#maybe even some minifics

[aliensubstance-011]

Demon!Edwin Au

Me and a pal have been throwing this idea around for a little bit and I'm obsessed so here's a Demon!Edwin AU:

Edwin still crawls out of hell around the same time Charles is dying, but really wasn't expecting to find a very much still living human

So, as to not scare him to bad (the guy's dying, and Edwin certainly isn't a cruel demon), Edwin takes human form

He's... seen those enough to get it right...right?

So Charles, in his dying moments, meets Edwin. It's just that his limbs are a little too long, his joints twist just a bit too far, eyes just a little too lifeless

Oh, and he looks like he's from the early 1900s. So Edwin lies and says his a ghost- which Charles believes, until he's a ghost himself.

In which Charles figures that Edwin definitely isn't a human, but it's not like he's doing any harm, is he?

At first, Edwin doesn't particularly care for this human- he's just another one off to his afterlife, and Edwin is far more concerned with getting used to this new body.

But this human is...kind of charming, actually. and when he decides to stay with Edwin? Well, Edwin has 30 years to fully figure out his human/ghost persona.

Onto more general stuff:

Edwin doesn't particularly care about mortal life- human beings are like little ants to him, they live, they die and go to their afterlife.

But to Charles? Other people, especially helping them, is important to him- and Charles is important to Edwin.

So Edwin tries. They form the Dead Boy Detectives, and the plot of the show moves on!

That 'We didn't matter. Him and I' scene is mainly about Charles, but he slots himself in there to not only because it somewhat reflects how demons treat each other in hell, but because Edwin is extremely distraught about how anyone could treat Charles the way most people in Charles' life did.

Overall, Edwin is very bad at being a demon, but only a little bad about being a human ghost.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

And The Law Won

Yandere Police Officer x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Imminent noncon, coerced oral sex, cum swallowing, handcuffing, kidnapping, chloroforming, general yandere behavior, abuse of power, DILF) Word Count: 754 (Drabble that became a minific, deleted due to typo that had already been reblogged a lot. Hope you all enjoy)

It all started when you were driving home late one night. You had been held up at work and all of the roads were pretty clear at this hour, you hadn’t encountered even a single car on the road the entire time. So you didn’t really see much harm in running a red light or two. But almost immediately after you had, even at 3 in the am a police car was on your tail, seemingly materializing out of nowhere. You pulled over and waited for the inevitable ticket. This was just great. You were already so behind on bills and the tickets were ridiculous. You sighed in defeat as you rolled down your window while thinking to yourself that you would never financially recover from this. The officer approached your window, a tall and fairly muscular looking older gentleman. He was a grizzled bear of a man who appeared to be in his mid 40s. His voice was deep and authoritative. “I am Hewlett, the chief of police. Do you know why I pulled you over?” “I ran a red light…” You said meekly, unable to meet the intense gaze of his eyes. “You ran two red lights,” he corrected harshly. He could see you look even farther away in embarrassment and shame, you clearly dreaded the ticket that was about to come your way and would probably go pretty far to avoid it. Times were hard. And he had gotten pretty good at telling how far an individual would go to avoid a hefty fine. “I am afraid I am going to have to write you two tickets.” You were fucked, you could never afford two separate tickets! He smirked. “Or…” He started. And before you knew it he was on the other side of the vehicle, where your car would shield him from any potential passersby, with you sitting in the passenger seat. Your head bobbing back and forth on his cock. Now you knew why the Chief of Police, someone of such a high rank, was doing traffic stops at an out of the way light. He ran his strong calloused hands through your hair as you dutifully blew him. The warmth felt amazing. You were pretty good at this. Your jaw hurt, but it was worth it to avoid two tickets. Something about you made his heart beat faster. Maybe it was the way you looked up at him intermittently to read his face to tell if you were pleasing him, maybe it was just the way you carried yourself, or just how obedient you were and how easily you melted to his desire. Whatever it was didn’t matter really, he just knew he needed more of you. His balls tensed and his cock throbbed, suddenly your mouth was full of his cum. He held both sides of your head and spoke one more command. “Swallow.” You did without hesitation, even though the lingering flavor made you feel dirty. Even after you got home and washed your mouth out twice over. The next time you drove home you made sure to take a new route. Even though it was 15min. longer. But it wouldn’t help you now. Hewlett had your license plate info. A few nights later, when you were watching some youtube videos to relax after work, you heard a sudden crash at your window. You went to investigate, thinking maybe the neighbor’s cat had knocked over another one of your terracotta flower pots. Your window was smashed open. You turned around to rush out the door. At best there was a vandal in your neighborhood, at worst someone had broken in. It was the latter. As you ran you smacked right into Hewlett, his all black attire barely visible in the shadows. He grabbed you and pressed a rag to your face. You were out cold quickly. When you woke up your head was killing you and your thoughts were fuzzy. It took a good few minutes to completely be aware of what was happening to you. You were handcuffed to a bed in a room that looked like it had been sound proofed. Hewlett stood over you grinning, grinding his lubed cock into your entrance as those rough hands of his rubbed your thighs. “Oh good, you’re awake. Now we can begin~” You struggled weakly against the cuffs. But it was no use. You thought you were fucked when you were about to receive two tickets, but no. Now you were truly about to be screwed.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Ex-Boyfriend John Price MiniFic

Thinking of your ex-boyfriend John Price seeing you again for the first time after a nasty break-up that essentially didn't go as planned by him.

You knew what you were getting into when entering a relationship with a man who was a workaholic. You knew it was always a priority but you never thought that it had to be an ultimatum between you and that, clearly you were an idiot to think you were more important.

If only you hadn't asked his friend, why was he prolonging his time with you if his decision was set to end it with you when he got the promotion? What exactly would change in that short amount of time?

That night ended in screams, no matter how much John tried to tell you he loves you, it fell on deaf ears. "Actions speak louder than words" was always the saying and you know what? That applies to this, it applies to everything he's ever made you felt and the lack of exchange.

You tried so hardly to not discredit the past, but maybe he just used you. He only tolerated your love like it's a minor convenience for him, you were already there, it's not like he could be picky on who chooses to take care of him.

But who cares right? That was three years ago and you two live separate lives now. John was out there doing god knows what with his colleagues drinking his nights away as he took another woman in bed every night in hopes to drown you out his mind.

If it wasn't for his friend's influence that one drunken night, John wouldn't have said yes to attending a black-tie event. Wasn't ever his thing really, fancy settings with stuffy clothes.

He tried to fit in as far as he could, pretending to stare at whatever painting or sculpture he can spot when in reality no thoughts or feelings except one thing.

He was never one to appreciate or understand what most art try to convey but he once knew someone who did. This was a place you would've thrived in and maybe some part of him wanted you to be there, some sick joke life was playing really.

His whole body froze right as he knew it. There you were, that silk baby pink dress that just made you glow paired with that white fur shawl that he remembers you showed off to him. How adorable you were telling him that it caught your eye and might be useful at a formal event.

Something he thought he'd only ever see in his dreams again.

Barely blinking as you stared at the painting mounted on the wall with this golden frame, you expression deep in thought yet your eyes were glassed with admiration.

What does he do? Without thinking, he stepped forward in hopes that his body would be strong enough to be able to approach you.

He was about to when.. a man approaches you, embracing you from behind. You were caught of guard but you quickly realize who it was and it was clear to John what your familiarity was with this man.

The image of the man burying his face on the nape of your neck was more than enough to cruelly twist the knife in his heart that's been lodged there for the past 3 years.

Those three words uttered by the man, loud enough for John to hear, the same one you'd always tell him but he rarely returned for a reason he himself is unaware of.

The sound of the camera clicks snapped Price out of his trance, paparazzi, who wouldn't want to capture an intimate, romantic moment between a couple who both happened to be rich?

He couldn't do anything to fix this even if he tried, for all he knew you were now in the arms of a influential, dangerous man who would destroy John's life if he wanted to. He gulps, not knowing what to do..

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A/n: Was this inspired by that one scene from Twisted LIes?? Idk what you're talking about 👀 ALSO DON'T SPOIL ME, I'M ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH THE BOOK

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[beababoobies]

Hi!

Can I please request Sir Pentious x reader NSFW headcanons/fic/whatever you wanna write?

If not that's okay, I hope you're having or have had a wonderful day :)

👀… yeah. I gotchu. I um. Yeah. 👀

Double Trouble - Headcanons + Minific

warning. smut. filth. you know the deal. that’s why you’re here. AFAB reader. enjoy lovely.

🐍 He’s super self conscious at first. It’s not easy having two dicks! Especially when both of them are bigger than average. He’s super hesitant to even touch you at first, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

🐍 A bottom. Jesus Christ, a bottom. Physically and emotionally this man is farthest from dominant. If you really wanted him to, he could try? But he’s just really soft & sweet..

🐍 He’ll encourage & praise you the entire time… when he’s not on the verge of losing it. Whether you only want to try taking one, or maybe if you’re extra adventurous and want to try both of them… not recommended, but it’ll turn him into a whiney mess.

🐍 Cries during sex. Just kiss his tears away and tell him he’s being good for you and he’ll have to hold never want to leave. Practically melts underneath you.

🐍 His fav position is definitely, DEFINITELY cowgirl (/boy.) and he will always be grabbing at you when he’s on the bottom. Your waist, your chest, your thighs. Your skin is just so soft and warm, he can’t help it. 

🐍 He prefers sitting cowgirl though, so he can kiss you.  He loves being at eye level. Sex is about love & intimacy to him, which is one of the reasons he really can’t understand Angel. How can you be so loving with that many people??

🐍 Sensitive. Very, very sensitive. Also, because he’s cold blooded, his cum is most on the cold side. Which means he always wants to cum inside you. You’re just so warm and lovely, he doesn’t ever want to pull out…

🐍 Whiney. Vocal. Whiney and Vocal. He will be writhing and whining at the smallest touches. Your name, small praises, begs. If you want to do it at the hotel in your room, you’re going to have to gag him on something, or slap your hand over his mouth. Those walls are too thin for this mans behaviour.

🐍 Loves going down on you. Whether it’s eating you out for hours until you have to forcefully shove him away, or just nipping at your thighs for a couple minutes. He loves the taste of you on his tongue. The vibrations of his long tongue pressed up against your favourite spots when he hisses? 

🐍 I digress.

You had finally felt brave enough to attempt to take both of them - usually, you’d be riding one of them and stroking the other, it was a gorgeous sight - albeit, messy - with him begging and crying underneath you. But this time, he was trying to keep it together. For you.

It had already been thirty minutes of him making you cum multiple times from eating you out, now all pussy drunk beneath you as he fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, piercing him lips together the best he could to stop himself from whining.

“You’re doing - ngh, sssss-ssso good, my dear..” he hissed out, watching your run your lubed up slit up an down the tip of his cocks, preparing yourself for what you knew would be a painful stretch. You sighed softly as you held still, lining both the tips up with your entrance before gently pushing yourself down, a choked moan coming from your mouth as you grabbed on tightly to the sheets beneath you.

“Oh my ssssatan.” He mumbled softly, clenching his eyes shut extra tight as he gently rubbing your hip, trying to help you ease into it. He knew you were in some pain, but for him? God, this was fucking euphoric. Having the love of his life trying to ride both of his cocks, warm walls clenching tightly around his tips as you tried to go down lower. 

Through his brain fog, he trailed one of his hands down to your cunt, gently using his thumb to rub small circles against your sensitive bud, making the pain fade more and more into pleasure as you let out a sigh of relief, bending your knees just a little bit more to take more of him. 

“Ssssso good.” He whines out, throwing his head back as he tries his best not to accidentally buck his hips into you as you let yourself get used to the feeling, being stretched out so thin felt so good, but that didn’t change the fact that there was still that light stinging, and you ended your mental battle with dropping down completely, lurching forward with a sharp whine.

“g-godsss - ssso tight.” He mumbled out as he let you get used to the feeling, both of his cocks already throbbing for release inside of you. God, this might be heaven on earth, is all he could think - the feeling of you, tightly clenched around him, wet and needy, taking both of his cocks.

He didn’t even want redemption anymore. This was heaven. 

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: yandere!gn!reader. use of restraints. obsessive/delusional behavior [reader]. implied extremely dubious consent. sexually suggestive. uses prompts from here. wc: 750 Yandere Minific Masterlist

“Don’t you think the seastone is a little unnecessary?” Sanji winds his body again, just as he has been for hours now, pulling against the slack you’ve left him—just enough to let him think he has a chance at freedom. But you’ve studied him, read all the newspapers, traveled to islands to hear first-hand accounts, and you know just what it will take to keep him right where you want him.

“It’s just a precaution, my love,” you coo, watching sweat bead on his forehead, his pretty blonde hair clinging to his skin. His skin is flushed, reddened from exertion, his chest heaving with panting breaths—just the way you picture it will be once he’s ravished you, devoured you, whispered your name against your skin as he fills you over and over again.

“My friends will come for me,” he says through gritted teeth as he bends and twists once more, balling his hands into fists. “My friends will come, and then you’ll regret this—I can assure of you that!”

“Careful now, mon cher—you don’t want to mess up your beautiful hands,” you chide, clucking your tongue as you stroke his skin and lean down to pry his fist open and press his slender fingers against your cheek. A shudder runs down your spine, electricity sparking in your nerves—he feels like heaven. You turn your face and kiss the palm of his hand, sticking out the tip of your tongue and running the pointed tip up along his middle finger. “I want to know how you’ll taste between my teeth, is that so wrong?”

“Maybe in another life, I’d fall in love with you, angel,” he scoffs, though you can detect a softness in his tone, a kindness towards his captor that, though probably undeserved, is deeply desired. “But it won’t happen like this.”

It’s cute how he resists, charming even. He doesn’t yet understand the kindness you’ve done for him, the way you’ve saved him from himself. All those women he’d been known to flirt with and fawn over, they could never love him the way you do, the way you will. They don’t appreciate him—not a one of them, and certainly not those beguiling harlots that he sails with. They don’t deserve the artistry of his cooking that you’ve heard so many stories about, they don’t deserve his kind heart and his giving nature, they don’t deserve him. But you—you deserve him, don’t you? You deserve a man who will throw himself at your feet and worship you, who will care for you and make sure you’re never hungry for food or love. And he’s right here in front of you, all yours for as long as you both shall live.

“Oh Sanji, you’re even more handsome than the way people describe you." He barely suppresses a grin as you lavish him with praise—it’s working just as intended, the Strawhats’ Love Cook will be wound around your finger in no time at all, dancing on the precipice of love, ready to fall for you with just the slightest push. "The pictures in the paper don’t do you an ounce of justice.”

You straddle his lap and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth as you lightly grind against him. He lets out a soft, strangled noise that you can only assume was a groan that he tried (and failed) to suppress; he may be resistant, but if there’s one thing you know about Blackleg Sanji, it’s that he can’t resist a pretty face, even if it belongs to the one who captured him and bound him in chains.

“You think you can just”—Sanji turns his head away from you and clenches his eyes shut, as if not gazing upon you will stop how his body betrays him—“just say some nice things and press your body—your warm, soft body—against me and I’ll just forgive you for what you’ve done?”

“Sanji, Sanji, Sanji—you’ll fall in love with me in due time, just like the good boy I know you are.” You lean down and bury your face in his neck, shuddering at the spice of his cologne, the subtle musk of his sweat. You gently nip at his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, and sigh as you feel him beginning to stir beneath you as his hips lift to meet yours, almost of their own accord. “You just look so delicious…and I won't stop until I’ve eaten every bite.”

[lxstfathier]

old jedi texts

Master! Luke Skywalker x reader

Minific

Summary: you’re horny and needy, but luke is busy, so you de decide to have fun on your own… but he didn’t expected you to ride his arm.

Warnings: arm riding, slight degradation, dom! luke (obviously), outdoors activities.

A/N: i still don’t know how, but you guys won the poll!! so here it is, as i promised, the arm riding fic! personally i’m not sure if i like it, it’s probably not my best work lmao, but i hope that at least all of my luke girlies enjoy this! 💗

“Not now, i’m busy” that’s what Luke told you, nearly five hours ago.

It’s a free day at the jedi academy. Most of his padawans are meditating or doing chores, with an exception of the younglings, they usually just watch the holo movies that r2d2 projects all evening. You are laying down on a blanket, in the middle of a bamboo forest, enjoying the last rays of sunshine, and of course, Luke is laying by your side too.

But he’s been reading the old jedi texts all day. Without a single break. And you haven’t been able to distract him, not when you told him to eat some fruit with you, and not even when you insinuated that you could have some fun together while finally alone.

And it’s not that he neglects you, no, most of the time he’s an amazing lover, but today you just can’t get him to stop. He’s stubborn on finishing at least two of those thick books. It doesn’t matter how much you try, if you kiss his neck or if you slightly run your hand over the crotch of his black sweatpants, nothing will change his mind.

Maybe it would be easier if he wasn’t so tempting. How are you supposed to not feel needy if he’s right there, wearing nothing but those sweatpants, with his bare bare torso showing all his toned muscles, while teasing the pages of the books with the tips of his fingers. It’s too much.

The tingle reappears between your legs, and you can already feel the wetness pooling down there. So you decide to try one last time. Maybe it results on him scolding you, or maybe he finally pounds you right there until the blanket ends up drenched in sweat and cum. And there’s only one way to find out.

Getting closer to him, you run a finger through his lips, and then make your way down his chest, drawing circles on the soft skin.

“Please fuck me” you plead, using your most seductive voice, the one that you know makes him melt.

“I’ll fuck you at night” he says, slightly annoyed but at least taking his blue eyes off the book to look at you for a few seconds. “Now, if you’re so horny, you can hump my thigh.”

Your lips form a pout immediately. You’ve humped his thigh countless times before, and even though you enjoy it, you want something different… and that’s when a certain idea comes straight to your mind.

Moving your hand, your finger makes its way to his left arm, tracing his bulky bicep and the vein that runs through it. So masculine, so strong, and so damn hot. You can’t recall how many times you have stared at his arms more than you should, clenching your thighs together at the sight of those muscles.

So you sit up, gently moving his hand away from the book, just to make his arm lay on the blanket.

And for a moment Luke thinks that maybe you want him to finger you, but once he reads your thoughts, he knows exactly what do you want, and how kinky you’re about to get.

“You can keep reading” you say as you lift up your skirt and straddle his arm, pressing your clothed pussy against his bicep. “I don’t want to distract you”.

Well, of course he is distracted now, and he can already feel the blood rushing to his cock. But he won’t fall for it, no, after all these years he is an expert at self-control, so he just lets you do your thing while he pretends to concentrate on his book again.

Moving your panties to the side, you start to slowly rock your hips back and forth, while your hands rest on his shoulder and your eyes close shut. Just concentrating on how good it feels to be riding his arm.

Soft moans escape from your lips, and it’s not long until you find the perfect rhythm, grinding your clit and sticky folds against him at a pace that has you seeing stars.

“Such a needy slut” Luke growls, his book now long forgotten, way too distracted with your lustful actions to be able to read. “Look at you, humping my arm like a hound in heat”.

“Sorry” you whine. “Couldn’t help it”.

You won’t last long, not after you’ve been so pent-up all day, finally getting your much needed relief. And he knows it, so he decides to help you a little bit, using the force to send intense vibrations straight to you clit.

“Ah!- Luke!”.

A cocky smile appears on his lips when he hears you moan his name like that, so pornographic, while you can’t help but move your hips faster and dig your nails on his tanned skin.

He would be lying if he said that it didn’t boost his ego to see you lose yourself in such a pathetic way. Just with his arm.

“Cum for me pretty girl” Luke commands, that stern tone in his voice only sending you over the edge.

The burning fire on your lower belly gets stronger with each movement of your hips, now riding his bicep desperately fast, trying to enjoy the feeling just a bit more, until you can’t control any of it.

Suddenly, your orgasm snaps and you come undone, whimpering as the pleasure consumes every part of your body. So intense that it’s almost too much. Not even noticing that you created a huge mess all over his arm, making it glisten under the evening sun with your sweet juices.

“Yeah, that’s it” he praises you while you ride out your high, running his gloved hand over your thigh. “Are you happy now?”.

“Mhm” is all you can answer.

“Good, cause i still need to finish reading this”.

Luke doesn’t sound annoyed anymore. Actually, he enjoyed the show, it was quite… interesting. But as much as he would love to give you more attention and fuck your brains out immediately, he can’t, he is a busy man and must get back to his jedi studies.

So, with trembling legs, you get off his arm and lay down again, cuddling up by his side. It wasn’t too tiring, but maybe you’re more relaxed now that you got some release, causing you to feel sleepy once the high is over.

“You can take a nap if you want” Luke says, sensing your exhaustion as he runs a hand through your hair. “I gotta study a few more chapters”.

You don’t even answer, you just close your eyes and rest for a while, hearing the beating of his heart and the soothing quietness in the middle of the bamboo forest.

And he keeps reading. Or at least tries to. His mind is still thinking about you, occupied by the image of your pretty pussy rubbing against his bicep, and the cute noises you made while doing it. So now you’re going to pay a high price for that distraction.

Actually… he’s already planning all the things he’ll do to you at night.

[raccoonfallsharder]

eidos-rocket headcanons

nonnie asked: Do you have any head canons for Eidos Rocket with an S/O?

sweet chickadee, do i ever. sfw & nsfw headcanons for eidos-rocket behind the cut. my headcanons are too long tho so thursday i will post the lil minific that i wrote you. gn reader & it's just a tiny bit spicy (i'll link it here once it's posted). i hope you enjoy! ♡♡

here it is: ᯓ⋆｡°✩practice (an eidos-rocket minific) ✩

also please bear with me if there are any major inconsistencies with game canon. unlike the movies, i couldn't really rewatch a million times, nor is it quite as easy to do research to fill in the gaps as it is with the movies.

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sfw headcanons

eidos-rocket dates a LOT. he's a big fan of the idea that two (or more) people can enjoy themselves and each other without any strings attached. unfortunately for you (and himself), the only people he's ever felt (or allowed himself to feel) committed to were lylla and tella, and to be honest, he's got a lot of hang-ups about both of 'em. one sacrificed herself so he could be free of the kree and he still feels like he owes her; the other stole the ship he hacked for her and left him to the wolves. if he's had any scrap of personal affection or optimism for biologicals left after rak-mar, it had evaporated then, and had only been resurrected by (and exclusively for) groot.

nevertheless, he'll get along with you as well as he could be expected to get along with any new person in his life. maybe you're a newbie on the guardians team, or maybe you're a stranger he picks up at a contraxian bar. hell, maybe you're a dancer at that place he likes so much on knowhere. he'll put up with you the same way he puts up with mantis: a little baffled at what he perceives as your weirdness, and surprisingly receptive to whatever endearments you accidentally levy against him. but whether your presence in his life begins with a sexual proposition, a date, or a job on the milano, once he starts developing more intense feelings for you, he'll shut down. even having a crush will feel like a betrayal of the otter who gave her life for him to escape the kree - plus he’s not really looking to get betrayed again. he'll spend way too much time hating himself, distrusting you, and trying to push you away - usually by blaming you for petty slights that he knows he's either made up or exaggerated. (better to get pissed at you for some stupid minor insult or misunderstanding than get betrayed later.) of course, every time he’s a dick, he'll feel like scut about it. he'll have a powerful urge to grovel, but he’ll ignore it - at least till he finally believes that he's safe to feel something for someone again. luckily for him, he's got you to help him get there.

remember how protective eidos-rocket is of groot? now that he trusts you and realizes how much he wants you in his life, he's starting to feel the same way toward you. well, not exactly the same way, obviously - but though it's taken him a while to come around on it, he now realizes you're just as sweet as his big best friend, and just as in-need of someone to look out for you and make sure you're not taken advantage of by all the scut n' chogs out here. you think it's just impatience at first - when he starts towing you around knowhere with your wrist clamped in his hand - but it's more about wanting to make sure he can keep track of you, and plant himself safely in front of you if any weirdos show up.

like his counterparts, eidos-rocket doesn't sleep much. if he stops thinking for long enough to rest, his mind immediately rotates wartime memories and flashbacks from the kree labs. he'll spiral out, thinking of the brain-numbingly repetitive tasks he'd been forced to do, growing more and more panicked rather than actually resting. plus, something about sleep makes his subconscious call up memories of the sensory deprivation tanks. sure, they weren't as painful or agonizing as his other memories of conditioning, torture, experimentation, and battle, but they're what he most often has nightmares of: being nothing, floating in nothing. the epitome of alone-ness. which is why he's such a sap for being touched. the first time you'd reached out instinctively to ruffle the too-soft-looking fur at the base of his thickly-velveted ears, he'd swatted at you with both hands like you were a goddamn bug. flarkin' infantilizing, he'd growled. but at some point, you'd done it again (on accidental impulse, of course; all things considered, you're probably the least invasive person he knows, so he should really cut you some slack). it had still given him a bit of panic, but no-one had been around, so he'd settled for glaring at you. fortunately for you both, it hadn't been too long before he'd admitted to himselfthat he wants you to touch him all the time.

now that eidos-rocket trusts you enough, he’s particularly partial to you grooming him. the feel of your fingers stroking through the ruff along his cheeks, running through the surprisingly-silky texture of his little beard? he loves when you braid it for him. it feels so good that he can’t help but close his eyes and tilt up his face, like a cat getting chin-scratches. if he’s in a good mood, he’ll even let you pick the beads. that’s a gesture of true intimacy, by the way. you think he’d trust just anyone to honor his aesthetic?

since we're talking about his goatee and his aesthetic, let's admit that eidos-rocket is by far the most vain of all his current incarnations. the manicured neatness of that little beard and its embellishments? the obscene fluffiness of his tail? this guy uses a high-quality oil to keep his fur and skin in good condition. it started when he stole some fancy beard-oil from some spartoi jerk for scut n' giggles, but then he'd learned the luxury was actually pretty nice. he'd eventually found a knowhere vendor he can buy some good stuff from, and for pretty cheap. he gets it custom-made, and it's mostly scentless, with undertones of something like black pepper and cedar.

speaking of fur: bury your nose in eidos-rocket's fluffy neck-scruff and you'll find that in addition to the faint cedar-and-pepper scent, he smells like iron, engine fuel, and something reminiscent of gunpowder. and maybe some kind of booze he probably didn't pay for at mantlo's - like a spicy, caramelly kind of rum. plus, he for sure smokes, so he probably smells at least a little like burnt everbloom, which gives him an additional sort of smoky, gingery scent.

nsfw headcanons

let me be real clear that rocket in almost all universes and timelines will fuck (barring certain kinds of trauma i'm not into adding to his life-story). mcu-rocket knows better than anyone that bodies aren't a good indicator of a person's worth. comics-rocket is canonically attracted to people of all shapes and sizes and numbers of tentacles or whatever. similarly, eidos-rocket seems way more interested in whether or not a particular partner or partners are going to make him feel good (and his own ability to make them feel good) than whether or not they have a certain kind of genitalia, how many limbs they've got, or their percentage of body-fat. (again, physical sensation is a whole thing for him thanks to the history of sensory deprivation…)

relatedly & since we mentioned how much eidos-rocket struggles with the memories of the deprivation tanks, it’s worth noting how much he craves your touch as a result. the truth is that having you wrapped around him for the whole sleep-cycle makes it a lot harder for his subconscious to convince him that he's still stuck in sensory-deprivation. even if he does start to drift into one of those dreams, it takes less than a second on waking to remember that he can still feel, and what he feels is you, all around him. maybe he'll press his ear to your chest: even though he can already hear your heartbeat without trying, he wants it so loud that he can taste it. sometimes, that's enough. other times, he'll wake you by pulling you fully on top of himself, needing the heat and weight of you, feeling your pulse against his mouth. if he's a certain kind of desperate, you'll wake up with his tongue or his dick inside you - as long as you've said you're okay with it, of course. i don't think eidos-rocket considers himself into somno, per se - this is far more about an urgent need for the comfort of feeling you more than kink, necessarily.

but since we're talking about kink, let it be known that eidos-rocket is the most openly-filthy rocket. he's got no problem acting out in public, touching you, trying to embarrass you. ugh, i hate gettin' wet; wet fur is the krutackin' worst, he'll say loudly in front of the whole fam. then, without skipping a beat, his eyes will dart at you mischievously. well, maybe there're some exceptions...

there's also something of an exhibitionist in eidos-rocket, as long as he's the one pulling the strings. getting you aroused in public is a fun game and it makes him smug as hell, and he doesn't generally think about being self-conscious about sex after having spent so much time on knowhere and contraxia. but on the rare occasion that you turn the tables, and he gets flustered - self-conscious, flattered, turned-on, needy - he can't hide it anywhere near as well as the other rockets. mcu-rocket might scuff his feet, scrub at the back of his neck, and look away; comics-rocket barely reveals anything beyond a brief widening of his eyes and a flicker of tail and ears (unless he's a skottie young rocket, in which case, he has no shame whatsoever) but eidos-rocket will be trying (and failing) to hide his blush so obviously that the poor guy might as well not even have any fur. i mean, hell, did you notice the scene where quill was like, "you deserve a little praise"? poor guy was curled in on himself, hiding his face, suddenly couldn't have mouthed-off to save his life. speaking of praise...

eidos-rocket generally likes to be in charge in the bedroom, like all rockets - but if you want to see his mouth snap shut, his eyes get wide, and watch him unravel into something close to subby, all you have to do is offer up some sincere, specific compliment. yeah, i headcanon all rockets as having something of a praise-kink, but how that looks can vary wildly across the multiverse. for this guy? well, let's just say that if you play your cards right and tell him just how good and deserving he is, eidos-rocket will be salivating to give you whatever you krutackin' want.

other kinks? eidos-rocket will try almost anything twice, as long as he feels safe (admittedly, that's a high bar, though you've managed to surpass it in multiple ways). but we know he's mentioned how much he enjoys "the place with the dancers." you may or may not have easy access to a pole - but offer him a chair dance, and those clever hands of his will be clutching and flexing, eyes unblinking while they drink you up. clumsy? he doesn’t care. the very idea of you dancing for him turns him on as much as actually watching your beautiful body undulate, revealing a bit more of yourself to him with every breath. let it turn into a lapdance and he'll think this is a newer and more dangerous version of the Promise — and even if it is, he ain’t tryin’ to leave. he'll fight himself to keep his hands off of you, not wanting it to end even a half-second early. eventually, it'll become a competition between the two of you: him trying to keep you writhing on him for as long as possible, and you trying to get him to break and fuck you. by the time he finally cracks, you might regret riling him up so damn much.

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[queerbatboy]

Jegulus drabble, maybe a minific?

Thinking about Biker James Potter... him and Sirius would be really into motorcycles and i can totally see them being besties who post abt their bikes like they're actual ppl.

ALSO besties Remus and Regulus who like to meet at the local cafe that Lily owns and gossip about books and people walking by when James parks outside to grab some coffees and pastries on the way to meet up with Sirius-

Remus and Reg are doing one of their favourite activities which is judging passerby's as potential dating options because Regulus is always whining about being lonely and hating seeing happy couples bc eww 🙄🙄[Remus is just as bad, only less vocal abt it.] When James walks in, Regulus is immediately VERY unsubtle about looking him up and down. Remus is now judging him bc "Mate you cant even see his face."

"Shut up. just the other day you got a glimpse of some guy at the club and have been waxing poetic about him since. i mean, honestly? all you saw was some black curly hair and a leather jacket dude."

"That's different! there was something about him i swear! and his dancing; oh the way he moved was fucking sinful you dont understand-"

"Yeah yeah i get it he looked like an angel who moved like a devil; you've told me a million times in the past 48 hours I swear. -Wait shut up shut up hes taking off the helmet look!"

"Oh? yeah i guess hes good looking, pretty face. not really my type though" Remus looks over to Regulus whose jaw is now hanging open while his eyes look as if they'll fall out of his skull if he strains them any further. "Reg, you're drooling."

"Am not."

"You so are. Go ask him for his number" Remus nudges Regulus, trying to get him to go over to the counter where James was.

"Fuck no. i'm not just going to go over there and talk to him! 'oh hi i've been staring at you since you came in because you're so hot i feel like i'm going to die if you don't look at me' i mean are you kidding?? Remus? rem- NO. nonononono don't you DARE! oh i'm going to fucking kill you."

Remus calls out and waves at James to come over, smiling at him. "Hey, my friend here was wondering what model your bike is, it looks sick."

Regulus is so fucked. Not only is the handsome stranger even hotter now that he's facing them, big brown doe eyes looking at Regulus with curiosity and, maybe, interest? shit. But the gorgeous stranger is looking at him, waiting for him to say something, and Regulus knows absolutely fucking nothing about motorcycles.

should i continue this? definitely not my best writing as its just me getting thoughts out of my head but oh boy does this AU have a chokehold on me. I'm also thinking artist reg for this au, because duh, ofc im projecting onto him. not sure what remus is doing with his life tho... open to suggestions.

Ps. btw in this AU sirius and regulus are still brothers, but they don't talk much and havent really seen eachother in a few years after a big argument about how sirius left him alone with their parents as a teenager etc.

[wrencatte]

mini fic 8 ! Fallen Order - Bogano First Visit - Cal & Greez & Cere Cal likes to sleep in...interesting places. Greez POV - 1.6k words

ao3 minific link - chapter 7 (beard)

Cal comes back from exploring more of Bogano limping, but in good spirits. Giddy, even!

Greez would almost be suspicious of it, not quite trusting the kid still, if it weren’t for how…young he looks with his cheeks flushed and his hair wild, holding an animated conversation with that droid that’s apparently sticking around. It takes years off him. Makes him look his age and like he wasn’t – like he wasn’t part of what was a genocide of his people.

Oh…great. Now Greez is sad just from looking at him.

He goes back to focusing on sprucing up the Mantis, determined to ignore his growing fondness for a kid who could scrap his ship for credits in a heartbeat. Scrappy describes the kid in more ways than one and Greez is not getting attached, stop. But he is. Because Cal is serious and jaded, but he also listens to Greez when he talks about the upgrades he’s done to the Mantis, asking intelligent questions and actually interested in the answer. He loves all food, never picky even when Cere’s nose wrinkles just a bit. When he laughs, it sounds like he means it despite all the terrible things he’s gone through. And – he’s just a kid. How could Greez dislike a kid who’s gone through such hardships and yet is still trying to do some good in galaxy?

He wonders vaguely if that’s a Jedi thing or a Cal Kestis thing – and decides maybe it’s a little bit of both. Cere’s a good person too. He can see the similarities in the two of them, raised on the same values and lessons, just trying their best in a galaxy that hates them.

Greez is so good at ignoring his own feelings and everything around him that an hour passes before he realizes…Cal isn’t hanging around anymore. The latero briefly considers being worried, but then dismisses the thought. He’s probably back out exploring Bogano. Sometimes the kid disappears for the entire day, gone before the sun rises and not back until it’s well below the horizon. How he can find so much to explore in this backwater swamp, he has no idea, but he’s not about to go out investigating himself.

Satisfied with that logic, it’s back to buffing out the blaster marks off the Mantis’ exterior. Hm, maybe a new paint job? Cal found something out in one of the workshops, didn’t he? Presented it with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes, laughing when Greez opened it and found an eye-watering pink inside. Pink is a little too distinctive, but Cal handed over another tin of an understated swamp green Greez actually likes. Maybe he’ll tag the kid to help.

He’s distracted by his thoughts by a flash of red-white out of the corner of his eye – BD-1, wandering around and scanning insects that he’s probably scanned a dozen times before.

….with no ginger-haired Jedi in tow.

Great.

Where BD is, Cal should also be. It’s a new rule of the galaxy. Never one without the other. The last time that happened, turns out Cal got tangled up in some rope and was hanging over a drop so high Greez couldn’t see the ground.

“Where is he?” he asks the little droid. He gets a simple beep in response which Greez totally understands. Completely. Yeah.

 – Greez stares blankly, not understanding at all. BD does a little head waggle, making a noise that sounds suspiciously like a droid’s version of laughter. That little shit.

“Hey! We can’t all be fluent in fifty billion languages. Give me a break.”

He may be over-estimating that number by a tad, but it’s definitely a high number. The translation matrix in the Mantis isn’t exactly top notch, but it has a pretty decent database and it still glitches when Cal gets worked up and switches to a new language he hadn’t used before.

The question is how does he know so many and the answer gives Greez a headache every time.

He will never understand the Force.

“Just…where is he? If he fell in a hole and broke is leg somewhere Cere’s gonna to kill me.”

Or ran into another, what did he call it? An oggdo? According to Cal, he barely escaped with his life. Still injured from their escape from Bracca and caught by surprise, the kid lost a good chunk of his poncho and had to be hosed down before being let back onto the ship, covered in toad gunk and mud. Now that he’s healed, he’s supposed to be figuring out their next move concerning the Vault, but maybe he’s decided to throw himself into a fight with an oggdo again – and lost, and that’s why BD’s here, looking for help.

BD-1 would be more frantic if that was the case, right?

“Where’s Cal?”

Ah, speak and she shall appear. The galaxy really is just out to get him.

Greez face-palms as he turns to see Cere standing on the Mantis’ ramp, looking a little sleep ruffled but getting more and more awake as her gaze bounces from Greez to BD-1 and never to Cal because Call isn’t here. The fact that she’s stopped long enough to fall asleep, let alone actually slept, is a kriffin’ miracle. She’s been non-stop ever since they picked up Imperial communications of a Jedi on Bracca and said Jedi turned out to be a teenager who decided to immediately pass out from his injuries once they entered hyperspace.

And that was nearly three weeks ago.

“Heeyy, Cere. Have a nice nap?”

She raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “I did, actually. Now, where’s Cal?”

Greez waves a hand. “Oh, you know him. He’s probably getting distracted by some new thing to explore.”

Cere crosses his arms, eyes flickering down to where BD-1 is watching them. “And I’m sure he made a conscious decision to do that without BD-1, didn’t he?”

“Maybe. You never know.��� Greez feels oddly defensive, and he wonders if that’s a Jedi Master ability, making him feel like a kid who stole from the sweets jar when it reality it was his brother.

BD bwoops, it almost sounds like he’s laughing, hopping from foot to foot before he takes off, disappearing behind the ship’s ramp quick as a blink. Greez and Cere exchange bewildered looks. All they can do is follow. Where BD is, Cal will also be. And in turn, where Cal is, BD will be there. This they’ve learned – Cere when she nearly tripped over the droid sitting patiently as Cal meditated. Greez when he went to the second level of the Mantis for storage and found BD standing guard as Cal quietly had some sort of panic attack.

Kindred spirits, Cere had called them with a sad sort of smile on her face.

When they make their way under the Mantis – Cere having to duck – what greets them is, quite frankly, an adorable sight.

Cal is curled up in the shadows, poncho pulled tight around him, head cradled on his arm.

Deeply asleep. He’s not even talking like he sometimes does. His expression is relaxed, content even. A few of the brown, bouncing critters that dig burrow – boglings? – are piled up around him like a lump of dozing akk dogs. Ears twitch. Legs kick out as they dream. They’re snoring. These little sounds that Greez will never admit out loud he finds cute. If he listens closely enough, he can hear a deeper snore from beneath the pile – Cal.

BD beeps quietly, a job well done in letting them know where Cal is, then skitters over to the kid, picking carefully around various limbs until he can tuck himself under Cal’s arm and snuggle against his chest like he’s a bogling himself. Cal makes a soft sound and curls around the droid, holding him close.

“Would you look at that,” Cere says softly, expression aching.

Cal sleeping -- actually sleeping without nightmares or pain – is something neither of them are familiar with at all. And who can blame him? Greez can’t imagine that the kid’s been through. He’ll be having nightmares himself for a long while thanks to Bracca.

“Do we leave him here?” Greez asks, torn between wanting him to sleep and cringing at the amount of mud that’s gotta be soaking into his clothes.

BD whirls in quiet warning, daring them to try and wake Cal. Cere laughs, shaking her head.

“Do you want to be the one who wakes him up?” she asks, her tone amused. Greez grimaces. No thank you. “I thought so. It’s better if we let him sleep, especially if he’s sleeping so well. It’ll be easier to connect to the Force if he’s well rested.”

“So, we just…walk away? Leave him alone?” Sleeping outside isn’t exactly his idea of a good time.

“Are you planning on going any further from the ship?”

“Well, no.”

Cere gestures to the boglings that have, surprisingly, not run away yet. A couple are looking at the two of them with wide, wary eyes, but they seem too comfortable to move. “He has plenty of guards. We’re not going anywhere. You’re more than welcomed to hose him down before he boards.”

“Oh. Yeah. Good point.” Greez is absolutely hosing him down. Bogano mud stinks.

They leave him there, sleeping soundly with BD on guard, but they don’t go far. Cere disappears for only a couple minutes before she comes back out with a holonovel, a drink, and a chair, setting up right where she can juusstt see a peek of Cal under the ramp. Greez picks up the buffer again, pauses in thought, then hurries to grab the swamp green paint tin – after a nanosecond of hesitation, he scoops up the pink paint as well.

He’s sure there’s a non-obtrusive thing he can paint pink. Maybe it’ll get that one bright, looks-his-age smile from Cal again.

[nardos-primetime]

I got the Donnie 'tism and the Leo 'DHD.

Asks are always open (I love asks they're so silly)

Requests are currently closed. (Just be aware I might not always finish them </3)

Call me Rain/Rainy, LED, Leon/Leo/Nardo or Don/Donnie/Tello.

I go by He/Him/His/Himself.

I may or may not be a kinnie of both Leonardo and Donatello. (Mainly Leo though.)

Mainly makes horror and angst aus, but I happily dabble in sillier things as well, there's some lighter things even within my dark aus normally.

(These can contain GORE AND INJURY (MENTAL AND PHYSICAL), PLEASE be warned and take care of yourself first and foremost!)

I normally don't do a ton of romance with the turtles unless it's for lore reasons within a story or something (other than leosagi, possibly donsagi and jasonnie). I do ship some of the adults on occasion for fun Mainly Barsonjitsu? (I Think thats the name I forgot) I absolutely don't do nsfw with the turtles. I might make something like a dick/sex joke here and there or a reference to sex within a story but nothing greater than that.

Feel free to message/ask me about shit, I need to get better with being social and love hearing shit about things I like/make! Just don't be a weirdo, y'know?

(Aka tc*st dni)

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[jacksdinonuggets]

Angel Dust coming back to the hotel after a particularly long day of work with Val, baby Vaggie noticing her big bro feeling down, and even if she doesn't fully understand why he is so sad in her regressed state, she decides to try to cheer him up by being silly, making him gifts, and making him play with her?

Finished! it's like an in-between fic. not really a minific but not really a normal length oneshot. I just came home from the convention and right away started editing.

Angel had come back to the hotel after a long day at work. So many days he had regretted signing his soul away to Val. the lobby was a mess. All of Vaggie’s little gear was scattered around. He had to make sure he didn’t step on one of her car toys as he fell onto the couch, groaning as the bruises on his body were still a bit tender.

“Bubba?” He heard a familiar voice and sat up, seeing little vaggie at the foot of the couch, looking up at him while clingling to her stuffy. She wasn’t in her pajamas yet which confused him a bit

Yet, he forced a smile, trying to make it seem like everything was okay.

“Hey Vaggie, what are you doing up? Isn’t it bedtime?” He picked her up and sat her on his lap. It was about 7:45, Vaggie would usually start getting ready for bed around this time.

“Chawlie letting me stay up till 9,” She said.

“Is she reaaalllyy?” He asked, suspecting that she may be lying

“Mhm! She saids dat since i was a wittle bigger today, I could stay up later!” she answered. She could sense something was wrong with her big brother though. He seemed, sad and tired.

“Does bubba need a bedtime?” 

“No, sweetie, I don’t get tired as quickly as little ones like you do,” he pinched her cheek lightly.

“Bu’ you seem sads ‘nd tired,” Vaggie pointed out. It was hard to keep up his big bro face when all he wanted to do was rot in bed and have another existential crisis. 

“Work was a bit…rough today,” He replied.

“Wough, how?” She asked.

Angel did not want to explain what sexual abuse and physical abuse was to her in her regressed mindset. It might traumatize her littlespace.

“Bubba was treated unfairly,” He decided.

“Dat’s mean. Why woulds someone do dat?” 

Angel sighed. How he wished he knew, “I don’t know, sweetheart, some people are just mean without a reason,” 

Vaggie frowned at that. That wasn’t a good answer! She wanted to know and maybe figure out how to help.

She wanted to cheer her big bro up! He seemed really upset and she wanted to do something to help. She thought about what to do while he bounced her on his leg. Then she had an idea! She would make him something! A picture would help! She crawled out of his lap and grabbed a piece of paper and crayons from the floor

“Whachya doing, babydoll?” He asked, peeking over her shoulder.

“No wook!” She shooed him off. He backed away and waited for her to finish whatever it was that she was doing.

Angel waited a bit. He got pretty curious to what baby vaggie was drawing but with her exorcist reflex, she knew immediately when he was trying to glance over.

“No wooking!” she’d yell at him. He would back off, surrendering.

Finally, she was finished after a couple of minutes. She had a bright smile on her face, very excited for her big brother to see it.

“Oki! You can wook now!” She held up the picture, proudly, letting him see it. It was a picture of Angel inside of a biiigg group hug from all of his hotel friends with a happy, smiling sun in the corner.

Angel smiled. Those nasty thoughts that no one really cared about him, went away. It was like magic. A tear slipped out but he quickly wiped it away to avoid concerning the little.

“Bubba okay?” Vaggie asked, very much seeing that tear slip out.

“Bubba is great, sweetie, thank you. I’m gonna hang this up in my room.” He promised. She seemed really happy that he liked it and gave him another hug. He squeezed her small body with all four of his arms. He was so happy that he had people that cared about him.

[breakfastteatime]

Today's minific is for the anon who requested 'break'.

The cantina is heaving, cheesy music thumping from an elderly sound system. Cal, BD-1 and Greez find a table at the back near the kitchen, with Cal tucked firmly into the corner seat where he can keep an eye on the comings and goings of everyone without running the risk of crashing into them and picking up the echoes adding an extra layer of noise to this place.

Greez looks at him. “Guess a place like this is a lot for someone like you,” he says.

“I’m fine,” Cal says, taking care to close his mind off to the Force. “It’s not like I’ve never been to a cantina before.” It is, however, the first time he’s been to one since he started repairing his connection to the Force. It’s making his head hurt. “These places are always busy.”

“You can’t tell me there was a single cantina on Bracca as lively as this,” Greez says.

“Depends on your definition of lively,” Cal says.

Greez laughs. “Oh, I’m sure you saw plenty of fights. That’s not what this place is. It’s just a bunch of people cutting loose and having fun.”

Cal sees what Greez is talking about, but under that he senses more. There’s a man at the bar looking to drink himself into oblivion after losing his job, and the bartender watching him knows him from the war but opts not to say anything. A woman slips and slides through the crowd trading credits for Spice. Far worse is the undercurrent of violence brewing under the music and dancing. There’s a group of people on the opposite side of the cantina who came here to get drunk and wreck something – or someone, if it comes to that. That’s more like Bracca, where Cal had kept himself small, quiet, and out of trouble as much as possible.

“Yeah, feels good to see a crowd again, ‘specially after the kinds of places we’ve been lately,” Greez says.

There’s a whistle of agreement from BD, who says it’s not so different from life on Bogano if you pit a bog rat against a splox.

Neither of them is wrong, yet Cal’s not sure why they’ve taken a break from the mission to come here. Maybe it’s because there’s only so long any group of people can stay cooped up in the same ship before someone goes crazy, and Greez has seemed twitchier than usual lately. Also, it’s nice to see another planet, even if it is an Outer Rim world with connections to just about every crime syndicate going. The Empire doesn’t have a presence here, so Cal feels surprisingly free.  

Cere arrives with drinks and a tray of bar snacks, most of which are deep-fried. She hands a cheap whiskey to Greez, puts a beer down in front of her seat, and hands Cal something fizzy and sugary. He looks up at her. “Seriously?”

She pushes a basket of fries in his direction. “You’re underage, and there are several enforcers in here.”

“So? There’s a drug dealer here and they’re not stopping her.”

“She’s on the same payroll and you’re not, so you’re not drinking,” Cere replies, sipping her beer. “Not bad. Eat up.” She produces a range of condiment packages from a pocket. “Before I do.”

Grabbing a handful of fries and a spicy dip, Cal stares back at her. “I drank on Bracca.”

Greez nudges him. “You’re not on Bracca anymore, and on my ship, we respect legal drinking ages.”

Cal nudges him back. “We’re not on your ship right now.”

BD beeps his agreement with Cal.

“Oh, hush you,” Greez snaps at BD. “You’re an enabler.” He grabs some fries, puts them on a napkin, and starts covering them in salt. “Cal, you are not drinking. I don’t wanna see you drunk or hungover because that has the potential to be messy.”

“One drink won’t get me drunk,” Cal protests. “My tolerance is better than that.”

“That’s not comforting,” Cere replies around a mouthful of fries. “Anyway, we’re here to take a break. Cal, your pace is admirable, as is your focus and determination, but sometimes you have to pause and reset. This is what we’re doing.”

Cal’s not sure he’s ever paused and reset, or if he did, it was way before he landed on Bracca where pausing and resetting equalled no food and unpaid bills. He sighs and reaches for his drink. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” Cere says. “Have some fries. You’ve earned them.”

Cal follows orders. The fries are good, with that perfect ratio of crunchy outside to soft inside. He pulls more toward him and watches the crowd. He tries not to let the spots of darkness ruin his mood. Greez is right – most people are here to have fun. And while Cal is not about to get up and start dancing (the thought makes him want to melt through the floorboards), he can at least relax and enjoy the fact that, for tonight at least, no one’s actively trying to kill him.

“I definitely want a beer next time,” Cal says. He finishes his soda, punctuating it with a healthy belch.

“Guess we won’t be visiting any cantina’s again ‘til you’re of legal drinking age,” Greez retorts.

Legal drinking age. What a joke, “Greez, I bet I could go up there right now and get served,” Cal says.

Cere stares at him. “Fine.” She hands him a few credits. “I’ll take that bet. Anything to stop your complaining.”

“Oh, c’mon, what kind of bet is that when he’s a you-know-what and he can do weird shit to people’s brains!” Greez protests, barely keeping his voice low enough.

Cal snatches up the credits. “It’s a good bet, and I can’t do any of that.”

Five minutes, and way too many echoes later, Cal returns to their booth, a shotglass in his hand. Greez and Cere both stare at him in total disbelief as BD scans the purple liquid and announces its high alcohol content in a tone suggesting maybe Cal’s taken this bet too far.

“I can’t believe they served you,” Greez mutters. “Cere, this is on you if it backfires.”

“I’m not sure I can let you drink Lum, Cal,” Cere says.

“Says the former flask carrying Lum drinker,” Greez teases.

That’s a story Cal wants to hear later. For now, he takes the shot and ignores Cere and Greez. It burns a little on the way down, and the taste can probably be compared to rust, but he’s had worse on Bracca, between that one time with Prauf’s fire water and all the moonshine Tabbers brewed.

“Unbelievable,” Cere says, leaning back and grinning at him.

Shrugging, Cal reaches for Cere’s leftovers. “So, I get a beer next time too?”

Greez despairs. “Bracca ruined him.”

[lostgracestories]

Idk you, but I rlly like the idea that Morgott use a human disguise when in public (maybe mimic veil or smth else)

So imagine veiled!Morgott being teased by his tarnished consort and trying to make him purr or flustered because he would be an absolute cutie patootie <3

Also the big tired grandpa vibes-

HOLD. MY. COFFEE. I LOVE YOU I COULD KISS YOU (veiled!Morgott writings are a FAV of mine <33333333) I need to show y'all the sketches I have of veiled!Morgott soon now, lol!

Anyways! I wrote a little minific? Drabble? Idk the terms lol I wrote something and here it is <3

erm, apologies for mistakes I'm like half awake rn lmao wc: 631 tw: self-loathing Morgott (typical but very mild)

Veil or no Veil...

It had been some months since you had sealed your consortship with Morgott. There had been a small and brief wedding. This had been due to your, now husband's, fear of betrothing you in his hideous form. You'd had to beg him just for the small wedding not to use mimic veil. Now, here you both were. Morgott had promised you a grand afternoon in the markets, he had even told you that you had no spending limit. It was a rare planned date from your husband and it caused you to bubble with excitement. Well... this was until you saw the man that offered his hand to you with a slow and regal bow...

He was using mimic veil...

"Beloved- do you truly need to hide your features for a simple outing this afterno-" Morgott cut you off, standing tall and it was clear he was not going to allow protest this time. Perhaps... if it made him more comfortable... you were alright with it.

"I will hear no words of protest fall from thy lips. Come, let us enjoy this day fore we must return" You offered a careful look but took your husband's hand in yours, sighing as your shoulders, and his, relaxed. You hadn't noticed you'd been so tense. Without another moment to think, Morgott led you onward, guiding you toward the market.

You watched as his silvery curls, tied into a messy bun, bobbed and lightly blew around with his movements. He was still tall like this but not nearly as tall as you knew him to truly be. He had muscle in this form as well but it could not compare to the large fur and hair strewn biceps that you so dearly loved... if only he saw himself the way that you did.

As hours passed by and you ventured the market with your husband, you found that you quite missed the subtle swish of his tail behind him when you spoke to him. Now, as you stood in your shared favorite bookstore, you watched as Morgott became engrossed in the wide variety of poetry adorning the back shelves. A sly grin pulled at your lips as a devious thought came to mind and you slowly and quietly approached while his hands held the spine of a particular book, his eyes locked on a page...

The purr you drew from him was jarring and loud. He had not expected your gentle fingers to come trailing up his back as you looked over his arm to see what he read. For a moment he was locked in place, utterly embarrassed at the sound you had drawn out of him, in his veiled guise no less...

"Love of mine-" He hadn't meant to but his voice came out low and raspy and above all else... flustered...

"You make such pretty noises, love... if only you would pair your gorgeous face with them..." You hummed thoughtfully as you twirled a strand of his hair between your finger tips.

Morgott's breath caught in his throat at her bold proclamation, in public no less. He wasn't sure if he should feel mortified or scoop her up and rush home with her. His one eye blinked at her simply in shock as she smiled to him innocently, her hand coming up to brush over the bandage always wrapped over his unseeing eye in this form.

"Thou art truly seeking to kill me... I can not stand such claims..." You felt a sly grin pull at your lips once more as you placed a hand over his veiled form's chest. You lingered for a moment before finally speaking once more. It was off topic, but you could hardly keep the words from escaping. "I would love you, veil or no veil..."

[adorablebabypenguin]

Hi!!!! Your sebchal minific was adorable!

I'm not sure if you are open to prompts, I am so sorry if I am just randomly sending one, you can just ignore this in that case.

Seb and lewis maybe?

Or any driver with mini seb?

Anyways loved your cute sebchal minific! :)

So so sorry for the late reply anon, I forgor ;(

Oh Lewis is 100% the best caregiver to seb, for sure no one can deny he gives off cool dad vibes, he’d be an absolute sweetheart too.

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“Dinners ready!” Lewis called from the kitchen. No answer, no sounds, nothing

That wasn’t usual, Seb was always exited for dinner when he was little, especially if it was his favorite “Seb, love? Dinners ready, it’s your favorite!” Lewis called from the living room this time. He placed the plates down, waited for a few seconds and again, nothing.

Lewis eyebrows furrowed as he thought for a few seconds, was Sebastian not hearing him? It wouldn’t be the first time this happened, especially if he was playing with Roscoe, the dog always took up his entire attention if that was the case, making Sebastian kind of forget there was an outside world for a few minutes.

He went up the stairs without much hurry, headed to Sebastian’s room expecting to find the image of Sebastian playing with Roscoe. When he opened the door he was met with a different sight, but, at least in his opinion, a more adorable one.

Roscoe and Seb were napping together on the floor, Sebastian hugging the dog in his sleep. It was clear that Sebastian had been playing with the dog before deciding to take a nap, he didn’t even look uncomfortable with sleeping on the floor, just happy to be sleeping with his buddy.

Lewis let out a quiet laugh as he entered the room and pulled out his phone to take a few pictures, careful to turn off the flash “This one’s going on the frame, ey?” He said entirely to himself. He put the phone back in his pocket as he gently shook Sebastian awake

“Love, love? Do you want to eat or sleep some more?” It took a while for Sebastian to reply, and when he did it was a quiet murmur of ‘sleep’ that Lewis barely understood. He woke up Roscoe gently too, before picking up Sebastian and carrying him over to the bed. The second Sebastian was back to laying down, Roscoe joined back to his old position.

“Alright, I’ll let you two nap for a while”

[enter-the-performapals]

@arcvmonth Day 18 D/D/D- Different Dimension Day!

Even though its a little late (because I wanted to color these lol) I wanted to talk about my Mermaid AU- concepted while I drew my big piece for Mermay this year! I was originally going to turn it into a series basing them on the En cards, but I didnt have time (maybe next year?)

This is a high fantasy AU, of course, and each of the stories happen around the same time-which Ill get into later. All of the Bracelet Girls, Dragon Boys and Zarc + Ray are in their 20's here, with romantic interactions between the expected couples (Fruit, Apple, FallenAngel, Predator, Genesis). All of the stories are unrelated but take place around the same time, with the the exception of the Genesis which takes several decades before.

Just slapping the word 'Mermaid' on a character and not basing them on a sea creature has never been an option for my autism brain, so I based the girls off of sea creatures I thought suited them!

Yuzu is based on a Betta fish- the only freshwater mermaid out of the five- mainly because I think theyre gorgeous with their lovely flowing tails, but also because theyre highly territorial, which I will get into later.

Rin-Rin is based off of one of my favorite sea creatures, the Lionfish. Bright and beautiful, but venomous and a ruthless predator. She's also Siren.

Ruri is based on a Parrotfish. Beautiful, iridescent scales and placid nature who live in coral reefs. Also, bird pun becuase I couldnt resist.

Serena is a Human-Mer hybrid whose based off an Angler fish. Scary creatures who use beautiful light not to illuminate their surroundings, but to draw in prey. She requires more oxygen than a normal mermaid, so like a mudfish, she can chill out near the surface of the sea and take in oxygen when she needs to.

Ray is based off of a Sea Angel, which is apparently a sea slug. It's pretty and I dont know much about it, which is the exact same thing I can say about my girl Ray.

Under the cut ill get into my thoughts for each of the AUs! Including a minific which kind of adds a little context to my piece from Mermay!

Ill go over all my ideas for the different storylines - marked by their ship- and at the end is minific! Sorry for any punctuation/spelling mistakes!

Genesisshipping:

Zarc is an apprentice boatsman on his first voyage on a big ship. After smashing into rocky bluffs, the boat he's on capsizes and falls into the ocean. Almost drowning, he is rescued at the brink of death by Ray, who takes him to an uninhabited island to bring him back to life. Over a year or so, the two fall in love and while Zarc does want to escape the island he beleives its futile and doesnt even try. Eventually a ship does come to rescue him, and he promises Ray that he'll make it back to the island one day to be with her.

After hes back on land, people ask him what happened, howd he survive, ect; he eventually lets slip that a mermaid saved him. This makes it around, and eventually wealthy prospectors hear. Entranced by money and power wished to him, he leads hunters to the island to capture Ray.

Thinking that hes back to start a life with her, Ray's shocked when other people come from the boat and try to capture her. Realising Zarc had sold her out, she escapes to the sea, never to be seen again. Realising the error of his ways, Zarc decides to stay on the island after the disgruntled hunters leave in an attempt to attone for his greed and to hopefully see Ray one more time.

Appleshipping:

Hugo had always heard tales about sirens in books and wanted to if they were real or not. After attempt of humours faliures to become part of an actual reputable ship crew, he falls in with some pirates who decide to take him out to the seas. On his maiden voyage, he is so nervous that he cant fall asleep on his first night. Thats when he hears it. A siren's song in the distance.

The rest of the crew asleep, he steals a rowboat to find the source of the singing. He finds it- the most beautiful girl hed ever seen, singing the most beautiful song hed ever heard. He falls head over heels for her at first sight.

While Rin just wanted a meal, she now has to put up with idiot pirate trying to woo her. She is severly displeased about it, and makes it known. Then she realises- this dude is a grade A idiot with the luck of god on his side and now has to live with a human taking up her favorite rock. Ridiculousness insues

FallenAngelShipping:

Ute grew up in a port town that had a great relationship with the fellow merfolk. He and Ruri grew up together, and eventually became a couple. One day, the village was raided by hunters, who both killed and captured the humans and merfolk, burning the town to the ground.

While hed somehow escaped from the raiders, he knows he has to break in to the enemy camp as they transport prisoners and set everyone free.

After weeks of planning and watching them from afar, he finds the perfect moment and storms the encampment, setting everyone free, including his best friend Shun and his lovely Ruri.

While they are displaced, remaining survivors help rebuild the city, and they try to rebuild their lives. Now with round the clock border security :)

Predatorshipping:

Joeri is a wealthy buisness man who found success selling various snake oils in his teens. Feeling bored of scamming people out of their cash, he goes to a beah town in an effort to refresh, regroup his thoughts, and figure out his next buisness move.

While walking a beach in the dead of night, he notices a glow coming from a little cave in the distance. Sneaking a peek, he notices Serena stting, resting, and his mind races. Mermaids are uncommon, but not unheard of but most people havent seen one, so what if he could show her off?

Practically smelling the money from the buisness opportunity, he approaches her. She startles, and draws a weapon on him. That night he tries to talk her down and using all of his sales knowledge and charisma, tries to get her to warm up to him.

While it ends up in faliure, the next night she is in the cave again. And he makes up his mind to convince her to join him, whether that be by convincing her with his words, or bribing her with anything he can get his hands on. He has a goal and wont stop until it's realised.

Fruitshipping:

Feeling wanderlust in his early teens, Yuya decides to dedicate his life to becoming an adventurer to see all the beautiful sights hes read about in his beloved father's old travel diaries. After about a decade of seeing what the continent has to offer, he takes a wrong turn (not the first time) and accidentally stumbles into a serene clearing blanketed in cherry tree blossoms nestled in between foothills. In awe, he explores the adorable little field, picking wild dasies as he goes, and spots a lake fed by mountains. As he investigates, he is jumpscared by a mermaid who warns him to leave immediately or face the consequences.

After a breif moment of shock, he starts to laugh. Yuzu is flabbergasted, as most humans would have fled at that point. He tells her that meeting a mermaid was always on his bucket list and that hes pleased to make her acquaintance, which leaves her even more shocked.

While she is standoffish at first, Yuya sets up camp near the water's edge to really drink in the scenery, subbornly telling an annoyed Yuzu that it was the best vantage point in the clearing.

While he'd oly planned to stay for a couple of days, as he talked to Yuzu- her sharing enchanting stories about the depths of the lake and the merfolk who lived there and in turn, her avidly listening to Yuya's travel stories- he decided to stay through the end of spring... and then summer... until eventually autumn's chill prompts him to eventually- begrudgingly- forces him to start packing up his temporary home.

Over the months the two talked and talked and became best friends. Through the wilting daisy chains they made, to the silly splash fights they shared on hot days, to almost sombre monitoring of deciduous leaves starting to fall as the lake theyd made memories in starts to slowly develop its winter shell, baring the aquatic from the terrestrial.

As they say their goodbyes, Yuya noticing Yuzu shivering slightly as she sits above the water, he promises her to come back in the spring with even more travel stories, handing her one of his earrings in a jesture of his vow. And she is overjoyed.

As they part ways, he catches her tightly gripping the blue crystal of his earring before she slips below the water, and he wishes that winter would just leave and never come back.

Over the winter, Yuya can't stop thinking of his time in the clearing. The curiosity that Yuzu would have for the camp meals he'd cook. The sparkle in her eye as he'd describe one of his adventures. Her concern over even the most miniscule of old wounds hed accrued over the years. Her witty remarks that never failed to get a laugh out of him. That no matter where he went, he'd always wonder what Yuzu would think if she'd been there with him.

As the weather started to turn from hail and snow to bright skies and sunshowers, he practically made a mad dash to the little clearing tucked away on the forgotten road near the foothills, hoping that the ice had melted in the area- if not for the whole pond, at least around the crude dock he'd put together to sit with Yuzu on, so close to where he'd set up camp.

As he approaced the sea of sakura, the blooming daisies, the grass rejuvenated after it winter hibernation, he noticed a figure waiting where she always was early in the mornings before he awoke, brushing her beautiful magenta tinged hair, facing toward the mountains in the distance.

He grinned and picked the prettiest of the wild daisies he could see on the bushes around him.

He was back home and couldn't be happier.

[js589]

Another Locklyle minific! @practicallyasleep was joking to me that Lockwood kept wearing progressively tighter shirts in an effort to get Lucy to notice him.

Unfortunately for him, all Lucy's willing to admit she's noticed is that he looks uncomfortable.

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"Hey Hol..." Lucy winced. She really should have thought this through better, but now that she'd started, there was no other choice but to continue.

"Hmm?" Holly looked up from her salad. "What is it, Lucy?"

"I—" Lucy looked around and shut the door to the basement before starting again. "I want to know if we're—if Lockwood's okay. Financially, I mean."

Holly blinked once and pushed her plate aside. "I mean, I don't have access to his money, but the company accounts are perfectly adequate, and since this is Lockwood we're talking of, he probably has someone managing his own money." She sighed, then, more to herself murmured, "God, I hope he does. I mean, he has to, right? Right." She mustered her usual smile, though her brow furrowed a little bit. "Why exactly do you want to know? And why not ask him?"

God, how was she supposed to explain this without it sounding like something it wasn't? Lucy could already feel her cheeks going warm, and she knew it would be showing. "It's just... He looks uncomfortable. His shirts, I mean. I know he prefers things on the tight side for whatever reason, but I saw his sleeves rolled down the other day and they're too short, and the top button barely fastens and the rest of them, um..." She couldn't even finish the sentence. The only word she could think to use was "straining" and she was certain Holly would have something to say about that interpretation.

Holly's smile went enigmatic. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if he's not quite done getting taller yet. If you'd like, I can suggest he get some new shirts. You know, professionalism and all that. Wouldn't want people to be unable to focus—"

"Thank you, Holly!" Lucy blurted. She turned and bolted.

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Not a minute later, Lockwood popped up from the basement. "Is Lucy okay?"

Whatever else—Holly knew damn well what, of course—was going on with Lucy, Lockwood really was looking a touch less put together than normal, Holly realized. "She... might benefit from an afternoon off," she said judiciously. "She's got a lot on her mind."

"And I suppose she's sworn you to secrecy?" Lockwood drawled. Clearly, he thought this was some kind of girl thing.

She can't even admit it to herself. Holly sighed. Then again, he can't admit it to her, either. "If Lucy wants to explain it to you, then that's her choice. But you know how she is; she tends to prefer someone else being forthcoming first."

Lockwood seemed unsure whether to be annoyed at the (scant!) implication that Lucy might not trust him as much as she trusted Holly, or if he should take Holly's hint under advisement. "Hm." He started rolling his sleeves down to button them. They wouldn't quite reach. She could see Lockwood's cheeks going pink as he struggled.

"I was going to actually ask for the afternoon off myself," Holly lied. "Maybe see if tea would cheer Lucy up. Would you like us to get some shirts for you? It seems you've perhaps had a growth spurt."

(He absolutely hadn't, but Holly was going to offer him a gracious out.)

"Ah, no, I'll... Honestly, I think an afternoon off for all of us sounds good. I'll... tend to... my own shopping. Thanks for pointing that out." Lockwood chewed on his lower lip. Holly truly didn't know whether he or Lucy was worse. "Hol, you haven't already invited Lucy out, have you?"

Holly shook her head.

Lockwood cleared his throat. "I think I'll go do my shopping and then, if it wouldn't put you out, I think maybe I'll take Lucy to tea? Unless you think she—she wouldn't like that."

Holly wanted to scream. "You know, I think she'd like that very much."

Lockwood nodded his appreciation and gave her a small smile. "I'll do that then. Thanks, Holly."

Holly was barely keeping her smile in place. "I hope you—" get it together and tell her how you feel for God's sake "—have a good afternoon together."