reports and other work online while they were gone for the tours, but at least they would be somewhere new in between. Now Dabi is still going to have to do that work, isolated in their room, without Tomura for a whole other week.

Duster pulls him close, stroking his hair, which always feels nice, but feels really, really good while he's a cat. Good enough, that despite the misery in his chest, he does start to purr softly. Tomura smells a little like spice and a lot like rain as he holds him and pets him for as long as he can spare. But he does have to leave, and all too soon he presses a kiss to the crown of Dabi's head, and he knows then that time is up. "Do you want Snowball while I'm gone?"

Despite his initial protests, and the subsequent mountains of embarrassment that he had to work through after Snowball had been brought to life and had taken on a sexy feminine form, Dabi had ended up, a few times now, letting Tomura use the quirk again. Rarely was it the three of them again, mostly Shig uses Snowball as a way for Dabi not to be lonely while he was away. It was the entire reason he'd gotten Snowball for him when it had only been a large plush moth. A purpose that just seemed melted into Snowball's DNA as it formed under the quirk's effect. Snowball only cared if he was comfortable and happy, and did everything they could to make certain he was, but in a way that never felt condescending. Every action was so genuine and sincere that it made him uncomfortable the first time they had been alone together. But with everything already going to shit before he's even started a frustrating week of working in isolation, he'll be grateful for anything that helps to keep him from completely spiraling. 

"Okay." 

Tomura kisses his forehead and then reaches over for the stuffed animal. He holds on for a long time, giving it a lot of his energy, likely to keep them around for the entire duration of his trip, and when he lets go, Dabi does immediately chastise him for that slightly. 

"You have to work--" 

"We've got a three hour drive, trust me, I will be more than happy to sleep through some of Re-Destro's chatter." Tomura gives him another kiss before he finishes packing, and another before he does actually have to go. 

But as soon as the door is closed behind him, Dabi's ears are drooping and he's letting out a soft, nearly inaudible feline whine as he sits on their bed alone. He turns to nose at Snowball's minky fabric body, but he knows that they won't be around for a while yet. They never appear right away when Duster uses this quirk. 

He only lets himself mope for half an hour before he forces himself to go get his laptop. If he can't do any work in person for the week, then that means he has a finite amount of things he can actually finish while in isolation. A finite amount that will be gone if he gets it done early. Then he can order weed or catnip, whatever he wants to eat, and get stoned out of his mind until Tomura comes home. Is it a perfect solution for his predicament? No, but when has anything in his life ever worked out well for him? He'll make do. He always has before. 

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He wakes to Snowball stroking their hands along his hair and back, their antennae brushing the tips of his ears.

"Good morning, little prince." She murmurs, rubbing her cheek against his head. It's still pitch black in the room which means it could be any time between midnight and five A.M. "I didn't know people could become animals."

Dabi is utterly shameless as he shoves his face into their breasts, though that is an action that is made even more appealing by the ultra soft ruff of fur circling her neck and down just below her collarbones. They give a soft little huff, but it's not a displeased sound, and their hand keeps on playing with his hair. "Duster fucked up." 

"I'm sure he'll make it better when he comes home," She assures him. "And I'm sure he's missing seeing how cute you are like this, kitten." 

They're probably right, but Dabi just huffs and hides his face even more. Thankfully while Snowball can't pick up social cues from anyone aside from him and Shig, they don't have any trouble at all deciphering that he doesn't want to talk anymore about it right now. Instead they keep stroking his hair, scratching behind his ears, and rubbing his back. Their wings curl around him and keep him warm and close as they start to purr softly. His own feline sounds mingle with theirs and before long he's sound asleep again. 

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The next morning Snowball watches him as he gets ready for the day, having to help his stupid cat brain get over the issues with the water so he actually gets into the shower. He can't believe he's suddenly aquaphobic and he's very glad that they are hardwired to not make him feel like a dumbass over that because it's the worst shower experience of his life. But when he gets out, they've retrieved a delivery from their door, breakfast and a gift basket Duster must have arranged that's full of cat things. There are treats, toys, a collar with a bell, and lots of catnip, but Dabi rejects most of it, knowing he has a lot of work to do today despite what he got done the night before. Snowball's antennae droop and they watch him from the bed as he works through the morning and well into the afternoon. 

And it is miserable. Not being able to be at any of the meetings in person, or even call in lest the others find out exactly why he isn't present, means that he is working on paperwork and logistics, and that means he has to read through corporate reports like he's... not someone who died at twelve and stopped getting an education all the way back then. It means hours to struggle to understand things that normally get spoken about casually enough that he can follow along with the gist and not look like an idiot. He's beyond frustrated by three in the afternoon, and he keeps nicking himself on his claws because he's agitated enough they keep unsheathing even though he doesn't mean for them to. It's probably a good thing they told all of the others he was sick, at least that should mean any delay in his work gets chalked up to him probably being hopped up on medicine. 

Snowball doesn't know anything about their work, they don't really have an understanding of much outside of his and Duster's relationship, they just know that their work is important to them and they support it wholeheartedly. But they do still make him stop to have lunch and make sure he's drinking plenty of water and not just caffeine as the day goes on. And when five o'clock rolls around, they start to urge him to wrap up what he's doing so that he can wind down. Normally, they might run him a bath, but after this morning, Snowball instead puts away his laptop before he can protest, and then flutters over with the gift basket Tomura sent. The cat treats are actually for cat heteromorphs rather than actual animals, and that makes Dabi feel better about it when Snowball pulls him close and feeds him one. 

He never really liked liver growing up, but the dried chicken liver she gives him is good. So is the chicken jerky, and when they offer him a chew stick that is saturated in catnip he's beyond happy to have that between his sharp teeth too. The catnip tastes like mint, but a bit more herbal, and he's nearly drooling as soon as he takes the first little nibble. He loves the catnip and he whines when Snowball takes it away after a few minutes before he's even halfway through the treat. 

"But--" 

"Tomura said to wait and see how you feel after having a little. Too much could upset your tummy, little one." He thought there was a note with the gift basket earlier, and he regrets not stealing it before the moth could read it. 

Dabi tries to reach for it back anyway, "Tomura's not here." 

They hold it out of his reach and drop a kiss against his nose. "How about Mommy takes you to bed and spoils you until dinner if you can be a good, patient kitty? I know today was so long for you, little one." They lean in and flick their antennae over his cat ears again and Dabi can't help it when he immediately starts to purr. 

He gives up on the catnip, knowing that Snowball will give it back if he's on his best behavior, and leaning in to rub his cheek against hers instead. It's not something he's ever done before, but it feels good, right, as he puts his scent on her skin. "Okay Mommy," this had been so embarrassing at first too, just like calling Tomura 'Daddy', but he hadn't had too much time to linger on it. Not when Snowball was so bound and determined to make sure he was feeling good when Tomura couldn't. 

And having Snowball have this kind of body means that he gets to do things that he can't with Duster. Snowball doesn't have any qualms about pegging him, eating him out, sucking his cock, whatever, but having tits and a cunt means that their body offers him things that he would have been happy to give up forever to stay with Tomura, he just doesn't have to now. They chitter at him, an insectoid sound that he's growing used to as they pull him over to the bed, getting him stripped out of his clothes before they lay on their back, their wings spread wide. Snowball barely wears clothes unless asked, and they easily use one set of hands to slip their panties over their legs as the other set of arms reach for him. They pull him into their embrace and start to give him kisses. 

Their touches always start so soft, and one hand goes back into his hair to stroke and scratch around the base of his ears, another running down his back to play with the place his tail connects with his spine. That takes Dabi's breath away. He hadn't really gotten a chance to play with any of the new parts of his body before Tomura had to leave, and the extra pressure there going along his spine makes him tremble and shiver, a purr starting in his chest and making Mommy smile sweetly at him. 

She runs her hands along his seams and fur, creeping his temperature higher because she knows all of the places on his body that make him get warmer. And even though he's laying over her, he feels so small and soft, completely enveloped in her. He never had a femdom before, absolutely never had a dom who wasn't a sadist-- Tomura, for all he takes care of him, does enjoy making him suffer a bit first-- but Snowball only cares about making sure he feels good. And she knows he never feels better than when he knows he's being good and knows that he doesn't have to make any decisions at all. That he can just float and not have to worry about being perfect, taking care of himself, or be scared that he'll make the wrong choice. 

"You're such a pretty kitten, sweetheart." Snowball purrs, a hand stroking along his tail dances sharp nails lightly over his stomach, making him twitch with how ticklish that feels, before their fingers are trailing along his hardening cock. He moans weakly, rubbing himself against their hand and up between their thighs. But he doesn't try to grind against their pussy yet. Mommy hasn't given him permission for that, just letting himself get close as his cock hardens the rest of the way. "That's it, little one. You're being such a good boy remembering the rules." They stroke their hand through his fringe, pushing it back enough to press plush lips against his forehead. "I think my little one has earned a treat, especially after all his hard work." 

Dabi whimpers as his cock twitches and he inches it just a bit higher, just enough he can feel the softness of her folds and the heat at her center. "Thank you, Mommy." 

They tug at his tail lightly and he lets out a little yowl as that puts a harder pressure that he knows could turn to very sharp pain if they did it any more roughly under his skin. But he understands that isn't the treat he's going to get right now, and stops, waiting patiently for what he is going to be given instead. Snowball strokes his hair and scratches behind his ears until all he knows is that perfect, soothing touch as it saturates his body with a slow, heavy heat that has him vibrating with how deep and loudly he's purring. He's so deeply distracted by how good that feels he is confused when his head is guided lower. 

He blinks blearily up at Snowball and gets another of those slow, sweet smiles before she coaxes him to one of her breasts. He purrs even louder, nuzzling at her skin, distantly confused for a second because they seem... bigger than when he did this before. Maybe they are. Maybe they gave themself some extra dimension when they took shape this morning and he hadn't noticed then because he'd been half asleep. He doesn't really care as he presses his own kisses along the swell of them, his purrs going louder when Mommy trembles slightly beneath him and he feels wetness starting to gather between their legs and smear against his cock where their plush thighs are holding him tight and warm. 

He licks at their nipple, running his stud around the areola and flicking at the center until it's beaded and hard, not expecting how loudly Snowball moans as he does it. Mommy always makes more sounds in bed for him than Daddy does, but normally he still has to earn those noises. Are their tits more sensitive today too? Or does his tongue actually have a different texture from being so cat-like? He hadn't been able to tell himself, but he thinks cat tongues are rougher. Maybe his tongue feels like sandpaper against their sensitive skin. He is about to pull away to ask if something hurts-- Snowball is horrible about establishing any kind of boundary because he's their 'purpose'-- but their hand threads through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him in closer. He flicks his tongue over them lightly again and then gives a soft, tentative suck. 

And his mouth floods with sweet, warm fluid that startles him, immediately making him want to pull away. The hand on the back of his neck holds him still as his mind cycles through his shock and he realizes that his mouth is full of milk. His eyes flick up to hers and Snowball smiles at him sweetly and strokes his hair. 

"Daddy thought his kitten would like to have some cream while he was gone." She purrs. 

For a long second Dabi considers tapping out, pulling away, spitting out the liquid in his mouth. There's a squirming, shaky something in him that tells him that he should do any-- or maybe all-- of those things. He's not an infant, and he's not a cat. He's a grown ass man and he doesn't think that he should have ever tasted breast milk as an adult. But that's the same kind of knee-jerk reaction that had made him want to reject Tomura and Snowball in the first place. He didn't want to like the things he liked at first, they were too humiliating, too 'deviant', even for someone like him. And he'd been wrong about those thoughts that had kept him from letting himself find pleasure in his life for so long. 

Dabi swallows the milk in his mouth and then licks around Snowball's nipple again, tasting the little droplets of fluid clinging to their skin. And then he gives another hesitant little suck. Their wings flutter, their eyelashes too, as they let out a soft purr and stroke the fur of his ears. "That's it little one, you're being such a good boy for Mommy." 

And whatever hesitation he had before leaks out of his ears along with what's left of his brain. He moans, sending the vibrations of it through their skin, and starts to suck properly. Each time he does the other's tit spills more sweet milk into his mouth. It's thinner than milk he's had before and it's almost compulsive for him to keep sucking and swallowing it away as he closes his eyes and lets himself get lost in the taste and feel of Snowball's hands stroking his hair and fur. 

It doesn't take long for him to be so lost in it that when Mommy tugs on his hair a bit, making him pull away, he's panting, and whining, not wanting to stop. But she doesn't make him, just shifts him to the other side so that he can give her other full breast the same treatment. And that shift of their bodies reminds him of how hard he is, still nestled between her soft thighs, slicker now with his pre and her fluids as they mingle on her skin. He rubs his cock between her legs again and she shivers before she has him latched back onto her other nipple. Dabi can't help moaning again as he gets a fresh mouthful of fluid and gush of her slick over his cock. 

"That's it little one," They purr, coaxing his hips into movement between their legs. They have him rubbing and rutting, trying his best to get more and feel good as quickly as possible. Broken rumbly purrs start to come out of his chest, his body feeling floaty and needy as he sucks at their skin, as their hands find all of the sensitive spots on his body, stroking along his tail to put pleasure along his spine the same as he's feeling at his root. It's all so good and sharply overwhelming as he laps up the milk spilling into his mouth. Little moans and whimpers are muffled against their skin as he moves faster and harder, again and again, trying to angle his hips higher. 

Mommy is so mean to him when she waits until he's so desperate he's giving feline whines before she spreads her legs open enough for him to start to press his cock inside of her body. And that sensation, her muscles clenching around him as she brings one hand to the breast he's sucking on, squeezing in time with that movement between her legs and his suckling, sends a heavier stream of milk into his mouth, and Dabi, humiliatingly, can't hold on. He moans, trying to swallow the milk, trying to fight it, but he can't as his cock twitches and pulses his seed inside of her body. His orgasm makes him light-headed and he finds himself panting, just licking up the milk on Snowball's skin instead of really sucking to get more. His whole body is humming and he doesn't know how to get his floaty head back to making some kind of sense as Mommy shifts so his cock is out of her warmth again. 

He mewls, his ears tacking back against his head as they reach down to his sticky, softening cock as they stroke him anyway. "Oh, kitten, you made so much cream too." They coo, "You liked Mommy's so much, why don't you drink up yours too?" They bring their cum stained fingers to his lips and he opens his mouth hazily for them. He can barely manage to keep a single coherent thought in his mind and he doesn't care if it's gross or dirty. He'll eat anything Mommy tells him to. 

He licks at their skin, threading his tongue all the way between their fingers and sucking. His cum is so much saltier and bitter than Mommy's milk and he would rather have that on his tongue again, but he wants to be a good boy, especially as Mommy keeps playing with his soft cock and stroking his balls in their other hands. He's still so sensitive from his orgasm that every little touch is a horrible, confusing mix of pleasure-pain that has his breath hitching. But when he can't find any more of his cum on Snowball's fingers, he pulls away slightly mewling, 

"Mommy--" 

"What is it, sweetheart?" 

He tries to twitch his hips away, "Hurts, Mommy." 

"Oh, kitten," And their hand loosens, but the stroking doesn't stop, "I know baby, but don't you want to put your cute cock inside again? You need to be hard for that, little one." She says like he's helpless and young, and needs to be told slowly how things like this are supposed to work. Dabi whines like he's helpless too. It's so easy to let himself be small and warm with Tomura and Snowball. They both take over easily and make all of his decisions for him, and he's allowed to just listen for once. All he has to do is whatever they ask and he knows they won't ever ask him to do something that he can't deliver. They make him perfect when they're in bed together. "Is it too much right now, sweetheart?" 

He nods weakly, nuzzling into their ruff with a little meow. He can't quite find his words, can't make sense of what he needs, just that he needs something and that Mommy will give it to him. 

"Okay, little one." Their hands leave his cock and balls and stroke gently over his sides instead as their antennae kiss his hair, ears, and forehead. "Why don't you clean up the rest of your cream, and when you're all done, Mommy will give you more of hers?" 

Dabi can't help purring loudly at the prospect, wanting to lick and suck at their tits again to get more of it now, but he knows what he needs to do to be perfect for Mommy now, and he pauses as he lifts his face out of their soft fur. Mommy's eyes are dark and strange, but they adore him as he peeks up at them. Two hands move away from other places along his body so that they can cup his cheeks in them, stroking over his staples gently, before they pull him into a kiss. It's beyond soft at first. Just the connection of their lips as sweet as possible, the pressure barely there, and that gentleness makes Dabi feel like he's going to fall apart into a million pieces. No one has ever been gentle with him in his life, and the gesture always makes him feel like he's going to turn into ash from how incandescent any small show of it makes him feel now. And when it deepens, when Snowball licks into his mouth, it makes him feel claimed. 

He's beyond drunk on everything happening when she pulls away, gives the tip of his nose another peck, and then starts to coax him lower. He licks up the little dribbles of milk that leaked out from the seal of his lips while he had been so deep in his pleasure he hadn't been able to keep quiet, and Mommy laughs when his ears flick and tickle her along her ribs and stomach as he moves down between her legs. He can't stop himself from purring as he moves to her cunt. Always pretty, flushed pink, folds plump and shiny with slick, and today, with his cum dribbling out from her hole. He purrs and purrs as he leans in to start to lick along her lips, making his way slowly to her center. 

Snowball's hand goes back to his hair, teasing his ears and making him purr louder with their mixed fluids behind his teeth. His purring puts vibrations against their skin and makes them gasp softly, rolling their hips into his face and smearing his chin with slick and cum. He wants that again, wants Mommy to use his body to feel good, wants them to show him that he's doing well for them. He starts to lick and suck gently, moving from their dripping hole up to their clit. The little bundle of nerves is flushed and swollen from how good Mommy is already feeling and he gives a few long, broad licks against the bud to give them as much sensation as he can. He wants to use his hands too, wants to keep rubbing there to make more of the soft, heavy breaths that Snowball is making, keep spilling out of them as he licks up the mess he made before. But he's so hazy and aroused that he can't make his new claws go away. 

Dabi struggles, knowing what he needs to do to make it good for them, but not able to give the repeated motions he needs to against their clit and inside of their hole at the same time without his hands. He doesn't trust himself to not accidentally prick their skin with the razor-like claws, but after a moment, he curls his tail around his waist as his mouth goes back to their entrance, licking up the wetness there that eagerly coats his tongue. His soft tail rubs against their clit, and Dabi purrs as he finds he is able to control the appendage enough to give the same solid strokes as he would be able to manage with his fingers, curling his claws into his palms so that he can press his knuckles against the inside of their thighs. He holds them open as he starts to move his mouth and tongue against their body. He's as hungry for this, hungry for--

Mommy lets out a soft, happy sigh as she strokes his hair. "That's it, little prince, you're doing such a good job making Mommy feel good." He purrs so happily as he keeps doing it, eating up his cum until all he can taste is her slick as he presses his tongue inside and feels her warm, wet walls squeezing gently around his tongue like her body is kissing him again. His cock stings, still too sensitive, but filling again anyway because feeling her gush against him, seeing the way her chest moves as she takes shakier breaths, and how her fingers tighten in his hair to keep him in place as she begins to roll her hips to fuck herself open on his tongue, is such a sharp pleasure that his body can't ignore it. 

A heavy fog blankets his mind as he licks and flicks his tail over them. Snowball sets the rhythm, they pull on his hair so that he takes his tongue out and moves it along them in broad stripes, stopping to pull his tail away to suckle at their clit and trace the tip of his tongue around it for a firmer pressure, before they bring his tongue back down to their entrance and let him fuck inside a few more times before they start the cycle again. Their breathing gets more labored, their hands on other parts of his body not really petting him anymore, but just holding on as their wings twitch against the bed and they pull their lower lip between their teeth. 

His jaw hurts a little when Mommy's hips start to push harder, one hand moving to push his tail aside so that they can use their fingers against their clit for a firmer pressure as they start to move a little more roughly against his mouth. But he doesn't protest, purring as they use him to creep towards their climax. He keeps doing exactly what he was before, knowing that constant rhythm will be what pushes them over. And soon, Mommy lets out a loud, pretty moan as more hot slick gushes into his mouth and over his chin. Dabi mewls, unable to stop himself from rubbing his cock against the sheets as his arousal burns so hot through his veins again. 

She shivers against the sheets, wings giving slow little flaps as she pets him more gently. Her breathing evens out as his grows more erratic, as he mewls and meows, looking up to see more milk dripping slowly out of her flushed, beaded nipples. Her eyes open again and she smiles down at him. 

"Okay, little prince, come here." She pulls him up, wiping his chin a bit as she laughs, before cupping around the back of his neck again. Her other hands go to his cock, his hips, and guide him to her entrance. She sinks him inside, wrapping her strong thighs around his hips to keep him in place at the same time as she lets him latch back onto her tit. He loves the way Mommy's cunt tastes, but the milk is so sweet that he starts to purr even louder as he sucks and sucks. 

His cock is squeezed and swallowed up by their warm insides, and he wants to move so badly, but he trembles as he holds himself still. He knows how to behave, and he knows he's not allowed to move unless he's given permission. Right now he just has to do his best to be good as he's spoiled just getting to be inside. Dabi has taken several deep pulls off of their skin before Mommy lets out an insect-like chitter and rolls their hips. He whines, eyes prickling with tears as he gets so desperate. 

"Shh, it's alright, little one, you can move now." 

The first thrust is desperate, a little too hard, a little too fast, and Mommy coos at him. They catch his hips and make him go at the pace they want, ensuring that he doesn't take too much too quickly, and making him slow down as he licks at their chest too. They bring him into a slow, steady pace that makes his body feel like it's getting hotter and hotter. It feels so good to be surrounded by their tight, wet warmth, the muscles inside so soft and squeezing every sensitive part of him. He doesn't know how his piercings must feel against their skin, but he knows that the way they're sucked at with each rolling thrust, puts stars sparking behind his eyes. 

He feels drunk as he fucks into Mommy's soft cunt and sucks at the milk leaking out of her chest. It's dizzying to have the animal instinct, so much sharper now that he is a cat, butting up against his subspace and Dabi may be drowning. He whimpers and moans as Mommy reaches one hand off of the side of the bed, but he can't make sense of what she's doing until his ear twitches as he hears a bottle cap pop open. He dribbles milk out of his mouth as he moans loudly against her skin as cool, wet fingers reach back to his hole and start to stroke around his rim. Having that sensation along with everything else that is happening to his body makes him weak and pushes him closer to the edge. But the slow pace that Mommy keeps him at stops him from going over.

They circle his rim a few times, even teasing down his taint so that they can massage his balls too for a moment as he desperately tries to stay at the pace they want him at. He wants to cum, but he's not allowed to yet and it's making him ache for it. He mewls loudly when Snowball presses a finger inside, stroking his insides the way he's stroking theirs and making his legs tremble as he edges even closer. He can't help it when he moves a little harder as their finger is swiftly replaced by a little curved plug that is just a bit wider and made to press up against his prostate. Dabi pulls off of their breast, licking up all of the mess he made as he moans against their skin. 

"Wanna cum, Mommy." It's all instinct as he starts to rub his cheeks against their skin, desperate to have them smell as much like him as possible as he finally gives in and lets his hands uncurl, and finds a place against the sheets for him to begin to knead at a little roughly, his claws pricking at the fabric and adding that rhythmic sound to the symphony of purrs and other movements between their bodies. "Please, please, can I cum?" He begs, but the words give way to animal mewls and yowls as he feels the plug move inside of him again. 

"Of course you can, baby. Mommy's sweet little kitten. Do you want to go faster, baby?" 

He nods weakly and Mommy adjusts the pace, somehow getting even tighter around his cock as she lets him thrust into her body and back against the plug. His tail tilts up and curls and straightens as his balls start to get tighter and tighter. It's two of her hands going to them that is the final sensation that pushes him over the edge, and the moan he lets out as he cums deep inside, is more animal than human. He's shaking and absolutely planning to cuddle up into her ruff for as long as he's allowed, when Mommy pulls him out of her cunt far sooner than she usually does, usually letting him stay inside until he's too soft to stay put. 

Dabi mewls in confusion as he realizes that Mommy's hands were on his balls because they were putting on his cock ring, pulling him out so they can put it around his base as well and making it ache as it traps his cooling blood inside. Snowball fucks into him with the plug as Dabi squirms and yowls, the pressure against his prostate going from pleasurable to sharp in an instant. But his body knows sharp and it knows the toys and no matter how the rest of his nerves scream that this is too much, too soon, his cock stays as hard as it was before he came and he whimpers, eyes prickling with tears as he goes so sensitive. 

"M-Mommy--" 

"I know, little one." She purrs, before she's using her many limbs to shift him. Dabi finds himself on his back, their wings flaring out behind them, as Snowball straddles his hips, dripping a mix of their fluids along his skin before they sink back down onto his stinging cock. The heat and pressure there again after having been forced to stay hard makes him keen. "But one more time," She leans down over him, catching the breast he hadn't been drinking from before and pressing her nipple between his lips. He tries to behave and sucks at the milk dribbling into his mouth, something soothing in the action even as his body is so tight and oversensitive as his cock is squeezed at. "And then we'll both be all out of milk, won't we, little prince?" 

He isn't really given an opportunity to say anything. Mommy starts to rock their hips, making his entire body go tight with the too much rioting under his skin. They set the pace again, a little harder than before, with the movement on top of him keeping his cock deep and swallowed again and again with that over-sweet friction that has tears slipping down his cheeks. And it presses their tit harder to his lips, making more milk spill inside with each desperate, needy suck. He can't tell what he needs, what he wants anymore. He just knows that everything is so much. And Mommy will decide. Mommy will make sure he knows he's being good, will show him how he needs to act. 

He clings desperately to one set of arms as she plays with his plug and another hand strokes his tail, touching him, fucking him, feeding him, until the world is nothing beyond the ways he's being completely enveloped in their body. Dabi is gone as his whole body creeps hotter and hotter. 

It takes an eternity for him to get past the sharp oversensitivity and get to something that feels good. To be moaning, not just sobbing as Mommy bounces on his cock and he sucks on their tit. He feels his quirk going hotter, can smell smoke mingling with the smell of their sex, and knows that no matter what, he's only going to be able to hold out for a little longer. Mommy knows it too, pressing their lips to his forehead, blocking out his world to just their skin and fur, as they reach to undo the clasp of his cock ring. And then they start to move their hips much, much harder and faster. Taking his cock the way that Daddy likes to give him his and Dabi can only mewl and keen a few more times before he's accidentally scratching along Mommy's arms. They let out a loud moan as they use his cock to fill them, pushing in hard and angling their hips so that he can feel that spongier texture of their g-spot against his cock, and the hot gush of their fluids soaking him again sends Dabi over the edge too. 

He feels drenched and drained, his cock, his cheeks covered in his bloody tears, his chin and lips a mottled mix of saliva, slick, and milk, and Mommy just chitters and purrs at him as they pull away from his mouth so that they can run their antennae along his ears and gathers him close. They've barely cleaned up the mess from his mouth as they get them both onto their sides so they can wrap their wings around him and pull his cheek into their ruff before Dabi is letting out a broken, uneven purr. 

He doesn't hear if she joins in with the sound, he's gone the second he nuzzles in deeper. 

///

Snowball makes him stay in bed all night, even once he takes a nap after being worked over so thoroughly. 

"You need to stay close, little one, otherwise I may make a mess all over the sheets." She purrs, one hand going to her breasts again and giving a nipple a tug and squeeze. Dabi feels like he's out of his mind as he immediately mews and leans back in to lick away the little trickle of milk that drips out. She keeps him in bed and uses a clean damp cloth to clean up his skin so he doesn't have to fight the cat brain and go shower instead of feeling so soft and floaty. She has food sent to their room too, and she does make him eat something real eventually, before she cuddles up close with him. He purrs and purrs, kneading against her stomach with his fingers curled in so he doesn't cut her. 

And when he feels overwhelmed and stressed the next day as he tries to get through his work, Snowball pulls him into bed again and overwhelms his body with softness until he's forced to let go again. 

///

Dabi feels like a spoiled house cat by the end of the week, especially when, that morning, Snowball has hidden his laptop and phone. They don't budge on giving them back, just settling him down and brushing his hair. They get him into one of the frilliest sets of lingerie that he owns, and put on little frilly cuffs with bells on his wrists, and a ruff of his own made out of lace with a big gold bell around his neck. And then they sit down and make him put his head in their lap as they brush his hair and the fur along his ears and tail. For as much as he knows he should protest and get back to work, he can't bring himself to do it, instead purring and purring as he's allowed to just be soft and comfortable for a little while. 

Dabi is half asleep when he hears the door handle click, and his ear twitches. The fur on his tail bristles slightly. No one comes to their door, no one tries to open it unless-- Tomura opens the door and starts to step inside, and Dabi is off of the bed like a shot. He's meowing, not even having room for words or to be embarrassed about how unabashedly excited he is to see his lover again, and immediately throws himself into his chest. Dabi starts to purr so loudly as he rubs his cheek and neck all over Duster's skin. 

"Oh, kitten, did you miss me that much?" 

Dabi tries to find room for words, but he can't. He just keeps rubbing his scent into Tomura's skin, trying to take away the smell of other that is clinging to him from his trip. Tomura catches him around the back of his neck and after a week of Mommy doing that to feed their tit between his lips, Dabi's mouth falls open with a mewl. 

Tomura chuckles like he knows exactly why he did that, and instead presses a kiss to the staple cutting through the very edge of his lips. "I'll give you something to suck on, precious, you just have to let me get in the door." He teases. Dabi mewls, his body warming at the suggestion of getting to have his cock stretching his jaw after a whole week without it. 

When they do make it back over to the bed, Snowball is nothing but a cute stuffed animal again, and Daddy is more than happy to take over giving his kitten some cream. 

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Deep down, Tim knows that they are at fault. Deep down he knows that Jason and Damian attacking him like that *isn't ok*. But that's a truth he can't bring himself to face because even if he did, would Anyone believe him? If he told Bruce or Dick that the attacks still happened, that one of them tried to take his life at least once a month still, that neither of them would do anything. Tim doesn't know if they would defend him and punish Jason and Damian, or if they would just say, "you need to be more careful Tim, they can't always control themselves." And if the answer is anything but the first he knows his heart wouldn't be able to take it.

Instincts are there, but they are easy to over come. They very from shifter type to shifter type and usually fall into groups by Animal Type. Such as a Tiger and a Housecat will have similar instinctive problems but they won't be the same as a Wolf or Dolphin's. As a snake Tim 100% has the urge to nap in warm places and does get slower when cold. His suit has special heaters in it that the others don't have due to his inability to regulate his own heat. Damian insists that Tim being unable to function without "a bunch of hand warmers" I'd proof that he shouldn't be in the field and should be fired. Tim bites his forked tongue to stop himself from screaming that if Damian can't not give into his instincts and attack Tim anytime he sees him Shifted then he shouldn't be in the field because he's gunna attack a civilian.

Also for now Bruce has no idea how shifters work. But this is Good Dad Bruce. He's going to put in Effort. He's *going* to find the resources he needs to parent this New Tim because he doesn't think he can bring himself to send any version of any of his children to a home that could hurt or likely kill them. Until then, Bruce is going to insist on New Tim (he gets called TJ thanks to Duke. After all, they can't call him Drake, he hates Timothy, Tim would be confusing, and neither Tim likes the idea of being called "Jackson") takes one of their spare rooms and gets a full 8 hours of sleep every night/day and 3 full meals a day. TJ was Visibly Confused by this due to the fact he hasn't been staying in the manor at all for almost a year due to Damian and Jason. He only sleeps in his nest which has Beyond Batlevel Security to keep them out.

Also, I can't decide. Would a healthier version of Damian and Jason stay away like Tim wants them to or would they go "no *fuck* your bastard excuses for Brothers we will teach you what it's like to actually trust and have us have your back."

Tim not seeking an answer or help is very angsty. He chose his emotional/mental health over his physical well being. Part of it may be him knowing how to navigate the murder attempts but not knowing how bringing this up would change the status quo (in possibly worse ways).

I like what you've added about Tim's instincts. A good milestone for that batfamily is if they find Tim napping on a window seat. This would be a huge show of trust by him and an indication that he feels safe.

I think a healthier version of them would give Tim space and communicate boundaries with him, but they would also try to bond with him.

For Damian, this is a lot of parallel bonding. The kid will find wherever Tim is in the Manor and sit in the same room with him doing something different (like drawing or doing his homework). It is an effective way for Tim to get used to his presence and stop seeing him as a threat. Of course, Tim is nervous or on edge the first 10 or so times this happens. Eventually, he starts to lower his guard enough that Damian can make a comment or two. They slowly work up to full conversations and Tim seeking out Damian's presence himself.

For Jason, he'd try to read in places near Tim as well. His main strategy, though, might be favors or gifts. He'd learn what foods Tim likes, what activities Tim wants/needs to do that Bruce won't let him (like sneaking out), and generally just helping Tim out in small ways. It at first freaks Tim out, but they work up to Tim himself asking Jason for favors.

[ratedfleur]

watch, don't touch.

pairing 🔪 jang wonyoung x reader

themes 🔪 genre ౨ৎ explicit

note: i know some of you guys were asking for a ghostface!wonyoung part two so i hope this makes up for it! it's not much but happy reading!

🔞 / smut warnings: wonyoung is ghostface in this, knife play (and i mean a lot of it..), knife fucking (kinda but not really…. idk how to explain)

wonyoung is sadistic. she loves using you for her own personal gain, wonyoung is obsessed with seeing you do anything just to keep yourself safe from her list of potential victims. 

her eyes watch as you shakily held up one of her smaller knives, one of the knives that was once put against your neck when you threatened to call the cops on wonyoung after she pulled a stunt on you— kidnapping you for her own entertainment. 

you twisted the knife in your hand, letting the cool blade cascade down the valley of your chest as you watched wonyoung film you. wonyoung’s gaze is soulless as she watches you play around with her knife, but her mouth waters when the blade presses against your nipple, making you gasp as your eyes shook when you see wonyoung’s eyes get excited. 

she even sits herself down in front of you, eyes still fixed on you teasing yourself with her knife, “press harder.” wonyoung says, eyes moving to look up at your scared ones. 

shutting your eyes for a second, your teeth sinks into your bottom lip as you press her knife harder against your skin, dragging the blade on your breasts as they leave a red line on them. 

the cool blade makes a shiver run up your spine when it hits your nipple, making you whimper. 

wonyoung’s eyes burn with lust as she watches you shake, her eyes flicker up at your tongue that swipes against your lip, releasing a little breath of relief when wonyoung orders you to stop. 

“lie down, you know what to do.” she says, shuffling back to give you some space. you let out a little whimper as you lied down in front of wonyoung, your legs pull themselves upward as you spread them for the woman who seems quite interested in how you did things your way. 

it was unusual for you to do so, you always liked to follow wonyoung’s orders as though you were a little mutt and she was your owner. 

lying down differently, your cunt is on display as the back of your thighs are against your chest, your plush cunt clenches over nothing as your hand holds onto the knife’s blade, letting the blunt handle prod against your cunt that swallowed it up, coating the handle with your juices. 

wonyoung’s mouth waters when she hears you let out an accidental moan when the handle slips a little too deep than anticipated. she sighs in content behind the camera as her spare hand wanders up her skirt, letting her nimble fingers rub her own wetness as she watches you slowly fuck yourself with her knife. 

your little gasps and moans become breathier as you start to properly fuck yourself with wonyoung’s knife, your cunt clences around the handle as you push it in and out of you. 

right when you see wonyoung settling the phone down on the bed, you stop her from inching closer, “j-just watch.. no touching..” you shudder as the handle prods against your sensitive spot, making wonyoung nod as she stays put in her seat, throat growing dry as you fuck yourself faster and harder with her knife. 

looking up at wonyoung who’s eyes are mesmerized with your cunt, you call out to her, “hey g-ghostface, will you let me cum?” you stutter. 

wonyoung’s eyes glitter at your words, “you’re actually aroused? if so, then yes. i’ll let you cum.” she says with a glint in her eyes as you nodded, head throwing back with a moan as you fucked yourself faster, “oh god, i’m gonna cum! i— i’m gotta cum!” you start to moan, forgetting you were ever put in such position where you were forced to please ghostface. 

she watches as your thighs start to shake as you fucked yourself, your cunt visibly clenches around the knife as you moaned wantonly, your pace slows down as you clench hardly around her knife, the knife slides out of you with a pop when you unclench, letting your cum drip out of you when you clench over nothing. 

grabbing and throwing her knife on the ground, wonyoung navigates her way in between your legs, hovering her face above yours, “you’re absolutely insane.” she says before smashing her lips against yours, unveiling a new version of wonyoung that you never knew of.

  © RATEDFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[crystalandparrot]

ROTTMNT x Reader

Part 1, Part 2

The flashing of cameras and the voices of reporters was the first thing Leonardo heard as he stepped out of his limo. Due to the long plane ride, Leo decided to wear comfort over fashion, although it's hard for him to look bad in anything. He wore a white wife-beater, revealing his plastron and tattooed arms. Much like his brother, Leonardo loved art, he just loved it in a more show-off sense. Of course, he let his brother give him his first tattoo, a large colored portrait of their family on his thigh. On his legs were blue sweats, a personal favorite that his agent always advised him not to wear. Expensive shoes designed for him specifically adorned his feet. Finally, silver chains decorated his wrists and neck (he would have chosen gold, but his brother advised against it. C'mon, blue and gold?), glistening with each movement. He flashed a smirk at the cameras and gave finger guns at fans. One of his bodyguards leaned close to whisper in his ear, "You have a meeting with the executive producers in thirty minutes."

"Which means I get at least twenty-eight minutes to strut my stuff." Leo chuckled. With split-second motions, Leo changed between poses, performing for the camera.

"-mask!"

Leo turned and stared into the crowd, "W-Who said that?" The crowd parted as if making way for a royal or God to walk without interruption. A small woman with a microphone in her hand shook as Leo approached. "Just now, you said something, what was it?"

The small girl stuttered, "I asked i-if you could put on y-your mask. F-for a picture for Channel 10?"

Leo's heart dropped, and his breathing quickened. A pat on his shoulder shook him out of his mini panic attack. He nodded thanks at his bodyguard and gave the reporter a quick grin, " I don't even know where that old thing went! It's been, what, psshh, five years? It's probably shoved in a box somewhere." That satiated the hungry reporters and fans, for now. Leo and his bodyguard left, heading off to the large building behind the crowd.

Okay, first things first. You don't know the old password so you can't change it to one you'll remember. So you changed the screen dimming time to never. Now the phone won't shut off on its own. Dialing your number, you called about three times with no answer. A sudden thought crosses your mind, causing your palm to hit your face. Your phone was on silent. Taking a deep breath, you quickly texted your number, explaining the situation and the password to unlock your phone. That way the turtle Yokai won't be as clueless as you are now.

With nothing else to do, you connected your headphones to the turtle's phone and searched for Spotify. It was his fault, the least he could do was spare some tunes. Wait a minute...his Spotify account...this dude was Othello Von Ryan? Man, you couldn't wait to see him again. His studying playlists kept you awake and alert through college! His barrage of random music, ranging from 80's dancing music to hardcore techno kept your mind alert and focused. Donnie, or, Othello Von Ryan, helped you with memory. Oddly enough, some of the quirky tunes in his playlists gave you memorization songs.

In fact, now that you think about it, Donnie looked an awful lot like your favorite actor--

"(Y/n)! Come in, dear! I've been expecting you!" A shrill voice called from across the street.

You looked up, spotting Mrs. Erin, the Heron Yokai. You grinned, pulling your headphones out of your ears and shoving them in your pocket. You waved at the Yokai as you crossed the street, stepping into her swampy garden. "How's your husband, Mrs. Erin?"

"Oh, Harry's fine! Come in! Come in! Let me get you a cup of tea." The old Yokai hobbled inside, her talons dragging across the waterlogged wood. You followed behind closely, used to the drab environment. You learned throughout life that the more you understand how something came to be, the more beautiful it becomes. With a clap from you, the twinkling string of lights came on. It's warm glow bouncing off the waxy leaves that broke through the cracked windows. Dew drops fell onto the wet floor, filling the room with quiet plip plaps.

A chipped cup of lukewarm tea was placed in your hand. A feathery hand pushed you down onto an old rocking chair, the owner of the hand sitting down across from you. "I want you to tell me all about this new job!" Erin grinned with a toothless smile.

"It's just a small librarian job at the school up top." You said, sipping your tea.

"Up top! With all those-those monsters?" Erin screeched.

"They're not all monsters! Some of them—"

"(Y/n). When your mother died I promised your father I'd make sure that you were safe! W-wouldn't you rather stay home? Marry a nice Yokai and settle down?" Erin tottered closer to you and grabbed your hands.

You chuckled, "I'm not exactly looking for someone to settle down with yet. I'm ready to get out there and explore! Besides, I can protect myself!" You said, proudly.

"E-even with all the humans?" Erin stuttered.

You blinked at Erin, your face neutral, "Mrs. Erin. I'm human."

"I know! B-but you're one of the good ones! I'd hate for you to go up top where I won't know what happened—Oh!" The old Yokai snatched the cup of tea from your hands and peered into the old china. She glared at the leaves and swirled the remaining liquid in the cup. With a gasp that jostled your core, Erin’s beak stretched into a long smile. She breathed a sigh of relief and set down the cup. “I was worried for nothing. You’re going to fall in love and get married to a nice, young, handsome Yokai.”

You shook your head, yet a smile still sat on your cheeks, “Maybe in a couple of years, Mrs. Erin. I’m not in any rush to get married to anyone right now.”

“Oh, I’m sure!” The Heron chuckled like she knew something you didn’t. Without warning, she began pushing you out of the house. “Okay, bye-bye now! The quicker you go up top the faster you fall in love!” With that, the door was slammed in your face, the sound echoing through the marshy area.

“Love you too.” You said flatly. You pulled the mystery phone back out of your pocket and put in your earbuds again. When you clicked onto Spotify, a notification popped up.

“Leonardo Hamato back in NYC for upcoming movie shoot, exclusive interview from Channel 10.”

Huh. How weird would it be if you ran into your favorite actor while after just moving back up top? Probably entirely impossible, but it was nice to hope, right?

"Shoved in a box?! Did you hear him?"

"I did."

"Shoved in a box?! Ugh! He's just so—"

"Annoying, pompous, overconfident, lacking in empathy, ass-like?"

Mikey turned to Donnie, his hair falling into his face as his head whipped around. "I was gonna say stupid, but yeah, those work too." Mikey nodded, turning back to the T.V, seeing the reporters final words to the camera once Leo left the cameras view.

Donnie felt himself N.E., which stood for Nose Exhale. Mikey learned that phrase years ago and thought it was more fitting than L.O.L for his emotionally unavailable brother. While it was rare for Donnie to "laugh out loud", when he found something humorous, he always let out a little breath of a chuckle through his nose.

"I just...out of everything he could have done...why'd he have to take away the one thing that..."

When Mikey paused, Donnie looked up from his purple holographic screens that he had been typing on. He saw Mikey looking at the screen sadly, and he knew it wasn't from the sad dog commercial that came on, but the interview that came before it. "That what, Michael?" Donnie asked, the screens disappearing.

"Nothing, it's stupid," Mikey sniffed, wiping his eyes before tears could escape.

"Leo is stupid, you're emotionally intelligent. You obviously have a reason to feel what you feel. You're not stupid for feeling emotions, Michelangelo." Donnie used his full name with the intention of leaving an impact.

Mikey chuckled and turned to Donnie, tears running down his smiling face, "Thanks, D."

Donnie nodded and sat up in his bean bag (yes it was his, the purple color made it obvious), "I may have taken a page or two from Dr. Delicate Touch," he shrugged.

"Nah, that was Dr. Feelings for sure," Mikey joked, knowing his brother was rather uncomfortable with feelings, but to be fair, he had gotten a lot better. Realizing this, Mikey sighed. Donnie appreciated honesty over anything, so this was something he needed to get off his chest, for his sake and his brother's. "Dad always called us by the color of our masks. Red, Orange, Purple...but Leo's not wearing his anymore. It's like he disowned us...he's not Blue anymore." Mikey began tucking his head and limbs into his shell with every word. By the end of his sentence, only his shell was visible sitting in front of the empty recliner.

This time Donnie sighed, he stood and gripped the purple beanbag so it stayed comfortably on his rear while he shuffled towards his brother. Letting gravity help him, Donnie let himself and the beanbag fall to the ground. He wiggled slightly and hummed, pleased at the fact that his position hadn't changed and the beanbag was still holding his shell and rear perfectly. Using his hand, he hesitantly patted Mikey's shell in comfort. "Leonardo's done some idiotic things in the past. I'd put this in his top ten, actually." Donnie thought aloud, but shook his head, remembering his original point, "He’s a dumb-dumb but, unfortunately, he'll never stop being our brother."

Mikey poked his head out, looking in Donnie's eyes for...something. A lie? Hope? Donnie didn't know, but whatever he found, he liked it, because the next moment, Mikey had his head and limbs out. He outstretched his arms, but didn't move aside from that. Donnie rolled his eyes, although a small smile poked at his lips. With a nod from Donnie, Mikey jumped onto him, giving him the tightest hug that he thought he'd ever received. Donnie hugged back.

Thankfully for Donnie, Mikey understood boundaries, and separated from Donnie before the hug got too overwhelming. Sloppily wiping his tears and sucking up his snot, Mikey gave Donnie a sincere smile. "Thanks, Don."

Donnie nodded, a small smile on his own lips. Out of his battle shell came a robotic arm holding a tissue. Mikey took the tissue and blew his nose as the robotic arm retracted back into the shell. "Hey-"

"I would prefer if you finished blowing your nose before you change the subject, please." Donnie asked, pulling up his holographic screens once more with the help of his Ninpō.

Mikey obeyed, then tossed the tissue into the trashcan on the other side of the room. When it landed, Mikey pumped his fist in a silent cheer. "What happened at the Mystic City? We were chasing Meat Sweats and you stopped to talk to some girl." Mikey remembered.

"Oh, yeah. Raph was texting about meeting for dinner, so I naturally opened my messages to form a reply, when—" Donnie pulled out his phone to show Mikey the texts when he immediately felt something amiss. The case was the same, the weight was equal to his phone, the model was the exact same, everything looked fine. But this is Donnie, he lost his phone for less than a day and went nearly insane when he was still a teenager. Give him a week and he might've made a phone from just things in the woods. He knew everything about his phone.

"Donnie?" Mikey called, noticing his brother's sudden silence.

Shakily, Donnie turned over the phone, noticing the background first, then the surplus of texts and calls from his phone number. He whispered something too quiet for Mikey to hear.

"What?" Mikey asked, putting his hand up to the side of his head where his ear would have been.

"This. Isn't. My. Phone."

[starsfic]

Hello there :P

Is it okay if you can write something based on these drawings? It’s about history repeating itself but MK and Red Son talked things out after their fight while Wukong and Macaque reminisce about how they could’ve talked things out too centuries ago

@swirly-strawz: Spicynoodles, but they go through the Hero and the Warrior allegations (The Harbinger and The prince were like the stars and flames-), eventually ending with MK and Red Son talking things out with lots of tears (MK has a head injury and Red Son has an eye injury) Bonus: Shadowpeach watching this whole ordeal progress all the way to after the fight

The Harbinger and the Prince were like the stars and the flames, their glow providing light and warmth upon the world. Although the two had started out as rivals, they grew to learn that, together, there was nothing that could stop them, either in the Celestial Realm or on Earth.

However, as the Harbinger grew in power, the shadows began to block out his starlight. In the darkness, the Prince was forgotten by his starlight.

Eventually, as all things lead, the two were led into a mighty clash. Thankfully, the hero and the warrior were spared by fate. Although both were injured by the other, they realized that their fight was not against each other...

Soft sobbing filled the cottage.

It was located in the main bedroom. Once a space cluttered with peach chip crumbs and remains of the past, it had been cleaned up so the duo lying in bed would be safe and comfortable. Currently, comfort was not a priority.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"My Light, it's alright..."

"No, it's not!" Qi Xiaotian's eye, the one not covered by the bandage that covered half of his face, gleamed with gold for a split second as his emotions rose up. He took in a deep breath, held it for five seconds, and let it out slowly. "No, it's not. I nearly ripped out your eye because I didn't want to listen to you about how I was hurting myself."

"That was a lot of you in that," Despite the complaint, the edges of a smile decorated Red's face. "I could've worded myself and done better to make my emotions clearer, including my concern. You shouldn't have to deal with my blow-ups."

"Yeah, but your blow-ups are part of who you are."

"Not a good part..."

Neither noticed the monkeys hovering next to the doorway, listening in tense silence. Wukong kept glancing back inside, his tail flicking back and forth. Macaque stayed still, so still that anyone else would've mistaken him for being a statue.

"I'm sorry for leaving you behind and hurting you."

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

Both flinched at the apologies.

[chrxnicdaydream]

have some silly skk wedding hcs bc. idk i just wanted to yell w someone abt them

chuuya cries in sporadic bursts the day of but taken altogether it's like 3 hrs of hysterical sobbing

dazai doesn't cry at all because he slips into like a shocked fugue state the second he sees chuuya but he DOES bawl like a baby the next morning

nobody who attended remembers past like hour 4 of the wedding and six months later they're still uncovering some of the wild shit they did during the afterparty. this is because the wedding staff accidentally became part of the celebration and the photographer, who was supposed to record the whole thing, ended up sleeping with one of the cast. it was kunikida.

just to be obnoxious ranpo proposes to poe and chuuya has to be held back by a crying w laughter dazai from Physically Attacking Him

dazai insists on having a bouquet to throw, which he purposefully angles for akutagawa to catch. atsushi faints, lucy's face progresses from angry -> considering in real time (they r a throuple real)

chuuya picks his best man/maid of honor fairly easily (hirotsu and kouyou duh) but dazai basically told the ada to figure it out amongst themselves and come back to him with their decisions (he's lazy/genuinely didn't know who to pick and wanted to outsource) and there was Actual Violence

lots of drama over whether or not to invite mori and verlaine. turns out to be a nonissue bc all verlaine does is cry in a corner about a) rimbaud and b) holy shit my little brother is getting married and after hour 6 mori and fukuzawa disappear from the event (neither they nor anyone else remembers this. very lucky)

ango receives an invitation with no context and has like 3 mental breakdowns about what this means for his and dazai's relationship

7 hours in (it was a long party) kenji's cow somehow shows up (he swears up and down it wasn't him, everyone's very confused the next morning)

it was a sunset wedding, dazai wore white and chuuya wore blue

adam and shirase and some other members of the sheep are there. adam makes fast friends with kyouka, meanwhile the former sheep are very narrowly spared dazai's wrath, mostly bc he keeps forgetting they're even there. it's a big wedding

tachihara tried to drunkenly breakdance, gin laughed so hard she thought she got heart palpitations and was afraid for her life. she went to look for mori and walked in on him and fukuzawa. none of them remember this but now gin feels a vague sense of horror every time she looks at her boss and she's not really sure why

yosano tries rizzing kouyou up and fails by any normal metric (yosano: please please please please please please please please please please) but kouyou is Tipsy and Charmed

dazai does indeed burn the marriage certificate (TRY RETURNING ME WITHOUT A RECEIPT, CHIBI!!). chuuya is so in love he starts crying again

higuchi and tanizaki had philosophical discussions about life on the rooftop and accidentally solved the secrets of the universe. they do not remember this

kunikida returns from his steamy rendezvous with the photographer and immediately sets his sights on ango. drunk kunikida knows what he wants (twinkish men) and when he wants them (now). there is a reason one of the most important ideals in his notebook is to Not Drink

the guild is there and are generally having a good time until fitzgerald sees tsujimura (only there as ango's plus-one, got abandoned bc of drunk kunikida's machinations) and calls her a blue-haired liberal, and hey, what's a party without a brawl in the middle of the dance floor

between the guild and the wedding staff half the people at the party weren't even invited. which is why the doa and hunting dogs are also there

kenji, kyouka, q, elise, and aya are having a Kids' Party in a separate room with adam as an extremely enthusiastic babysitter (well, more like occasional check-in-er, he's swinging back and forth between the parties). tecchou joins them after a while and has a great time, as all except aya are extremely fascinated by his unholy food combinations

bram and lovecraft kickstart their enemies-to-lovers arc the second they set eyes on each other

fyodor, dazai, kajii, and nikolai start up a game of Knife Monopoly, to everyone's surprise the extremely determined caterer sweeps them all. sigma is smitten at once and immediately starts to flirt with her (the caterer is a milf who is seduced by sigma's transgender rizz, sigma will eventually have an entire 'convincing the stepkids' family movie arc)

teruko FUCKS IT UP on the dance floor, haruno is so impressed she immediately falls into her first disastrous sapphic crush

hirotsu and natsume mutually agree to restart their homoerotic situationship without ever even actually saying two words to each other, someone has to take skk's place now that they've more or less gotten their shit together

katai wasn't there physically but was supervising through security cameras. he's the only one who will ever know everything that happened that night and deleted the footage due to trauma :( sorry katai

tsujimura and mushitarou bond over how desperately they Do Not Want To Be There

skk Try to have a romantic wedding night(/morning, given how long the afterparty stretched) but they are both too drunk, chuuya trips and falls flat on his face and dazai laughs so hard he throws up

omg i started yapping and then i just didn't stop. i didn't even know i had this many thoughts in my head. i am sending this before i can regret it feel free to delete if u want to

anon. THESE ARE SO GOOD OMG???? i could literally visualize a whole fic just by reading these hcs

adding my comments under the cut so it doesn’t get too long 🫣

ok first of all… the skk crying hcs??? CANON OMG im so obsessed

Ranpo turning skk’s wedding into his engagement party is so true of him. he absolutely would

Dazai totally would insist on a bouquet to toss, & him throwing it at to Akutagawa is so funny 😭

SOMEONE SAVE ANGO PLS-

KENJI’S COW IM SOBBING it reminds me of that wan episode where Atsushi asks Dazai what Yosano needed & he was like “… a cow!” boba eyes & everything

i had never thought of Adam & Kyouka being buddies but my life is changed now tysm for this revelation

NOT GIN BEING SCARRED BY ZENKU SKK 💀 someone get my girl outta there

ok but tipsy + charmed Kouyou is a vision

Chuuya tells Dazai that burning the marriage certificate means they’re not married anymore & that’s when Dazai finally breaks down into tears

ok Higuchi & Tanizaki is another duo i never considered and i LOVE IT???

KUNIANGO SO TRUE

TSUJIMURA A BLUE HAIRED LIBERAL I AM SCREAMING

omg i love the kids party & skk are both good with kids so they definitely would make sure the kids are taken care of 🥹 Adam would be such a good babysitter, and Tetchou too??? omg giving me fic ideas with this one

super invested in this caterer x Sigma arc tbh

ykw i was thinking abt bsd rarepairs the other day & couldn’t figure out who to ship Teruko or Haruno with… should’ve thought of this honestly

SOMEONE SAVE KATAI TOO OMG THAT POOR MAN-

now that you mention it… i actually love the idea of Tsujimura & Mushitaro but i think it’s mostly bc her hair matches his suit PFFT

skk’s ideal honeymoon = SLEEP 😫

i’m so glad you didn’t stop yapping non, this was so wonderful tysm i feel blessed 🥹🩷 please feel free to yell abt hcs or say hi anytime!! 🫶🏻💕💕

[najimichan]

if i had more willpower i would’ve sat down and made a tier list of all racing mikus. like with video commentary. mostly bc im tired of racing miku 2022 slander MAN SHUT UP cmon. come on guys

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 200

Danny has found himself reincarnated, for fun! While waiting for Tucker to reincarnate. He’s uh, found himself as a clone now- thankfully stable! But he was apparently also an accident, and overheard some of the people talking about termination, which no thanks?

So apparently he wasn’t exactly an accident per se, they did mean to make a clone, so thank fuck for that! They had apparently grabbed the wrong blood, which he almost snorts at. Kind of hard to do in a tube full of liquid though. 

Oh well, he’ll just be leaving now… after he destroys this lab and steals all these files on himself, thank you~ Now, does he want to go on an adventure or find his unwilling donors first…

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Are there any companions you can't stand?

I wouldn't say I have any that I can't stand. Something that's so engaging to me about DA is that the companions have good, bad, and a lot in between. Honestly, I don't hate any of them. There are companions that I have more issues with than others, but I like them all; even, and sometimes especially, the ones that tend to be heavily hated on by the fandom.

The only companion that might fall into this category for me is Sebastian, but I totally acknowledge that I've yet to make an effort to use him when I play DA2. I legit just forget about him. How am I supposed to have a good grasp of his character when I don't engage with him outside of his companion quests? Plus I usually romance Anders so Sebastian always leaves my party in the end with threats of bringing an army down on Kirkwall for not killing Anders, soooo... yeah. Not the greatest impression he's left me with.

I would like to have a more well-rounded opinion of Sebastian because the concept of him is interesting; he's this chantry brother who is also a prince, but his family was murdered so he puts up a bounty on the chantry board [which admittedly is SO funny] and his companion quests are about avenging his family and helping him decide if he should take back his lands or remain a chantry brother. But then I talk to him, I listen to him talk to the other companions, and it's like... oh, the chantry has become his entire personality because the dude was brainwashed and now he's saying shit like the maker was actually the one who freed Fenris from slavery, and when Fenris tells him a story about how Denarius killed a child in a ritual for more power, Sebastian just doubles down that the maker has his reasons, like....babe, c'mon now.

I feel like I've read pieces about him written by fans who love him that are more compellingly written than he is, if that makes sense. Really, I would love to be educated by those who love him, especially Sebastian romancers because of all the love interests in all of DA, he's the one I look at and go, "....okay but why?" I have a lot of fun with character discussions and other perspectives so I mean that sincerely.

Also I think it's worth noting that when I play, I tend to get super into the roleplay of my warden/hawke/inquisitor, but while they have party members they can't stand, I have opinions that are separate from them, y'know?

For example, since I've talked about it a lot recently, my mage Hawke and Aveline butt heads constantly. By the end of Act 3, they're rivalry is heated and Ed's surprised Aveline even sided with him in the end because THAT is how much their relationship deteriorated over the course of the game... but then there's my warrior Hawke who adored Aveline. The two of them were best friends and Aris always gave her the benefit of the doubt, like she had Aveline's back through and through.

I've complained about Aveline a lot in my posts so it probably does sound like I can't stand her, but that's not true. Aveline's actually a companion that fascinates me, like she makes me go, "God, you're such an asshole, tell me more right now." and it drives me crazy how she and Carver are foils, like I love it so much, I could go on and on about how foiled they are, it makes me want to bite something.

It's very easy to look at Aveline and think she's just a bitch, she's a cop, she's a bad character, #Aveline-critical, bad companion, etc. I see it all the time, and not just with her, but with every companion in dragon age, y'know? I'm not saying that's wrong or anything; some characters just don't vibe with you or you have legit reasons for hating them and that's fine. I'm just saying some of it's very surface level unless you make the effort to elaborate.

If you don't like a character, you're less likely to make an effort to understand or see anything positive about them. You're more likely to have confirmation bias, so whenever they do or say anything, you go looking for the worst interpretation. I try not to do this just because for me, that's the "boring" approach to games like this but as we've seen, I'm not immune either... y'know, Sebastian.

But Carver gets this a lot, too, and I think I've made myself clear that Carver is my favorite, I love him, the Hawke twins are S-tier companions and I would throw everyone in Kirkwall into the ocean if it meant Bethany and Carver's happiness.

Now that I'm thinking about it, the characters a lot of fans can't stand are some of my favorites?

Like a lot of people shit on Sera, and I'm like "Nah, that's my girl! Listen, she's got a LOT of internalized issues, but we're working through them okay! She's getting better!"

And Vivienne? Oh, don't get me started on Vivienne, I have a whole deal about her. She's also an asshole and I love her.

My canon inquisitor is Surana who escaped the circle and joined the dalish, becoming Lavellan. Vivienne is a reflection of what Ash could've been if she hadn't run away with Jowan. She played the game of the circle, she stepped wherever she needed to step because Ash knew she was at a disadvantage by being an elf, for one, and for two, not coming from a family with wealth that would give her special privileges. Her downfall was buying into her own hype and believing she couldn't be wrong about Jowan, believing that she could either prevent them from making him tranquil or help him and Lily run away, and believing she was above punishment because she worked her way into being Irving's favorite. Yet it all bit her in the ass and she had to run… so then years later after living outside of the circle and realizing just what the chantry is, how it conditions and abuses mages and shit, she meets Vivienne who also played the game well and came out on top, who now spouts the same shit Ash used to spout and it's makes their dynamic sooo chewable.

Then there's Cullen who's not a companion but I lump him and Josephine in with the companions anyway. They're advisors, they're in the inner circle, they count.

He's such a spineless ass in DA2 like believe me, I get all the criticisms he gets... but he's also fairly polite to Hawke even if they're openly anti-templar, he's softer spoken, and he's unwell after what happened to him in DAO and Meredith's clearly taking advantage of his state... but then he becomes an advisor in DAI who is so done with people's bullshit and blatantly honest about it, like he looks at Chancellor Roderick like "this fucking guy again" and he's so ready to just go for it, y'know? Well... unless you're a pretty lady who bats her eyes at him, then suddenly he doesn't know how words work. Like sometimes I feel crazy because I find him to be so funny in DAI, and overall a compelling character that I enjoy interacting with even when he's being a total asshole. Yeah, there's issues in his writing but I appreciate the vision the writers were going for, even if they stumbled... except for Sheryl Chee, I don't appreciate her contribution of those few posts on the DA forums that everyone uses as a smoking gun to "prove" awful things about him. Nothing gets under my skin more in character discussions than bad faith arguments and there's so much of that when it comes to Cullen.

Actually, while we're on that, can I just add a note that when I first got into this fandom, I saw someone's post about Chee doing an interview where she said all those bad things about Cullen wanting to assault the mage warden and I was like, "What? An interview? What interview?? Where??" and I couldn't find shit until much later when I read another anti-Cullen post that cited a DA forum as the source for her saying those things... so not an interview. I went digging for the forum, went into the way back machine to find it.... only to discover that this smoking gun comes from a fanfiction forum where Mary Kirby was also talking about Sten and catgirls and y'all expect me to take that seriously?

We can have discussions about whether or not Cullen's a bad person or a bad character, but the moment you bring Sheryl Chee into it, I know you're here in bad faith and your argument is void.

Sorry for the tangent and the long answer but this is the stuff I enjoy. I could talk about the characters of DA for ages unprompted that when someone does throw me a bone, I will discuss and gush about them all.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

oughh......

[ntaras]

i think a lot of people coddle kuai liang too much. yes he’s good and a tortured man etc. and people see that he has struggled but don’t really see that he still is struggling and has faults. even in mk12 people aren’t really talking about how he did in fact try to kill bi-han- which yes, he would have regretted, but that is still a fault you have to see in him. he’s susceptible to fits of blind rage that will make him do things he’ll regret. his anger was justified (obviously) but he’s also capable of murdering his own brother (which once again, i am sure he would have regretted).

[solpng]

hii, how many cats do you have? 🥰

too manyyy 😭 i haven't done a proper headcount in a minute so lemme do a list of names and i'll total it after

oook so there's: lily, rollie, taiga, deedee, toph, violet, vivian, vinnie, spice, simon, dean, sammy, arry, dr jekyll, mr hyde, jupiter, cosmo, comet, ember, garlic, gabriel, isaac, and pants

a lot of them were strays at certain points. like pants for example, he's new and has a much shyer brother i haven't named yet. we also have the three new kittens violet had a few weeks ago and i've only named one so far. her name's tangerine 🍊

anyway i think the total comes up to 27?? 💀 ohhh my fucking goddddd