#one day he'll use those guns

[randomhealer]

Okay but- Boothill (sfw-nsfw)

warnings: GN reader, not reviewed, nsfw, I lost everything and I'm living on a bench in Penacony. this is crack don't take it seriously pls, hmmm tetanus :)

okay but- Boothill likes to rub his cheek against yours, just because he can't feel you with other parts of his body.

He blushes when you kiss his face but secretly (not so secret since he says it openly) it's his favorite thing

He gets upset easily with anyone who is close to you and this always causes problems for you because he doesn't like it when people touch you, whether they are men or women.

then he follows you behind you like he's your shadow and one second he's behind you quietly and the next he's on the other side of the street fighting with a guy who was looking at you for 5 seconds longer than Boothill would like...

he is vindictive, yes. Once a guy complimented you by giving you a light kiss on the cheek and Boothill spent a week calling this guy and saying threats like: "I know where you live, and I'm going to put a bullet in your head before learning not to touch something that isn't yours"  ends up coming out as "I know where you live, and I- I hope you have a good day" because of his filter

And when did you take him to the Express with you? guy could make a second explosion wanting to fight with everyone until you fight with him so he stays quiet and he will sit on the couch, opening his legs completely while looking at you, waiting for you to sit on his lap. He has no shame as he buries his face in your neck and stays quiet for just a minute before he starts teasing you by biting or licking you. (in front of everyone at Express)

He gets extremely upset if you deny him something (especially a kiss) he will be grumpy all day, mumbling all day almost dramatically. he will complain about this even with a Warp Trotter, But it won't be long before he gets to you and pins you to some surface to take what's rightfully his.

Boothill loves it when you encourage him in something or when you praise him. See you looking at his body with curiosity in your eyes? He can't help but have a smug smile. he smiles more seeing how small your hands are on his chest gives him slight satisfaction but he'll still pat you if your hands wander too much.

He can drink the most variable things possible but he won't drink Himeko's coffee, for some reason his body warns him as if it were a dangerous substance so he always passes the coffee to you as if it were a bomb and an apologetic look...

You may or may not wake up to him in the morning eating bullets from his gun next to your in the bed and he will just look at you with a smile and offer you one even though he knows it's impossible for you to eat it 

NSFW (pls don't read this far if you are underage)

His favorite thing is probably fingering you, he loves doing that because he can occupy himself on your neck while you squirm

but he loves to eat too, to stay between your legs for hours while you get to the point where you start crying and whining while trying to pull his head away from you. His hair is a bit sensitive so he might end up growling and blushing when you pull it.

Does it bite you in every possible place, chest, thighs, neck? yes! your curves? yes too... 

He misses his body, how he could feel your chest on his, the heat of your body on his and how good it would be to feel how hot and tight you are inside, he hates it but he still feels a surge of satisfaction in him as he feels it. see what he can do with just his fingers and his mouth on you.

He may or may not be jealous of vibrators... I mean... are those things giving you more pleasure than him? Ugh but it's okay, he can use these things to his advantage...

Give you more compliments than degradation, not because he wants to but because it's the only thing he can do...

"I know you can give me one more, aren't you my little sunshine?" (this was supposed to be a my little bitch)

He loves to be mean to you in bed, if he can't put words into words then he will act, he loves pulling your hair to kiss you, bite you hard, make you beg for not giving you anything and make you cry for giving you more than you asked for.

His day ends more satisfied when he sees you getting out of bed, shaking with wobbly legs and dirty with your own juice and sweat... aren't you the cutest thing he's ever seen? almost like a little bunny...

[littlemoonglow]

Warning: Long post?

—

Jason did not expect his ghost form to feel…like this.

(Oh, dealing with his body randomly phasing through the ground and smacking his face onto hard concrete was not fun, but Jason dealt with that just like with every other hurdle in his life. By being more stubborn than the problem itself.)

It felt like something… settled into place. That was the best way he could describe it.

He felt as if spite and anger were finally not the only things keeping him awake and running. 

He felt calm, almost. Stable, at least. Whatever pent up energy that was stuck in his chest cavity now flowed freely throughout his body, redistributed, instinctually easier to manage.

It's almost like he could breathe a little bit easier.

(After much… ranting that Jason decided to ignore for his own sanity, Danny said that his case ectoplasmic corruption was probably due to the fact that Death, as a concept, doesn’t let go of things easily, time shenanigans notwithstanding.)

(Becoming a half-ghost was seemingly the only working compromise.)

—

Danny once told him that broad strokes of a ghost’s personality could be guessed by looking at their physical appearance. 

Despite the cool powers, this was a slight downside. Jason dealing with the filth of the Earth meant that being to hide his emotions and who he is was kind of important. Life saving, even.

He realized later on that his ghost form was way too easy to read.

—

He looked at his arms covered in bandages, and got reminded of the amount of times he had to patch himself up in the last month.

His jacket was ripped in place he knew that would have been sewn together when he was a living breathing human (well, as much as he could be).

He always looked slightly on fire?

(Danny told him it's probably related to his... core?)

(He know he died in an explosion but really?)

And then, there was his… veil? Shroud? Cloak?

It looked really nice.

But on the other hand…

It drooped when he felt under the weather. It flicked and thrashed around when he’s either irritated or barely holding back his urge to headshot someone.

And—

(No Danny, my cloak was not fucking wagging when you brought me fresh ectoplasm last week, you’ll have to get your goddamn eyes checked—)

He'll deny it until the day he dies (a second time).

And then his cloak could sometimes just…grow bigger. He figured that it acted as an extension of his own body, and had a nice add-on of allowing him to sense things he couldn't see. Hell, he could even make a hand out of it (wacking Danny with it - gently - never gets old). Jason had to also admit it looked cool, with the wispy bits and with one of its sides becoming a bright yellow.

(It reminded him a bit of his time as Robin.)

—

Being a ghost had a lotta perks.

Dealing with targets was so much easier when no one could see you. Inflitration was so much simpler when walls became optional. Cameras will glitch out when he's around, he left no traces visible to the naked eye and, combined with his training, to say that it was useful would be an understatement.

But, sometimes, he feels like he’s changing as well the more he transforms. Not drastically, but enough for him to look back and notice.

He usually was someone who prided on being efficient and straight to the point.

But now he’s starting to… have fun.

He started using his claws whenever he could. Don't het him wrong, he still uses his guns plenty, but there was just something deeply satisfying about vaulting over things, scaling a wall or crawling on the ceiling with bare hands. 

(Punching people is still the most satisfying by far, though.)

That one time hunting down the Joker wannabes was fun too.

(Danny said he’d get along great with Skulker? Did Jason want to find out? No.)

Fading in and out of invisibility, he picked them off one by one, watching as panic and dread slowly but surely creeped up on the remaining ones.

(After all, he has no respect for those trying to emulate the dead clown.)

—

(Yeah, the Joker was dead.)

(Surprisingly, that has not been a good day.)

—

One of the favorite things he liked to do was rooftop parkour. The… bendability of gravity is… fun, not gonna lie.

(Not flying though. Jason is used to having feet in regular contact with solid ground, thank you very much. No offense, Danny.)

But he gets why ghosts love to fly. When he’s jumping from rooftop to rooftop in Gotham in the at night, watching the city light fly by, cloak spread behind him, it’s as if nothing else matters. 

(No Joker, no petty criminals to beat up, no avoiding the Bats so they don’t find out about his existence—)

He can just enjoy, even just for a little bit.

—

(Somehow the Demon Brat and Orphan could sense him. Will keep and eyes on those two, and also the more reasons to avoid them.)

(The real problem was the new Bat in town. Bruce, what the fuck, another one? Again?)

(The yellow one, Signal. No time to check his profile yet, but probably a meta or something.)

(First night out and the guy almost managed to actually fucking see him —looked at him straight in the eyes and all, then did a double take. Jason never phased into the pavement so fast in his entire fucking life.)

(And so far no Bats on his cloak tails yet.)

(He did help the guy incognito, just a couple of times.) 

(And he also did steal his escrima sticks for fun, and once the guy went out looking for them, he’d put them right back where they were.)

(Turns out, he discovered later, that being a little shit runs in the ghost community.)

—

(Sometimes he also wonders what happened to Danny before they met.)

(He wasn't a Gothamite, that was obvious. He doesn’t pry, but it doesn’t take a lot to piece two and two together.)

(He just wonders who he has to kill this time.)

—

(Jason could not believe he forgot and underestimated just how fucking persistent every single one of the Bats could be. Of course it had to run in the family.)

He gazed down, thought the agony, at the gaping wound under his right armpit.

(The Bats have been chasing him relentlessly for a while now. He got more injuries than he can count, especially from Bruce.)

(They know. Oh, they know.)

(It didn’t go well.)

(He knows the others are there surrounding him to prevent him from escaping, he knows that Dick is right behind him, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.)

It has been a long time since the last time he got shot.

(It felt like someone set his right side on fire.) 

What was flowing out in abundance was a neon, toxic green.

(The Pit Waters, ectoplasm, he didn’t even know that he could fucking bleed in ghost form—)

(Danny—)

He looked back up at Batman, holding a (frankly) ugly gun, white casing and highlights in the same shade of toxic green. 

(A gun that Danny warned him about. And everything behind it.)

Jason felt something in him... snap.

(Why did it have to be you, Bruce.) 

His mouth opened—

(waitsincewhenhecoulddothatthroughtthe mask—) 

(Jason could see the billows of neon green smoke—)

(He couldn’t see Bruce’s expression.)

(Every. Single. Goddamn. Time.)

— and wailed.

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I am genuinely delighted that my last post got that much attention! Thank you so much, to all who liked, rebblogged and commented, it really does mean the most. 💕

This AU may be continued? No guarantees, tho.

For those interested: Part 01

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[ddejavvu]

hi mei! i absolutely love your stories! you’re a really great writer 🥰

i was wondering if u’d be interested in doing a hotch drabble about him with a s/o who seems really intimidating but is actually really soft and sweet?

like maybe it’s her appearance that makes the team intimidated by her—edgy clothing and dark makeup and stuff—when she shows up to hang out with hotch on his lunch breaks. and she’s like ‘i feel like your team doesn’t like me :(‘ and he’s like ‘honey, they’re borderline scared of you’ but it’s fluffy.

if you don’t wanna that’s totally okay! i did a bad job explaining but i’m sure you’d do an amazing job :)

love ya!! hope ur having a good day

Aaron loves when you visit him at the office for lunch, but you don't look like you're in high spirits yourself. When you sit down its with a huff and a hiss of the chair accommodating your weight, only adding to your dramatics.

"This might be my career in profiling speaking," Aaron begins, his voice soft in case something is terribly wrong, "But something tells me you're not having a good day, sweetheart."

"You're good," You tease him, and he wishes you could laugh about it together, "Aaron, I think Doctor Reid is afraid of me."

Aaron has to bite his tongue not to laugh. Doctor Reid is afraid of buffets, he thinks, but it's not an abundance of germs that unnerves Spencer about you, it's- well, it's everything he knows about you.

"Honey," Aaron calls upon that sweet tone again, "He doesn't know you very well."

"You didn't deny it!" You groan, falling back into your chair and abandoning your soup on his desk, "I knew it. What did I do?"

Aaron looks into your eyes, black-lined and sharp. He watches you chew on your cheek, your black-stained lips moved by the nervous quirk. Below your tense jaw is a chain that rests against your neck, not a full choker but not loose, either. It nearly disappears into the hem of your jacket, black leather that falls over a rather graphic old band tee.

"It's not what you've done," Aaron explains tentatively, "It's probably- well, how you look."

Your nose scrunches, and Aaron marvels the fact that you seem to have forgotten your appearance, "How do I look?"

"Like a doberman pinscher in human form," Aaron bites off a corner of his sandwich, chewing it in lieu of pressing the matter further.

"I like dobermans." You supply weakly, "Why is he afraid of me?"

"You're just not what he's used to," Aaron sighs, swallowing his mouthful and leaning across the desk, hand outstretched, "He probably thinks you could dismember him with those nails."

You place your palm in Aaron's own, and he flips your hand around to showcase the rather impressively sharp acrylics you're sporting.

"And your boots are heavier than he is, I guarantee it," Aaron nods down at your thick-soled black boots, ones that give away your entrance from a mile away by the sound of their rubber hitting the ground.

"He's just..." Aaron searches for the right word, trying not to disparage you or Reid, "Skittish. You should talk to him, though, honey. He likes science, and literature, and Star Trek. Pick something from one of those categories, and I promise he'll never stop talking to you for the rest of your life."

You're mostly satisfied, but you let your hand rest in Aaron's for a moment longer, and he'd be a fool to drop it.

"Am I scary, Aaron?" You ask earnestly, and his smile is warm as he brings your hand to his mouth to kiss at your knuckles.

"Not to me. And not to anyone who knows you," He promises, "But... it is nice to not have to worry about carrying a gun when we go out together."

"Aaron!" You laugh, "I'm not a weapon!"

"You could be!" Aaron insists, tugging your hand over to his lunch and dragging your fingernail across his sandwich, "Here, honey, cut it for me, would you? They forgot to give us knives."

"Stop!" You insist, but your laughter gives you away as you turn back to your soup with burning cheeks, "Just you wait, Aaron. As soon as Penelope stops running whenever I enter a room, we're gonna talk shit about you for this."

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Another thing I just adore about Ed and Stede's dynamic is Ed certainly does not NEED anyone to protect him. He's a very competent person who is extremely successful and has a reputation built on being brilliant and a tactical genius. It would be so, so easy for Stede's desire to help and protect Ed to come across as condescending at best and racist at worst.

But it doesn't, because Stede isn't perfomative about it. He doesn't walk around acting like Ed is helpless or stupid. He just responds, earnestly and genuinely, when he sees Ed is in distress.

Take the party in s1e5 for example. Ed is visibly very upset, and even though Stede stops him from going back in there, we know that Ed could probably easily find a way to terrify the people who were so cruel to him. He's only got one single-shot gun, sure, but we know Ed's smart enough he could figure this out. But Stede tells Ed that he'll deal with it, and he embarasses them, gets them to light their ship on fire, and Ed looks at him like he just hung the fucking stars in the sky.

Has anyone ever stood up for Ed like this before? Ever? Is it any wonder we first see Ed thinking about kissing Stede right after this?

And then Ned Low is the other obvious example. Other people have rightly pointed out that the moment Ned died was when he was playing with Ed's hair, mocking him, and we see Stede's furious face. Ned just signed his own death certificate, he just didn't know it yet, because Stede was never going to let him leave his ship alive after that. They go out of their way this episode to show us how Ned is insulting, mocking, and racist towards Ed to make sure we know exactly why Stede was never going to let him live.

And, yes, Ed did tell Stede that he shouldn't kill Ned, trying to protect Stede. But Ed isn't surprised when Stede does it - at worst, he feels bad that Stede thought the "poison" of killing someone was worth it because of Ed. I think Ed knew, at least on some level, especially after what happened to those rich racist dickheads - he can count on Stede making people who are awful to him pay for it.

I love that Stede will take people insulting him without blinking an eye all day, but the second they're mean to Ed it's fucking on sight. No one insults his princess and gets away with it. And I'm sure Ed feels bad that Stede does these things for him, but I hope he's starting to realize that he deserves to be cared for the way Stede looks out for him. These two want to protect each other so bad.

In conclusion, I guess: if you're staying at their inn and you say a single mean thing to Ed, you better start fuckin' running

[ceilidho]

Oh fuck. Can you pretty please write something with bff! Johnny and a broken arm?

I’ve been thinking about this non stop since you’ve posted it!!!

djjfjfvjd ok sure

he whines about it for a week straight :\\ practically comes to you with tears in his eyes, literally the most pathetic man on the planet. if you're roommates, he'll be whining and calling your name every hour of the day, asking for food or back scratches or help getting something for him. if you're friends or coworkers or something, he'll call you and beg, beg, beg for you to come over and help him around the apartment.

it's surprising. for as arrogant and cocky as Johnny usually is, he's also pretty competent - doesn't really lean on you for much, fully capable of doing his own laundry and cooking his own meals. doesn't really complain about it much. but suddenly he's just blowing up your phone 24/7, demanding that you basically live in his room with him until his arm is healed and he's back to normal.

when he first broaches the topic of not being able to jerk off, it's because he's been moody and quick to pick a fight all week. when you ask him what's got him so twisted up, he just snaps, "I have nae come all fuckin' week, lass, what do ye think I'm mad about?"

and that opens up the floodgates. maybe he'd been holding off talking about it before out of habit, but now that he's said it out loud, it's like he can't stop talking about it. always going on and on about how pent up he is, how hard he is, how his left hand doesn't do the trick, doesn't feel right and he just can't come. even turning onto his stomach and humping the bed isn't doing it. even doing that hurts his arm just enough to keep him from coming.

so he begs you to help him out. just with the fleshlight at first, which you pull out from his bedside table with your forefinger and thumb like you're pulling out a gun. it's not surprising that Johnny owns one of these. it's incredibly weird that you're holding it at all, but you can't say you're surprised. and you don't know what the hell possessed you to tell Johnny that you'd help him out, but you find yourself sitting on the bed beside him and pushing the fleshlight down over his cock, trying to look anywhere else but at hime.

it's the first time you've ever seen him naked. he insists on stripping down completely, which you thought was overkill (couldn't he have just pulled his sweats down so you at least didn't have to see his fur covered chest? you really had no clue that he was such a hairy guy under all those clothes), but Johnny begged and pleaded until you helped him take his shirt off. again, probably not something you needed to help him with, but his bottom lip was trembling when he asked and you felt like it would've made you the biggest jerk in the world to say no.

you didn't think he'd be so noisy, but Johnny's so loud. loud enough that you genuinely worry that the neighbours two doors down will hear him. he keeps thrusting up into the fleshlight and making you jump - when you hiss at him to stop it and just lay there, he whines even more, practically crying and saying that, "cannae - cannae help it, kitty, i'm - fuck, fuck, please - fuck -"

you thought once would be enough. surely he wouldn't need to - i mean, you only jerk off like once a week, max. low libido maybe. not Johnny. he calls you the next morning, crying over the phone that he's hard and to please, please, please come over. you almost say no. you should say no.

you go over. this time when you try to use the fleshlight, Johnny squirms on the bed and winces when you lube it up, scrunching up his nose. when you notice, you snip out a, "what's wrong now?" because you feel cornered and weird and you only know how to lash out when you're nervous. he's quiet for a second, but you can see the little fight going on in his head. he wears his emotions right on his face. so you wait him out, hand trembling all the while because - again - he's lying there naked on the bed and you're doing everything in your power not to stare at his dick, which is flushed and hard against his belly and really. strikingly pretty for a dick.

"can ye just - " he stops and purses his lips. "it does nae feel the same."

"what are you on about, it's your toy - "

"can ye just use your hand instead?" Johnny begs instead, and you notice now how dilated his pupils are. he licks across his lip. "please, kitty cat - just once, please?"

you tell him no. absolutely not. there's no way. that's weird and way over the line - at least with the fleshlight, there's a barrier between your skin and his cock, but without it? absolutely not.

your face is positively on fire when he humps up into your hand, making you tighten your grip. Johnny's panting against the side of your head, making you curl up close to him. he said your wrist would cramp up otherwise. the moisture from his mouth and his constant panting is making the hair at your temples damp, making you sweat. still it's nowhere near as bad as how much you sweat when the arm he has holding you around the waist tightens and pulls you closer into him, his cock twitching in your hand when your breasts push up against him.

[satorusluver]

Boyfriend Gojo Satoru who often wakes up in the morning feeling cuddly. He'll wrap those daddy long legs of his around your lower body and his arms will pull you into him, your head against his chest and his chin resting on the top of your head as he rubs your back until he falls asleep again.

Boyfriend Gojo who takes your face in his big hands and showers it with kisses anytime you make an offhanded comment about not liking one of your facial features. He's not exactly familiar with being insecure himself, but he tries to be supportive.

Boyfriend Gojo who still uses corny pick-up lines ("Want a raisin? No? How about a date?") and shamelessly flirts with you like he's still trying to win you over no matter how long you've been together.

Boyfriend Gojo who'll sometimes lift up his blindfold or take off his dark sunglasses for a few seconds just to look at your face completely uninhibited. Unfortunately though he will use those pretty eyes of his to get his way. You're giving him the silent treatment after a little argument? Guess he's gotta pull out the big guns, lifting up the blindfold and giving you the biggest pout with those sparkling blue puppy dog eyes 🥺🥺🥺, and no, you are never able to resist him when he does it.

Boyfriend Gojo who texts you "I miss youuu 🥺💔" every single day that he doesn't get to see you in person. If he's away for a few days on business he'll ask you to send him selfies of whatever you're wearing or what you're doing because it makes him feel like he's still close to you. ❤️

[ssahotchnerr]

hello my sweet! been reading your stuff a lot lately and the way you write aaron is so beautiful and real but anyway i’ll stop gushing - imagine just EXISTING with aaron. like the both of you doing your evening routines and just being happy and safe in each others prescence like UNF I NEED HIM BIBLICALLY

also also imagine him using his height to tease u like knowing you always use a particular mug so he likes putting it on the top shelf so he can tower over you and press himself against your back under the pretense of “helping” like aaron you little slut we know what you’re trying to do and its mean😠 (do it again)

anyway ily lots and i hope you’ve had a good day n stuff

- Gem💙

routine and a tease

thank you so much my sweet ily!! hehe here's a thing including alllll of that cw; suggestiveness, allusions to sex, mentions of food, aaron being a lil shit <3 wc; 1k

aaron's alarm goes off at seven, yours at seven thirty.

you're notorious for hitting snooze, several times, while aaron promptly rises at the first ring. half the time, you're convinced he even beats his alarm most days.

aaron's finished showering by the time you drag yourself out of bed. steam's still coating the bathroom mirror, the air's a bit thick with the lingering heat, and it fogs into your bedroom. as you enter, he exits, but not without giving you your first kiss of the morning. you hop in the shower next, while aaron dresses and trails out.

being the first awake, aaron has the awakening the apartment duties. he pulls the curtains open, allowing the morning light to flood in. he grabs jack's backpack off the chair at the dining room table, quickly double checks that homework was completed, and that the papers in his folder are orderly and within easy access, according to jack's lesson schedule - science is first, then math, language arts, so on - and back into his backpack it goes. he then double checks to make sure his briefcase and go-bag has everything he needs, he'll retrieve his gun and badge when he heads out later.

aaron sets both by the door, as well as your bag. he knows everything is already prepared and ready to go - you won't go to bed the night prior if it's not. you've told him many times, as not an early riser, why add a reason to rush in the morning if you can help it?

being the first awake also has its advantages, especially when it comes to a certain game aaron is fond of playing. he'll never deny himself the opportunity to poke affectionate fun at you.

and he does so for the other benefit; it does tend you rile you up.

even this, is routine.

you enter the kitchen with a yawn - you passed aaron in the hallway, where he gave you your second kiss of the day, off to jack's room to get him up and at 'em.

aaron's already brewed the coffee, and your creamer is on the counter waiting for you. all you need to do is open the cabinet to retrieve your favorite cup.

it's a mug jack painted you, at one of those pottery and art studios in the city. it was one of your birthday surprises this past year, and it's the only mug you plan on using for the rest of time. you even have a matching plate, aaron's own doing when he accompanied jack at the studio.

no matter how many times aaron pulls the stunt, your reaction is always the same. your brows crumble at the absence - at the empty spot amongst the other mugs. where you had left it the night before after unloading the dishwasher, it's no longer there. and as expected it's on the very top shelf, way out of your reach.

"aaron," you whine, loudly enough it trails out of the kitchen and down the hall.

a moment later aaron enters, a mischievous, knowing glint in his eyes. he knows that whine, but doesn't address it, naturally. "good morning darling. sleep well?"

you narrow your eyes, playfully glaring at him as your arms crossed in front of you. despite your ministrations, a smile tugs at your lips, "i did. you?"

"mhmm." he presses his lips to yours. his eyes quickly flick up to the open cabinet, right to where your mug stands, but remains purposefully oblivious.

you continue to play along. "busy day ahead?"

aaron shrugs, grabbing his mug and pouring his helping. "nothing out of the ordinary. budget meeting, there's a few reports i have to finish, the usual."

you hum in response, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

aaron takes a sip of coffee, only to hide his itching smile. "is there something wrong?"

"is there?" you mock his cheeky tone, and your eyes narrow again. "somehow, my mug isn't where i left it."

"that's strange," aaron feigns confusion, his brows furrowing as his gaze moved upward. "all the way up there? wonder how that happened."

you scoff lightly, turning back to the cupboard. you leaned up on your tiptoes as you attempted to reach for it, anticipating his next move. "yeah, i wonder."

as you expected, aaron's front is suddenly flush against your back, fully crowding you, his mouth at your ear. "lemme help." his voice is low as he reaches up, retrieving your mug with ease. his other hand lands on the spot right above your ass, daring to move lower, and causing your breath to catch in your throat.

but, aaron withdrawals his hand the second he hears the soft breath escape you, grabbing the pot of coffee and pouring it into your mug himself.

mission successful, once again.

you exhale, deeply yet gently, heat filling your cheeks. it's days like these, you'll opt for iced coffee.

some rare mornings though, with jack at jess's and neither you or aaron have anywhere to be, his actions don't stop there. more often than not, the two of you don't even bother to leave the kitchen.

aaron leans up against the counter, silently watching you prepare your coffee to your liking, rather unenthusiastically at that. after your first sip, and another amused glare directed at him, you start pulling out the cereal for breakfast. aaron falls alongside you, beginning to pack jack's lunch - grabbing an uncrustable from the freezer, filling a ziploc of carrots, another of veggie straws.

again, your shared, usual routine.

you're the one to finally break the silence. "one of these days, i'm buying a step stool."

"no you won't," a laugh bursts from him as he grabs a juice box from the fridge, the loudness of it making you grin instantly. he straightens his posture as he stands back upright, a half smile, half smirk plastered on his face. "you enjoy this just as much as i do. even more."

he has you there, and from the expression your face pulls in response, he knows it. a laugh leaves him once more as he crowds you, backing you against the counter and pressing his lips to yours.

"this is the best part of the morning,'' aaron mumbles into your lips. "is it not?"

[randomperson3736]

Hello sweets, how are you?

I hope you're doing well

How would the batfam react to batsis keeping a secret in the wfa universe 🙊🙊

A/N: Hiii,my love. I'm doing good, hope Ur doing good as well 😊 thank u for Ur request and sorry it took so long.

~Batfam reacting to batsis keeping a secret~

●I feel like batsis would try and hide her bf/gf from them cus let's be honest those boys are overprotective asf.

●But sadly someone found out the secret. Mainly from stalking. (*cough*Damian*cough*)

●Dick was hurt that you didn't tell him that you have a bf/gf. But he kinda understands why you didn't tell him cus that man would go full interrogation mode and ask a lot of questions.

●Jason was pissed to say the less. That man was already packed and loaded to find your poor bf/gf. He's overprotective brother side was on full mode.

●Jason just started to show off his guns saying how he never missed a shot. And all I'm gonna say is that your poor bf/gf almost pissed their pants from that-

●Tim was shocked but didn't really show it. He wasn't as bad as Jason or Damian with the whole overprotective brother thing but he would stalk your bf/gf. Like he's gonna find out about everything that kids has done.

*But when Tim sees that your bf/gf isn't a bad person then he'll be all lay-back but he'll still threaten the kid. Basically saying that if their every hurt you that he'll end them-

●Since Damian was the first one to find out about your little secret, he'll definitely be the worse at threatening your bf/gf.

●Damian definitely had his katana on full display, just showing how if their ever hurt you,then he'll just chop them up into tiny pieces and fed them to his dog.

●Alfred already knew cus you told him. Well, technically he kinda walked in on you guys kissing-

●But other than that, he was glad that you found someone and that you were happy.

●Bruce was clam. Creepily clam.

●Deep down he knew that you would find someone, one day but he never thought it would this soon. Like your his baby girl, your not supposed to grow up so fast.

●Bruce definitely did the whole back ground check like Tim did. But when he found nothing, he was perfectly ok with it. (Not really tho)

●Over time, the batfam got used to the idea of you dating but they still did normal check ups (stalking) on your bf/gf to make sure that they didn't cheat or anything.

[cod-sins]

could you write cod hcs for a female reader who's 5"9 and a bit chubby? thank you <33333

.ೃ࿐ Format: Hcs

.ೃ࿐ Paring: König. Ghost.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Female. Chubby.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW. A bit too fluffy on Simon's part.

[A/N: FIRST FEMALE READER REQUEST LET'S GOOO! Also I'm 6'0-6'1 so to me anything under that is short LOL.]

KÖNIG

Oh my god he's so in love with you.

König may be a 6'10 killing machine who wouldn't hesitate to end a person's life but he's absolute putty in your hands. He treats you like goddess always spoiling you with whatever items you want.

He isn't all that into PDA, he'll hold your hand or maybe put an arm around you if he's feeling particularly antsy/jealous but at home he's a completely different person.

He loves to lay in bed with you, on his side while you just talk about your day. His eyelids would be low and there would be a soft smile on his face while you were talking. If you asked him if he was paying attention he would repeat back every single word you said—not missing a beat.

Thinks your chubbyness is cute. Thinks your whole body is cute to be honest.

König can sometimes get really cheesy and mushy over you but he refrains from taking action because he's scared he'll come off as overbearing.

He loves to softly tease you. Thanks to the hot weather he'll walk around the house shirtless flaunting his body and calling you out whenever you stare.

"And that's how Horangi and I were able to defeat an entire squadron without taking a single hit!" He says proudly while looking at you for a reaction. You however were to busy staring at his abs to notice.

"Maus." "Huh?" "My eyes are up here." He says with a dumb smirk on his face. He watches as you as shift positions—to flustered to look at him.

König closes the jar lids way too tight, he doesn't do it to be annoying he's just adamant on keeping his food fresh and preserved. It wouldn't be a problem until he's deployed and you can't open a jar of jelly to make a sandwich.

He also does this with things in the pantry/cabinet. König is still not use to living with a person who's shorter than him so you'll have to remind him to not put things on the tallest shelf.

He loves to pick you up and twirl you around.

GHOST

Ghost loves to loom over you. Even if you're doing mundane tasks such as washing the dishes or folding laundry, he'll lean on the wall or just stand right behind you watching. He notices every little detail in what you do.

He thinks the height difference between you two is cute. He loves when you wear his clothes because they're always too big and they manage to swallow you whole. He never comments on it he'll just stare at you admiring you.

His favorite dates with you are quiet ones. Like picnic dates on a sunny afternoon away from other people or driving to a diner that he really likes [they have those in the UK right?].

If you guys are watching TV together he'll nitpick everything the characters do. "He didn't even turn the safety off." "His gun still had bullets left why did he toss it away?" "If they were on the field they would be dead." Remind him that it's fake and he'll temporarily shut up.

One of his favorite memories of you was on a short weekend. It was right before he was deployed and he spent it with you, laying in bed, drinking and eating a bunch of takeout that you two ordered. You spent that night just holding him and playing with his hair, softly rocking back and forth while he had his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat.

Ghost fondly remembers every word you said to him even if you don't he still thinks about it when he's on the field or when it's early in the morning and you're still asleep.

Ghost loves the way his body engulfs you whenever you hug him. Sometimes he'll squeeze you just a little bit too tight to make sure you're real and not some beautiful illusion his mind made up.

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Retired MafiaBakugo HC

Bakugo isn't that much older than you, he just acts like he is. His body aches sometimes, muscles spasming or clenching involuntarily. If he steps wrong his knee pops out of place and you've got to push it back in. There's bullet wounds you don't like to look at for too long since he only has them because of you.

Playfully you call him your old man, to which he responds one of two ways. On tired days: he'll sigh, hands reaching for you while he growls out an "I know."

On those days where he's feeling more like himself, he'll bark, face scrunching into a snarl. "I'm not old dammit! We're nearly the same fucking age!"

You especially like saying it while he's busy doing something. Like how he struggles bench pressing while snarling at you, or the one time he fucked up his measuring too busy arguing with you. You're just such a big distraction, can't think of anything else once you've gotten his attention.

Bakugo still acts like he's in the Mafia, he can't help it. You've tried to teach this old dog new tricks but he found his tricks transfer over real well. When ever new people come around he squares up and cracks his neck. He stares them down all scary and intimidating. He takes up as much space as possible when entering a room.

Your husband when not on the phone rest it on his crotch and inner thigh just like he used to with his gun.

He speaks to you without speaking to you. Blinks for just a second longer when he's about to lose his temper. You rush into conversations all polite and open-minded. Even though the conversations have moved from negotiations that could end in death, to "I'm surprised you do all the house work." Sometimes it just means you need to take a breath and let the argument end where it is.

He'll raise his pointer finger and beckon you closer with a curl from the end. He watches you carefully waiting for you to tap your finger twice as a signal to him. Though now it's only reserved for when you can't breathe while he's down your throat, he remembers it from when things would start to get unsafe. Your husband watches for that fake smile you give, flashing a single one of your fangs. You use it when you need to get out of places, this includes awkward conversations.

You've grown used to his paranoia. Checking the locks on the doors everytime he passes them. Keeping the garage key opposite to where the garage is. Occasionally he'll take a different route home just to see if that car was really following him. You learned not to get too attached to these houses after the third move, to which your husband promised was your last. True to his word you've lived stabile in this home just fine.

You've grown used to his nightmares, finger twitching in his sleep like it's still on the trigger. Groans that arch his back, and have him double over his stomach. He can still feel the searing pain that comes with the bullets. The ones that penetrate leave mark deep with his brain despite never coming close to his head. He only remembers them, because they're yours. Because the bullets were fired for you, shots that never hit but were supposed too. He was lucky enough to jump in the way in time, shooting out his rounds just moments before he was even hit.

Katsuki killed that bastard. There's no question about it. It was nice and slow, and he'd do it again.

[eldritch-nightmare]

Liu and sully dating headcanond please 🥺👉👈

thank u anon i'm giving u a lil fist bump for sending this in <3 it might b a little short. just a tad. i hope u enjoy it nonetheless. <33 i was going to make a separate poly section but like. then i didn't. anyways i wrote this in one sitting. uhhh requests are opened also btw if anyone wants to send smth in <3

warnings: me being silly and deranged over liu and sully, mentions of guns, mentions of fire, mentions of religion, blasphemy???, blood, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of murder, i swear it's not dark sully is just. sully.

Liu.

dating?????? he knows nothing about it. no experience at all. a few crushes here and there when he was younger but... his priorities have been more-so dedicated to trying to kill his brother than being the next bachelor.

he probably doesn't even realize when he's developed feelings for someone, if we're being honest. there are only like... three sure-fire ways for him to realize he's got feelings for someone.

option a) sully. this is the most likely way, because sully is a solid(ly aggressive) wingman and would get fuckin annoyed seeing liu oblivious to his own feelings and would probably leave a note for liu to find that says something along the lines of 'ask them out before i do it for you'. that's certainly one way to make the man confront his feelings.

option b) you approach him first. be honest with your feelings, he's a really good listener. tell him how you want to go out on a date with him, or that you want him to be your boyfriend, whatever, it'll hit him in the face.

option c) patience. he'll figure it out one day on his own, just... it'll take time. and a lot of it.

anyways, using one of these three options laid out for you, you're sure to score a boyfriend! i hope you're not scared of fire. or guns. or... religion. those three things are pretty much a big part of him as a person, so.

but no yeah he's head over heels in love with you btw. the man would gift you the heavens itself if he could, but all he can give you are cute little trinkets that remind him of you.

he's so fucking romantic and he doesn't even try like. trust me. trust me on this guys please please you gotta believe me when i say this dude okay just like. trust me please.

he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he'd probably be admiring you, resting his head on your lap while you play with his hair, your attention so focused on the show or movie playing. it's such a simple moment, but it's the one that makes him realize that he's in deep. like... wow. he's so in love with you.

he's a little hesitant to admit it, but you've become home. not because he hates it or anything like that, god, not at all. he's just... the last home he had was mercilessly ripped away from him. so pardon him for being a little scared. but you make him feel safe, and that's not something he's been able to feel in a long, long time.

liu doesn't murder without a reason. he actively avoids murdering people if he can. but he'd kill for you. whether or not that's something he's ready or willing to admit yet is up for debate but he would murder someone for you without any ounce of hesitation.

he's so willing to go out on dates w you btw. if you want to take a walk in the park, go see a movie, or whatever people do on dates then go ahead. he's legally dead in the eyes of the law. got a grave and everything, so he's not worried about being seen in public.

under the assumption that you know nothing about who he is, or his past, he's never going to tell you. all you'll ever know is that his parents were brutally murdered, he has a little brother that you... you think his brother is dead?? he talks about him as though he's dead. he almost died the same night his parents died, and his house burnt to the ground after. he's... really vague when he talks about his past. you'll never know the full extent, not unless the truth is forced upon you.

god i have so much more i want to add but i dont want this to get too long okay just. he's so in love with you. you've brought light back into his life, and he'll do everything in his power to keep you safe. he cannot lose you. yes we will ignore the thoughts i have of how he'd react if you did die lol. for now.

anyways he's the perfect boyfriend honestly <3

Sully.

also has no dating experience but he's not oblivious to his own feelings. the moment he decides that he cares about you a little more than he typically cares for another person, he's telling you.

he's so casual about it too, like. sir. how can you say 'yeah i think i could fall in love with you' with such a straight face?? you ask him that and he just shrugs.

i really hope you're comfortable with the sight of blood because trust the moment the two of you become an official couple, he's showing up at your place with injuries. nothing too bad, he'd hate to scare you like that, but just little things. like a gash of a knife on the palm of his hand. he has a really high pain tolerance but he'll act like the pain is utterly unbearable if it means having you help him treat it and kiss it better.

it's not like he actually needs you to take care of him. but he likes watching you. he likes watching the way you focus, carefully tending to his wounds, scared that you'll hurt him more if you're not careful. he likes watching the way his blood smears on your skin (totally by accident and not at all on purpose).

definitely the type to bite your lip just a little too hard when kissing you just so he can taste your blood. he thinks it's romantic idk the guy is kind of a freak (affectionately)

he'd probably eat you if he could but then he'd miss you too much so :( no cannibalism. but he thinks cannibalism is romantic guys. feel like i need to state that. he says 'i would eat you' but in a loving, romantic, affectionate way.

he never really understood religion, nor did he care much for it. he understood that it was a big part of liu's life, and therefore something he encounters often, but it wasn't until he started dating you that he understood. there must be some god or deity out there because heaven is wherever you're at.

you must be an angel, because how else could you love someone like him? he'd never pray to god, but god, he could pray to you all day.

and fuck, he thinks about corrupting you, dragging an angel like you down to his hell.

he can picture it now, tears streaming down your face, shaking in fear as you kill someone for the first time. their blood staining your hands and clothes as you drop the knife, horrified by what you've done while sully pulls you into a hug and tells you that you did such a good job.

i've already said this but sully likes watching you. you could be doing nothing at all, or someone could be talking to him. doesn't matter. the moment you're in the same room as him, he's staring at you.

you don't know why he does it, and he never gives you an answer when you ask. he just smiles.

you'd never think this, but sully is scared of you dying. people are so fragile, it doesn't take much to kill them. he's... he's never been scared before, and it... excites him. of course you're the one to make him feel this way. it could never be anyone else. anyways don't die. he'll be sad if you do.

was actually shocked when it clicked that he loved you. like... yeah, he said he could fall in love with you but. fucking wow it actually happened. holy shit.

anyways he tells you like .5 seconds after. he adapts to his emotions very quickly. the guy just casually says, 'hey, i'm in love with you.' and just stares until you respond with 'i'm in love with you too' and then he just has this small smile on his face for like... the rest of the day.

would also murder for you btw. no hesitation, no questions asked. if you want someone dead, he's killing them for you. clearly, they deserve to be dead if you hated them enough to wish for it.

solid boyfriend material but only if you're okay with. him. as a person.

[misscinnamonroll16]

Normally I start with John but I'm starting with Branch for this one, taste in music. Branch has a blend of all kinds of music. Reggae, kpop, regular pop, country. All kinds. Floyd shocked his brothers with how heavy his music is. Hard rock. If it's not heavy with the bass, it's definitely heavy with the lyrics. He also listens to weird music, like Melanie Martinez. Clay's music style didn't change much until Branch introduced him to Classical. He LOVED it, its great music to listen to while reading. Silence gets deafening sometimes. Bruce's music taste also didn't change much. He still likes pop, he likes the beachy music the Vacation Islanders play (ig it's still considered pop). John Dory kind of stopped listening to music when on his own, got tired of the same old songs that just brought up bad memories. Every so often he'd find a new song he liked and play over and over again until he got sick of it. (I wanna make playlists for each of them)

John knows how to shoot a gun. Handgun and shot gun.

Floyd is in his slut era. Pretty much as soon as he got on his own, he went into his slut era. He's definitely still in it

Floyd took JD to get his ears pierced. They went to the same guy that did Floyd's piercings. John is nervous, more from the mental backlash than the pain.

I've said it once but John wrote songs while on his own that will probably never see the light of day. Theyre mostly acoustics with just him and his guitar. He recorded them and hid them away. They only resurface when him and the bros help JD move into a pod to have a more "stable" home

Clay reads smut. Like Fifty shades of grey type books. Viva accidentally outs that taste in books

Clay is allergic to cats

John Dory wanted a pet as a kid, so badly. Grandma wouldn't let him have one

Floyd has a stand up mirror. When doing his makeup, he sits on the floor in front of that mirror rather than have a hand held one or one in the bathroom.

Bruce always tried to help John with the lil bros when they were younger. He could tell that it was hard sometimes on JD, it's not easy raising kids when you're a kid yourself. In a way, it prepared Bruce for kids himself (and John as well)

Bruce is almost impossible to make angry. He's very chill and level headed. Only reason he got angry in the movie was bc those emotions resurfaced and bubbled over

Clay has gotten so used to having his hair played with from Viva, it helps relax him. When he's getting frustrated or annoyed with his brothers he'll go to Viva (and eventually his bros) and just ask for them to play with his hair. After a spat with Bruce (yk it's bad if it got those two to fight), Clay goes to JD and shyly asks him to play with his hair while he rants.

Floyd is the peacekeeper brother. He keeps the peace between all of them, even now as adults.

[softshuji]

You're washing up when Hanma comes home.

There's a subdued and tired 'where's my princess?' echoing in the hallway as he slips off his shoes, tossing them haphazardly onto the rack to trip over in the morning, by which he'll curse out loud as he slips over them, his lanky body leaning against the wall.

You don't answer, and it strikes him as odd that you're not there to run and jump into his arms the second he walks in like he's used to, all eagerness and love that has you pressed to the wall in a heated kiss on instinct.

'Princess?' he says, and his head comes around the door to the kitchen where you stand with your back to him, the clean dishes neatly piled as you scrub with a determination that has your hands sore.

He knows.

'You good?' and his arms come around you, his mouth finding your neck, your jaw, your cheek, cold and tense and he stiffens in unison with you.

'yeah.' clipped, and he frowns, the crease of his perfect brows tickling your collarbone. His hands slip further down to your tummy, where the cold water drenching your skin has him shivering.

'Pretty girl? Your shirts wet.' matter of factly, and he's reaching over to switch off the taps and turn you around to face him.

You still, a minor resistance and you're pulling back to keep at your chore. 'It always gets wet when I'm washing up.'

He searches your eyes, finds the answer there in the unwavering gaze still locked onto the soapy water in the sink, your hands roughened by the water.

'I'll go get you some fresh clothes.'

'You don't need to.'

'I'm not asking you permission sweetheart,' he says, firmness and love that has him understanding you wordlessly. 'How long have you been standing here?'

'I'm not sure. A few hours maybe.'

'I see.'

A wordless hum, and he strokes your cheek, bloodied knuckles that have your eyes welling despite your inner protestations.

You're not sure how it happens. He dries your hands, holding them firmly as he leads you to the bedroom where you stand, a little adrift, a little confused as you always are when this happens, and reaches into the wardrobe to fish out a fresh shirt of his and shorts of yours. You watch him, still in his suit, his gun flashing every so often as he bends to pull your shorts down. Socks too, your favourite ones, that he slips onto your feet, a kiss to each ankle that has your eyes pricking with tears.

He's more serious than usual at times like this. He asks if you're sick and you reply in the negative. He feels your forehead and pulls your shorts on, his hands gentle, skimming along your sides, a firm and reassuring touch along your back, his fingertips tracing your spine.

'arms up sweetheart.'

You lift them and pulls your wet shirt off, replaces it with one of his own, fresh and clean. The relief is palpable and you nearly sag against him when he pulls you, just like that, to his body. As if you could melt, as if you could fall right through him.

'Something happen while I was gone?' he says and strokes your hair, one big hand that's warm on your cold skin, the other resting on the nape of your neck.

'no, no it didn't.'

'And you're not sick?' he says, his lips to your forehead, your arms rising to rest on his back, so big and beautiful.

'I'm not sick.'

'Hm. Just one of those days?'

'Maybe.'

'I see.' And he reaches behind you for hand cream, squeezes it out before massaging it onto your skin.

You cry. And he never mentions it, never says anything as your tears slip down the grazes on his skin, bruised knuckles now hot, the red of previous grazes stinging slightly from your tears. He hums, massages your hands, kisses the back of each one before holding the bed covers open, inviting, wordless.

You slide in, still crying and he strips before he slips in behind you, warm covers tucked up to your chin. He always waits and you love that about him, love that he's patient enough to hold out till it makes more sense, that he takes direction, initiative that comes from love without you asking.

You fall asleep soon after, your tired sniffles giving way to soft sighs, and he slips out of the bed again, for the kitchen, where he rearranges the cutlery and cleans, discarding your wet shirt And dirty laundry, ready for you when you wake again.

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Scientific Chapter Two

Summary: Floyd x gn! Reader. Floyd has agreed to study you, for Jade, for three days. He'll have to find some way to make things fun, or he'll lose his mind.

A/N: if you're new...I never write the next chapter this fast. Don't get used to it...but I had quite a bit of inspiration for this 😁

CW: you're trapped in a lab, use of tranquilizer gun (not on you), Idia is an incel loser

Chapters One Three

Three days. That's all he has to put up with. Then he could leave the stuffy lab, and take off the stupid safety goggles. He'd seen your claws. If they could even be called claws. There was no way you could gouge his eyes out with those things. So why would he need the goggles?

But Jade insisted. Something about the paperwork if things went wrong. Something too boring for Floyd to even care about it.

He swam up to the glass and waved. He'd gotten permission to enter the enclosure, but only if you reacted positively to his presence. And right now, you weren't reacting at all, other than peeking up from your corner.

Floyd could be patient. Especially knowing that once you gave him the go ahead, he could come in and get all his curiosity sated. 

He tried so hard. He sat in front of the glass, waiting for you to come up to him like you did that last time. But you didn't. You didn't even move from your corner.

An intern shakily swam in and handed him his lunch, as well as your lunch. They nervously asked if anything had happened, but he ignored them, in favor of staring at you.

They left, and he opened the panel to give you your food. You didn't move.

He grumbled and moved back to his sitting space. And that's when it hit him. The goggles. With the goggles on, you probably thought he was Jade. He knocked on the glass until you fixed him with a glare, then made a show of removing the goggles. 

You stared for a moment, like you were trying to process the new information, then your eyes widened.

You swam up to the glass, and placed your hand up against it. Just like last time. He grinned and placed his own against it. You heaved what looked to be a sigh of relief, which made Floyd giggle. Usually, when people saw him, they knew they were fucked.

He motioned to himself, then to your enclosure. You tilted your head, but after a couple attempts at the motion, you nodded.

And so he entered your domain.

You immediately started "speaking" to him. Jade had referenced that you had a different language, but he'd never imagine it was so foreign. Even the sounds you made were different, most syllables only making it a short distance in the water.

"I can't understand you," he said slowly, shaking his head, and you huffed in frustration. You nibbled your bottom lip in thought.

Then you pointed at yourself, and pointed at the exit door to the lab.

Oh. Now he got it. You recognized the staff who was keeping you here. And despite his resemblance to Jade, you recognized he was not one of your captors.

You thought he would help you.

At first, he didn't say no because he was supposed to be gaining your trust. But he thought for two seconds, and a grin split his face.

Wouldn't it be absolutely hilarious if he did help you escape?

Not bothering to think twice, he snatched your wrist, and opened the panel, dragging you with him towards the door.

He heard what sounded like a shocked laugh leave your throat, as he ripped the lab door open.

Only to swim straight into a wall of scientists all of them armed with tranquilizing devices.

Jade stood at the forefront, a disappointed frown on his face.

"Floyd." He knew that was his only warning. But he looked at your shivering form, and decided to make the attempt anyway.

He was immediately tazed, and watches numbly as three scientists grabbed you and held you in place.

Jade glared at him, grabbing his hair and dragging him back into the lab. He threw Floyd into the enclosure, then the other three scientists put you back.

"What the hell, Jade?" He snapped.

"I'm giving you shared trauma," he shrugged, seemingly holding back a smile. "Now they'll trust you even more. Don't worry, it's only for two more days."

Floyd growled. "You planned this?"

"Floyd, you are my only brother, the other half of my soul, and I love you. But you are predictable, and I need results."

Floyd flopped a little, trying to bring some feeling back into his body. You immediately swam over to him, saying things in a distressed tone as you searched him for injuries. Then you began shouting at Jade. Jade only grinned.

"It seems humans are very open to bonding. I almost can't wait until we get that second human. Perhaps we'll see them form a pack!"

There was the mention of that second human again. Floyd hated them already. What human could be better than this one?

"I'll get you in two days, Floyd, just as promised. Until then, try to have some fun, and get to know the human for me," with a sinister grin he swam out of the lab.

You continued to look him over in distress, repeating something over and over again. He realized you were probably asking if he was okay. He smiled, and that put you at ease a bit. You looked into your lap, almost apologetically.

"Aw, Shrimpy feels bad that I got in trouble?" He grinned, finally able to move his arm a little to cup your cheek. "It's okay, I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to."

He knew you didn't understand the words, but you seemed to get the sentiment.

You pointed to yourself, and said a word that got garbled in the water between you. You noted his confusion, and repeated it.

"Y/N."

He opened his mouth to attempt to replicate it, but it was difficult. One had to open their mouth wider, and speak from the back of their throat. Is that how all of you spoke.

"Y/N." He tried it. It wasn't good, but you smiled happily.

Then you pointed at him, and he grinned.

"Floyd."

You furrowed your brow, and groaned. You attempted the whistles and clicks that made up his name, but they were all wrong. He laughed hysterically, then repeated, 

"Floyd."

You took a deep breath, and made a close approximation to his name. 

He giggled and wrapped his arms around you, so excited that he forgot about boundaries.

But you didn't mind. Your arms tentatively wrapped back around him, and squeezed him back with your puny human muscles.

Floyd woke up the next day, completely forgetting where he was. It wasn't until he felt something nuzzle into him even closer that he remembered. He looked down, and noticed you huddling into him, a slight shiver wracking your body.

It was odd. As much as you seemed to trust him the night before, he didn't think you trusted him this much. But then he felt the temperature of the water around him. It was definitely colder now. Had the warmer broken? But the real reason came to him quickly.

Jade must have turned it off to see if you would come to him for warmth. Not that he could provide much with his cold bloodedness.

If he has to describe how you felt, it was soft. Your skin was silky, no secretion under his touch. And you were soft. Him and Jade were hard muscle, but you weren't. You weren't soft like Azul, either. You were soft like the warm blooded sea creatures and mers who provided their own heat. Like an orcamer he beat up a few months ago.

If he decided to talk to Jade after this, he'd tell him about it.

Speaking of, the lights in the lab turned on, waking you up and making you push away from him. He pouted and continued to hold his arms out, which made you relax a little. You were still cold, after all, so you slipped back into his arms.

Damn, he wanted to just squeeze you until you popped. So soft.

Jade swam into the room, an irritating grin on his face. And much to Floyd's surprise, behind him swam Azul.

"Azul! Where were you?" He asked. He hadn't seen him in a week or two, which wasn't all that abnormal. He'd disappear from time to time, so it wasn't worth worrying about. But it didn't explain why he was here. With Jade.

"I was on an exploration trip. I was testing a few things out. Things that I am going to sell to Jade today."

His interest was piqued, but not enough to remove you from his arms. Now that you'd seen Jade again, you were nuzzling deeper into him, like he'd protect you. It felt kind of nice. He'd never protected anyone before.

"If this works, Floyd, I might be able to let you go early."

"But first!" Azul pulled out a flat screen, and fiddled with it a little bit, before turning the screen to face the glass. "I'm a mer of my word, after all."

Light flooded the enclosure, and your eyes widened. You left Floyd's arms and swam up to the glass, speaking fervently. He swam up behind you with a humph. The human talking to you on the screen had blue hair that looked like it was made of moving light. He, unlike you, had sharp teeth. Sharp teeth that turned into a malicious grin.

The tablet must have been enchanted, because Floyd could understand what the man said perfectly.

"Sorry, not sorry though. If you'd agreed to be mine I might be able to help you right now. But as it is, I promised I'd let Azul go in exchange for only a chat with you."

You angrily spat something at him, but he interrupted you with a cruel laugh.

"Sorry Y/N. But on the bright side the Octomer is going to give you a translation spell, so that you can chat with your new besties."

"Really?" Floyd perked up excitedly.

The man's eyes flickered to his, then imperceptibly hardened.

"Azul, you never mentioned someone else was in there."

"I can't tell you what I don't know," Azul shrugged. 

"Who are you?"

"Floyd," he grinned. Was this firefly squid threatened by him being around you? Even though he'd seemingly sold you out? How cute.

You said something angrily, and the human laughed again.

"Y/N, he's clearly one of them, don't be stupid."

"I am not," yes Jade was his brother, but he loathed the insinuation that he was a scientist as well.

"Whatever. I'm finished with you. Have fun with your new life, Y/N."

And then the screen went black again. You banged your fist against the glass in a rage, and screamed. Floyd had never seen you this angry, and it seemed like your human sized body had no idea what to do with that anger other than to yell and bang on the glass. Floyd gently wrapped you in his arms, petting your head to calm you down.

"Please hold them like that, Floyd, I'm going to apply a translation spell on them," Azul said, pulling out a mage stone and beginning to chant.

You stiffened, but couldn't go anywhere as a light purple haze surrounded you.

"What the fuck!" It was the first thing he'd understood you say. It was beautiful.

"Shrimpy!" He giggled, and you froze.

"Floyd?" You whispered.

"Yes! I can understand you!"

You paused. "Can they understand me too?"

"Yes," he said stiffly. Why would you want to talk to them?

"Good."

You released yourself from his arms and slammed into the glass again.

"Let me out, you demon! You can't keep me here!" You screamed.

"I? A demon?" Jade pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. "I am just a scientist trying to learn more about your kind. Now that you can answer my questions, you can leave much sooner."

"At least let Floyd go! All he did was try to help me!"

"He has committed high treason by trying to help you. He's lucky to be alive."

It was a lie, and not one of Jade's best, either. But you fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Floyd, I am so sorry," you looked at him with broken eyes.

"Don't worry about it. I made my own choice," he shrugged. A half truth, not entirely a lie.

"If I answer your questions, can you let Floyd go too?"

Jade tilted his head, thinking. If Floyd knew his brother, he knew full well that tomorrow evening, he'd be allowed to leave, as promised, and you would remain here indefinitely. Maybe you'd get a more enriching enclosure, but he had no doubt you may never see the world outside the institute ever again. And yet, here you were, pleading for someone, from a different species, who you hardly knew.

"Answer my questions honestly, and I'll discuss his freedom with the board," he said with a close-eyed smile.

Azul rolled his eyes, and huffed. 

"Payment first, or I'm removing the spell."

"Azul! You wound me!" Jade snickered and handed him a check. Azul smiled, and saluted on his way out.

And then Jade began the questioning. Some of them you knew the answers to, most you didn't, seemingly having no awareness beyond the basics of how the human body, and human psychology, worked. Some of the questions were quite invasive, but you did your best, even if you were uncomfortable.

By the end, Jade frowned at his clipboard. Then he looked back up at you, his eyes glinting with something dangerous.

"This is why scientists are so important. Think of how little you know about yourself, and how much more you'll know when I'm through with you!"

You stiffened. "Other humans have your answers. I'm just not qualified. Hell, if you called Idia back, I bet he'd know. He's a genius, even if he is a bastard."

"But it's so much more fun to observe myself! And if he's human, he surely doesn't think about some of the questions I have. I don't frequently think about the psychology of eel mers, now do I?"

You glared. "Look I answered your questions, and you said-"

"I should have specified that I needed satisfactory answers. Until I know what I need to know, I can't just set you loose."

"This is kidnapping!"

"Is it?"

"Yes! You are illegally detaining me in a place that is nowhere near my home."

"Your friend doesn't seem to mind."

"We've already established he's a bastard!"

Floyd watched the back and forth mindlessly. He was beginning to grow tired of your attention on Jade instead of him. But you were one of the first people to not be scared of him. He had to be subtle.

And subtle he was, as he wrapped his tail around you ,and began petting your head, singing lightly to a tune he invented himself, "Shrimpy, little Shrimpy, you are so little, and Shrimpy, Shrimpy, Shrimpy."

The nonsense song brought you back down, and more importantly, back to him.

You exhaled heavily, then affixed a glare at Jade.

"What about Floyd? You said you'd discuss his freedom?"

"Are you sure you wish to be alone in there again? You seem awfully close."

You sputtered for a moment, thrown off by the question.

"That's…that's not the point," you wrestled out of Floyd's grip, ignoring his protests.  "No one deserves to be locked in a cage."

Jade smiled softly. "I'll discuss it with the board. We'll see what we can do."

Then he left. As angry as you were, Floyd was happy to be alone with you, especially now that he could understand everything you said to him. Plus, he had promised Jade he would study you. And he was an eel of his word. When he wanted to be.

Hours later, Floyd held your calf up to his ear, listening intently. He was fascinated by yours legs, and had asked if he could touch them. You'd allowed it. It was the least you could do. 

But the innocent intensity of his studies was making it hard not to laugh.

"What are you listening for?" You held back a giggle.

"I dunno. Maybe they do something," he furrowed his brow. "I think this one's dead though, I can't hear a heartbeat."

You laughed. "That's not how it works."

"Why not?" He pouted.

"Can you hear heart beats in a tail?"

"No."

"Well, there ya go!"

He cocked a brow. Then he lunged forward, dropping your leg, and pressing his ear to your chest. You stiffened, your face burning, but he was listening just as intently as he was when he held your leg to his ear.

"Your heartbeat is fast, Shrimpy," he hummed, pressing himself even closer to your chest.

You bit your lip, holding back the retort about how you were nervous, of course your heart rate was faster.

"Oh, it's slowing down now," he said after a while of listening. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer, continuing to sit in silence as he listened .

After a long while, where you started to slowly drift off, he spoke again.

"I've been wanting to ask you something," you nodded and he continued. "Jade is my twin." You nodded again. "So how did you know you could trust me?"

You tilted your head, thinking. "I didn't. But your eyes are kind. So I took a risk." You gently reached for his hand. "And I was right to. I like being around you, Floyd."

He was immediately filled with joy. You liked being around him! Then, almost as quickly, came the guilt. It wasn't that he had tricked you. He never said he wasn't here because Jade asked him to be.

Maybe he just wasn't used to someone aside from Jade and Azul trusting him so implicitly. It was nice, but it also made his insides hurt.

"I like being around you too, Shrimpy," he drawled lazily, sliding his head from your chest to his lap, grabbing one of your hands and placing it in his hair. You stiffened, but then gingerly began to run your fingers along his scalp. He hummed happily.

"Who's the blue haired guy on the tablet?" He asked.

You stiffened again, then gently continued your hair stroking.

"An ex friend. Apparently he took it a little too hard when I told him I only wanted to be his friend," you groaned at the recollection. "Guess I dodged a bullet."

Then you giggled. Your hand stopped moving, and Floyd almost snipped at you, but your laugh began to turn hysterical. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you laughed and cried.

At some point you managed to spit out, "Did I really dodge a bullet? I wouldn't be in a fucking cage right now if I said yes to him!"

Floyd gently rocked you, trying to hush your pain, but it didn't seem to ease. And eventually, you passed out from the strain, drifting off into a restless sleep.

It was late into the evening, you were still fast asleep, seemingly worn from the events of the day. Jade swam over to the door, and placed food down for him and you. Floyd continued to watch your sleeping form, a sense of longing and heartbreak filling his chest.

"What's wrong with pretending we escaped?" He whispered. Jade tilted his head, confused. But Floyd could also see the anger that was starting to build.

"I just mean, wouldn't your research be more accurate if you could see how they interact with life outside of a lab?"

"I don't trust you to bring them back. You prefer fun over progress in my experiments."

Floyd pouted. "I have one day left in our agreement. Can't I use it how I see fit? It's not like I can get very far with them. They're too small, and not a strong enough swimmer."

Jade huffed, seeming to see the logic, despite not wanting to.

"You have until tomorrow evening to get yourselves out, and get me valuable information. If nothing of note is happening, I'll be retrieving them early. I don't care about your little crush. At the end of the day, they belong to me and the institute."

Floyd's stomach churned, but he covered it with a lazy glare.

"Duh. But at this rate you're gonna bore both of us to death. At least it'll give you some time to get them a better enclosure."

Jade sighed. "You already have my permission. No need to keep arguing."

He pulled the door closed, but left it infinitesimally cracked.

"Besides, now that I know it's capable of complex thought, it would be unethical to keep them in an empty glass enclosure," Jade finished with a slight snicker. "Have a great day, Floyd. Keep me entertained!"

He politely waved as he left the lab. Floyd took a calming breath. He'd been in countless situations of life and death, yet this was what made him nervous? His pop and his men would never let him hear the end of it if they knew.

One more day. One day where he could show you his home. Then you'd belong to Jade again, unless he saw fit to extend the contract. But he knew Jade far too well.

So this might be his last chance to be with you.

....

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The Chains Are Heavy

(Levi's long awaited backstory, finally)

Special thanks to everyone who has been following and rp with me. You really have helped make this character more than he was meant to be.

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How did I get here again? It could all have been a simple life for me, but it wasn't. Ever since I became 10, I was rob. Robbed of my family, friends, goals, dreams, my childhood, and most importantly my innocence.

Not just my innocent mentally, but literally too. I lost my innocence of being a civil. They all hate me now. Rightfully so. After all I have been nothing but a danger to everyone around me. All I did was make things worse. This war could have ended quicker if it way for me....

How did I get here again....

Foul Ball

It all started on March 22, a day after my birthday and two days after my best buddy's birthday, Cooper. We have been friends since daycare and being in the nursery at church. Cooper was a year younger than me, he was a wild kid, always taking things to the risk or the extreme. Super fast as well, faster than all of the kids on the playground, running was one of his passions. Cooper once told me that when he grows up he'll become a track star. As silly as it sound he had my full support, because you could never say no to Cooper. You could never tell him what to do.

I on the other hand was the balance for Cooper's wild behavior. Much more soft spoken and tame for a 10 year old. I may have not been the fastest runner, but I sure did have a good arm at throwing things. I had a goal, to become the world's best baseball player. It was my dream after all, to be on the professional teams and be famous. I wanted to make my mom proud

I must admit some of my behavior is like that, mostly because I was a mommas boy. It was just her and I after all, which I didn't mind. Though sometimes Cooper would joke that his dad, who was also single, should marry my mom so that we can be brothers and live together. I always told him that we wouldn't need legal documents in order to be brothers. As long as we stick together we will always be brothers.

Well that promise didn't last long... Cooper and I wear out in the front yard of my house, playing baseball as usual. I was using my new metal bat that I got for my birthday, it was much stronger than my old wooden bat. We were having a fun time, Cooper was about to throw the ball until he arm suddenly dropped and let go of the ball.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I turned my head to see what Cooper was now looking at. My eyes widen and I start to feel the same sense of fear that Cooper might be feeling. Two black cars parked in my driveway, and five government agents came out of them. My heart skips a beat. It can't be.

I watched as the knocked on the front door of my home, my mom answering it a second later. The government agents start talking to her, and even though I couldn't hear what they were saying, I could tell by the look on mom's face that this way good.

Cooper tugged on my sleeve. "You don't think the president actually signed that bill right?..." Cooper looked worried now, and I so was I. I clenched my fist into my shirt.

"He would only sign it if war ever started....." The realization dawned upon us both. My lips trembled. "I don't want to go to war...." I mumbled those words with tears falling from my eyes.

That was the last day I ever saw my mom again.

That was the day I was robed of everything.

Strike 1

A 10 year old out in the battlefields of war, that isn't something you saw everyday. But here I was, fearing that my life could end at any moment in these trenches. And it would be like this for the next 9 years.

It took some adjusting to, though there was no time to adjust. Hand a gun to a 10 year old and tell him to go to the trenches and figure it out. I wasn't even given training. They didn't care. They wouldn't care about me. I was a child who would get in their way.

I didn't blame them. After all this wasn't the military decision after all, it was the horrible president at the time who made this decision. What the Nimone government did was cruel. They went through every legal citizen document and determined who would be drafted into war. We already had plenty of men above 18 drafted, but it wasn't enough. With the law at the time, anyone who was above 10 years old, could be drafted if they were proved useful enough to be used.

And that's what upset me the most. That I was just some weapon in their eyes. A tool to be once and never again. I wasn't the only one upstairs though. Many parents and families were upstairs by this dumb decision. It wasn't just families either, it was our own men as well who were outraged by this decision.

Upon my first day at the military base I met the leader of my unit squad, Captain Ross. He was a tall and well built man, always having a cigarette in hand and giving cold gazes at everyone. It was scary first meetings him. After all, the captains in the Nimone are train and built to be unstoppable military weapons. Nothing can stop them, and they will not stop until they are dead.

Being compared to this grown man compared to me was quite scary contrast. I was just some tiny kid compared to him. We both looked at each other for the first time and I can tell by the look in his mustard yellow eyes that he was displeased. There was a scoff as Ross stared down at me. "Who the Hell put a 10 year old in my unit squad? This is a kid, he should be home, not here about to die for our country." At least Ross and I were on the same page. Who's mess up idea was this anyways?

Everything from that day forward continued to go down. You expect the 10 year old to be a helper in transporting supplies or be in the med bay, but no I was thrown straight to the front lines. The trenches. The conditions of trenches were horrible, but the treatment around here was worse.

I wasn't given proper clothes that were my size, everything I worn was made for grown men. I had to learn how to sew to keep my shirt together because I wasn't given new clothes. I been wearing the same shirt the militarily gave me for over 10 years now.

The bunks were hard as rocks, I could barely sleep. That's even if I could sleep at all within the anxiety that any moment a bomb could drop on us. Sometimes I didn't even get to sleep in bed. Someone I would pass out in the trenches or on the floor. I had to push myself to still be barely functional.

They needed me after all, all for my ability. It was either fighting in the trenches, or infiltrating the enemy team as a spy. With my ability I could look, sound, and act like someone else as long as I had a single strand of their DNA on a peice of clothing for me to wear, I could transform to be like them. Mirror Mirror, I called it. This was useful to the military, since I had to use it a lot. My ability was the only reason why I was still living while fellow soliders fall dead to the floor before my eyes.

They all started calling me DNA, Levi DNA, since that's what I was to them. I was called that name so many times that to this day I can't remember my own real last name now. That war has made me forget a lot of things.

Strike 2

I try to suppress the memories and nightmares so hard, but at the cost of forgetting anything good before the war. I was robed of the memories of my childhood because of it. Even if I did try to forget, the ones that were the worse always lingered in the back of my mind. All those moments of being in pain and suffering. Everything was starting to become dull around 18.

This was had been going on for so long that I was loosing my reason to keep fighting. As if I ever had a reason to in the first place. I was just doing what I was told. Go spy on these guys, aim for the head, use your ability, back to the battlefield you go. All words that have no importance to me anymore.

I remember one time I was in the medical bay, I had gotten badly injured, but even in that moment I couldn't rest for long. Dr. Ikari, a young man who never got to finish school, had to patch me up. Unfortunately he had to send me right back out to the battlefield a minute after he was done attending me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that we were feeling the same thing. This dullness that we both felt. I barely talked to him, but I could tell that both of our worlds were become gray.

When I was around 19 I thought there was nothing left to look forward to. The war was slowing down but I was already numb. Or so I thought until one day I saw a familiar face. Jumps off the bus was a familiar red head, it was Cooper! For the first moment in a long time I smiled as I saw him. He spotted me and we waved to each other. He still recognized me! I never felt more happy in that moment.

At last we can be like brothers again. Things became less dull, there was some color back into my life. Things were finally looking up. We would sit in the dining hall, eating the worst food, but that didn't matter to me. I got to talk to. My best friend.

Cooper would catch me up on everything that I have missed and I would vent to him about how this war was. His optimism brought up my spirits, which brought me to ease. He barely has changed since I last saw him, my same old buddy. We promised that once this war was over that we would support each other while we fulfilled our dreams. A track star and a baseball player.

Strike 3

That promise didn't stay.

I was robed again.

I could never forget that moment.

We were out in the battlefield, trying to traverse no man's land, our side finally had the upper hand in closing end on the enemy. But we lost many men that day, including Cooper.

He didn't react faster in time. Before I knew it, I was cradling his dying body in my arms, blood dripping from his forehead. Cooper was shot in the head. I couldn't stop crying. I wasn't even fighting anymore. All I did was lay on the battlefield, holding him closer to me. "Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me." I would mumble to myself through tears.

But he left. I believe now that he's resting well with God in heaven.

In that moment I could forgive myself. I couldn't forgive the enemy team. I couldn't forgive our own government for all of this. Things were becoming dull again, but there was this redness starting to boil in the inside of me. This ticking time bomb.

Then it happened.

I had enough.

The day I finally snapped.

I'm out

I regret everything I have done in that span of a week. I was the reason why things got worse. It was little things at first. Ignoring Ross commands, running straight into dangerous territory and slaughtering the enemies, or throwing a grenade at helicopters. Then it got worse, I destroyed many of our own military weapons and transport, with some of our own men still in them. I set some of the base on fire. Gave valuable information to the enemy team. Held hostages of innocent people. Many things.

All these things became documented, published for all the public to see. Soon Levi DNA became a name to hate. I was a danger to everyone around me. That I need to be killed or locked up away forever.

There were two final straws that let to my arrest. The president at the time came over to the base, there for a impossible meeting. He was the reason why I was suffering like this. With all the rage built up in me, I tried to assassinate the president. It took 6 guys to stop me from doing so.

But I wasn't done that day. The worst thing that I have done was use me ability for a murder. I transformed to look like Captain Ross, committing a murder on the previous vice captain at that time, making it look like he was the one who did it. I baseball almost ruined his name and reputation.

He hated me that day since.

There I was, now arrested and locked away in a high prison facility. Ross took the pleasure to torture me in breaking my spirit, in which he did. There was nothing to look forward to anymore. Everything had became gray once again. I felt nothing as I sat in my dark cell, chained to the wall. I didn't deserve good treatment. I didn't deserve kindness or anything good. After all a criminal, a monster, doesn't deserve anything at all.

There was no reason for me to live anymore, and I was ready to accept that.

For a long time in that cell I would be in my own little headspace, daydreaming that I was living a better life with my family and friends. It was my only "joy" left. But even that couldn't be enough.

I was ready to end it all, yet a tiny part of me told me not yet. One more chance. I try to ignore that tiny bit of hope left, but I caved in. I made a promise to myself, that if I could not find a reason to continue on living in a month, then I would end it all.

So I acted. With brute force I broke out of that prison. I snuck onto a boat headed towards Japan. I free myself and upon leaving Nimone to Japan, I did find one major thing to keep me living. The sun and rakn. The sun was so warm and bright, great against my skin and the rain was so calming and cooling.

This was my chance to start again.

Back in the game

Upon arriving to Japan, I ended up in Yoko's city. There I was already lost and confused. I didn't know where to go or where to stay. I didn't know Japanese so asking for help was a impossible.

For my first few weeks there I was a hobo, wandering around, taking food out of trash cans. I found a abandon car to sleep in for the nights, but I barely got sleep. Things weren't looking good again. I desperately needed a job.

But who would hire a criminal?

That's until I stumbled upon this building and this man with probably over 20 children. His name was Mr Fukuzawa. And upon meeting him, my life was never the same again. Things changed, for the good this time. And I was welcomed into a new life with such amazing and kind people. My world had color again.

I'm forever thankful for that day.

Thank you.

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Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 4/7)

Hell yeah we're over halfway done! Isn't that crazy? I don't have too much to say here sooooooo onto the usual stuff

I plan on posting them in order by groups of three, so there's gonna be seven parts in total, all of which I'll be linking here when done vvv

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!

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Designs under the cut!

VRISKA:

Vriska has an extra set of arms that they can retract and extract whenever they please. However, they usually keep those arms hidden.

The long needle she's holding is her trusty sword that she's used since her pirate days. She doesn't use it as much as she used too, but it's good to keep it on her for self defense in case of an emergency.

The marks on thier neck and shoulders aren't tattoos, they're birthmarks.

Good at sewing, as she often would have to fix her coat after getting into epic pirate sword fights. Sara and Vriska are sewing buddies!

It is unknown why they're unable to sleep, but while the rest of the team sleeps they often find themselves wandering around and doing whatever they want.

Artist's note: I based Vriska's design off the fact that I wanted to make her look like a bootleg version of the og Vriska. As in "Hey that's Vriska" but also "That's not VRISKA" if you get what I mean

MALL BINGO:

Trained herself to become resistant to poison (and by "trained" I mean she just ate a bunch of poison until her body became almost immune to it... please don't try this at home.)

Often goes scavenging for items when she's doesn't feel like robbing someone. If she's lucky enough she'll find some good items scattered around because "stupid trainers often leave good shit on the ground for some reason" (due to all the items you can pick up from the ground ingame lmao)

Mal lost her leg in one of her first heists, after she and another pawmi tried stealing from the wrong person at the worst possible time.

The gun she keeps with her wasn't originally hers, it belongs to someone else.

On a more positive note, Mal has plenty of stories and tall tales to share. She learned them from the eldest in her little pawmi group, as they would often tell her stories before going to sleep. Mal will often share those same stories with Peppy Jr and Mykyie Jr.

Can and will bite you. You won't be expecting it. Be warned.

GRUNPILO:

Due to his abundantly long hair, Grunpilo often lets Mal play around with it and style it however she wants.

It is unknown how or why he picked up on puppetry specifically, but it makes him happy so who are we to judge?

Speaking of which, he creates his own puppets by hand, from simple sock puppets to marionettes on strings. The two hand puppets shown are his favorite ones though.

Sometimes he'll be found speaking to them as if they're real.

Not good in social situations or confrontation, so Mal will sometimes have to speak for him. ("EXCUSE ME! He asked for no pickles!" /ref)

EXTREMELY light, very easy to pick up.

And that's all! Only three more batches left woo, hopefully I can finish them by the end of the year lol.