#long lost sibling?? 👀👀

[sea-jello]

if wind and water are both from wojira doesn't that make morro somewhat related to nya and by extension kai

[simkoos]

in between building and trying not to drive myself crazy with my indecisiveness, i've been populating my save with men™

adam bardot, 27: local fuccboi, usually spotted at the boba shop shooting his shot with the vendor

barry king, 72: self-made millionaire (or so he claims), owns the 'kingpin gentlemen's club' in del sol valley. he's lowkey forcing his son to take over the business after his retirement

bryn chamberlain, 22: youngest of 4 siblings. he makes bank on simhub but his parents believe he's simply tipped well at the fancy seafood restaurant in downtown san sequoia 🤷

houston morrisey, 26: lowkey has anger issues and denies it while being argumentative and angry... an amazing photographer, loves media production and any music genre as long as it can be played loudly. always in competition with his best friend shayne

jaxon guzman, 31: kinda unhinged, you just don't know what goes on in that mind of his. freaks out customers works at a marijuana dispensary in del sol valley and has a gf that's equally unhinged

kevin offerman, 25: studies early childhood development at ubrite, loves 2000's pop music, green tea and cozy video games. he's also hope and jamison's nanny 🤍

kieran panzacola, 33: looks tough bc he is. definitely the strong and silent type but has a super soft spot for his puppy maddie ;-;

kristian wang, 21: lifestyle influencer from san myshuno, rarely interacts with sims not in his social circle. claims to be humble and down to earth while bragging about purchasing his first home at 19

myles cook, 26: has tons of friends, the guy to go to if you wanna know where the best parties are. lost count of the amount of piercings he has but wants more smh (if you can't tell i love my alt boys sm)

noel easley, 20: lives solely on ramen, granola bars and mcdonald's french fries. very easy going, is absolutely loved by his friends and peers. he's also an expert at crochet and sells his creations on plopsy! (pls buy a hat he needs more fries)

prof. cliff woodruff, 55: foxbury's renowned robotics professor, divorcee, father of 2 and sugar daddy. 👀

shayne goins, 25: friendly but mysterious, wants to be a rockstar when he grows up, has 3 unrequited love interests bc of his fear of vulnerability and commitment :((( always in competition with his best friend houston

[anxiousnerdwritings]

For the love of Merlin please give me Percy Wesley x older!Potter!sister — the ultimate yandere

Percy who is determined and headstrong stepping onto the Hogwarts Express for the very first time and taking one look at the pretty girl with dark hair and green eyes and a scar on her face that she’s baring proudly, just as he’s baring his second hand robes proudly, and deciding that that’s the one he wants before even getting her name

Introducing himself with confidence and is pleased to be met with a beaming smile, no judgement present

Molly would be horrified hearing Percy is in Slytherin

Her most rule following, intelligent and sophisticated son a snake??? Not understanding why until Charlie breaks out into a fit of laughter and sputters something about Percy following a pretty girl into the house and Molly whips around looking like she wants to smack sense into him because he’s obviously lost his mind and he just raises his brows and is like “yes but it’s Potter!Reader soooooo” and she has to compose herself

He’s determine to become everything his family isn’t, everything his father isn’t, making a silent promise to be better and to take care of their family that way Arthur Weasley just couldn’t

It’s funny though cause she’s already rich. Having money isn’t a driving factor for a relationship, she just wants to be seen and loved.

Yesssss, I love it!!!! But hear me out though; Yan!poly Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood with Older!sibling!Potter!Reader👀🤗. Thoughts??

Percy would totally have a much darker streak, mainly cause his darling is always ending up it shitty situations or having to deal with shitty people so he’s gotta compensate somehow to be able to help/protect her. Not to mention he’s gotta be slick to move his way up in life to be at the point he feels he can thoroughly provide for his darling and their future family.

Also, I totally see him being an absolute fucking simp for Potter!Reader, you can’t tell me otherwise. And he takes such pride in it too. Boy loves his darling so much and so early on that he is utterly willing to do absolutely whatever for them at any given second, whether she asks him to or not. After older!sister!Potter!Reader comes into Percy’s life, his whole world revolves around her and only her. She and their future together is his top priority and it makes him only strive all the harder in his education and later in his career. Everything he does and will do is for the two of them, no one else.

I just can’t help but to imagine how totally stressed out Percy is during the whole Prisoner of Azkaban plot. Like, mans is out on the hunt for Sirius Black himself to ensure his darling stays safe and sound. He would completely forbid Potter!Reader from leaving their dorm whatsoever, especially without him. His head would be on a swivel with how much he’s looking over both his and his darling’s shoulders. Not to mention also needing to keep an eye out on Harry too cause Merlin forbid anything happens to him.

Not to mention, Percy would always come in clutch for his darling when it came to them getting into trouble. He’ll cover for them as much as he possibly can too. Doing the same for Harry too, albeit a bit more reluctantly.

I love the idea of Percy and Potter!Reader moving in together after they graduate, like right after. Percy has been waiting for this moment for so long, just him and his darling and no more being at the Burrow. I could see him moving into Grimmauld Place with the Reader, Harry and Sirius, cause you know Sirius wasn’t gonna part so easily with the Reader let alone let the two move in together right away. Besides, Percy probably may as well have already moved in with how much he was over there. Or I could see Petunia giving the house on Spinner’s End to the Reader as a graduation gift/cause it belongs to her now (or the Reader just fucking breaks into it and moves in herself cause it is hers and Harry’s after all) and the Reader of course takes Harry with her to live there, cause you know damn well older!sister!Potter!Reader promised him when she first started attending Hogwarts that the second she graduated they would never have to go home to the Dursley’s ever again. Percy ends up moving in shortly after, or he’s already been moved in having taken to setting everything up while his darling got Harry and whatever things they needed.

I also could see Percy visiting the Dursley home a lot. Vernon and Petunia actually quite enjoy him and his company, he’s prim and proper, but most importantly he doesn’t come off as being anything remotely ‘unordinary’. Meanwhile, you know damn well he spent countless sleepless nights memorizing muggle related things to come off as ‘normal’ as possible to his darling’s aunt and uncle. Vernon especially takes to Percy given their bonding over talks about career plans. Percy particularly earns Vernon’s good graces when he mentions his want for an ‘office job’ and moving his way up the workplace latter when he eventually does get said job.

But let’s be honest, Percy is only trying to make nice with his darling’s family, he absolutely detests them and wishes nothing but hardship for the people who have made his darling and her brother’s lives hell. The look of utter horror and disdain when Percy sees the way the Reader and Harry live, he vows in that moment that he will do everything in his power to take his darling away from the abusive and neglectful situation they’ve been forced to endure and to give them everything they deserve and more. After that, I think Percy’s respect for/trust in Dumbledore would be nonexistent. Like, how fucking dare you to know about the situation my darling and her brother have grown up in and continue to let it take place. The situation you willingly handed them into. Percy would totally have mad beef with Albus, to the point where he just flat out calls and refers to Dumbledore as Albus, saying it with nothing but seething disgust. No more Sir, Professor or Headmaster. I think it would be Percy’s first true heel turn from being the respectful, rule abiding boy he was.

[phoenix--flying]

cabin ten curse 👀

YEAHHH!!!!

The curse of Cabin Ten, as opposed to Cabin Seven, affects all of them. It was a curse inflicted by Nemesis when she got tired of Aphrodite flaunting her love life, how many people she'd gotten to fall in love with her, a trait her children shared, so she cursed the cabin.

In The Lost Hero, we learn about the Aphrodite Rite of Passage.

“The rite of passage for an Aphrodite child,” one explained. “You get someone to fall in love with you. Then you break their heart. Dump them. Once you do that, you’ve proven yourself worthy of Aphrodite.”

Playing on the Rite of Passage, if a child of Aphrodite has someone fall in love with them and then doesn't break their heart, that person will die.

Take Charles Beckendorf for example, we're told that Silena refused to complete the Rite of Passage.

“Forget it!” Piper yelled, a little louder than she’d intended. The other kids backed away. “I’m not breaking somebody’s heart just for a stupid rite of passage!” Which of course gave Drew a chance to take back control. “Well, there you go!” she cut in. “Silena said the same thing. She broke the tradition, fell in love with that Beckendorf boy, and stayed in love. If you ask me, that’s why things ended tragically for her.”

And Beckendorf died. So did Silena, but her death doesn't play into the curse.

We could also tie in Piper and Jason, although Jason died after Piper broke up with him. But the key part of their break up? Piper didn't break up with him for the Rite of Passage, therefore she never completed it.

Also, if a curse is cast a while ago, the exact way it affects the cabin may get lost in translation. In canon the Rite of Passage is to make someone fall in love with you and break their heart, but if we tie in Jason and Piper, we can twist the curse into having to break the heart of someone you've fallen in love with or else they die.

Silena was in love with Charles, she didn't break his heart, he died. Piper was in love with Jason, she didn't break up with him with the intention to break his heart, he died.

This could also explain why Drew is so adamant about her siblings completing the Rite of Passage, no? We don't know how long she's been at camp, but if shes the oldest after Silena we can figure shes been there a decent amount of time, watched sibling after sibling lose and grieve their partner because they didn't complete the passage.

[katz-rambles]

OK I have a bit of a naughty suggestion, so feel free to skip it if you're not comfortable. But how about a needy fem!reader who has a crush on one of the ghouls (your choice) and sneaks into their room during practice? She gets a bit freaky in their bed, inhaling the ghoul's scent, touching herself, and humping their pillow, but then the ghoul unexpectedly returns early from practice. What would happen next? 👀

Anon, I'm in love with you. This is an amazing idea, and I'll be thinking about this for a while. I chose rain because, honestly, he's my favorite I hope you don't mind!

1.8k words, I got kinda carried away.

(fem!reader, readers a sibling of sin, pillow humping, masturbation, Rains kinda mean, edging, reader gets restrained, knotting, biting, oral (fem receiving), aftercare. I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

Chores seem to take longer and longer to finish every day. Somehow, this last one just seemed to drag out. Who would have thought cleaning the dining hall would take so long. With every part done, your mind can't seem to stop wandering. Images flash when you close your eyes. You let yourself get lost in it this time.

Rain is on top of you, his hands gently un-clipping your lace bra and quickly pinching your hardened nipples while he kisses down your stomach and stops above your panties. He curls his long fingers under the waistband and eagerly pulls them down. He leans to kiss your inner thigh and bites your thigh just to kiss the wound after. His breath fans over your-

“Sister.. are you okay?” You're pulled from your thoughts by a very familiar voice, one of the other siblings and a friend of yours is standing beside you, their brows furrowed as they look at you.

“Yes, yes, I'm fine.” You cough to try and hide your unamused groan. It was just getting good, too. The sibling nods at you and leaves the room. Through the whole encounter, you can't help yourself as your thighs rub together, a hopeless try for friction right where you need it most. You quickly scan the dining hall, and after deciding it's clean enough, you quickly move towards the ghoul den. You know they're at practice right now, so now's as good of a time as ever.

As you make your way down the hall you feel the need building with every step that slowly turns into a faint pulse at your core. The lowly lit hall is exactly where you want to be. The doors to the Ghouls den open with a loud creak that makes you internally cringe.

Not wasting one moment to check to make sure no one's watching you enter the den and move down the hall towards Rain's room. Your hand hovers over the door knob for a second before you can convince yourself to enter.

It's empty, as expected, but it fuels your desire for the water ghoul. You make sure you've closed the door all the way before making your way into his room. The pulse at your core seems to become harder to ignore.

You bring yourself onto his bed and selfishly inhale his scent. It sends jolts of desire through you and you can no longer deny yourself. Your hand lifts up your habit, slowly as you imagine it to be him. Once you've bunched the skirt up at your waist you reach down to toy with your clit through your panties, rubbing over the wet spot that's formed. A gasp escapes your lips when you press down a little harder. Your other hand grabs your breast through your habit and thin bra, your nipples hardening and you can, just barely, toy with it through the fabric.

The pleasure starts to fill your veins and greed mixed with lust consumes you. You shift your hips and lower yourself onto one of the pillows laying on his bed. Whispering a soft prayer that he won't notice, you start to grind your hips on the pillow. A moan echoes through the empty room, soon followed by another one. You start to move your hips faster, chasing the pleasure. All while imaging it's him, it's his face under you, his hand groping your chest. You reach down to rub your clit and your hips stutter slightly.

Moans and whimpers are flowing freely as you basically hump Rain's pillow. Your hand moves a bit faster on your clit as you feel that familiar coil starting to tighten in your core. Suddenly your nerves are on fire as your release gets closer and closer.

“Sh- Rain..” You gasp and whimper as your hips move faster. Your own pleasure takes hold of you. You slip your fingers under your panties to rub your clit without the fabric in the way, your other hand slips under your habit to undo your bra and slip it off your shoulders, now having full access to your hardened nipples. You pull and tweak at them with your one hand and rub and stroke your clit with the other.

“Oh fuck, Rain!” You moan and whine, feeling your release get closer and closer with every roll of your hips.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Your whole body freezes when you hear a voice, that is most definitely not your own, call out to you. You don't dare to look over, already knowing who it is, and your stomach drops. The sound of footsteps gets louder and you gasp when a cold hand grasps your face, turning you to look at him.

“By all means, don't let me stop you.” Rain smirks at you, his hand stroking your face. It's almost impossible to see how he's feeling through the dark lenses of his mask, but his smirk gives it away. He crawls behind you and places his head in the crook of your neck. His breath is warm, and it sends goosebumps down your neck. He grabs the flesh at your hips and starts to roll your hips, making sure to have you grind against his growing erection. He kisses your neck and up your jawline, sucking dark marks as he does so. He wraps an arm around your waist, moving himself closer to you, and takes the other down to rub your clit, doing this while still having you rub against him.

“What a good girl for me.. letting me come back to such a pretty sight. You smell so good.” He growls and you whimper. His long fingers rub your clit with such precision and force that you almost cum right away.

“Rain, I'm close! Please, I'm so close!” You whine for him, his name falling off your lips like a mantra. You can feel his lips curl into a smirk on your neck and he suddenly stops everything. His hand finds its way up to the zipper on your habit.

“No, the only time I'm going to let you cum is on my cock. That's what you want, isn't it?” He taunts and pulls the zipper down, easily sliding it off you. He turns you over, and you yelp, so now you're laying on your back. His hand groping your breasts and he takes off his mask, tossing it somewhere. He leans down and takes one of your hardened nipples in his mouth and sucks, hard, on it. His fingers pinching the other one. He hums against your nipple, before he pulls his mouth off with a slight pop. He trails kisses down your stomach towards your core.

“You're so wet.” He chuckles and pulls down your panties, letting him be right up to your now bare core. He flattens his tongue against your folds and laps at your clit. This has moans falling from your lips. He moves down to lick at your core, now fucking you with his long tongue. His tongue curls inside of you to hit the one sweet spot that had you arching your back and moaning his name.

“Rain! Don't stop.. please ‘m so close!” You moan and writhe under his hold. His hands come down from your breasts and onto your hips to hold you down as his tongue doesn't stop. When you feel that coil tighten in your core once again and your walls clench around his tongue he pulls back, his mouth and chin, and even his nose, have a slick sheen from your arousal.

“Told you. You're not cumming until it's on my cock.” He growls between pants and he reached down to pull off his belt. The sound of his belt has you clenching around nothing. He smirks and reaches up, wrapping his belt around your hands and tightening it. It's loose enough that you could get out if you really wanted to though, even through a lust-filled haze he still cares about you. He pulls off his shirt and finally gets out of his pants. Just through his boxers you can see the evident bulge and it makes you whimper, just imagining the stretch has you feeling light headed.

“Please, touch me, Rain. Fuck me.” You beg, lifting your hips up for him. His hand reaches down, once again, to find your hips, his other pulling off his boxers and when he does you moan. He's thick and long with pre-cum already leaking out of the tip.

“I think you're prepared enough for me.” He chuckles and rubs the tip against your clit and slick folds, coating himself with your slick. Without any warning he bottoms out inside your tight cunt, groaning as he does so. He groans and it turns into a whine when he starts to thrust his hips.

His cock manages to hit your sweet spot so perfectly, and his hand reaches to rub your clit. With the feeling your back arches and you already feel the coil again. This time he doesn't stop you from cumming.

You cum, hard, on his cock. Your back arches and you moan and whine as he slows his thrusts to help you ride out your orgasm, and then he goes back to his rough pace, now chasing his own orgasm.

“Fuck. You're so tight for me, sweetheart.” He groans and lets out a soft whimper, his thrusts getting harder and faster and he can feel you tightening around him once again. He places his head on your neck and bites and kisses your neck, leaving dark marks that are sure to be shown tomorrow, letting everyone know what you did at night.

“You gonna let me knot you?” He whimpers as his thrusts get sloppy and you can feel the base of his cock get thicker. Yet all you can do is nod and beg.

“Please, Rain, please!” You whine and that does it for him. He cums deep inside you, whimpering in your ear as he does so. You cum right as he does, milking his cock. He lets himself fall onto you, his head still resting on your neck. You're both panting and have a layer of sweat covering yourselves. He groans one last time when he pulls out of you, almost like he's disappointed it's over.

“Come on.. let's get cleaned up.” He pulls you to sit up and he leaves to go to the bathroom, you can hear the sounds of the water running. He soon after comes out and picks you up and he places you in the water. He gives you a soft kiss on the forehead and gets up once again. He grabs something and sits in the bath with you.

After cleaning both of you up and giving you a clean pair of his clothes he places you in his bed and pulls you close.

“I wasn't too rough with you, was I?” He asks with his face in your hair. You shake your head and smile up at him. From this position, you can hear Rain purring. It rumbles deep in his chest and lulls you to sleep. You have a feeling this will be the start of something good.

[crusty-chronicles]

Airheaded S/O Headcannons: #6 Sebastian (Black Butler)

An: Literally the hardest part is finding a decently sized picture for him. We will now continue with our regularly scheduled program.

He finds your stupidity incredibly amusing

That being said, you're either his most or least favorite servant

Depends on the time of day honestly

You break more dishes than Mey-Rin

You explode the kitchen more often than Baldroy

You destroy the garden worse than Finny

But what kind of butler would he be if he couldn't deal with one completely incompetent person?

So after making the mistake of letting you complete a task by yourself the first few times, he now watches over you for any potential disasters.

He's your shadow until you can prove to him you're not so stupid after all.

And that's where you pique his interest. (Well appeal to his amusement that is)

You cut yourself trying to prepare the Young Master a snack?

"What a clumsy little thing you are," he says as he puts a small band aid on your finger.

You need to deliver some documents to Ciel but forgot which room is his?

"Right this way, you've kept the Young Lord waiting long enough with your forgetfulness," he coos and leads you to his room.

What's that? You fell onto the dining table and broke it along with the set of dishes?

"A shame. Those were newly imported. So be it, as long as you didn't hurt yourself too bad." And he precedes to check you over for major injuries.

Not because he cares, but because a Phantomhive servant must always be in top condition.

More often than not, he's stifling a laugh behind his hand at your antics

You accidentally used salt instead of sugar for Ciel's tea?

He's trying so hard not to break as the young boy spits his drink and starts coughing.

Guest are being rude?

You tell them they reek of alcohol and cigarettes, and he's hiding a smile behind his gloved hand.

You lost the keys to the manor and broke the door to get in?

He's cooing down at you and ties a spare to your uniform.

It becomes a game to him to see how many times he can get your small brain to short-circuit

Whether it's telling you about where the new imports are from or today's menu, he finds immense joy seeing your face go blank.

His record is 7 times in two minutes

While Sebastian's opinion of you varies, it's very clear you're Ciel's favorite servant.

Why????

Because you're the only one who manages to catch Sebastian off guard.

The demon who's prepared for anything and everything, who almost never breaks his composure, dumbfounded by a human who can't even enter a carriage without falling or breaking it.

If Ciel's ever mad at Sebastian, he'll punish him by pairing the two of you up for chores.

And Sebastian absolutely hates it because he won't get anything done.

There is a plus side to this though. It means convincing Ciel to let you come on missions is easier.

He just can't stand being away from his favorite form of entertainment, after all.

Speaking of missions 👀👀👀

You're an absolute titan, and while Sebastian was well aware you're Finny's sibling, he's still impressed by your strength.

It's not just you hurling statues or whole carriages at enemies.

It's the fact that after taking multiple gunshots to your torso, while bleeding profusely, you pick up Ciel and manage to toss him Sebastian's way with ease.

Like you weren't seriously injured

You just kept trucking on, as if you weren't bleeding out.

Sebastian eventually has to step in before you die, despite your protests that you could keep going.

"Let's treat those wounds, shall we? It'd be a shame for the Young Master to lose his favorite servant to such a trivial cause." Ciel was part of the reason he saved you, but not the true reason.

Because the truth, the real reason was a little more sinister.

Sebastian would just hate for his precious toy to be broken so soon.

So he decides to keep you at the manor for the time being. At least until you take your life a little more seriously.

Such a delicious soul shouldn't be thrown away that easily.

He won't see you in a romantic light for a long time. But that doesn't stop him from toying with you.

A huge fan of whispering naughty things in your ear and seeing you not processing it at all.

Just your face going blank and a, "I don't think that's very practical, but to each their own I guess."

And it's so funny to him because most women (and let's be real, men) would be flustered beyond belief.

But for you it goes in one ear and out the other.

He also appreciates how you pay his appearance no mind

You're not fumbling over words or getting all blushy when he's near

You simply don't care or don't notice his attempts to get a rise out of you.

And that makes him only want your attention even more.

He realizes he likes you a little more than he should during the Jack the Ripper incident.

Ciel let you tag along to confront his aunt because, "You're the most incompetent, yet capable servant." As he puts it.

Grell went in for a nasty blow with his death scythe, one that Sebastian wouldn't be able to avoid in full.

And in you came, shoving him out of the way and getting your side sawed through. In what only could be called a display of strength, you grabbed the blade of the chainsaw and pulled the reaper close to you, then socked her straight in her jaw, sending Grell flying.

He was very impressed that a human of all creatures was capable of such feats.

Then Sebastian was upset.

So very upset that this reaper had damaged his plaything.

He fights with the intent to kill until the whole ordeal is called off by Ciel.

While you're getting patched up back at the estate is when he decides your his.

Sebastian is a demon after all, and a very cruel one at that.

His first step in courting you is tricking you into a contract. (Which would not be hard to do at all)

He'll take you to the manor's garden and get down on a knee, as if he planned to confess.

"My dearest pet," he'd start off with his eyes already flashing their demonic color.

"It brings me immense pain to see you injured so often on the Queen's little excursions. If you would agree to let me stay by your side, I would protect you from any and all harm."

"All you need do is call my name and I shall be there. What I ask in return is you. Your mind. Your body. Your soul. Will you accept?"

He watches eagerly as the cogs turn in your head.

"Mmmm, no"

And he's 👁️👄👁️

Because what did you say??????

Out of all the humans, you, you say no????

He reaches for you before you leave.

"May I ask why?" Because he, Sebastian, the most sought out man, was being turned down by the one being he actually wanted.

" Because I want to be the one that protects you. It's not fair to add even more weight to your shoulders." You answer.

And after taking a moment to process, Sebastian is laughing.

Oh you precious, precious fool.

It's decided then, he doesn't want your soul. Oh no, he plans to keep you for all of eternity.

So long as you always keep him on his toes

He let's you decide the terms of this arrangement, knowing full well you have no clue what you just agreed to

He places his mark directly over your heart.

It's less obvious than Ciel's, but still enough to show that your fate's forever intertwined with his.

There are only ever two things he calls you: fool and pet.

Fool because, well, your a huge idiot always getting into trouble.

And pet because that's exactly what you are to him.

His precious pet that he'll keep safe for the time being. (I reiterate, he's a demon demon)

Sebastian isn't very affectionate, but there are times he's feeling soft and wants to kiss your forehead. Usually to wake you for the day.

Holding your hand to guide you is another one of his favorites. You're just so cute when you don't know where you're going.

Sebastian doesn't get jealous because what reason does he have to worry you'll leave him.

He is one hell of a lover, you know?

On the other hand, he gets a smidge territorial if a reaper or angel is near you.

They aren't mortal and have the power to end you on the spot.

But he'd never let that happen.

He honestly can't tell if you know he's a demon or not.

It's not like he hides it very well around you, but you're very slow to pick up on things.

Nevertheless, you're his until the day you die and beyond.

His foolish little human.

NEXT UP: Jinx (Arcane)

MASTERLIST

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

Vacker sibling headcanons go 👀

Alvar was the first person Fitz ever reached out to telepathically after he manifested, and that created a pathway in Fitz's brain that made connecting to Alvar a muscle memory thing.

When Alvar was in the elite levels, Fitz would transmit thoughts to him all day long to make him laugh or to ask about his day because he really loved his big brother

Alvar would entertain this, but found it all deeply annoying, and like Fitz was trying to rub it in his face that he had the 'cooler' ability

Biana taught Fitz and Alvar how to braid hair. Fitz complained, but learned

Alvar LOVED it. He doted on Biana. He took her shopping, and he did his best (along with Della) to make sure Biana felt seen, because both of them were shoved out of the picture as soon as Fitz manifested it seemed.

Fitz always noticed Alvar's apparent favoritism, but didn't like bringing it up because Alvar's rebuttal was always "And your dad's favorite. It's okay to just let other people have things, you know."

A lot of Alvar and Fitz's interactions growing up were rather negative, and sometimes Fitz would get really upset, but most of the time he just liked that Alvar was paying attention to him

For mothers and fathers day, the three of them would get together and bake treats for their parents and write cards. However, this usually brought up a lot of feelings regarding the unspoken sibling rivalry.

Biana and Fitz got closer as they got older, especially once the two of them were shoved into the limelight. they became rather emotionally reliant on one another, Fitz on Biana more so than the other way around

she was good at shutting down rumors surrounding him, and always left a seat empty at the foxfire lunch table for him

Alvar was pretty absent by the time Sophie got to the lost cities

but Fitz's mind still connected to his brothers as easily as breathing. he never realized what evil lurked in his big brother's mind, and he feels a knot in his stomach every time he thinks about it

Biana no longer finds her similarities to Alvar comforting. She doesn't like that Alvar saw himself in her. That he said she was most likely to understand why he was doing what he did

she looks in the mirror and is comforted by the fact that her eyes are teal, like Fitz's.

[dairy-farmer]

Jaytim half sibling au, where tim is catherine and willis todd's biological child. They put him up for adoption because they felt they couldn't support more than one child. Jason was only two or three at the time, and only has vague memories of his mommy's tummy being big.

Maybe tim always knew he was adopted, but didn't care much, other than the odd daydream when he was lonely. He loved his parents, so he mostly fantasized about long lost brothers or sisters.

Idk how this would progress into jaytim, but I feel like this is a deep well for exploring Jason's mommy kink lol (imagine if tim has her smile)

👀👀👀👀 okay so i had a jaytim thread fic about tim and jason being biological fraternal twin brothers here!!!

but here tim knowing he's adopted and always being curious about the family he would've had if his bio parents kept him. it had been a closed adoption. willis had insisted, told catherine it would make things easier because they couldn't afford another child. not when jason was already such a big expense, plus at least with the adoption they'd recieve some money and that would keep their heads above water for the meanwhile. catherine, of course, knows willis is right. she knows they can't afford another baby. but...this is the first baby she's ever carried and now she has to give them up. it takes a toll on her. jason recalls years later never really knowing what pushed his mom into her drug habit. as far back as he could remember he knew she'd been self medicating with drugs and alcohol. he thought his dad had been the reason. he'd hardly been a very pleasant person to be around. an asshole even. but...never a wifebeater. jason had always just sort of assumed his dad was the cause because he knows his old man had been a dealer at some point. jason only knew that because willis had harshly cautioned him against going down that path. it was one of the few times willis had tried to parent him by pulling jason by his ear away from a group of older boys that hung around a stoop across the street and harshly scolding him.

catherine never quite gets over losing her child. the only thing she has is the birth certificate and some papers from the agency that had set everything up. its what sits at the bottom of some forgotten box long after she has died and so has willis. it gather and collects dust in the closet of the apartment in the building jason grew up in. and it won't be until decades that jason scouts out the condemned building, feeling some sense of nostalgia as he determines the amount of work that needs to go into fixing the whole building up so that it can house new families. jason goes into that old one bedroom apartment, runs his fingers through the thick layer of dust. odds and end furniture that was never thrown out because that old landlord had never been able to find a new tenant after jason's dad was locked up and his mom died and no one was left to pay rent.

jason stumbling across that box, going through it, finding an odd set of papers and just...staring. remembering being two, nearly three and recalling how he'd press his ear to his mom's tummy and giggling along with her at the feeling of something pressing against his hand. its just bits and flashes like how its around the time his mom started on a downward spiral that ended up killing her.

jason finally figuring out this was the reason why. that somewhere out there was a little sibling he'd never known.

maybe he can't go to barbara with this because she'll likely spill to dick or run to bruce to tell on him. jason's options are limited and so he turns to the only other detective that might be discrete about it.

tim helping jason with his search because the adoption agency has long since shut down and were active during the time of paper record keeping.

the two of them growing slowly closer, getting to know each other better. jason thinking tim's not as bad as he thought he was that sometimes...tim might even...remind him of his mom.

he dismisses it because it was that visit to his apartment that makes him all sentimental...makes him think of his mom more often and the good times they had together like her warm laugh and the soft skin of her hand. and sometimes...when jason is dead tired and tim's is the closest place to crash...sometimes....tim does those little things that make the kid part of jason's brain just melt because his mommy is there.

jason and tim starting to sleep together and the the absolute ice bucket chill that hits them both when tim manages to track down the couple that adopted jason's sibling and it's jack and janet drake 👀👀👀

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

I saw the mini hc post of MC being Lucio’s younger sibling and it got me thinking, what if the older sibling was someone else?

So how about mini hc for the M6 discovering MC is Muriel’s younger sibling? (With a platonic reaction from Muriel ofc)

Maybe their parents sent them and Muriel off together but something happened that separated them (maybe Muriel feels some amount of guilt because he’s the older brother and he was meant to protect them? 👀), only for MC to end up in Vesuvia when they’re an adult.

The Arcana Mini-HCs: When MC is Muriel's younger sibling

Julian: ... so he's already been struggling with the fact that Muriel just. doesn't have the best impression of him, so ... his people pleasing efforts are about to triple in an attempt to win him over

Asra: delighted beyond words. Muriel's been their oldest friend, basically family, for decades now, and this just seals the deal! He also becomes more sensitive to Muriel's feelings about the relationship

Nadia: she's surprised because neither of you knew before, but she's not that surprised because you do look fairly similar. overjoyed on your behalf that you still have family to hold onto after everything

Muriel: he's torn, because he needs space and time to process but he also never wants to let you out of his sight again. makes it a new priority to be a part of your life, whatever path you choose to follow

Portia: she's never discovered a sibling before, but she knows what it's like to find one after thinking she's lost him for good. starts to compare your older brother to her older brother, which terrifies Julian

Lucio: oh. oh no. if this ends well, it's only after a very long and very painful process that involves lots of therapy. Muriel and Lucio are the last people to share a person easily, but for your sake they can try?

[tamaruaart]

Appreciation time for your mutuals!

LETS GOOOO

@camhues Amazing OCs, BEAUTIFUL ART- (I am married to Ling) Absolutely love all the stories she has for her girlies! Cam is honestly so wholesome big sister vibes (I also think Cam was actually one of my first moots lol!)

@doppel-doodles Bro, BROO- My long lost chaotic raccoon sibling. Absolutely love all the OCs, Mengtao is SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE 😤😤 Gosh, I wish I could play cotl so we could both fangirl together, but I'm BROKE- Anyways ye, GO READ STRAYS AND THICKER THAN BLOOD I PROMISE YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT.

@lallxrona / @intpandlgbt My sista from anotha mister- AMARA GIVE ME A CHANCE. PLEASE. Absolutely love all the OCs, that's a given- Love the lore as well! Jadeflower and the Jada and Beam duo- They give me LIFE. They were there for me in my darkest moments 💪😔

@itsalice3940 Alice. Bestie. Are you the sweetest person on earth or what??? Ming is such a cutie, I'm also very intrigued by her ancestor 👀 Also, Liana, home girl- The way you simp for my two idiots (Khio and Tharos) is embarrassing- /lighthearted

@yingjiaoyue AGHHH I LOVE THIS COMIC SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭 Genuinely such good writing. Jiao Yue is an absolute queen, I would treat her better than stinky emo monkey and Disney channel villain wannabe (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）(also the whole 'two Syaorans' situation is so funny to me-)

@littlethingsrae even though we don't really talk much, I genuinely really love Rae's stuff! The characters, I LOVE JIN- Also Jin and RedSon are so CUTEEEEEEEEEEEE 😔

@brave-little-rat-girl my FIRST ever moot :0 Absolutely love all the stuff, Ayla is amazing lol- The art is also extremely well done! They nail the LMK art style PERFECTLY-

@vanilachai Another moot I don't talk to much :0 I love all the OCs though <3 Also I think it's funny how we share the same nickname lol-

@hahawasabi AGHHHHHHHHH- (affectionate) Doppel's opa, with all due respect, you have raised a monster- Also, I am genuinely so thankful for that time you helped me with Filipino surnames <3

@glitch-pep MOJ HRVATSKI BRAT/SESTRAAAAAAA WOOOOOOO- Kak si mi bestiće lol? Nismo odavno popričali- Svejedno tvoj blog je moj safe space <3 (Ovo nitko drugi neće moći razumijeti lololololo 😭😭)

Now, I have like- A LOT OF FREAKING MOOTS- So I couldn't fit all of em in this post :'D Anyways, if you're one of the moots who didn't get mentioned- I'M SORRY BESTIE 😭

[drivinmeinsane]

Would you wanna expand on Anna and K being siblings in all ways that matter? I agree, I'd just like to hesr your thoughts on the matter too :]

Oh man, you've opened a can of worms. 👀 Here's some of my rambling threads of thoughts complete with my mauled digital copy of the script and screencaps galore.

Spoilers for Blade Runner 2049 under the cut.

From the moment Ana is introduced, even before we meet her face to face, she is a mirror of K. They are copies of one another. Two people can't have the exact same genetic code, but the closest one can get is twins. They shared their defining memory and splintered off later in life as siblings do.

There was always meant to be two of them. The files say that one died from an illness and the other lived. We find out that Ana was stuck on-world from an illness that she developed. Only, she didn't die. She was left behind and abandoned to work for Wallace and other corporations needing her memory making services. Ana is the real girl and K is her ghost.

A life of freedom as long as it's behind glass. K has the same as long as he obeys the rigid system that keeps him tethered. Neither are truly living. It's escapism. They both dream of realities where they are loved. By illegally putting her memory into K, Ana created a family member. He's her copy—a sibling, a twin—someone who shared her life experience and could relate. Two children, protecting the only item they have left from a father who they had never met. As one, they had stowed it away in a furnace and enduring being beaten. They lived this. Together. Ana's last name of Stelline. Little stars. It beings to mind the Gemini zodiac sign. The twins. Castor and Pollux and their horses. K was the invisible companion of Ana, an unborn ghost. Maybe she imagined him when things got too dismal. Maybe she thought about having a brother or a sister. When the time came, she offered up the memory to the Wallace corporation so the burden of that childhood could be shared, understood. A sibling made reality. A ghost was made solid, living flesh. Who would have thought that replicant would come looking? Who would have thought Officer K would break every shred of genetic modification and careful conditioning to find her, his sister, while searching for answers because he cared, because he was part of Ana's scattered family and didn't know it.

Again, they mirror each other. In the same moment that Ana is looking at the snow falling on her hand, K is doing the same. Even in the end, they are connected. Left hand and right hand—two parts of a whole.

No one had ever come for K. He makes sure someone comes for Ana. He knows what it's like to want family so badly that your very bones ache, that you would kill another one of your kind for the first time for it. He found their father and brought him home. He was a good brother, a good son.

There is a void over Ana's right shoulder where K should be. Her ghost—her copy—has died even if she does not know it yet. His death in a roundabout way fulfills the prophecy of the DNA database findings. Two siblings, a boy and a girl. One dies. He haunted her before his inception and he haunts her still after his body is found on the stairs of the upgrade center. If only she had spoken up. If only K had told Deckard the truth. If only there had been another way to love someone without remaining a stranger.

At the risk of sounding like a broken record because I've honestly lost count of how many times I've said this, I genuinely believe Deckard would have shrugged and accepted the fact that he and Rachael had had two kids.

I think the three of them could have been happy together, but Blade Runner 2049 is a modern Greek tragedy seeped in the lore from thousands of years ago. There are no joyous endings here.

[wormonastringtheory]

it's time for another oddly specific poll motherfuckers (inspired by @inthefallofasparrow )

[oliolioxenfreewrites]

OC Intro Interview with Raelin & Garrick

thank you @the-golden-comet for the tag! this is the one that was robbed from us last night, by faulty electronics (not my fault for not periodically saving... 👀💀) this was so so so much fun to write! these two are adisa's backbone. they show her that even though the darkness consumes her, she still has a bunch of light in her life...

This is a bit of a long one, but pls let me know any thoughts or reactions! Feedback is always appreciated as well 🫶🏾

Today, we have Garrick Bramwell and Raelin Vespera with us. Rick is a loyal warrior and protector, and Raelin is a fierce and guarded fighter. Both have been through immense hardship, yet they stand resilient and strong. Let’s dive into their thoughts and experiences.

The interview is a bit long, but so where the generations. I couldn't sums by

Interviewer: Welcome, Garrick and Raelin, you guys are from Syrithya, fraught with conflict and angering civilians against the tyrannical nobility. I’ll make sure to start with something light. What’s your favorite thing to do to avoid responsibility?

Rick: (smirking) Honestly, I like to disappear into the woods. It’s peaceful, and no one can find me there. There’s something about the solitude that helps me clear my mind and think about everything that’s been happening. It’s a way for me to escape the chaos, even if just for a little while.

Rae: For me, it’s a good sparring session. There’s nothing like the physical exertion to take my mind off things. Plus, it’s a productive way to avoid responsibility – I’m getting stronger and more prepared for whatever comes next. Sometimes, though, it’s just about finding a quiet spot and carving a piece of wood into something new.

Interviewer: If you could choose anyone in the world to be your sibling, who would it be?

Rick: (glancing at Rae) I think I’d choose someone like Rae. Tough, dependable. But Adisa is my sister in spirit, and that bond is stronger than anything blood could create. We’ve been through so much together, and that kind of history makes us inseparable.

Rae: I’d choose Rick, no question. He’s got your back, no matter what. But Adisa too, as weird as that would be considering… anyway, they both embody the kind of loyalty and strength I value. We’re a family forged by circumstances, and that’s sometimes stronger than anything else.

Interviewer: What is the most sublime thing you have ever eaten and why?

Rick: There was this roasted boar at a village feast once. Perfectly cooked, seasoned just right. I can still taste it. It wasn’t just the food, though; it was the sense of community, the laughter and stories shared around the fire. It’s those moments of peace that stick with you.

Rae: Freshly caught fish, grilled over an open fire. Simple but unforgettable. There’s something about the taste of food you’ve caught and prepared yourself. It’s honest and pure, a reminder of simpler times and the satisfaction of self-sufficiency.

Interviewer: What was the worst day of your life?

Rick: The night of the attack on Zyx. I lost everything. Seeing the village burn, hearing the screams, and feeling helpless I tried to save as many as I could. It was the night that changed everything, it took away my family and my sense of security.

Rae: The night my village was razed. Changed everything. I was only 15 dude, I had to grow up fast—too fast. (there's a brief pause as Raelin clears her throat) Learning to survive on my own. It was a baptism by fire, and it’s left scars that I carry with me to this day.

Interviewer: What’s your worst nightmare?

Rick: Losing those I care about and not being able to protect them. That feeling of helplessness is something I never want to experience again. It’s what drives me to keep fighting, to keep getting stronger.

Rae: I’d have to agree. But also, becoming like the people we fight against. I fear losing my humanity, bro. Like becoming a soulless husk, in the pursuit of frivolity. It’s a fine line, and it’s easy to cross without realizing it; Kirjani had no choice, she was put through a hellish experience. I don’t fault her in the slightest.

Interviewer: If a monster asked you your worst nightmare, what would you tell it and why?

Rick: I’d tell it the truth. Fear of losing loved ones. Monsters thrive on fear, and it’s best to face it head-on. Acknowledging your fears gives you power over them, rather than letting them control you.

Rae: I wouldn’t give it the satisfaction. I’d probably laugh and tell it to find someone else to scare. Giving a monster your fears is like giving it a weapon. I’d rather keep my fears to myself and use them to fuel my strength.

Interviewer: Would you give away secret information if tortured? Be honest.

Rick: (serious) I’d like to say no, but everyone has a breaking point. It’s about how long you can hold out and what you can do to protect those secrets as long as possible. I’d resist as much as I could, for as long as I could, especially if it meant protecting Adisa.

Rae: I feel the same, but I’d hold out as long as I could. Torture breaks everyone eventually, but the key is to hold out long enough to find another way out, to protect those you care about for as long as possible.

Interviewer: Who could you trust most with a secret?

Rick: Adisa. Always. We’ve been through too much together. There’s a bond there that’s unbreakable, and I know she’d protect any secret with her life.

Rae: Lena. Without a doubt. Her loyalty and friendship is unwavering, and I know she’d keep my secrets safe, just as I have always kept hers.

Interviewer: You have been caught somewhere you shouldn’t be! Quick, what is your excuse?

Rick: (laughing) I was just making sure everything was secure. Can’t be too careful. I’d try to make it seem like I was there for a reason, to avoid suspicion and buy myself some time.

Rae: I’d just say I was lost. People usually believe a lost traveler. It’s a simple excuse, but sometimes the simplest explanations are the most believable.

Interviewer: How good is your sleep schedule?

Rick: Not great. Nightmares don’t help. The past has a way of haunting you when you close your eyes, and there are always things to worry about, plans to make, and people to protect.

Rae: Nonexistent. Always on edge. Sleep is a luxury when you’re constantly on guard, but you learn to take rest when you can, even if it’s just a few minutes here and there.

Interviewer: Do you have any siblings? If so, is your relationship good?

Rick: Adisa is like a sister to me. Our bond is strong, even if it’s not by blood. We look out for each other and support each other. She’s my family.

Rae: No blood siblings, but Rick and Adisa are my chosen family. We’ve built a bond that’s just as strong, if not stronger, than any blood ties.

Interviewer: What’s the toughest time you had to endure growing up?

Rick: The transition from childhood to warrior. The training was brutal. But it was necessary. It taught me discipline, strength, and the importance of protecting those who can’t protect themselves.

Rae: Same. Learning to fend for myself after losing everything. It was a trial by fire, but it made me who I am today. Stronger, tougher, and ready for anything.

Interviewer: What’s your relationship with your family like?

Rick: My parents are gone, but the memories are good. Adisa and I are like family now. We support each other through everything, and that bond is unbreakable.

Rae: My family is gone. But Rick and Adisa fill that void. They’re my family now, and I’d do anything to protect them.

Interviewer: Do you have any hobbies? If so, what ones?

Rick: Woodworking. It’s calming. There’s something therapeutic about creating something with your hands, something tangible and lasting.

Rae: Hunting and carving wood figures. It’s a way to clear my mind and focus on something other than the battles we face. Plus, it’s practical.

Interviewer: Do you dream often? What do you dream about?

Rick: Too often. Mostly about the past. The things I’ve lost, the people I couldn’t save. But also about a better future, one where we’re free from fear and tyranny.

Rae: Same here. The past and what the future holds. Dreams can be a way to process what’s happened, but they can also be a source of hope.

Interviewer: Have you ever been in love?

Rick: (pausing, glances over at Rae without turning his head to avoid eye contact) Yes, once. But things changed. We grew apart, and now we’re just good friends. Adisa will always hold a special place in my heart, but Kirjani and I both knew it wasn’t meant to be.

Rae: (glaring at Rick) Yes. It’s complicated. Love isn’t always straightforward, and sometimes it’s about finding a balance between your feelings and your responsibilities.

Kirjani: (appearing out of the dark corner of the room where the ceiling lights casts shadow) Aww, how sweet! I didn’t know you two were such romantics. Lena is gonna be so mad at you two for holding back on her for so long? Rae, you didn't answer the question. Who's the lucky one?

Rae: (blushing slightly) Ani? This completely mysterious person; you must know... it’s someone who challenges me, who sees past my defenses. Someone who’s strong but has a gentle heart. Ani1, I mean it that’s all you’re getting out of me.

Kirjani: (smiling with all 101 torture hijinks in mind) Well, well, looks like we have a mystery on our hands. Don't worry, Rae, your secret is safe with us. For now. Her archetype is a hybrid sorceresses, lunatic and trickster. Explicitly on no

Rick: (chuckling) You know she isn't gonna let this go now, Rae.

Rae: (rolling her eyes but smiling) I know, but some things are worth keeping close to the chest.

Kirjani: (grinning) Oh, come on, Rae. We all have our secrets. But you know I’m here for you, no matter what.

Interviewer: Well, that certainly adds some intrigue... doesn't it? Let’s continue. What is your least favorite thing in the world?

Rick: Injustice. Can’t stand it. Seeing people suffer because of those in power infuriates me. It’s why I fight.

Rae: Cruelty. Especially towards the innocent. There’s no excuse for it, and it’s something I will never tolerate.

Interviewer: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Rick: People who don’t listen. When you’ve seen what we’ve seen, you know how important it is to pay attention to the details.

Rae: Hypocrisy. People who say one thing and do another. It’s infuriating.

Interviewer: Would you consider yourself different?

Rick: Definitely. My experiences have shaped me in ways I never expected. I’ve had to adapt, to become stronger, to survive. It’s made me different, but it’s also made me who I am.

Rae: Same here. Different, but stronger. My past has forged me into a fighter, someone who won’t back down.

Interviewer: How far would you go to save a loved one?

Rick: As far as it takes. No limits. I’d sacrifice anything to protect those I care about, especially Adisa.

Rae: All the way. No hesitation. Family, whether by blood or bond, is everything.

Interviewer: Would you team up with your worst enemy if it was your only option?

Rick: If it meant saving lives, yes. Sometimes you have to make tough choices for the greater good.

Rae: I would. But I’d be watching my back. Trust is hard to come by, but sometimes you don’t have a choice.

Interviewer: What is the worst insult you can give?

Rick: Calling someone a coward. It strikes at their core.

Rae: Traitor. Nothing worse than betrayal.

Interviewer: What is the nicest thing someone could say to you?

Rick: That I made a difference. Knowing that my actions had a positive impact means everything.

Rae: That I’m trusted. Trust is earned, and it’s the highest compliment.

Interviewer: Are you a jealous person?

Rick: Not really. I’ve learned that jealousy is a waste of energy.

Rae: I can be, dude! I try my best not to let it show. It’s a human emotion, but it’s better to focus on what you can control.

Interviewer: Have you ever committed a crime?

Rick: Depends on your definition of crime. I’ve broken laws to protect others, but I stand by my actions.

Rae: Same. In some eyes, yes. But it’s about survival and justice.

Interviewer: Are you neat or messy?

Rick: Neat. Can’t stand chaos. Order helps me think clearly.

Rae: A bit of both. Depends on the situation. Sometimes you need order, other times you need flexibility.

Interviewer: How do you feel about crying? Let it out or hold it in?

Rick: Hold it in. But sometimes it’s necessary. It’s a release, a way to process emotions.

Rae: Let it out. It’s healing. Holding it in only makes it worse.

Interviewer: Who do you live for? Why?

Rick: For those I care about. They’re my reason. Adisa, especially. She’s my anchor.

Rae: My chosen family. Lena is like a baby sister to me. Rick, the older brother I never wanted. (she playfully elbows him hard in the stomach causing him to wince). And of course, the beautiful and sometimes... disturbing, Kirjani Channing. They give me purpose and strength.

Interviewer: Who has betrayed you most?

Rick: The nobility. They took everything. Their betrayal is what fuels my fight.

Rae: Same. They’re the root of all my pain. Their actions have shaped my path.

Interviewer: What style of accessories do you wear? Is it willingly?

Rick: Practical stuff. Weapons, tools. It’s all about function.

Rae: I would have to agree again, practicality over fashion.

Interviewer: Thank you both for your time. This has been enlightening.

Rick: Anytime.

Rae: Thank you, this was fun. Glad to share.

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[francesminos-tt]

cregan is married and fucks his son's nanny, jace 👀👀

I am not sure if this is what you ask for, but I tried😅

It was somewhat laughable for a graduate student to work as a babysitter, but Jacaerys found this job best accommodating to he needs. Jace was on his year of pursuing a doctor’s degree in Winterfell Institution of Technology, a renowned academic hub for science enthusiastic like him. Jacaerys came from an affluent family, but he decided to finish his education and carve a place in the world on his own, which meant no easy money from mother, no top-notch sports car from Papa Laenor, no private security from Daemon, and absolutely no private jet from grandpa Corlys. Jacaerys had a scholarship, and he worked as a part-time babysitter to help pay the rent.

“Okay, time for bed, little man.” Jacaerys helped the little boy into his dire wolf printed pajamas before tucking him in, making sure the boy was warm and comfortable.

“Can you tell me a bedtime story, Jace?” Rickon asked, his dark eyes tentative and pleading.

“Of course.” Jacaerys replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed carefully, “Which one do you prefer tonight?”

There were at least a dozen children’s book in Rickon’s room, ranging from fairy tales to folklores, all with beautiful illustrations.

“The werewolf and the dragon prince.” Rickon replied with anticipation, “That’s my favorite one!”

That was Jacaerys’s favorite, too.

“All right.” Jacaerys smiled, reaching over to pick up the illustrated book and opened it on his lap, “Ready?”

Rickon nodded expectantly. Jacaerys brushed some stray curls from the boy’s face and began to read the story of a dragon prince venturing into the dark woods and befriended a long lost clan of werewolves. Rickon was fast asleep before the dragon prince could made it to the wolf’s den.

Jacaerys gently closed the book and dimmed the light, leaving only a small light source in case the boy woke up at night. Jace would kiss the boy on the forehead if Rickon were one of his younger brothers, but he had to remind himself that Rickon was not his family. It would be inappropriate and felt like trespassing if he got too intimate with the boy.

Jacaerys closed Rickon’s bedroom door behind him with a soft click and headed for the kitchen. The house was dark, indicating that Rickon’s father had not come home yet. Cregan Stark was a busy man, and it was normal for him to work late into the night. You had to sacrifice something in order to run the biggest technology company in the realm, after all. For Cregan, he had to give up his family time, even his wife, who had filed for divorce and moved out, and that was why Cregan was in need of a nanny to look after his son when he was gone.

Jacaerys was the perfect candidate for the job. He was the eldest of five siblings, well-experienced with children, especially little boys. He lived near the Stark house, a short 15-minutes’ walk, so it was easier for him to come to the house on a short notice. Also, he was a post-graduate student, highly intelligent and extremely patient, so Cregan did not have to hire another home teacher for the boy. For Jace, the job fit him just fine. He got along with Rickon, and he could have a quiet night to study after the boy fell asleep, not having to listen to his neighbor’s ugly moan when they jerked off or the nasty curse when they lost a game.

Jace poured himself a cup of tea and opened his laptop. He really needed to finish reading the materials for the lecture next week. Jace was on his third cup of tea and second energy bar when the door was pushed open, entering a tall and muscular figure wrapped in a puff jacket, scarf and beanie. Cregan was a strong guy, so this outfit only made him more towering and muscular, more like a bear than a wolf. Jacaerys could never understand why Cregan insisted on parking his car three blocks away and ran the way home in such cold weather. Cregan said it was a good exercise for his lungs, but Jacaerys never fully believed him.

“Hello,” Cregan greeted Jace cheerfully, “I assume my son has fallen asleep already?”

“Yes.” Jacaerys replied, “It’s past midnight, Cregan. Every boy Rickon’s age should be fast asleep by now.”

“He always behaves so well around you.” Cregan shrugged the jacket off and threw it to the couch casually before entering the kitchen to wash his hands and get some tea, “He’s a total menace when you are not here. He wouldn't go to bed last Saturday and I had to promise him a vacation to Dorne in the summer and ten private museum tours.”

“Maybe he just likes me better.” Jacaerys joked. Contrary to most people’s belief, Jacaerys was not as serious as he looked. Granted his sense of humor could be considered dry in common standards, but Cregan found it charming. In fact, he found everything about Jace charming, from the young man’s intelligence, diligence, strong sense of responsibility, to his handsome features, relatively small but toned body (do not ask how Cregan knew it) and those pink lips that looked so soft and kissable.

“Perhaps.” Cregan said, pouring milk and sugar into his tea as if his life depended on it, “I like you very much, so maybe Rickon takes after me.”

Jacaerys’s smile disappeared, replaced by something unreadable.

“We talked about this, Cregan.” Jacaerys lowered his voice, as if he feared there were ears in the wall, “You are married. I am your son’s sitter. We cannot-”

“I am going through a divorce, Jace.” Cregan said, stopping at the high chair where Jacaerys sat, “And Rickon is sleeping, so technically, you are off duty now.”

Jacaerys could smell the aftershave from Cregan, fresh woody scent with a hint of musk, reminding him of a cozy cabin in the snow. Cregan always made him feel cozy, like sitting beside a burning hearth. Chatting with the Stark had become Jace’s favorite pastime, and he had grown very fond of the man, but it didn't mean he could cross the line. Call him a conservative, but it just didn't feel right to develop a relationship with your employer, no matter how much Jace wanted it.

“Relax.” Cregan said, stopping right behind Jace, “I haven’t done anything inappropriate yet.”

“You shouldn’t.” Jacaerys replied, but somehow, he didn't struggle when a pair of strong arms snaked around his waist.

Cregan chuckled, resting his chin on Jace’s shoulder, his little stubble stinging the sensitive skin on Jace’s neck. Cregan felt cold, but warm at the same time. The feeling was too complicated to describe. Jace had never felt anything like this before, the slight tingling creeping up his spine, the clench of his stomach, and the lump in his throat.

“It’s up to me to decide, isn't it?” Cregan whispered in Jace’s ear, brushing his lips against Jace’s cute earlobe.

“Cregan-”

Jace never had the chance to finish his sentence, for Cregan had sealed their lips together into a passionate kiss. It was not the first time they kissed, but it was the first time Cregan’s tongue sneaked into Jace’s mouth. Cregan tasted just like how Jace had imagined it, fresh like the fresh air of a crisp winter morning and warm like a cup of hot liquor. Jacaerys should push the man away. He really should, but his mind was too clouded by the caffeine and intense reading that he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He just placed his hand on Cregan’s strong chest, but didn’t push.

“You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this,” Cregan whispered as they parted to catch their breath, “and what kind of nasty thoughts are on my mind whenever I see you.”

“Pervert.” Jace murmured, his cheeks burning, “I am your son’s sitter!”

“You like me doing perverted things, don’t you?” Cregan’s large hand slipped into Jace’s sweater, roaming on the young man’s smooth skin and stopping at his nipple, “Or you won’t be like this.”

Cregan teased Jace’s stiff nipple with his fingers, pressing, pinching, and embedding his nails into the flesh. Jace jolted in surprise, breathy moans escaping his lips.

“Cregan, we really shouldn’t.” Jace tried again, but his words were powerless.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.” Cregan lifted his head from Jace’s neck, and looked straight into the young man’s soft brown eyes, “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

How could Jacaerys tell him to stop? Cregan felt so warm, their bodies pressing tightly together, so perfectly matched like two matching puzzle pieces. Jacaerys liked Cregan. No, hell, he fancied Cregan, from the moment he came to the house to interview for the nanny’s job. Jacaerys tried to keep his affection hidden, for he felt embarrassed and guilty that he had developed feelings for his married employer who happened to be a guy.

Jacaerys was the first to break eye contact. He couldn’t look at Cregan’s eyes anymore, so honest and open, as if making out in the kitchen when his son was fast asleep in the room was absolutely normal. Jace didn’t struggle when Cregan’s hand slipped into his sweatpants.

“You are hard.” Cregan observed, wrapping the bulge between Jacaerys’s legs in his large palm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You are, too.” Jacaerys said, more like a retort. He reached down to Cregan’s pants and mirrored the large man’s gesture, amazed at how large Cregan was. Jacaerys was not some pillow princess. Once he had made up his mind, he would do everything within his power to enjoy the moment. And now, he had made up his mind to fuck Cregan tonight.

Fuck moral standards. Fuck appropriateness.

“For you.” Cregan wrapped his free arm around Jace’s tiny waist and lifted the young man up onto the counter, and settled between Jace’s legs.

Jace instinctively wrapped his legs around Cregan, pressing their groins together, their hard cocks making first contact through Jace’s sweatpants and Cregan’s jeans. Even through layers of fabric, Jace could feel Cregan’s pulsing cock so much that he couldn’t help but swallow, anticipation slowly building inside him.

They kissed again, eagerly taking off each other’s clothes. Soon Jacaerys was sitting on the counter completely naked, his butt against the cool surface, his laptop and coursework completely forgotten. Cregan had taken off his shirt and his jeans were half way down his legs, exposing his massive cock and the thick bush in his groin. Cregan’s body hair was just as dark as his hair, a little rough to the touch like his stubbles, which Jacaerys just adorned.

“Fuck, you are more beautiful than I imagined.” Cregan marveled, pumping Jace’s cock with one hand and groping the young man’s tight ass with the other.

“You are more romantic than I expected.” Jace joked, sweat dripping down his curls onto Cregan’s lips, which Cregan licked clean immediately.

“I want to fuck you.” Cregan said, always so open and honest that Jace found it cute.

“Okay.” Jace nodded, opening his legs a little more.

“Okay?” Cregan asked, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“What? Are you backing down now, Mr. Stark?” Jace chuckled, deliberately calling Cregan by the man’s family name, as if they were nothing more than employer and employee.

“No. OF course not.” Cregan flipped Jace over and covered the young man with his large form, “You cannot get rid of me now, Jace.”

Jacaerys had no such intention, but Cregan would have to wait to hear him confess.

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Trans!Dream combined with Oral Sex Pro Hob.

Dream has been in plenty of relationships since he was a teen, though none of them have worked out well and there's only one relationship that ended even remotely well (Calliope) and he doesn't particularly like receiving oral. Not because there is anything wrong with it, but just because he's never had a partner that could satisfy him in that way. He's very sensitive and responsive - almost like a virgins, as Hob tells him later - but even those who are good at it never last as long as he truly needs in order to be satisfied by it.

Hob, on the other hand, has been perfecting his oral sex game since he was 15 and the sitter for his sister taught him how. What's more? He loves it almost more than penetration.

When they met at a Kink Club - Dream having been dragged by his younger sibling, Desire - they happened to hit it off, and now they have frequent sex (which may or may not involve actual feelings 👀)

Hob wants nothing more than for Dream to treat his mouth like a fucking throne and suffocate him. Hob can take it, really. Either hole, he literally does not care - just let him. Get. His. Mouth. On. Dream.

Dream wants it too, but he's nervous that Hob won't be able to keep up with him. He's lost partners over how insatiable he is; it takes most of his control to not spend 90% of his time seducing Hob.

Dream discovers how laughably wrong he was to underestimate Hob the very first time Hob eats him out.

- 🐺

Ahhhhh yes. Dream doesn't need to worry. Hob lays him out, gets him all comfy and propped up in a mound of pillows. He insists that Dream should have snacks and water close at hand.

And then he gets in between Dream’s legs, and it's not an exaggeration to say that he's there for hours.

Like, Dream doesn't want to look at the clock or ask the time because that would be so impolite, but he'd genuinely love to know how much time had passed?! He's had at least five orgasms and Hob still hasn't moved. He's just adjusted positions, moved Dream around a little bit, and occasionally paused to make sure that Dream is doing ok.

Hob’s obsessively working over Dream’s pussy like it's his life's mission. Sometimes he focuses on Dream’s clit almost aggressively, sucking, biting, pulling with his fingers. It's like he's determined to make Dream cum with as many different kinds of touches as he can. And when he's not playing with his clit, he's busy fucking Dream’s pussy with his tongue, slurping up mouthfuls of his cum, letting Dream grind against the bridge of his nose. He just doesn't seem to run out of ideas about what he can do to Dream’s cunt next.

When he finally, finally crawls up and out from between his thighs, Hob is absolutely soaked. His hair is wet with slick and sweat, and it's dripping off the cute cleft of his chin. The skin around his mouth is a little bit wrinkled like he's been in the bath for too long.

He rests his head on Dream’s stomach and smiles up at him, while Dream can only squirm and try to catch his breath.

He might have changed his mind about oral sex. And Hob’s stamina. Holy shit.

[idyllic-affections]

hi hello hey i am making a request!

i don’t think i’ve requested anything in a while but here i am!! can i ask for asta with a younger sibling!reader, maybe some found family with arlan sprinkled in? 👀

as always i love your work aph!!!

- ⭐️

the love of a sister.

summary. what would asta be like as an older sister?

trigger & content warnings. implied injury.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, found family. asta & younger sibling!reader, arlan & reader. 0.5k words. they/them pronouns used for reader.

author's thoughts. YEAHHHHH my first hsr request comes from one of my lovely emoji anons 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 my hsr fic writer arc has begun.... i love asta and arlan they are so found family

oh, i just know asta is an overprotective, overbearing older sister. she means well, don't get me wrong! but she can most definitely be a bit... much. her love is boundless and she always wants her sibling to know just how much they mean to her. therefore, she can come across as very strong and passionate.

i think asta's younger sibling would take after her interest in the stars! as a child, asta's little sibling would follow her around like a little lost duckling and listen to her teach them about the universe with the widest, most curious little eyes.

had her family ever been critical of them, as they were to her, she would have been absolutely livid. her sibling is brilliant (just like their big sister 🫶)! talking down to them will not be tolerated. not as long as she's around. she argued in her own defense, so you had better believe she would argue in her sibling's defense, too.

with these things in mind, it's obvious that she would bring them to herta space station with her. she couldn't bear to be parted from them, anyway, so she would have been so happy that their interests are similar to hers.

just as arlan followed her, so did they.

if asta knows that she isn't going to have the time to watch them and hang out with them, she'll task arlan with watching them, even when her little sibling huffs and complains and insists that they don't need a "babysitter."

(a nasty encounter with the antimatter legion would prove that they do, in fact, need a babysitter. they'd try to convince arlan not to tell their sister about the danger they faced, but he does anyway. he thinks she has a right to know. he's apologetic about it though LMAO and asta? oh, asta's protectiveness increases tenfold after that incident.)

asta is generally quite busy, so arlan usually keeps them company. he eventually became become something of a permanent babysitter.

asta likely feels a bit bad that she doesn't often have freetime to spend with her sibling, so to make up for it, she's always buying them gifts!

it could be something they mentioned halfheartedly in conversation once, a fleeting comment about a cool device or an interesting book they heard about, and asta would get it for them, leaving it on their bedside table for them to find.

she would remember the little details like that. everything she does for them is very kind and thoughtful; it's easy to tell how much consideration goes into her gifts.

arlan would be something of a brother figure to them, i think. after spending so long with him, having known him since before their time at herta space station, it would be inevitable.

his smiles are generally a rare sight...

...but not for asta's little sibling.

he smiles a lot for them <3 around them, he is safe and comfortable and can let down his guard. of course, he's still alert. he needs to keep them protected, per asta's request... and also because the poor thing would never forgive himself if he let something happen to them. he loves them just about as much as asta does.

if they asked often enough, he would eventually cave in and teach them how to protect themselves, as long as asta approved.

^ i believe she would, albeit reluctantly. she trusts arlan! she knows he won't hurt them on purpose, that isn't what she's worried about or bothered by. it's just that it somehow makes her a little emotional to see her little sibling so grown up...

overall, asta is a very good big sister!

she has her faults, but really, doesn't everyone?

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