#maybe after some time in hell she'll look back on her life and realize how she needs to change

[mellon1998]

On the subject of Kipperlilly Copperkettle...

It's okay if you like her, it's okay if you want her to be redeemed. It's okay to wish she had been revived and redeemed and grown as a character. Some of you may relate to her, may know people who were once like her, and it can be daunting to see yourself in a character and see them not get the chance to grow. After all, you got that chance, people you know like her got that chance. We all look back on parts of ourselves we've moved past (maybe even are still working on) and are glad to be past them. We're glad people loved us through those parts of ourselves.

I need you all to understand something though: You chose to change. People like Kipperlilly cannot grow or change until they choose to. Kipperlilly doesn't want to change, she does not recognize the flaws in herself. She may be aware of her anger issues, but she doesn't see her want for power as wrong. She doesn't see her desire for recognition she didn't earn as wrong. She doesn't see the issues of romanticizing trauma and hating people you don't even know and who have done nothing to you. She doesn't see a need to change her ways. Unless and until she does she will not change, no matter what anyone else may do or say.

More than anything, we see this in the fact that she chose Porter. We don't know the series of events that took place, but Brennan made it very clear that she chose him of her own freewill. She chose his side, she chose to force her decision on her party, she chose to kill Lucy and Buddy, she chose to end the world to gain power. She chose to end the world to get revenge on people who, at that point, had never even spoken to her. Up until the final fight, the worst thing they ever did to Kipperlilly was trade quips and call her four dogs.

The truly sad part? She probably never will. I've known many people like Kipperlilly who still, after years and years, refuse to recognize their own flaws. Refuse to seek help. They are given chance after chance, people choosing every single day to love them through their flaws, and they refuse to change.

Kipperlilly is addicted to power, we see this in so many ways. We see this in how she so very clearly tried her utmost to be the leader of the High 5 Heroes seemingly unprompted, as evidenced by 3 (maybe 4) of the other 5 not liking her. People don't tend to be chill about someone forcing their way into the position of leader. Especially in small groups. We see this in how she saw grinding would, at least in the early days, be more efficient for leveling than adventuring. She wanted the power, not the skills and experience. We see this in her bid for class president. She questioned if Kristen actually had any interest in improving the school, if Kristen cared. Did you care about the students or making the school better, Kipperlilly? We saw no evidence of that. The only things she wanted to do was make things better and easier specifically for herself.

It sucks. She is a kid, she isn't pure evil. Even in the world of dnd with devils and demons, nobody is pure evil. She could be more, she could grow as a person. She could use her eye for efficiency but learn to also take the necessity of practical application into account to help her party improve. She could use her abilities to hide and blend in to potentially do really good work to make the world better. She could have been more, but she didn't want to. It's unfortunate, but it's true. She didn't want to change.

Yes, she did go to therapy with Jawbone, but we don't know why. We know it was for anger issues, but we don't know that it was her choice to go. Her parents or the school could have forced her to. Even then, based on the notes, it doesn't sound like she was really interested in using therapy to help her grow as a person. She just used it to vent, which can be a part of therapy but it's not everything.

At the end of the day, she made her choices. None of which were to grow as a person.

[hana-no-seiiki]

This is generally such a stupid ask but I feel like it would be.. Chaotic? At the very least amusing

Anyways

Batfam x Nicole from Class of 09! Reader

Do what you want (etc make it romantic or platonic, doesn't matter)

Just the batfam (yandere ofc) dealing with a chick who loves to ruin lives for her amusement and sometimes for revenge

Istg she'll just bully them at any chance she gets

~ 🕒

I just binged watched Class of ‘09 and all its endings/choices for you non. I don’t think I can fully depict how brash wittiness of Nicole is but here I go! (I am so traumatized) Didn’t know that’s where “No I’m flirting with you flash me a tiddy bitch” came from no wonder Nicole sounded so familiar.

btw if people are interested in watching class of ‘09 just be warned it’s basically a VN version of Degrees of Lewdity but the mc is actually a minor (without the sex/r*pe mechanic though) and it depicts a lot of just… pedophilia, necrophilia, assault, su*c*de, school shootings, racism??, BE WARNED.

The following content above ^ might be mentioned in this fic but in passing. MASSIVE DDDNE WARNING.

I don’t think I’m comfortable writing stepcest/incest in this blog so despite how perfect it’ll be to make Bruce your step father considering Nicole’s mom has divorced like a hundred times…maybe ask me in @yoru-no-seiiki and I’ll be down for it.

THIS IS ADMITTEDLY TIM + DAMIAN CENTRIC

“Do you even care? Do the results of your actions mean anything to you?”

“Yeah when they affect me, sure.”

You were a bitch. There was no denying that. But you were a pretty one. One many would grovel to be under.

You were used to this, ever since you reached a certain age people just looked at you different, acted in a way that… made you think they were boring, utter losers.

One of those losers was Tim’s friend.

Like all the stupid, horny men in your life, you hung out with him once and he spilled everything there was that you could share.

To the entire campus, the internet, even the news.

And because you were pretty, you got off scot-free. Those morons didn’t even check to see what you’ve been doing the past decade.

Except Tim. Timothy Drake. You only knew that his dad was super rich, and as much as it was tempting to sink your teeth into him and get a load of that daddy’s money, you knew better.

He apparently didn’t.

You see there was one thing every batfam member couldn’t resist. Well, two things. The first was saving people.

The second? Fixing them.

When Tim first approached you he was confused.

You were quite the popular figure in Uni. He heard the rumors. He fully expected to be cussed out to hell and back.

But you were… nice. Agreeable at most really. Brash was an understatement. But you were witty. Your comebacks were swift and deadly.

The more he studied stalked you the more he realized that the two of you were the same.

Two bright people stuck with dull idiots.

And Tim? Tim interested you enough for you to not to completely drop him after the first week. That and most of your bullying probably wouldn’t bode well towards the son of a billionaire.

He was smart, even more so than that nerd friend of his that you destroyed the life of. But more importantly he actually had some tact, and was surprisingly packed underneath all those baggy clothes.

Tim had to admit he was kind of forgetting his entire purpose of ‘fixing’ you.

Until you manipulated yet another guy into jumping off a school building for you. Thankfully he survived because Red Robin happened to be there to apprehend him but still!

And what’s worse, you met up with him afterwards talking about how that Red Robin ruined all your plans of crippling a r*pist.

Wait, a r*pist?

Tim looks through your past victims once more. Admitted he only did a surface level job of studying them in comparison to his PhD level knowledge on everything about you specifically.

And…you were right. Every guy you’ve harassed was being pushy with you in the first place, if not people with authority a decade older.

Fuck.

Well now he had no excuse. He had to make you his.

Meanwhile…

“Ugh, Damian. Can’t you tell your brother to like, fuck off or something? I can feel my social standing totally plummet every second he’s around. How do you handle being related to him?” You groaned. You weren’t fucking stupid. You knew Tim was stalking and drooling all over you lately. You hated it. He was ruining your chances with your new victims.

“Jeez [Y/N]. And here I thought you were like, into him.” Jessica, your actual crush and best friend, commented as she filed her nails.

You being the emotional stunted adult you were only replied with an (admittedly softer) “Eat a sandpaper cock and die bitch.”

Damian stared at you, the words die before they crawl out of his mouth. His hands clenched underneath the lunch tables.

Guess he had another thing to steal from his brother this time.

[melminli]

Devil's Advocate II

pairing: hazbin hotel x fem. reader

summery - after you died, you didn't really find it surprising to end up in hell. though, what you did find quiet amusing was that your life down here sucked just a bit less than the one before.

word count: 1.5k

contains: cursing, strong language, sinner reader, violence, religious themes (obviously), sexual themes, demon horniness

part I

"So...ya and that pretty lady over there seemed to be pretty tight, if ya know what I mean." Angel Dust asked curiously, ready to hear some tea. He grinned as he tilted his head to the side flirtatiously. "She some ex of yours, or somethin' like that?"

Husker just looked at him with his usual grim look while he was cleaning a few glasses. Then his gaze briefly wandered away to your figure, who was forced to deal with the Radio Demon and the Princess of Hell. Yeah, you haven't really been successful in getting out of this hotel yet.

"None of your business." He said with his monotone voice and let Angel hang his head in disappointment. "...I'm far too sober for this shit."

A groan could be heard. "Oh, come on, ya grumpy cat! Don't leave me high and dry, I know there's some good story to be heard!"

Before Husker could leave him hanging one more time, a red demon manifested next to them, much to their surprise. "I would also like to hear this good story, if you wouldn't mind sharing it with us, my good friend!" Alastor expressed his interest and looked menacingly at the barkeeper for a few seconds to make it clear that he did not have the privilege of turning his request down.

Fuck you, Larry. This is all your fault. "...we go back a long way." He reluctantly shared the information. "She was obsessed with money back then too, so I saw her in the same casino as me sometimes. Though, she died a long time before me, so I've only really known her since I went to hell." He summarized as briefly as possible.

Angel Dust raised an eyebrow. "That's it?" He asked, a little disappointed, even though he hadn't expected the man in front of him to be a good storyteller. "How did she die?"

Cat eyes looked a little nervously at the two people in front of him, while he didn't make a sound. How unfortunate, Alastor thought to himself, and his sharp teeth showed as he understood the situation. "Looks like Husker isn't allowed to tell us this information. That's very interesting! Very interested indeed..." He laughed, and his creepy gaze shifted briefly to your figure. "Seems like we need to find out directly from the source."

The once Overlord looked over at Angel Dust with slight concern and saw how the spiders' eyes were also glancing towards your form. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, but demons as reckless as him fell into your trap like flies to a web. Besides, it wasn't like he was on your best side right now. "I'd be careful." He said to the crowd even though he didn't give a rat's ass about Alastor. "She's not known for making packs with demons left and right for nothing, and I can assure you there's not the slightest chance of escaping from her contracts once you're in it." He said and added. "That's the price for holding up her end of the deal without any sneaky tricks, I suppose."

Well, that sounded unusual. After all, it was normal that one Demon after another stabbed the other in the back, there was no such thing as trusting the other person's word. But maybe that was why you were so popular. "Calm down, I'm not gonna sell my soul to her." Angel laughed. I couldn't even if I wanted to.

Husker placed another clean glass on the counter. "It doesn't have to be your soul. She'll find something she wants from you, and she's good with her mouth, so you'll give it to her. They all do in the end." He said and reached for a bottle of whiskey, ignoring the two incredulous looks he received. He took a sip and was initially confused as to what was going on with the two until he realized what he had said and choked on his drink. "Words! I meant to say words, damn it." He corrected himself.

Alastor didn't blink for a few seconds, and Angel, on the other side, just laughed amusedly. Maybe he wasn't so wrong with his first guess, after all. "Of course ya were."

"Well, thank you for your kind hospitality, but I'm afraid that I'll be taking my leave now." You spoke to the two girls. As much as Charlie regretted it, she couldn't convince you to spend a few nights at the Hazbin Hotel. Apart from the fact that she would have had a new guest, it might have enhanced the hotel's reputation if someone as renowned as you had visited. Though, unfortunately that didn't work out.

I've messed up again. Charlie tried not to look too depressed, even though she really was an open book. "Oh, all right. Thanks for listening to me."

You smiled while rubbing her shoulder. "Of course, darling." You replied, but that didn't really seem to cheer her up. You couldn't help but be a little gentler with her, she had a good heart for a hell born. "Let's make a deal." You suggested to her as an idea popped into your head.

Right after the sentence came out of your mouth, Vaggie narrowed her eyes and stepped protectively in front of her girlfriend. "Charlie doesn't make deals with demons like you." She said protectively, and you leaned closer to her at what she said. Your pupils narrowed to slits and two more eyes opened menacingly on your face. "What do you mean with demons like me, little lady, hm?" You asked her as the light in the room began to flicker, and you saw her continue to stand her ground, even though you could smell the slight fear emanating from her.

You pulled back again and returned to your normal self. "I'm just kidding, I know I'm a greedy bitch." You laughed out and saw how Vaggies eye twitch in irritation while Charlie laughed along a little uncomfortably. "Well, even though I wouldn't mind making an official deal with the little princess, I was thinking more of a friendly kind of deal." You suggested. "I'll put in a good word if the subject of your hotel comes up with anyone I know, and in return, I'd just like to ask you for a teeny tiny favor."

That didn't sound so bad. It would be good for their image if someone like you would spread a few good things about the hotel. Before Charlie could agree, Vaggie straddled back in. "And what does this favor involve?"

You conjured up a collar with a bell and an old Poloroid camera with a snap of your fingers. "Make Husk wear this and take lots of photos of it. Preferably of the process too, 'cause I'm working on some thank you cards for my company." You say and put the two things in her hands. You then remembered something. "Oh! And give this to him too." You added and handed Charlie a piece of paper. "That bastard owes me sixty thousand dollars 'cause of that Berry guy, or whatever his name was."

You were about to turn around and walk to the door when you met two red eyes right in front of you. "Leaving us so soon, what a shame." Said the Radio Demon with a smile as you took a step back so that you were no longer face to face. "Your presence turned out to be quite entertaining, I too had secretly hoped that you would give our great hotel a chance." He announced, pointing his funny stick at you.

You pushed it aside with your finger. "Well, thank you, Blossom, but I'm afraid my presence is in demand at other places." You pronounced not very regretfully.

He raised an eyebrow and would find your nicknames more amusing if he'd understood the reference. "And where would that be?"

You looked neutral. "I actually have a massage appointment at six. See you then." You said goodbye and went away with a poof after you clapped with your hands.

A few seconds of silence passed after you disappeared, and Vaggie looked at the objects in her hands again, a little questioningly. "So, what's the best way to go about this?" She asked Charlie, who was already looking thoughtfully at the bar. "Let's ask him first. Maybe he's in a good mood."

Vaggie looked at the man in question and saw him drinking a large bottle of alcohol before throwing it in the back to get his hands on another one. "Sweetie, do you know Husk?"

[ashwhowrites]

Older! Rockstar! Eddie Munson x Rockstar! Reader, what if they have to do like a tour together, and they realize that they hate each other, like hate to share the stage, hate to spend time together, until the two of them end up hooking up after some drinks at some bar, then, they find each other being like all nervous with each other, because of what happened and bc they're catching feelings, but they hate each other, right? (You can write a tiny bit of angst for the "hate" part, smut and fluff!)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun with this 🫶🏻 thank you for requesting

We got angst, we got smut and we got fluff

Rockstar love

Y/N was excited as hell when her manager, Samantha, told her she had a summer tour lined up. Y/N was a small independent artist and she couldn't headline a tour on her own, she was grateful for the opportunity to be an opener for one of the biggest artists in the industry, Eddie Munson.

She loved his music and she loved his style. Their writing dynamic was very similar and their music blended well. Even Eddie's manager couldn't pick a better person to open for him.

So Y/N was all packed up and ready for the summer of her life, on tour with someone that she admired. She couldn't possibly think of one bad thing to change her mind.

Well, that was until she met Eddie.

~

"Hi! I'm Y/N, I'm so ex-" Her introduction was cut off when Eddie's painted nails waved in her face.

"I know, baby. You are so excited to finally meet me, and you're my biggest fan. But I'm in a rush, so why don't you just give me your number and I'll call you tonight?" His smirk was so confident and smug. She couldn't believe he was this conceited.

She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Is that how you talk to women?"

Eddie blinked at her aggressive tone but shook it off. "Women? Nah, that's how I talk to my girl of the night. So interested or not? Like I said I'm in a rush for a meeting." He checked his watch, knowing he was meant to meet whoever his opener was going to be for his tour.

"Not. Nice to meet you, asshole." She gagged and walked off.

This summer started a whole lot worse than she thought.

~

"Eddie! Glad you made it!" Samantha said with a big smile, no idea Y/N already had a run-in with the man of the hour.

"I'd like you to meet Y/N, she'll be your opener for the tour!" Eddie's eyes switched over to the girl that sat at the table. He choked a little on his spit when he realized it was the girl from outside the building.

"Oh shit, you're my opener?" Eddie asked. He did not make a good first impression.

"I know, baby. You are so excited to finally meet me, but I'm in a rush so can we sign the contract and get a move on?" Y/N said, his words leaving her tongue in a sassy way that Eddie couldn't help but like and hate.

Eddie sent a glare her way but signed the papers.

After the meeting, Y/N was quick to leave. Eddie ran out after her, an apology on his tongue.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry for how I talked to you. Can I make it up to you? Maybe dinner?" Eddie asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

Y/N debated for a while but figured making amends might be better for the summer ahead.

"Dinner is good."

~

Y/N applied the final touch of her lipstick before she walked out of the small hotel room. Eddie's room across from her. She knocked on the door, waited, and waited.

She huffed when she checked the time and realized she'd been outside his door for five minutes. She gave up and went back into her room, figuring she'd just wait there until he came to her.

But he never did. After two hours, she heard his voice slurring in the hallway as he tried to open his door. She looked out the peephole and saw his arm wrapped around another girl.

She gave up on him immediately.

~~~

Half the summer was sour, they hated to be in the same room with each other. She knew she had a right to be pissed, but Eddie didn't. He hated her because she hated him. He never bothered to apologize or admit he was a selfish asshole. And that's all she wanted.

"Can you stop moving off your X? It's there for a reason!" Y/N snapped, she groaned as they had to stop rehearsal, yet again.

"I'm a rockstar! I'm meant to move around!" Eddie argued. He wasn't used to sharing the stage and he hated it.

"I'm one too! And in case you haven't noticed, I'm doing perfectly fine on my X!"

"You want a fucking gold star for being boring? Difference between an opener and the main show" Eddie snapped, Y/N didn't fight back. She just growled and began the song again.

~

"Y/N, THAT WAS SO GOOD!" Samantha cheered as Y/N walked off the stage. The first night of your was in the books and Y/N loved the way she felt on the stage. The crowd seemed to like her and she felt like she got them pumped for Eddie's set.

Even though she hated him, she looked his way for approval. After all, she was his opener and cared what he thought about his tour.

"Why the hell are you looking at me?" He asked, his guitar strapped to his body as he waited for his cue.

"I don't know. Just maybe thought you'd like to share your thoughts?" She said, a little shy that she had to admit she wanted to know.

Eddie was taken aback by the nervousness in her eyes, for once she looked vulnerable and not ready to shoot fire. But he couldn't give in, the hatred between them was too powerful and he refused to give in first when she chose to be a bitch towards him.

"I've seen better, you're nothing special." He shrugged and jumped on the stage as his cue was hit. The screams of the arena sounded muted as his words rang in her ears.

She marched off into her dressing room. She didn't bother to watch his set. Unlike him, she can admit when someone has talent and he doesn't deserve her compliments. Instead, she focused on the anger she felt and put it into a song. If he wanted special, she'd show him special.

~

Within a week, she finished the song and began performing it. It was full of anger and the crowd loved it. The music was loud and it shook the whole place.

Eddie knew the song was about him. She stood there, banging on her guitar as she swore about the big-headed men in her life. He was pissed, it was his tour and here she was bad-mouthing him to his fans. The fans didn't know it was about him, they just related it to a man in their life. But still, he didn't take the disrespect lightly.

And she didn't care. Ever since that first show on tour, she never asked for his thoughts again. She'd get off stage, place down her guitar, and walk straight to the dressing room.

It bothered Eddie that she never sat to watch his set, but he refused to let her know that he cared.

~~~

About a month and a half into the tour, they barely spoke. And if they did, it was to tear each other apart.

But when Y/N's new song was officially released and hit the radio, the crew wanted to go out to celebrate. And to her shock, Eddie showed up.

"I'd like to make a toast!" Y/N slurred, already a few shots in and the alcohol was taking over her body. The table raised a glass, and Eddie rolled his eyes. He might have been a little irritated by all the success she earned from a song that was about him.

"...and thanks to Eddie, the man who inspired the song. Thanks for being an asshole and treating me like shit. Cheers!"

Eddie bit his tongue as he took the shot in front of him, he didn't want to make a scene in a public place. He knew better than that. There would be cameras everywhere.

As the night went on, the more drunk she and Eddie became. The crew called it a night and left. Bad move to leave them alone.

"You know that I can't fucking stand you sometimes." Eddie hissed, trying to ignore the way her lips were wet and glossy from all the drinks she had.

"Yeah, I got the message." She laughed sarcastically. She hated how he got hot and had to throw his hair in a bun. With stupid curls hanging down to frame his perfect face.

"Why did you write the song? Just knew making money off me would be a career move?" He argued, the venom on his tongue was strong and she knew a fight was brewing.

"Oh fuck off. I'm going to the bathroom." She said as she rolled her eyes and walked off.

But Eddie was too mad to let it go. He followed her into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

"Are you crazy!? This is a bathroom!"

"Answer my fucking question!"

"Yes, Eddie. It was a career move! You were a complete dick the second I met you and looked down on me all because I was an opener! I was grateful for the opportunity and now I realize, you are a selfish prick who only cares to get his dick wet." Her words were knives and perfectly sliced into Eddie's skin. Her eyes are dark as she gets in his face. Every word against his lips as he puffed and huffed.

The fire in his body with all the anger he felt. She stood tall and confident. Right in his face with no care in the world. Her lip snarled and her eyebrows scrunched.

"Jealous or something baby?" He smirked, he noticed the flicker of lust in her eyes before she remained unbothered.

"Of what?" She sneered

"The girl I took to my hotel room instead of you." His smirk was a target and she wanted to smack it off his face. He knew she was waiting and watching. And he had the nerve to never once apologize.

"Not. I like to end my nights with an orgasm." She said with a bitter smile, her hand reached behind him to grab the door but the growl that left his lips made her stop.

She looked up into his eyes and knew she struck a nerve. And she couldn't help but feel how wet her underwear became.

Before she could say another word, insult, or make a noise, his hot mouth was on hers. His hands dived into her hair as he took over her body. His tongue was in her mouth before she could blink. And she hated how easily she moaned.

Her body was against the sink as his hands scrammed to take off her jeans. He pulled away to unbuckle his belt and yank down his jeans, she took a second to catch her breath and remove her shirt. Her head against the mirror as his mouth attached to her chest, his teeth biting down on the flesh as she whined out.

She wasn't thinking, and she knew that. But his mouth felt so good and her cunt ached.

"Is that what this has always been about? Jealous I wasn't fucking your cute cunt?" Eddie teased, and he pulled away his mouth, which allowed her to understand his words.

"No, it's not. You were a dick the second I met you, and discredit me because I'm younger and newer to the industry. Don't flatter yourself." She scoffed. He was so big-headed and she couldn't believe he still didn't understand where he went wrong. "plus I wouldn't care about the girl if I wasn't waiting for you for dinner." She barked out. The hatred and anger filled her body again. Almost like it reminded her why she shouldn't be doing this. She pushed him back and reached for her shirt.

"Oh come on! Don't take it so personally. I forgot we had plans, okay?" He tried to defend but she was already throwing on her shirt.

"Forgot? Or decided that getting a quick fuck meant more?" Maybe in a way, she was hurt by the fact he completely shoved her off for someone else. She liked Eddie, and she always found him attractive and it sucked to meet him and see he was nothing like she thought.

"DO YOU WANT ME TO ADMIT THAT? Would that even make it better?" He laughed out, he couldn't believe it was even a big deal. "if I sat here and told you straight to your face that I wanted some wet pussy wrapped around me instead of sitting at a dinner with you, that make it BETTER? Huh?"

She shouldn't care, she really shouldn't. They weren't even friends and she had no reason to feel the burning jealousy in her stomach that someone got to spend the night with him when it was supposed to be her. She hated that no matter how much he made her hate him, she still felt something pulling her towards him.

She didn't have words, and she wasn't sure how to respond.

All she wanted was an apology

"Because that pussy was the best I've ever had and I don't regret it." He seethed out, and that struck a nerve in her. Apart from the jealousy and stupid high school games, he felt she wasn't worth apologizing to. She realized she'd never get that apology.

This time, she did go to smack the smirk off his face. Her right hand was high in the air as she aimed for his cheek, but his hand caught her. A deadly look in his eyes. They were breathing hard into each other's faces. She felt her cunt pulse, and he felt his cock pulse in his boxers, his jeans still on the floor.

She whimpered as he took control, again. He kept his grip on her arm, turning her around and pressing his cock against her ass. He held her arm behind her back, she was trapped between him and the sink.

No words were said, both relieving their aches as his free hand ripped off her underwear. The sound made her clench, then his fingers were inside of her. She moaned as he didn't care to be soft or gentle. Three fingers deep inside her cunt as his cock pressed against her ass. She moaned out and her head was thrown back into his shoulder.

His hand let her arm free, and she moved it to grip the sink, his fingers pumping inside of her. He was skilled, experienced, and knew exactly how to hit the right spots. Her head was fuzzy as she got lost in the feeling. With his free hand, he grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him. Her eyes closed in bliss as his lips touched hers.

His fingers moved faster inside of her as his lips tasted her. He felt the moan in the back of his throat as she clenched around him. His stomach flipped when her warm tongue worked inside of his mouth. He growled as her tongue dominated his.

The aching in his boxers became too much, he removed his fingers, smirking as she whined at the lost touch. But he was quick to fill her again, but this time with his pulsing cock. She moaned as she fucked into her. Nothing about it was romantic. It was heavy breaths, growls, moans, and the sound of their skin smacking. Her nails dug into the sink as he destroyed her. His mouth was on hers again as he moved his hips against her, loving the way she clenched around him. Her knees were weak when his fingers began to rub her clit.

She couldn't focus on anything except that burning feeling in her stomach and the build-up of her orgasm.

"Eddie." She squeaked, her hands moved up her body and reached behind her, feeling him underneath her fingertips.

"Shh, I know, baby. Let it go. I got you. Cum for me, gorgeous. Be right here." He said softly, she didn't think she'd ever heard him sound so sweet. She nodded as she gasped, letting herself go. She shook on his cock as she came. The relief she felt from every aching part of her body vanished.

She hissed as he slipped out of her, but she was fast to wrap her hand around him. Jerking him off as she looked in the mirror ahead. His forehead was against her shoulder as he breathed hard. His hands gripped her hips and he moved his hips to her rhythm.

"Watch yourself." She said, her tone demanding. He looked up, his blown-out lustful eyes took in their reflection. The sight of her hand wrapped around his red cock made his thighs shake.

He kept his eyes on her reflection as he painted the sink and her hand with his cum. He panted hard as she needed him off through it.

~

She washed off her hands and got dressed. Awkwardly handing Eddie his clothes.

He silently grabbed the jeans from her hands and put them on. He watched as she dressed herself.

"I'm, um, I'm sorry for the way I treated you and for ditching you," Eddie whispered, not to her but to the floor.

"Thanks, Eddie." She said, and she meant it. She knew that's all she would get. She gave him a small smile and walked out.

Where the hell do they stand now?

~~~

After that event, things between them got blurry. They found themselves feeling something different. Almost like they got out every bit of anger inside of them. Like the anger was just the first layer. And now other feelings were being revealed.

Y/N couldn't help but notice she was putting more work into her appearance. More makeup touches and asking for more sexier clothes for when she performs. She almost felt like she wanted Eddie's eyes on her all the time. Because she couldn't help but have her eyes on him.

Eddie couldn't help but stare whenever she was near. It was like his eyes automatically found her in the room and he couldn't get enough. He noticed things about her that he didn't see at first. He always found her attractive, but now it was deeper than that. He found a new favorite thing about her every day. He started watching more of her performances and found the compliments slipping off his tongue.

The air changed between them. Now they were nervous and didn't know what to say. They didn't talk about what happened but both wished that the other still thought about it.

They tried to ignore how nervous they were and how awkward it made things. Y/N felt like they both needed to talk about what happened to either go back to normal or discuss what was next for them because this situation was too weird.

It was nearly midnight when they made it back to the hotel after their show, Eddie went to head into his room when Y/N spoke up.

"Do you think we could talk?" She asked, the shakiness in her voice made it clear she was nervous.

"Uh sure," Eddie said, his nerves kicked in as he unlocked the door.

She followed behind and took a seat on the bed. He removed his shoes and then took the spot next to her. His shoulder against hers as he waited for her to speak.

"About the thing that happened," she started, already hating the conversation. Eddie coughed awkwardly as he stared at his hands. "I'm just going to be fully honest and I can leave right after. But, it hasn't left my head. I know it was full of hatred and anger. And it probably didn't mean anything and I didn't think it would. But it almost feels like I let out all that anger and now I'm left with other feelings." She admitted, slowly looking towards him to read his expression.

"What kind of other feelings?" He asked, he turned his head to look at her. He hoped she meant the same feelings he'd been feeling. The feeling of wanting each other again. And maybe wanting each other always.

"Feelings like that I like you and my stomach hurts when I think about all the girls in the crowd that want to go home with you." She admitted, looking down at her own hands as she blushed.

She was surprised when Eddie reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. He reached over and used his pointer finger to tilt up her chin. Her eyes looked into his as she anxiously waited for him to speak.

"I tend to be a dick so girls want anything to do with me after sex. But, I'm fucking grateful to hear you still like my dumbass." He joked, a smile on his face as she laughed. "Even though we had sex out of anger, there was something so real there and it hasn't left my mind. The way you pulled so much emotion out of me. I've never had someone do that. I like you too, and I'd like a chance to take you on a date and treat you the way you always should have been treated."

She felt her heart skip at his words, and a feeling of excitement bubbled in her stomach.

"I'd like that." She said as she tried to bite back her smile.

"Perfect, let's go right now." He said he stood up with their hands still laced.

"What? Right now! It's midnight!" She argued, her eyes looking to the clock.

"Don't care. I'm not wasting a second to take you out. The world is asleep, let's go have our fun before it wakes up ." He said with a wink, smiling as she stood up and together they ran out of his room like idiots.

Maybe the summer was finally looking up.

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[elsa-fogen]

Ok, Rosie headcanon for you!! Might be a slight AU but whatever lol

I like to imagine that Rosie is actually REALLY old. Died in the 1400s or something (maybe for being a suspected witch 👀) , and she just sort of kept up with the times until she found a period that suited her (getting there on that). This also ties into Cannibal Town/Colony name thing!!

Idk how much you know about American history (I know if I didn't live in this crazy country I'd know nothing by choice lol), but in the late 1500s Roanoke Colony was established where North Carolina is now. They struggled with supplies and relations with native people so the founder left to get supplies/help etc; when he came back 5 years later everyone had disappeared without a trace, no graves, bodies, only the word "CROATOAN" carved into a rock. It's a mystery nobody has solved since.

BUT.

WHAT IF.

They ran out of resources, right? What if food ran so low that people began to resort to cannibalism? And things were going so badly that some desperate person tried to summon a demon, anything to help them?

And Rosie, twisted and dark as she may be, took her own sort of sympathy on the poor, struggling colony of Roanoke, and took them all down to Hell as her own colony of souls: Cannibal Colony, leaving Roanoke empty without a trace of its inhabitants. From then on, she just sort of adopted any cannibals who fell into hell as part of her little town, so long as they assimilated and didn't cause trouble. She owns all their souls, yes, but they have some level of peace and security knowing she'll take care of them.

With the "updating culture" thing, I also headcanon that she liked to keep up with the times and stay current until sometime after slavery ended, a little before Alastor arrived (depression era) she didn't like where modern times were headed and just sort of...stopped progress, like a time capsule. Modern times started progressing too fast, and she didn't want everything to be forgotten in the rush to the future, especially the way the human world was looking with the depression. She did rename them to Cannibal Town eventually, since it was more than just her original Colony that gave her Overlord status.

I love Rosie 👁👄👁 sorry for the giant text block lol

P.S. Your art inspires me so much!! And your characterizations are *chef's kiss* I feel like your blog is consistently one I can come to to get canon-accurate character content without facing an onslaught of r********e (finally someone who can't stand it as much as me! Sending all the love 💓

oH WOW! This is really damn good and interesting headcanon! You almost convinced me to change mine to this (well, i like the idea of Rosie being SUSPECTED witch gshssh angssssst yessss). I realized that actually I don't have much that keeps me from just accepting this. Only 2 things

one is that she in her life was fighting for women's rights, and keeps doing it in hell, but i guess she still can even being older.

second one is more important. Rosie and Alastor are roughly same age (30-40 age gap is nothing in hell, were age gaps can be thousands of years) and this is one of the reasons they get along, i think.

Plus in my plot Rosie being a relatively young overlord plays significant role...

But as i said, you headcanon really cool! Maybe i'd use it for some new AU haha

P.S. Your art inspires me so much!! And your characterizations are *chef's kiss* I feel like your blog is consistently one I can come to to get canon-accurate character content without facing an onslaught of r********e (finally someone who can't stand it as much as me! Sending all the love 💓

GAHYHHHAFGS THANK YOU! I'm really happy to know that i'm not alone on this hate board hsbfsdhfj

Here you can be safe, never ever you'll see anything positive about this ship on my blog 😂 (no offence to those who likes it) Love you too 💖💖💖

[raayllum]

Opeli has always had faith.

It had just made sense as a little girl, the world so vast and wondrous, the steady turn of the Maker's Wheel and the cycle of the seasons. The call had always been there, a burning ember in her heart, her father an archivist in their small town's one House of Law. Her sneering mother had been a godless woman; it'd begun, like so many things, as a quiet rebellion. Then a career, and a life, here in Katolis. In the castle.

She lights the incense, a duty first given to her when the High Cleric before her, Naomi, had relinquished it to be at Soren's bedside as a sickly child when Opeli was perhaps sixteen. As High Cleric herself, she leads the congregation in prayer. The leaves fall and return. Ezran speaks and grows as king, his crown steady upon his brow.

The Wheel turns. Until it doesn't.

The sky is blue. Until it isn't.

Nothing could've prepared her for the hell fire raining down, for the crumbling of the castle that had withstood three proud centuries. For Soren's arm, strong and slung over her waist as he tackles her to safety, covers her from the stone, keeps her from running out into danger.

He presses the tiny glow toad into her hands, and she doesn't want to run—her heart pounds with adrenaline she hasn't felt since the Battle of the Storm Spire, but that had been with pride, certainty. Not terror and abject fear as she runs, because she wants to live, because the people will look to someone the way she's looked to Soren for the past hour, and she hopes—she prays that's not the last time she'll see him.

Opeli has always believed in miracles.

She performs last rites for the dying they cannot save, counts the heads of her Novices and doesn't let herself dwell on the the few that missing—not now, not yet. She pressed her palms together in gratitude that as many survived as they did, as she leads them towards Temple Hill, and thanks Lady Justice and her Sisters that at the very least Prince Callum, and in her heart of hearts, that King Ezran was not here, that he is safe elsewhere in Lux Aurea with his family.

The sky is yellow and red with fire, blackened by smoke, by the time she turns and sees people running through the flames encroaching the bridge most people hadn't been able to dart through once it'd grown, Opeli among the last to make it out. She cries bitter tears as she walks through the rapidly makeshift camp and wipes them away with her sleeve, but—

Heat beings are running towards her. A scream rises in her throat, but she recognizes the face of Barius' niece underneath, and one of her novices, and the way they are running, laughing, crying tears of joy amid smoky skin and firelight eyes. Magic, keeping them alive, family members hissing through the hearty embrace as they find each other in the crowd.

Her heart leaps.

Somehow, some way—

"Opeli." A large steady hand finds her shoulder, frighteningly warm, but she'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"Soren!" Opeli throws herself at him before she can think better of it, arms around his neck. His armour radiates warmth, and she pulls back, remembering herself just as he begins to hug her back, so they stay in that in between place for a moment as she studies him. His face is like stone and lava, fiery yellow cracks running down, the familiar blue of his eyes, gone, but—she can recognize him still, too. "I'm so glad you're safe."

She doesn't mean for her voice to break, but everyone's been looking to her and only to her the past few hours, and maybe she hadn't realized what a relief it was to have someone also making choices back at the castle, how much Soren had taken charge—how much Ezran has grown—until they were both gone, and...

Soren's eyes crinkle. "I can imagine," he says, his softer smile widening as he spots Hat crawling up from her hood. "Looking after Hat is a big responsibility."

Opeli hiccups a laugh, the tiny glowtad placing a tentative foot on Soren's hand when he raises it, then recoiling with saddened eyes.

"Don't worry little guy," Soren assures him. "It's magic. It's not permanent. Might take a few days, but..."

"Oh." More relief fills her lungs. "Good. Good—"

Soren raises his brows at her. "Why, High Cleric? Were you going to miss my pretty face?"

Momentary surprise overtakes her, as Soren has always been a flirty person generally speaking, but he's never been flirty towards her before. Opeli must really be exhausted, though, since she can't even be mad at him for it—and despite his miraculous survival and apparent levity, there's a flicker of shadows and sadness in his eyes, too. Something he's not telling her.

But she will wait to see if he wants to, just as they will wait together for his and everyone else's magicked transformations to change.

"Come." She briefly touches his elbow, the soft fabric covering it teeming with the same heat as everything else. Hat sits on her shoulder. "You should have some food and water. Then we can decide what to do next."

They can ask for help from the townspeople. Write a crow to King Ezran. Make more plans in the morning as the stars come out to play.

They can rebuild, together.

Opeli has always had faith.

[miimo96]

Thoughts on TBHK Chapter 115

Judging by the Cover Card it looks like this chapter is going to be focusing Heavily on the relationship between Kou and mitsuba in this timeline, since the last chapter ended with mitsuba asking for kou to join him in investigating the incident that happened with the Students missing after summoning a spirit AKA Tsukasa, I wonder if this will be like a Scooby doo mystery adventure for these 2 or if it will Entirely focus on them at all like in the Aquarium date a few Chapters back, or heck if we even see any other characters show up like yashiro or hanako, or if This will focus on anything that I had predicted last Chapter, well only 1 way to find out

Ok 2 things: 1 I'm surprised I Actually remembered who the f#%k this guy was the Minute I saw him since it's been like Chapter 1 when he was 1st introduced and was just there to drive the plot forward, 2 is yashiro in this timeline Still the Same as episode 1, like is She Still the girl that is So desperate for love that she will literally ask anybody if it means even having some sort of a "chance" and that She Never changed Staying the way used to, and 3, TAKE YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER YOU TROGLODYTE, The hell you mean if She gives you an "interesting" confession She'll be your TENTH Girlfriend, Sry but she's taken; I'm actually kinda worried that's he's back because when Stuff like this happens, it usually means we're Getting closer to the End, Omg I'm not ready 😰😰

There ya Go yashiro get the eff away from Him, I'm glad that he got the headbutt treatment she likes to do to Our sweet boy Servers him right, also the fact that she did a freaking somersault and Stuck the landing while getting out of dodge immediately is Just Hilarious 🤣🤣 *sigh* I miss Hanako so much....

Already this is Starting to become one of My favorite chapters omg I love that she's Finally realizing how Stupid she used to be before meeting hanako, always being manipulated into doing things for other people, always asking out people who Never truly even cared for her, always just being the classic "Doormat" shoujo protagonist she was, Glad She's finally realizing how much growth and character development she's had ever since meeting kou and Hanako, God I love this series ^^

😦😧😨 No way omg no way Did I call it Omg please

AHHHHHH!! OMG 😭😭😭 HANAKO 😢

Wait what was it all a Dream omg my Heart Damn it Aidairo why!? 😫

Ngl this scene hurt, I went completely silent reading this part, and wow just, wow, Seeing hanako's/ Amane's life and what it is/could've been really hurts and yashiro's tears in this Scene just speak louder than any words possible, God This chapter is so Good 😣

Ok firstly is it me or is My boys rocking the DRIIP, secondly this Show has gotten Way more Darker than when it 1st started, the fact that this Went from being a Show about ghost stories and spooky stuff, with just a tad bit of Dark topics to it, To literally now giving me Straight Gravity falls season 2 vibes is Really telling me a lot, also Kou in this timeline seems to be a lot more experienced when it comes down to being an Exorcist, the way he was just talking and examining the situation shows that He's no longer a Noob when it comes to this sort of thing, and is a lot more trained than he let's on Which pretty awesome

Bruh this series is Not holding back Anymore whatsoever, this is just Straight TERRIFYING 😅

Oh yeah that's Totally Not Nightmare fuel at All, Wow when did this Series become so horrifying, Also this is NOT Tsukasa, this is that Mother effing THING, till this day I still don't understand what this thing is and What it wants, all I know is that it's the freaking Hole the Kannagis were being sacrificed to and that the real Tsukasa sacrificed himself to in the Red house, I've always had a thought that Maybe just maybe a bit of him was still in their after the Red house arc and that he was just fighting or switching out from time to time, But from what I'm seeing It looks like the Thing has Taken him over COMPLETELY in this timeline, Tsukasa is Gone, this just a Shell, an empty husk Wearing his face; yep it's official, This is Absolutely One of my favorite Chapters Now, Omg I can't wait ^_^

Also the fact I was right about that the Next chapter was going to be focusing more on Yashiro, Makes me so FREAKING happy ^^ YEAH! I CALLED IT

[vikkirosko]

I saw that your request is back on and can I request platonic headcanons Hazbin crew with teen fem reader who is a demigod and daughter of Hades(the greek god of the underworld) sent by her father to gather information and learn more about the Hotel and the purpose behind it, at first the Hazbin Crew were shocked to see a seemingly normal living teenager appearing in hell and how did she get here before the reader revealed herself to be a demigod and Hades's daughter and that she's here to collect information about the Hazbin Hotel as her dad is interested on learning more what the princess of hell's business is so they shows her around the place and talks for a bit and during that time, the reader reveals a lot about her personal life such as she's attending summer camp and she has two siblings whom she cares deeply about and would love to bring them here down here if they weren't busy currently another detail that shocked the crew is that the reader even though she looks like a teenage girl turns out she's chronologically 79 year old because she was stuck in a hotel that caused time to slow down without noticing the time has passed drastically but she is still mentally a child tho and soon the reader had to leave after spending time at the hotel and saying she'll come back someday

Hotel crew x teen fem!Reader platonic headcanons Daughter of Hades

When you first appeared at the hotel, you attracted everyone's attention. You were alive. You were a alive teenage girl. Charlie was sure that you were there by a terrible accident, but it turned out not to be so. You were there because of your father Hades. When you said that, everyone who heard it was surprised. You weren't human, as they initially assumed. You were a demigod, the daughter of Hades, and your father sent you to Hell to learn more about the hotel and about Charlie

Charlie was glad to see a new person at the hotel, albeit a rather unusual one. You listened with interest to what they told you about both the hotel and Hell, regardless of whether it was the positive stories of the princess or the more realistic stories of the others. You also didn't mind telling about yourself and your life. Every day they learned more about you, about your life in your father's kingdom, that you have two siblings whom you would love to introduce to your new friends, but they were very busy

You seemed like a teenager, but when Angel asked how old you were, your answer surprised them. You, with an embarrassed look on your face, said you were 79 years old. It seemed very small to Charlie. For sinners who had lived human lives, it was a lot. But they were even more surprised that, according to you, time in Hell and time at home went differently

You realized that you had lost track of time and that you had to go back, otherwise your family would start worrying about you. You didn't want to leave your new friends that you had become attached to. But you promised that you would definitely come to them again, and only after that you went back to where you came from

The residents of the hotel did not know exactly when you would return. Some of them really missed you and others just noticed your absence. Maybe time will fly by for them, and maybe you won't be back for a very long time, but your friends were really ready to wait for your return

[piratedashmod]

You guys recognize her? You should. It's Marigold. Don't worry if you didn't know who it was at first, because you rarely see her like this...happy and dressed up. Dressed up because she was invited to another Big Dance. Happy because she gets to stick around for longer than what some others believed, thinking she wouldn't last as long as a Cougar or a Duke or even an Eagle.

That last part sounded weird, didn't it? Well, let me explain it in a little story.

You see, the story of Marigold hoping to make it to the Big Dance, portrayed as a gala in Equestria, has been an allegory-inspired tale where real life events would affect what happens next in the story. And if you know me well enough, you can easily figure out the hidden message of the story and know what happens next to her.

I-L-L. I-N-I.

The idea first came in my head in January 2020. Marigold kinda has been used in the past as a vent character, but things were going good for said team for once. The program has been in one of its worst shapes ever. Ever since the national title run of 2005, it had been disappointment after disappointment. First weekend exits. NIT berths. Screw jobs when you make it back to March Madness that were so bad rule changes had to be implemented the next season. And a point so low that finishing above .500 was a pipe dream. It was a depressing state of affairs.

But the turnaround was coming in 2020. We got back in a place where, even though an auto bid wasn't happening, we were on the right side of the bubble. We could dream and hope again, and be all but certain, that the longest drought out of the Dance was ending. We would be back in our rightful place in March Madness.

Well...we all know what happened March of that year.

But hey, everyone's back next season. Not only are they back, but they're better. A hell of a lot better. You are one of the best of the best. You know, and Marigold knows, that your invite to the Big Dance is a lock. She's highly confident, maybe even a little cocky about it. Not only is it a lock, but you might be Queen of the Dance. You're on the doorstep of greatness.

Well...this was the last picture in the series. Marigold happy and looking forward to the Big Dance. It leaves an open ended story as to what happens.

So what did actually happen? She breezes past a Dragon once inside the dance, but is stopped in her tracks by a Rambler. A Rambler who won't let her free because she keeps talking her head off, blocking her from her biggest dreams. And not realizing that she missed her window to even be considered to be the Queen of the Dance.

Marigold goes outside after missing out, shell shocked into a dead silence, with tears gently falling down her cheeks. How the hell could this have happened? Was that a nightmare or did it actually truly happen? What went so wrong that night? It's a moment and a loss so great, Marigold just doesn't know if she'll get over it.

The following years are not that much better. Sure, she gets the invites back to the Big Dance. But there's little confidence that things will go well. The next year, Marigold get Moc'ed so bad that she's upstaged by a Cougar. The year after that, you barely get in the door before some Razorbacks chase you away, putting up very little fight. Marigold is now at a point where she doesn't believe she'll ever get to stick around for more than just a fleeting moment at the Big Dance.

But...you come back every year because you just can't quit, and you know at some point, things will change.

Well...2024 is where it all changes for Marigold, and things are different.

This time, you have a different plan. This time, you seek some help from a stallion from the Southern part of the Empire in a Domask. You find a Hawkins that helps defend yourself better, and maybe even help your troll game.

This time...it works. An Eagle can't stop her, and neither can a Duke. They don't even put up a fight, and the Cougar that was a threat to your hopes and dreams are nowhere to be found. The boosted confidence and experience helps Marigold be the best she can be. It's a Sweet 16 feeling.

Can Marigold Earth Tulip Hosta be the Queen of the Dance? That's to be determined. There's the chance a Cyclone bears down on the Dance, and some mean looking Huskies await before she has a chance to rise like a Phoenix.

But Marigold knows one thing for sure...she can do this, no matter what any doubter and hater says. And it helps that a bunch of other ponies are starting to believe too.

I-L-L. I-N-I.

[sugolara]

𝙄𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚?

feat. Katsuki Bakugo x fem! villain reader

Cw: blood, angst

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ After thinking his best friend, F/n, has been dead for years she suddenly appears, only Katsuki wishes he wouldn't have met her like this.

❝ She'll answer me Wherever she may be. ❞

+ Who Is She ? by I Monster

Glaring, with shock that eventually turned to hatred, Katsuki used his quirk to propel himself towards the h/c haired girl and attack her. She grinned as she watched Katsuki coming towards her and in return used his quirk against him.

With her own hands, she copied Katsuki’s quirk and propelled herself with one hand reaching in front of her and shooting out a blast.

She let out a chuckle when Katsuki moved out of the way and appeared behind her using his explosions. She in return did the same thing but used another quirk as her right leg kicked his side causing him to stumble into a building.

The blonde grunted and picked himself off, some dust lingering in the air as he wiped his sweat from his forehead. His ears picked up every movement the girl made as she walked over some rubble.

She waved her arm trying to get rid of the dust and looked at Katsuki who glared at, “Long time no see, old friend.”

Katsuki spat some blood out as he raised his arm, explosion getting ready to blast her, “Shut up, we aren’t friends. Not anymore.”

F/n hummed with a grin, “Why the long face, aren’t you glad to see me? It has been years after all.”

Her pupils dilated as Katsuki stormed at her and blasted her with his quirk. But his eyes widened when the smoke cleared and the girl was now behind him. She smirked at him and waved an ice patch after him.

He dodged every attempt he could until he realized that she was trying to back him in a corner. His eyes narrowed as he came after her once again but when he hit her, her body melted and a new one formed next to him.

The sudden surprise caused him to be launched into some pipes with sharp ends. As he tried to catch his footing, he let out a yelp and grunted as his stomach was impaled by one of the pipes. 

He coughed out blood as he stared at his once long ago best friend. She smiled at him, a sincere smile and dug the pipe deeper into him. She stared at his eyes, an inch away from their noses touching, “In another timeline, Katsuki, maybe we would have gotten along.”

Katsuki grunted, blood began to drip from his wound. His glossy eyes stared at F/n, wondering where it all went wrong, “Why…? How could…how could you do this?”

Grinning, she pulled the pipe out and watched as Katsuki crumbled to the floor, hand holding onto his wound, “Oh, you don’t know do you?”

He lifted his head and watched as she twirled the bloody pipe in here. His eyes threatened to close, “The hell are you talking about?”

“I wasn’t kidnapped or buried alive.” F/n laughed as she stopped twirling the pipe and pointed it at Katsuki, his pupils dilating as the pipes were an inch away, “No, I ran away because I was given something more than any of you could ever offer.

“While you enter U.A to become a hero and make a name for yourself, I thought, well maybe I could do the same. I didn’t stand a chance with having a bubble quirk so when I was presented the offer to have multiple, well, I couldn’t just not decline. 

“I just want so much more than a regular boring old life.” She pulled the pipe back.

Katsuki scoffed at her. He blinked every memory of he and his old friend and then stared intensely at her, “I’ll take you down, even if I take myself out, you fucking villain!” 

Grinning widely, F/n watched as Katsuki flew at her, his quirk activated and as for F/n she twirled the pipe in her hand and propelled herself to her old friend. 

With both their quirks activated, Katsuki burned her side face as she impaled him with the pipe and covered it in flames. Their battle made them leave the ruined building and collided with the road where other villains and heroes fought. 

With a grin and scowl, the villain and the hero began to defeat each other, overusing their quirks and waiting until which once gave in to their drawback. It didn’t matter if they felt pain. 

One thing is for sure though, that they wouldn’t stop until one of them is defeated.

[bonny-kookoo]

I DON’T WANT PEACE👹

I CRAVE HEART CRUSHING ANGST!👹

Everyone: blame this person right here, not me.

---

"Alright yeah, you're pissed and I get that-" yoongi says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But could you not yell like a maniac? You're scaring her." He sternly says, having noticed you trembling on the couch next to him. You've never met his bandmates, you've got essentially no idea who this stranger is in your home- so you're naturally terrified.

Especially considering where you came from. Before Yoongi came along, shouting had ways been the intro to every nightmare you'd experience.

"I don't care! I'm fed up with this!" Namjoon yells, visibly snapping. "What's next? Jimin has a wife and kids? Taehyung runs a brothel? Who knows because I for sure as hell don't!" He barks, waving his arms around. You visibly flinch at that, and Yoongi gets up along with his bandleader.

"I think you should leave." He says, and Namjoon steps closer- way too close for comfort.

"Maybe you should leave, if you get my hint." He grits out between his teeth, and it stuns the producer a little bit.

"I should leave? Oh really now?" He asks, unsure if the man across him is being serious.

"Maybe?! Is this all even worth it anymore if we dontbtell each other shit no more?" Namjoon argues, and Yoongi is ready to respond-

Before he hears the front door slam closed behind him. He doesn't need to look around much to realize what must've happened, as you're nowhere to be seen, and he knows from experience that as a fox no matter what subspecies, your instinct is to hide whenever you feel unsafe.

"Great. Awesome, really!" Yoongi barks, instantly moving to get his coat and shoes on. "Thank you!" He shakes his head angrily.

"If she runs off like that you've clearly not trained her well enough!" Namjoon tries to argue, and Yoongi turns around with a scandalized expression.

"You dont- namjoon, I respect you, but what the fuck? You don't train them, they're not pets for fuck's sake!" He exclaims, completely upset at the situation. "I can't waste time arguing with you right now. Fuck off, and don't you dare try and contact authorities about this!" He threatens as he pushes his friend out the door with him.

"Why? You've got dirt on your shoes with her? Great, a criminal record now!" The bandleader yells after him.

"Fuck you." Yoongi darkly responds, voice deep and controlled, and its now that Namjoon starts to get a little worried of his personal safety because he knows that once his friend goes calm, it's really the end of his patience wearing thin. "She's an abuse victim, got PTSD, and I promised she'llbe safe with me, I literally signed a fucking document that stated that if I fail to take care of her, she'll be back at the treatment center, locked up like she's some sort of monster." He explains.

He remembers all the strings he had to pull, how many friendships he had to play to somehow get things approved. He'd just donated to the place, nothing else- but somehow, seeing, meeting you there, had made him just decide that he could be your safe space. If no one wanted to try, so be it. He would try, as many times as he needed- and it worked. You improved, you healed, you're able to live a normal life now despite your ups and downs. "I gave her a normal life, I am her only chance at living outside of that place, and if you just ruined that for her, for ME-" he says, clenching his jaw, thinking of his next words before he decides against voicing them. "-do what you think is right. It's what you always do, after all." He finishes, before running off, phone in hand to track the Tag he's put onto your collar.

Praying that he finds you before anyone else does, or before anything can happen to you.

[writingwintermoon]

Fluff Alphabet

(I lost the post where this came from originally, if this looks familiar let me know)

Here's another writing exercise... a fluffy prompt alphabet featuring Boba and Fennec.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

When Boba and Fennec first teamed up (before they got his armor back, before they realized their feelings), they would spar and do target practice together, and scheme and discuss plans; they still do that, but with more of an understanding. They're always working on Gotra stuff; they even talk in bed about how to better the Gotra (like, chatting while they're going to bed/getting up, not during anything spicy). They're both acts-of-service focused.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

The first time I watched TBoBF episode 4, I frankly had to rewind to be sure that he didn't say "brains, brawn, and beauty". I'm glad he didn't though, he would want to give Fennec space and would never wish to make her stay if she didn't want to.

Fennec loves how weird and intense Boba is, how driven he is to be a kinder and more noble man than the person she surely met at least once in the past. She is charmed by his hardheadedness--it's always arresting to find someone who makes you go, damn, they're worse than me. She is appreciative that he saved her life, but the moment they flew away from the Palace in the ship, she knew that she could totally rely on him, that they shared something even deeper than a life debt. She loves how he sighs resignedly at her pushing his buttons (literally and metaphorically), she loves knowing that he absolutely has her back too, and she saw the swagger he had the moment he put his armor back on: she had to calm herself. She definitely loves his old self-confidence, but is rather charmed by his 'gracious Daimyo' self... and especially the tender side that only she gets to see. She is honored to be treated so gently and reverently.

Boba looooooves tough ladies... I'd consider his conversation with Koska to be Mandalorian Flirting, and of course in RotJ he gives Boushh the ol' "wassup girl" nod after the thermal detonator ultimatum. I bet that he's had a crush on Fennec for years because she's an ace shot, a keen businesswoman, AND fine as hell. He loves how sensible, practical, but slightly hedonistic she is, he loves her smirk smile... he had to catch his breath the first time he saw her with her hair down. He loves how completely on board she is with his ridiculous plans, he loves trusting her to rein him in.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Fennec acts sensible, and grounds Boba with her demands that he take care of himself--to eat, to not climb inside a dead monster, etc... she'll set a hand on his and remind him that she isn't going to leave.

Boba is less good with his words when Fennec is upset, but is steadfast and tries to do what she does for him. He'll save her every time, until he himself is dead.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Boba probably does dream of officially making Fennec his Queen, getting a second throne and all... maybe formally adopting a couple of the Mods. Really setting himself up to love and be beloved by his town and family... like, I'm thinking some end of RotJ happy family shit, some end of Return of the King, Arwen and Aragorn presiding over a new age shit!

I really don't know if Fennec would even let herself consider something so normal, so safe... but whatever her dreams are, Boba is at her side. She has finally met someone who feels right.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

They are both hardheaded independents, and can be set in their ways, but Boba relies on Fennec's wisdom more than he may even admit to her. He will do anything that she asks, and knows that she trusts him too.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It would take a lot for either one of them to actually feel betrayed. If there were some kind of silly misunderstanding I feel like there would be the silent treatment, the businesslike cold shoulder, but hopefully amended quickly, ideally in Shakespearean comedic fashion.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Fennec takes a minute to believe that Boba didn't just save her life so that she'd be indebted to him; but once she understands that, she takes it to heart to show him loyalty almost because of that lack of expectation. When Boba finally understands that she's staying by his side not out of obligation but out of love, he can't help but cry with joy.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I think Fennec probably knows just about everything about Boba's past, maybe even more than he does. He isn't exactly forthcoming, but is ready to explain as things come up. We as the audience still don't really know shit about Fennec, so I think Boba cherishes every detail he learns. As far as Gotra business is concerned, they are 100% on the same page, and can communicate not quite telepathically, but certainly by eyebrow.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Both--obviously Boba saved Fennec's life, but that kind of seems to have been the will of the Force that he was close by enough to have seen the flash charges. Fennec also helped Boba remember who he is.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Boba can be considered to have flirted with Koska, and Cara calls him by just his first name, so I'm thinking that he may have picked up a thing or two from Lando and can be smooth when he tries. Maybe this method didn't work on Fennec, and she prefers his intense poetic banished prince horse girl bullshit. She thinks him flirting is funny, like a party trick. She loves when he flirts with other tough ladies--and they both know that he does so for business reasons, and that they are one another's main priority.

Fennec sometimes will be overcome with a need for attention, and sit on Boba's lap in the cockpit or drag him up to her bedchamber away from prying eyes. She knows she has to tell him with words, but she wants him to know that she needs him as much as he needs her.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I can't decide when their first kiss happens... there are so many delicious options: later that night after Boba asks Fennec to become the first member of his gotra, maybe after they see Din speed away from Cobb with Boba's armor, sometime before Tython, on Tython while Din is going through the RC's remains, on Morak anytime, in the cockpit anytime, after letting Din taunt Gideon, before storming the Arcataz, after storming the Arcataz, on the throne of the Palace after their great success... maybe even after solidifying Boba's rule, and Fennec feels safe in allowing herself that affection, allowing their relationship to be seen by others as something more than just business.

Whenever it happens, it's a romantic and meaningful time. They both finally feel safe to express their feelings.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It would feel natural--they realize they have been in love for a long time, and for once had to put words to it... it would either be in an insanely dire situation (think Anakin and Padmé on Geonosis, or Leia and Han in the carbon freezing chamber), or it would be at the most ordinary time, like at dinner or something. <3

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Author's Note: I literally said "holy shit" out loud to myself watching TBoBF Ep 4; his business proposal sounded so much like a marriage proposal that I almost expected Fennec to say something about it. (I recommend this fic: "The Question" by @sharkariaria, https://archiveofourown.org/works/37272115 for exploring that idea!)

I like the sort of "Emma" conclusion where they both realize that the other is the only one, and if it happens in canon that's kind of how I see it going down... I would love for some Shakespearean or Austenic comedic situation, but surely Boba would try to be extremely romantical and poetic... Fennec would roll her eyes, smiling, and say "shut up and kiss me". Their marriage would be like their Daimyoship, egalitarian and unconventional.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

As far as I can tell, just the thrill of trusting someone with their first name is plenty... but I really want to hear Boba call Fennec "my Queen", maybe even just in private.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

They both try not to be obvious, but everybody else figures it out even before they do.

Fennec's love language is acts of service... making sure Boba is respected as Daimyo, making sure he eats, making sure he's sleeping well...

Boba has written a shitload of poetry for/about Fennec which may or may not ever get to see the light of day, he's the epitome of 'if I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more'. He also strikes me as the gift-giving type.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Fennec is very sensitive about the concept of the Daimyo's dignity and doesn't want to show the people that Boba has any weaknesses (i.e. his feelings for her). Boba understands this, but around friends isn't shy to let his smile linger on hers. They are both not shy at all about bragging about their business partnership, but the Venn diagram of what is business and what is their lives is a circle here.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

They are both very practical, and they have both been through so much... Boba absolutely wants to have something worth protecting in his life.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Fennec tries to maintain the facade of being "just the Daimyo's guard", but when they're alone, Boba is unabashedly romantic with her. Fennec tries to play it cool but she secretly loves being the subject of his courtly love.

Even cliché stuff seems creative with these two hardened hunters... Give me banter. Give me a hand touch with eye contact. GIVE ME THE ANIDALA MEADOW PICNIC SCENE BUT WITH BOBA AND FENNEC AND THE RANCOR.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

They believe in one another 100%. Fennec thought Boba's plan sounded crazy, but only he could think of such an idea, so she was on board. He knew that her intimidating presence alone would help his cause, and it does.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

There's no such thing as "everyday life" in the Outer Rim, so they find a lot of solace in the ordinary with one another...

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

They are both very private, mysterious people, but they definitely understand one another. They have both grown a lot as people since teaming up, and again I am assuming that they've met at least once in the past, so they both understand that the other has also grown. Fennec is really proud of Boba's turn.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It started out as a business partnership--a very important and personal business partnership, mind you--but by the end of TBoBF, the business partnership is the life partnership is the love partnership is their lives.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Even though the Daimyo has many comfy robes at his disposal, Boba gives Fennec Jango's old blue shirt to wear as pajamas... he wanted to give her something personal of his to show the depth of his affection, and he likes feeling the fabric as they cuddle.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In private, they are both very affectionate. Boba is a huge cuddler. Fennec loves feeling him relax when she's the big spoon, knowing that he feels safe with her. She also loves for Boba to run his fingers through her hair.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

They both know about hardship, and surely they could cope if it were for business reasons, but they really haven't been apart other than during missions since they have teamed up. They're kind of inseparable. Boba certainly has had enough of being alone... and Fennec is probably worried he'll get into trouble without her.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Absolutely, they both are. They've both put their lives in the others' hands, and Boba brought her back to life on the off chance she'd agree to help get his ship back! The both depend on one another, and would do anything for the other.

[daintyduck99]

#2 for writers choice?

Tagging @urfriendlywriter again! ❤️

Bobby buries his smile in Julie's hair as the rest of their friends scream and rave about the xenomorph massacre unfolding on the screen. He'd told her that this movie's really not that scary, more action oriented than the original, but she'd insisted on molding herself into his arms, anyway.

In case you secretly get scared, she had said, and her big brown eyes had danced with mirth as she leaned in to kiss his half-hearted objection away.

She's doing great, content as a cat in his lap even as the action ratchets and everyone gets louder. She hasn't said a word since the nightmare sequence at the start, evidently entranced, or maybe just that comfortable. She'll find any excuse to sit in his lap, after all. Not that he minds.

It isn't until the credits are rolling and she still refuses to budge that he gets a little huffy, nudging her shoulder.

"Jules, let me up. I need to pee."

Luke bursts out laughing, and Alex sends Bobby an incredulous look. Flynn just shakes her head, (poorly) hiding a smile as she turns to grab a popcorn bucket, and Carrie just rolls her eyes. Reggie’s not even trying to hide his grin, and Bobby zeroes in on him with a glare.

"What?!"

"Dude," he snickers, "you're trapped. Julie's been out like a light for ages."

Bobby swears. "I knew she was a heavy sleeper, but I figured even she couldn't sleep through your all's squalling."

The room immediately erupts in protest, and Bobby merely raises his eyebrows, waiting for someone to realize that they're literally proving his fucking point.

Luke catches on first, and he pauses. The rest of the group quiets as he does so, just like they would during a rehearsal. He rubs the back of his neck.

"Alright, I guess that's fair. But really? You had no idea that your girlfriend's been using you as a pillow this whole time?"

"I—she does that when she's awake!" Bobby defends, wrapping his arms more tightly around her. "She doesn't talk much when she gets really into a movie, either."

Flynn hums, tucking the popcorn bucket under her arm as she considers them, eyes flicking from Bobby to Julie, who hasn't so much as stirred.

"She doesn't really get into scary movies, you know. They used to make her just as jumpy as the rest of us."

"Aliens isn't scary," Bobby says with flat sincerity, the exact same way he's already said it a million times, which makes everyone object (also for the millionth time), but he's still mulling over Flynn's words by the time they trickle out, looking at the angel asleep in his arms.

Is she really just that comfortable with him? Could she really find him—comforting?

He's always sucked at comforting people. Hell, Carrie's his sister, and there are times when the two of them awkwardly shuffle around each other, desperate to help but incapable of avoiding some sort of emotional landmine, or of expressing something genuine that might be rejected.

It's easy for him to be around Julie. He doesn't have to say vulnerable shit to her, usually. It's like she looks at him and she knows. And when he does say it, it isn't always through clenched teeth. She can coax it out of him if that's what he needs.

No matter how much she reassures him otherwise, he's been half-convinced that there's no way they can last, because—it can't be as easy for her to be around him. It's hard to believe that he does a quarter of what she does for him, that he's good enough for a girl like her, bright and blazing like a supernova, larger than life.

But she hasn't just been telling him. She's been showing him how wrong he is.

The proof is right here in his arms.

As he maneuvers them into a more comfortable sleeping position, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch to cover them, and she twists, half-awake, to tuck her head under his chin and snag her fingers in his shirt, it's almost easy to let the naked truth spill from his lips, to whisper it into her hairline.

I love you.

Her contented little sigh tells him that she knows, that of course she knows that he reciprocates, and he floats into one of the most blissful sleeps he's had in some time.

[angryborzois]

yeah so some of your asks are with me atm probably due to the whole kisaki kinnie incident so it seems like I’ve got the info on your oc Akira so here it is:

{Basically this OC is Suguru's younger sister; named Akira. They're 12 years apart (meaning she was 5 when Suguru chose to go down a dark path in 2007). He knew the consequences of his actions would impact her life so he tried to shield her the best he could and took her to some faraway orphanage on that day he became a murderer. He didn't leave her with Satoru because he wanted to distance her away from the jujutsu world as best as he could. (And also who tf would trust a little kid with Satoru)

Despite his efforts, Satoru obviously did end up finding out the whereabouts of Akira and occasionally checks on her. Akira hates to associate with jujutsu (she's pretty much shunned from that society anyway), and absoulutely hates Satoru. Akira has dyed platinum blonde hair and wears fake glasses in order to make herself look less related to her older brother. (Kinda sad).

Anyway her lore starts where she one day meets Yuta while skipping school (yes she's a delinquent what about it). While sitting on the rooftop of a random building. she sees Yuta be approached by two jujutsu sorcerors in an alley. Right away, Akira knows something is off about Yuta (that he was cursed) and basically feels all that cursed energy (alternatively, rikas murderous aura) radiating off of him and realizes "oh shit these sorcerors are in big trouble". Although she hates sorcerors, she decides to intervene and save them because she doesn't want to be around when some sorceror dies. Anyway although she nearly gets murdered right there (she told the sorcerors to fuck off and they ran because they saw rika soon after and noped the hell out) she befriends Yuta. This was maybe a month or two before yuta finally got taken to the execution room.

anyway stuff happens and through character development and encouragement from yuta and harassment talk from gojo, she begrudgingly joins the second years in 2018.

she doesn't really like to be with other jujutsu sorcerers (especially ones that have ambition) so she skips class pretty much all the time. she'll be in her dorm all day (or if she knows she won't be called for a mission/finishes a mission she'll always be in the streets doing what delinquents do).

surprisingly she gets along with yuji the best, though she hates his philosophy and mindset that reminds her too much of her brother.

extra: she likes noodles (especially soba) a lot just like her brother. she absolutely hates to admit it though. after a tiring mission she's most likely gonna be at a soba place.}

I will try to find out how to get the asks back to you so bear with me a bit. Also Akira is really cool so you are free to talk more about her anytime

OHMY YOD THANKEBYWOQUAZ THANK YOU

You're a life saver

Anyways I think I'll stop privating posts because it seems that the kisaki kinnie never found this acc (unless he has and i just dont know it 😨)

AGAIN THANKS WIEKDHDKANS

[rxdhairxdsirxns]

❤️ - Our muse’s ship is one of my favorites. For all the ships! 💛 - I enjoy any/all interactions may be it harmful or fluffy between our muses. <3 - How does your muse truly feel about mine? 🌟 - Your muse is the light of my muse’s life. 💘 - This is my most favorite ship. Hands down. 💝 - Headcanon 5 things about our ship, please? C:

SHIPPING EMOJIS! || ACCEPTING || @monster-or-man

[ Hell yes shipping with you has been so fun and the work to ship Achim and Taryn especially has been so fun and rewarding!! It's so sweet to see how your bois all just adore Taryn in their own ways and she adores them back. ]

<3 - How does your muse truly feel about mine?

Achim - Truth be told, she always found him attractive, but in the beginning she did have some small plans to try and steal the TCCS from him. But all that they've been through and and growing and working together has truly just gotten them both wrapped around each other's fingers and she sincerely loves and cares for him. Silently hoping for marriage and has weird feelings once in a while that he's gonna proposes but knows it's probably never gonna happen for the sake of their public image.

Oron - SO GOD DAMN SOFT AND EMOTIONAL AND AUGHHHH!!! THE MUTUAL HEALING!! THE OPENING UP!!! THE WORRY AND CARE THEY BOTH HAVE FOR ONE ANOTHER!!! The peak of Taryn Married Life Shipping. It's only gonna go up if/when they have kids.

Torrar - Our baby ship but Taryn is sill very intrigued and softening up for Torrar. She likes that he gives her snark back but also has the balls to be forward with her. Plus I don't think she'll ever recover from how in sync they were on their first fight meeting. She'll get tingles every time she thinks about it and maybe even see if he wants to try it again at some point, though without trying to kill each other this time.

💝 - Headcanon 5 things about our ship, please?

[ Under the cut because this baby got long! ]

ACHIM

They are absolutely indulging in some BDSM. It wasn't even heavily discussed, it just kind of happened and evolved after Taryn tied Achim's hands to the headboard one night because she just needed to focus on getting off without him trying to hold her back.

The longer they're together, the more Achim is allowing himself to show some genuine love and adoration behind closed doors and even in small gestures the public wouldn't think anything of. He's coming to realize that he actually enjoys it.

Taryn made Achim learn to dance with her for an event-slash-mission that had to infiltrate one time but they both enjoyed dancing with each other a lot and Achim has insisted they keep up the lessons for future situations. Totally not so he has a regular schedule where he can hold and feel up his right-hand-woman and so she can enjoy being held close.

Achim actually enjoys Taryn getting him tailored clothes now and sometimes even just invites himself along whenever she's going to the tailor for her own clothes so he can watch and give secret opinions and suggestions to her tailor based on what he likes/thinks she looks good in.

Achim's a pullout man a majority of the time. He likes how Taryn looks with his cum on her chest and stomach. But sometimes when he's feeling extra possessive after someone was feeling her up all day during an undercover event or if he's just feeling a little more loving he'll grip her hips and keep himself balls deep so he can fill her up.

ORON

Oron has almost considered getting an XXL model of Mr. Stud just because he loves seeing how much he stretches and fills Taryn. But he doesn't wanna lose all the natural sensation he's got.

This man will eat Taryn out until the point where you think he should be dead. Wants her full eight sitting on his face, holding her thighs fully on either side of his head, just absolutely pussy drunk and raging hard (maybe has even cums a few times in his own pants) from how much he enjoys tasting his little wife.

Both of them are silently into the idea of the other having nipple piercings. Please consider couple nipple piercings.

Taryn wears a skirt a majority of the time they're in public together because she's taking every chance possible to sit in his lap and either grind on him our outright slip his cock into her.

Oron wants to learn how to file/trim/paint/care for Taryn's claws so she doesn't have to take care of them all the time. And so he can put his own design ideas on them but that's neither here nor there.

TORRAR

EXTREME CUDDLERS. They both run cold as fuck and need warm clothes but when those aren't available they're absolutely spending every moment they can pressed against each other or cuddled under Taryn's pile of blankets and furs with the fireplace roaring in the captain's quarters. For warmth of course, no other reason. They're not feeling each other up under those blankets.

Taryn actually wanting to take the time to teach Torrar he native tongue since he's also part of her species. Gets impressed when he can easily make the harsh sounds and melodic tones fairly quickly.

Taryn absolutely calling him teasing names but also affectionate names before she teaches him her language. And then when she forgets that he now knows what's she's saying embarrassment and and being flustered ensues.

Taryn going through her first heat cycle ever because Torrar lingers around so much and she has no idea how to deal with it because most of her species' population is asexual for fuck's sake and she ran away from the planet in her early twenties how was she supposed to know.

Torrar using Taryn's horns and fuck handlebars when she grows them out. Blowjobs, certain sex positions, quickly guiding her to where he wants, they just turn into handlebars for their pleasure.

[bexrisa]

ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ, ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪs ʟᴀɴᴅ --

Sʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ Rᴇsᴜʟᴛs -- ᴏᴄᴛ ²⁹

We saw something special in you and as such, we have decided to extend an offer for a probationary position in our idol trainee program.

We hope that you decide to join us on this incredible journey.

though hopeful, and mildly expected, the glowing notification '1' above the email app on her phone stills her heart for a moment. risa hadn't been paying attention well enough to see if the subject revealed her fate, only that it was the same hwang taemin that extended a formal audition after her first submission -- that in itself meant enough to make the world feel like it stopped spinning.

she excuses herself from her meeting, having not been paying much attention today anyway (after all, it was one of those could've been an email meetings meant to sate an elder's distaste for technology), and steps into an empty room to scan through the email. the audible gasp that follows next was loud enough to cause a coworker to look into the room strangely, making sure there wasn't a life or death emergency before shaking her head and closing the door politely.

she did it, she was in, and everything that she had been working towards for the past 7 years was suddenly realized. a lone tear makes its way down her face as her fingers dial the first person she thinks of, her confidant in the darkest moments and her pep-talker, her older brother.

tatsuya answers after only two rings, the tone in his voice concerned, "hell...o?" he questions, and risa stills herself with a deep breath. "oniichan," she begins, "i have to tell you something." cue the nervous laughter on the other end of the line. "is this an 'i need to tell you something and you should help get me out of trouble again'?' or is it something else?"

"that was one time," she whines, remember fondly the embarrassing moment that she ended up stranded in the states and in trouble with local police, with only her brother four hours away to help her. "and don't distract me. it's important." risa can almost see her brother's eye-rolling in her mind's eye- so what, everything was important to her, sometimes. she was serious. "i had an audition..."

"right."

"and... i mayhavemadeitintoacompany" the words rush out quickly as risa's own volume rises, a contrast to the stunned silence that falls on the other end of the phone. after a few moments, tatsuya sucks in a breath, and breathes out a long exhale that for a moment, has her doubting if she should have shared the news. "i can't believe you didn't even tell me you were auditioning again," he chastises, though his tone has its usual playful demeanor back. "good job. i'm proud of you." and with only a beat between, he adds, "and i'm sure mom and dad would be too. whenever you decide to tell them." though the suggestion is lighthearted, risa knows now that there's even more of a ticking clock on when exactly she'll have to tell them what she's been up to since moving to seoul. "i will, i will.. just... not yet." she pleads, "you know how they responded last time i told them.

tatsuya sighs, "yeah... well we can't all be emi. they'll have to accept it at some point." he laughs, "maybe wait until next holiday when you visit, that'll be fun."

"oh yeah, so i can give them a heart attack? no thanks," risa laughs with him.