#oooooooo interesting take

[keeps-ache]

oooooo what if i reblogged literally everything i've ever drawn for pink space

[rius-cave]

One of the other asks game me an idea...Imagine if in an au, Adam was sent down to spy on the hotel since he would fit in perfectly with how he acts and how he doesn't care. He gets quite close to Luci and the others as well, warming up to them and feeling quite happy around them. He and Angel became friends pretty early on and they've been making the hotel more lively by how loud they are. He's been writing reports to heaven about the state of the hotel and hell as a whole. One day, he accidentally leaves one of the half written letters on the desk in his room and when Angel, who's been allowed in his room before, finds it. He reads it and gets a bit confused. He feels betrayed but doesn't know what to think so he just thinks about it before telling the others. Next extermination rolls around, now led by Lute. She went to him. She broke his room's window and told him that he has to go with her because Heaven made the decision that they know enough. Adam goes with her while the others rush to his room and break down the door. He is long gone by the time they get there. The group panics and start to look for him. They think the exterminators took him away. They want to recue him while Angel is rethinking his decisions and tries to tell that he is a spy but no one listens to him because everything is happening way too fast. In the meantime, Heaven decided that they have a change of plans and they need to get rid of the hotel as a whole. They are planning to make it look like an accident during the next extermination and blow up the whole thing, with the help of Adam, of course. While the others in hell are working towards rescuing him, he is trying to convince heaven to not kill them. He gathered some angels by his side but it's far from enough. He is slowly rethinking his decisions and feelings... Maybe the fate of the hotel was to perish after all... Just a tiny idea.

OOOOOOOO so basically what sir pentious was meant to be at the start?? Honestly, that's pretty interesting. It's a bit of a cliche and classic storyline to be line, bad guy comes in and pretends to be a good guy but by the end of things he actually IS a good guy by the power of friendship. BUTTTTTT I think it fits Adam well if you take into consideration that he would be too stubborn to actually go to the hotel willingly. I DO feel like Adam would be BAD at acting that way though LOL. Like that guy can't lie for shit sdfkjdsFDSD. He spilled the beans on the secret about the exterminations on the freaking trial lol (though you could argue that he DID keep the secret since they started)

[madameminor]

In More Ways Than One, Part 7 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Crime...

Summary: Your Sergeant has given you an order. Kind of. And you're following it. Kind of. Its hard out here for a brat.

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Tags: No smut this chapter, just a brat bein' a brat.

Warnings: Rough handling towards end of chapter.

Notes: You lucky minxes, this one chapter became so long I had to make it into two chapters. Here's the first one. The second one will be posted within the next week. Enjoy ;) Thanks @corona-one for sharing your vaccine knowledge, and @dumfanting once more for your beta-ing!

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“…and last thing. What’s going on with your medic?”

“What do you mean?”

“There are some interesting rumors going around, starting to make their way higher in the ranks.”

“Oh really? What about?”

“Let’s just say it's about your medic’s… relationship with all of you.”

“Hmph. Yeah, we’ve heard about the ‘whore of 99’.”

“Oof, that’s the one. Normally I wouldn’t worry about it, but it's getting loud enough that the Generals might hear, and they’ll want to check in on the whole situation, for her safety. Now I know you boys, but you aren’t known around command for your gentile personalities. Wherever it’s coming from, reign it in a little bit. Your squad doesn’t need that kind of speculation - her least of all. Don’t need the whole GAR knowing her intimate details. Got it, trooper?”

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You walk in and lean against the door frame as Cody disappears from the holoprojector. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Cody never calls ‘just to chat’. Another mission? An emergency? You watch Hunter with his chin in his hand and your heart goes to him.

“That bad, hm?” 

He turns towards you.

“No, nothing to really worry about.” He holds out his hand. You take it, using it to straddle him, to get in close and comfort him. You lean your arms on his shoulders, carding your fingers gently through his hair.

“Then what’s the matter, Sergeant Hunter?” you smirk down at him, watching him take you in.

His hand settles on your waist, rubbing between the joints of your armor. “Hm, just sounds like that rumor run is working too well. Cody was calling to ask about it, give us a heads up.”

You tilt your head forward, giving your lovingly incredulous look more emphasis. “Is that really a problem? That WAS the goal.”

He smirks, his crook-ed finger slightly lifting your chin. “If Cody is warning us about it, It’s…something to keep an eye on. Might be best to appear as a “regular squad’ today out among the regs.”

Your heart sinks a little bit, along with a twinge of irritation at his tone. You huff. “So we’re play-acting after all.”

He smirks up at you. 

“You’ll find a way to get through.”

Oh you will, will you? “This sounds like an order, Sergeant”

“Hah. I guess it is.” He nuzzles into your neck, taking in your scent.

OOOOoooo… so Hunter has quite a bit to learn about relationships. You could be an adult and talk about it. Buuuuut… where’s the fun in that?

A lesson then. So be it.

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Knowing what’s to come, you make sure to spend your landing time hungrily making out with Crosshair on his bunk, your fingers in his hair, his fingers desperately squeezing your hip- 

-all just in time for the hatch to open. 

You softly groan into his lips. “Crooooss… we have to go.”

His lips move to your neck, fingers pulling you closer to him. “Let them hear. Worked out last time.”

You sigh in regret. “We can’t, Hunter’s orders.”

He nips at your neck in frustration.

“Fine. Later, you’re mine.”

He stands, pulling you up and grabbing his helmet. You take a second to kiss him again, nuzzling him to look at you.

“Whatever happens, Cross, just remember. I’m ending up with you tonight.”

He looks you up and down with slight suspicion, but nods, turning to join the others in their descent.

Standing at attention and awaiting your party is a trooper in armor decorated in dark purple, the designs minimal, but well drawn. He removes his helmet to reveal a standard clone face, minus a scar through one eyebrow and a small soul patch. There’s a merry glint to his serious eyes. You like him already.

“Clone Force 99, welcome aboard the Captivator. I’m Captain Case. Commander Core has been held up in strategy, but I’ll be taking you to your own briefing room to wait for him-” He pauses as his eyes light on you, his head cocking slightly to the side. You smile at him, using your bashful smile.

Hunter glances to you and back. “Problem?”

The Captain blinks, looking back to Hunter. “Apologies, just didn’t know your squad held a nat- a, uh, non-clone.”

You step past Tech, daintily offering your hand. “Good to meet you, trooper. I have a name, but everyone calls me ‘your majesty’.”

He grins. “Who am I to break tradition?” He takes your hand, pressing his lips to the plastoid covering your fingers. “Does that mean you require an escort?”

“From a dashing trooper such as yourself? Yes, I believe it does.”

He offers his arm out to you with a slight bow, grin widening. “Then if you will, ma’am.”

You take it with a flirty smirk, doing your best impression of royalty, completely ignoring the feeling of eyes on your back.

He glances back at the squad, oblivious to any harm. “If you’ll follow me.”

You chat with the Captain as he leads you on, the usual about the usual: ship’s company and capabilities. When you make it to the briefing room, Case excuses himself to retrieve the Commander, bowing to you with a grin and a flourish. You chuckle; not all troopers go along with the gag, but it's fun when they do. 

Once he’s gone, you ignore all of the chairs - opting instead to sit on the briefing table, legs crossed, leaning back on your arms.

“Enjoy yourself?” Crosshair seethes. You can almost feel the jealousy radiating off of him, especially after getting him so excited before.

You wave your hand, dismissing his concerns. “SOMEone has to make up for your grumpy face.”

He relaxes a bit from your joke - but only a bit. 

Echo sits himself in the chair next to you, his eyes glancing up your legs as his hand settles on the exposed point above your knee. 

“Just remember we’re here for business, cyar’ika,” he murmurs to you as the others take their seats. 

“Says the one checking me out,” you smile, biting your lip as you glance down at his codpiece. “Do you like what you see, trooper? Because I do.”

His eyes involuntarily trace down your body, thoughts clearly headed into erotic territory-

“Knock it off, both of you,” Hunter barks from the chair to the other side of you, clearly displeased. “We've got incoming.”

Echo removes his hand guiltily, but you stay right. Where. You. are.

The doors part and in walks Commander Core and his Captain. The Commander has a short but full mustache from one side of his lip to the other.He seems barrel chested for a clone, if that’s possible, and he has the same jovial spark as his captain - with the same seriousness just behind it. You like it.

“Well, Clone Force 99, glad to see you comfortable. Sorry for the wait, you know strategy meetings.” Hunter stands, helmet under his arm. “Ah! Sergeant Hunter, I believe, good to put the flesh to the face.” They clasp arms in greeting, each acknowledging the other.

“Likewise, Commander. This is my squad, Tech: Crosshair: Wrecker: Echo: and-”

Core grins as you’re indicated. “Ah yes, the Queen herself. It's an honor to have you aboard our humble vessel, your majesty.” He takes your hand and kisses it with a small bow. He murmurs under his breath, “Usually I’m the only Queen around, so I appreciate the company.”

You chuckle as he releases your hand and turns to the others.

“Heard good things about all of you, and you’re going to need everything you’ve got for this one. Take your seats and let's get to it." He and the Captain take their places at the other end of the table, activating the table. "You’re headed to Saila III…”

The briefing is well thought out and concise - you’re impressed. The mission was on a planet largely toxic to organic life- which is why the droid army found it a perfect place to set up a secret droid research and development factory. There were inoculations that could be taken, but wouldn’t do for a whole army in a full on assault. No, they needed a small team, in and out, destroy everything, steal what data was possible - if the team could make it out alive.

The Commander was right, this one would be a doozy. For anyone else.

Core turns off the table and stands up from his chair. “That’s all the info I have for you - check in with the Med bay about your inoculations; there’s a time table to worry about, so the sooner you can get those started, the sooner you can head out.”

Hunter nodded. “Then that’s our next stop.”

You smile at the Captain standing off to the side. “Will you be escorting us this time, Captain?”

He grins at you. “Sadly, no, there’s other business requiring my attention - but this mouse droid will take you where you need to go.” A droid moves forward from a corner and chirps, rolling towards the door.

“Your majesty,” the Commander pulls your attention back. “Selfish of me to ask, I know, but while you’re aboard would you do me the honor of joining me for a meal? I love my brothers, but sometimes I need more… feminine company.” He furtively glances at your squad and winks at you. HAH.  So he could see what was going on.

You try to keep your grin from being too knowing. “I would be delighted, sir.”

“Good, I look forward to it.” He turns to the now strangely tense squad. “Thanks again, boys. Dismissed.”

You all salute before heading out the doors, following behind the tiny droid humming along. 

Crosshair strides up next to you angrily. “What was that?” 

Wrecker comes up to your left. “Yeah, did he just ask you to dinner? Like a DATE?”

You smirk internally. “No, you two, he’s not interested in women. He just wants a break from being surrounded by men. I know the feeling.” 

“Oh.” Wrecker says, taking this in. “Wait, so is the Captain, uh, like that too? 

“No... He was just so nice before, I wouldn’t mind his company.” You try to keep your answer innocent enough.

You might have fluttered your lashes a little too much. He grins and scoops you up with one arm, making you squeal. “What are you up to, babe?”

You smile down at him, nuzzling his face. “Just following orders.”

Hunter’s voice breaks the moment. “Wrecker, put her down. Now.”

"AWWWWOOOOoooooOOO!" You scowl over at him as Wrecker groans, setting you back on the floor. “Fine.”

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Arriving at the medbay is simple enough - getting the attention of one of the clones is harder. It’s a bit chaotic, for a medbay, and you’re barely even acknowledged as the moments drag by. 

You sidle up to Hunter, handing him your helmet. “I’ve got this, Sarge,” you say in a deeper, serious voice, like you’re wading into the trenches. He eyes you suspiciously as you walk towards a trooper with his face in a microscope, putting a little sway in your hips. Yes, Hunter can watch you 'handle it'.

The table is up to your waist- so you lean over it. You prop yourself up by your elbows, your chin resting on the back of one hand. You can't help but grin, thinking of your boys staring at your ass while you flirt with someone else.

“Excuse me, trooper.” 

The man before you looks up quickly, pulled from his work. “Oh, uh, ma'am, uh, hello, I’m sorry I was in my only little world there.”

You smile good-naturedly. “I know the feeling. What are you inspecting?”

“Oh, uh, the reactions of the antibodies we have between a bunch of our vaccines. Since there are several we need for upcoming missions, we want to administer as many as possible without overloading the immune system. Well, a clone immune system. Non-clones are a different story, of course. Though, with the information we gain from clone genetics, perhaps there is a way to include something else in the inoculation to bolster the non-clone immune system while it processes multiple vaccines at once, which would- Oh, uh, I’m sor-”

“Which would save the average non-clone quite a bit of money, if not just another trip to a physician,” you smile, your heart warming towards him. “That’s such a wonderful way to use your access to knowledge. On behalf of nat-borns everywhere, I thank you.”

He beams with gratitude and chuckles. “Just doin’ my duty, ma’am.” You watch as he takes you all in, a bashfulness falling over him at your positioning. He clears his throat. “So, uh, what can I help you with?”

“My squad and I are looking to get our inoculations, and you looked like the man to see, so…”

“Oh, yes! The Saila III mission.” He pauses, glancing at you with confusion. “You’re with the 99?”

You sigh dramatically. “Yes. Someone has to keep those boys in line.” You let your eyes roam over his waiting slides. “Sometimes I wish I could just stay in a lab, find a good partner and focus on helping others. I’m a little envious of you,” 

You see him swallow out of the corner of your eye. Flirtation: success. “I know the feeling.”

You look back at him with a coy smile, letting the moment drag on just a bit until: “So, trooper, those inoculations?”

“Oh! Right.” He quickly turns to his computer. “We can start with the first set now, their side effects are relatively mild.” He reaches below the tabletop, pulling out three hand-length boxes and pushing them towards you. “In one standard rotation, depending on your bodies’ reactions, we should be able to do the next batch. Though with a nat-born… this may take a bit longer than anticipated…” he frowns in thought, calculating timelines and reviewing requirements on his screen. “Twice the time. We’ll need you all to stay aboard and under supervision for at least four days.”

“Four?” You blink in surprise, remembering the briefing. “Does the Commander know this?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have my S.O. send him a report.” He looks at you, in his element. “We’ll see what we can do to get you out promptly - I know what you’re doing is important. We don’t want to hold you back, we just want to make sure you aren’t handicapped out on the field.”

You genuinely smile at the slight mirror of yourself. “I know the feeling. What’s your name?”

He blinks in surprise, the bashful returning. “Theo.”

“Theo.” You take him in, standing up and tapping lightly on the table. “Thank you, Theo. We’ll settle in and wait for further orders. I’m sure I’ll see you again.” You take the three boxes in hand and, with a winsome smile in his direction, turn and head back to your squad-

-who are all staring at you in varying states of “wtf”. Confusion, interest, jealousy, irritation, and amusement.

You internally preen. Perfect.

“Our timeline has been extended.”

Hunter hands you back your helmet. “What do you mean?”

You set it, your pack, and the boxes down on a free examination table and start setting up one dose of the first vaccine. “Apparently to properly inoculate all of us, we, well, mostly I, need to be under observation for four days to keep an eye on our symptoms.” You click the first syringe into your injector gun. “Who’s first?”

Crosshair steps forward angrily, taking the chance to get close to you. “Is that ALL he said?” he hisses, clearly having trouble reigning in his contempt. You ignore him, moving his undershirt aside to administer the dose.

“He said one standard rotation per dose, at least for clone bodies, and that’s for the 3 types of vaccines the Commander said we’d need.” You load in the next vaccine for Crosshair, applying it to the other side of his neck.

“That timeline suggests you will need them every other rotation.” Tech takes a moment to note the time and enter something into his data pad. “Excellent. Then we will need the barracks they’ve assigned to us for longer than intended.”

“And something to EAT!” Wrecker says as you lock in the next vaccine. “C’mon little droid, take us to some FOOD.” 

“Not yet, Wrecker,” you smile, injecting Crosshair’s third shot and waving the gun at him. “First thing’s first. And you’re next.”

His face drops. “AAWWWoooooooOOOOH! I HATE shots!”

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The little mouse droid beeps an encouragement as you exit the med bay and head down the hall, all of you following in slight formation. 

Hunter hangs back, cornering you the best way he can (you know, while walking out in the open). 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You blink at him sweetly. “Following orders.”

Oh, he’s not pleased with that answer. “I said to act like a regular squad, not flirt with every trooper you see.”

You drop the act, letting yourself speak plainly. “No, you said ‘find a way to get through it'. So I am. I WANT to be flirting with all of you, but I’ll make do with a few regs for now.” You look forward again. “Just trying to be good for you, Sergeant.”

“Hooo…” he shakes his head, almost chuckling in his frustration. “If you keep this up…”

You look at him again. “You’ll what? Punish me for following orders? You know what I say about ‘natural consequences', Hunter.” You make sure to meet his eyes. “Next time, Sergeant, be more specific. Or even better, lets talk about it and come up with something together. You know, like partners.”

He slows to a stop, letting you continue on. A quick glance behind shows he’s pensive - he’s heard you. You nod to yourself, satisfied as you move to catch up with your boys in time to enter the mess. 

The hall was busy, but not packed. Clones littered the tables in crews of 2 or 3, with a whole squad taking up a table here and there. You catch some of them glancing curiously at your crew before ducking in to whispers, but the air was far from hostile. 

Hm. That was a nice change.

“Alright, I’m starving!” Wrecker led the charge on the food line, the rest of you following. 

The fare is good (for ship life), and you take your favorites, finishing just before Tech. Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair have already claimed a table in the back, but you’re headed somewhere else today. You start to head towards a table just to the right of them.

“Where are you going?” Tech’s tone is curious more than anything.

You turn to him, your head indicating your destination. “To sit with some new faces.”

“That is out of the ordinary. As is much of your behavior today,” he observes thoughtfully, eyes searching your face. “What is your objective? Are you feeling alright?”

“Why, Tech,” you smile, batting your eyelashes. “I’m just following orders.”

You wink and spin on your heel, heading towards trouble, Crosshair’s glare burning into your shoulder blades.

You sidle up to the table. “Do you mind if I join you, boys?”

The table falls quiet.

The clone closest to you, sporting a GAR tattoo on his neck, blinks, glancing at his squad mates and then back to you “Uh…us? Really?”

The one across from him, shaved bald with an intricate pattern tattooed across his scalp, glances over at your squad and back to you. “What about the, uh… what about your squad?” You can hear a bit of a smirk in there. “Get into a fight?”

You glance behind you, feigning confusion. “What? Oh no, I see them all the time, sometimes I just need a change of company, you know? Hear some new stories, get 'the gos' circling around.”

“Really? Well, we’ve got some ‘good gos’ about- OW!” GAR tattoo glares across the table at bald tattoo, rubbing his calf underneath the table.

Bald tattoo keeps his eyes on you. “Sure… that makes sense. Guess not all natborns are used to keeping the same company.” He winces a bit. “Oh, uh, excuse me, ma’am-”

You sit down with a chuckle, leaning on one hand. “Trooper, I’m not some shiny. I know what a natborn is.”

He chuckles, and the entire table seems to relax. “Fair enough.” He reaches out his hand. “The names Dorn.”

You take it. “A pleasure, Dorn.” 

And you’re in.

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Hunter sits down amidst a squad in chaos.

Crosshair’s hiss is barely understandable through his clenched teeth. “What does she mean she’s following orders?”

Tech digs his fork into his food, thoughtful rather than perturbed. “I am not entirely sure. She did not elaborate before heading in that direction.”

Wrecker is so confused he hasn’t touched his food. “So we don’t even know what orders she’s following?”

Echo looks over at Hunter’s face, knowing eyes putting it together. “You know what she’s talking about.”

Hunter sighs as he picks up his carb, breaking it in half before looking over to where you’re laughing with the Commander’s boys. It all made sense now. Alright, he can acknowledge he had some growing to do. He got your point. Didn’t mean he liked the way you taught it to him.

“I got a com from Cody, said to be careful the way we act around the regs. Command was getting wind of our arrangement, was afraid they’d come asking questions.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he takes a bite of his bread. “I told her to take it easy today, act like a normal squad. She wasn’t happy, I told her to find a way through it, she asked if that was an order."

Echo smirks. “And you said yes.”

“Fell right into her trap,” Hunter acknowledged, shaking his head. “Just told me her way of getting through is flirting with the regs instead of us. She’s trying to teach me a lesson, but she’s probably using the chance to tease all of you at the same time.”

“Ah, yes,” Tech returns to eating, “and in a way that we are unable to react without causing suspicion. I am impressed.”

“I’m not.” Wrecker grumbles. “Just want to carry her off and mark her up. See if those regs flirt with her when they see she’s taken.”

Hunter’s intellect perks up; That’s right - HE couldn’t punish you for following orders, but Crosshair and the others could for causing trouble. He smirks to himself. Well, he could find loopholes, too.

“Crosshair.”

The Sniper side eyes him. 

“You warned her what happens when she’s a tease?”

Crosshair nods slightly.

“And would you boys all agree that she’s being a tease?”

Wrecker frowns. “OH yeah.”

Tech adjusts his goggles. “I believe I would agree with that, yes.”

“Then it looks like we’re in for an interesting night. Crosshair, you’re the lead on this. Got any ideas?”

Crosshair’s eyes slink back to you, a satisfied smirk slowly settling in. “Oh, do I.”

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The Core boys are a good bunch. They have you genuinely laughing- and maaaaybe you amp it up a little bit, throw in some general, harmless flirting every now and then? You get a few blushes, but neither side is forward enough to risk any misunderstandings. All in all, just fun.

You glance over to the squad to see the havoc you’ve wrought: oh, bliss. Crosshair is glaring absolute DAGGERS at you, Hunter is shaking his head, and Echo is slowly starting to get it. The next time… they’re heads are together in a huddle, with Hunter’s listening-to-strategy face peering at you. 

Uh oh.

“...by the C-quad always catches it, so he couldn’t-”

You turn back to Tor, the republic tattoo. “The C-quad?”

Dorn laughs. “That's what we call Commander Core and Captain Case. Four Cs, C quad. Much easier.”

You grin. “I get it, clever.”

You’re pulled back into the conversation with your tablemates for several more minutes until a slight shadow falls over you- Echo has made his way over. You glance at where he was sat to see that the rest of the batch has left already.

“Excuse me, brothers, I’ve come to claim our medic.” He looks at you with an amused ‘alright, play time’s over’ look on his face. “Joining us, your majesty?”

You give a dramatic sigh. “If I must. Pardon me boys, my subjects need me.” You stand and gather your dishes with a smile. “It’s been a pleasure.”

They all say goodbye kindly enough- but you don’t miss the curious looks they shoot between you and Echo.

You deposit your plates and head out of the mess hall.

“Good meal?” you smile at him.

He chuckles, shifting his helmet under his arm. “Any meal that isn’t ration bars is a win to me.”

You love his laugh. Then you remember your ‘uh oh’ moment. “What were you all talking about?”

“Our upcoming mission.” He looks over at you, amused. “How about you? Had some fun?”

You feel the blush, refusing to feel guilty. “Of course. Always nice to make new friends.” You glance at him curiously. “You were…ok with that?”

“Hm.” He glances at you with another amused smirk before looking forward again. “We’ll talk about it when we get to the barracks.”

Hm… interesting…?

You arrive at an unimpressive door and Echo enters in the keycode. The door whisks open to your quarters for the evening, revealing a fairly large room, all things considered - about half the size of the squad’s room on Kamino. There are 6 beds, two on each of the three walls, one on top, the other below, with standard gray GAR bedding. A large table takes up the center of the room, Hunter sitting at the head, arms crossed, and Wrecker sitting on his right, grinning from ear to ear. You look over them both, not sure what to expect.

As you look around for the others, Echo gestures at your back.

“Pack?” 

Well, he can’t be THAT angry with you, then. “Thanks Echo.” You take off your pack and hand it over to him. Glancing back, Wrecker’s grin has only widened.

Hmph. Your hands perch on your hips.

“Alright, Wrecker, what are you boys up to?”

You feel, rather than hear, the whisper by your ear.

“We should be asking you the same question, princess.”

Crosshair’s arm encircles the both of yours, pulling them behind your back, his free hand sliding up to your throat. “You have some serious groveling to do.”

You feel your arousal overtaken with surprise. “Cross- what are you-” 

He lightly squeezes your neck, just enough to get your attention. “You were told what being a brat gets you. Teased and tormented, remember?”

The fire lit inside you is too good to regret. “I-I was just following orders,” you look to Hunter, “right Sergeant?”

Hunter chuckles under his breath. “Hmph. Sure, you were following mine. But they don’t see it that way, do they?”

Oh that bastard. Well played. You gulp against the hand over your throat.

“See princess, Hunter might not be able to punish you,” Crosshair hisses in your ear. “But the rest of us can. And I’ll be showing them how to punish you properly.”

Wait, is this… ALL of them are going to do this? Together? At ONCE?? You can’t help it - you whimper.

“Getting the picture?” Crosshair smirks. “And in case you feel like continuing to be a tease, Hunter is going to sit right there and make sure you take your punishment - or you’re sleeping on the Marauder. Alone.”

Hunter leans forward, making sure you’re keeping eye contact with him.

“You understand, trooper?”

Your voice is a squeak against Crosshair's grip. “Y-yes, sir.”

He finally allows a smug smirk, leaning back to watch. “Remember, your word is meiloorun.”

Kriffing sith hells, here it goes.

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[celestialulu]

oooooooo you wanna tell me about nalu kpop au oooooooooooo you wanna tell me about nalu kpop au soooo bad

I feel like this is gonna be hard to do as a lot of the things I thought of bounced off of your ideas lol,, sorry if i accidentally stole ur ideas... anyway heres my thoughts on a nalu kpop au (its gonna be a LONG post i have a LOT of thoughts my baddd):

Well first of all I make a pinterest board for most of the aus I think of, just for a general idea and aesthetic and heres the one i did for that !!

(sorry it may not be that great I just needed some stuff to visualize it lol)

-Honestly i'm indecisive and cannot decide if I would personally put them in a group or if they would be soloists. I do think Lucy would suit being a soloist and it has a lot of potential if she were, reasons like her being from a prestigious family could be interesting with lucy feeling isolated and lonely a lot.

-Following the last point, maybe a lot of people in the industry might not really feel the need to talk to her much or have pre-existing assumptions about her and how she would act.

-Natsu (also a popular idol in the industry) first interacts with Lucy at some award show and he knows of her and loves her songs and performances but in that moment he doesn't really connect the dots and realize it's her, but he knows that she feels familiar for some reason.

-They talk a little and Lucy is surprised as she doesn't speak to many people that aren't staff or management and forced promotional stuff. She's a little awkward and she tends to talk a lot and rant because of that and Natsu thinks she's kinda weird (but in a nice way). They're cut off from that and don't see each other for the rest of the evening.

-Natsu realizes it was Lucy a few days later and no one believes that talked with her.

-They become close friends after being tasked to do a collab stage performance together.

-They practice a LOT, of course because they are hard workers but also because they enjoy spending time together and spending time together outside of work would cause rumors.

-The pure tension they have while practicing some of the moves for the performance.

-Natsu getting hit on the head of how attractive Lucy is after they go all out in one of their final practice sessions when shes sweaty, hair completely sticking out everywhere and wearing comfy baggy clothes which she wore for the purpose of practicing. (and also vice versa for Lucy)

-Natsu and Lucy looking hot (and cute) as fuck on a magazine cover photoshoot together.

-And alternatively, Natsu or Lucy looking hot as fuck for a solo magazine photoshoot and the other seeing it and having their own crisis.

-After the collab stage they aren't able to hang out or meet, even though Natsu has tried to on his on accord but his management has to make sure he doesn't, and although Lucy also misses hanging out with him she doesn't want any rumors to circulate and Natsu makes it his mission to try and find her at any event she might also be attending.

-They text and call a lot. Natsu often gets teased by others because of how much he smiles and laughs while texting Lucy.

-Natsu sends Lucy pictures of ANYTHING that has her on it in public. (posters, magazines, billboards etc etc)

-Natsu and Lucy start to hang out again after Lucy accidentally gets a little tipsy at some event and it's a casual event so Natsu is able to be the one to take Lucy home.

-Then starts the secret meetups, them dressing up in disguises and heavy clothing to even travel to somewhere private like each others home.

-Natsu has the most HIDEOUS disguises btw and Lucy tries to act peeved but she can't help but smile at the silly disguises.

-Lucy attends one of his tour concerts, she wears a bright ribbon in her hair she knows he's seen her wear before hoping he might see her in the audience. He texts her excitedly after the concert asking if she was really there.

-Natsu gifts Lucy matching friendship jewelry for her birthday (could be a necklace or bracelet but for this I like the idea of a necklace more) They both wear them 24/7.

-they hide it for a LONG time… like we're talking MONTHS and then they accidentally slip up and one day people find paparazzi pics of each where the matching jewelry is seen.

-Then they get CRAZY dating rumors like it is EVERYWHERE…

-Lucy is freakinggg the fuck out and Natsu just feels bad because Lucy is so anxious, he couldn't really care less about the public thinking Lucy is his gf but he does get it as rumors like this can damage a career and he knows that.

-They keep silent and carry on as though nothing happened and the rumors sort to die down after a while but theres still those odd few people who believe in it.

-Lucy doing a sexy cunty stage performance on a big big show, and Natsu is attending in the audience and someone slyly filmed his reaction where he is very visibly stunned and very confused about his feelings for her. It circulates social media a lot.

-Lucy sees this video but makes herself believe he isn't into her like that.

-Natsu acts completely indifferent to the video so people won't ask him about it.

-As much as most people would act like he doesn't know Lucy at all after the rumors, on tv shows he doesn't hesitate to sing or dance to her songs publicly.

-People notice how much Natsu and Lucy are very comfortable with each other, teasing and arguing endearingly with each other on a reality tv show.

-They start hanging out publicly without caring after this.

-Them writing lyrics about each other in songs, and Lucy is VERY angsty and poetic about it.

-Lucy getting drunk and asking Natsu "What would we be if we weren't this?"

-Natsu thinks she means career wise, and starts to think of what he would be if he wouldn't be an idol. She clarifies she meant them as in their relationship with each other. He can't answer.

-After that, it's a little awkward. Natsu doesn't know if she remembers. She does. But she doesn't dare act like she does.

-It gets a bit more crazy as they are asked to do another collab stage together after the success of the last one. They accept because, yknow, its like the best way for them to hang out privately without crazy disguises and the like.

-As if the last collab performance was bad enough without the choreography being an average dance this one is WAY WORSE. a lot more contact. a lot more closeness.

-The ending pose of the performance is Lucy laying on the floor and Natsu leaning over her.

-One day, they practice for HOURS straight trying to get it right and perfect the dance. After going all out, and in the ending pose Natsu is looking down at Lucy's messy hair and flushed face and her wide eyes. He kisses her.

-They ditch practicing for the evening and end up making out in the dance practice room for a while.

-Their new collab stage gets leaked when Lucy breaks her ankle and carries her down the street fast as FUCK where there's a really close hospital nearby. He feels bad as they have been practicing so much as an excuse to hangout with each other.

-They basically become "official" after that, but still try and keep it secret from the public. It kinda falls apart after pictures come out where Natsu clearly has a hastily wiped lipstick mark on his cheek and Lucy's neck is littered with hickeys.

-People connect the dots with Natsu and Lucy acting insufferable with each other in public, Natsu cheering his lungs out and supporting Lucy so loudly, and Lucy likewise but a little more restrained than him.

-Natsu once went viral for punching someone trying to get too close to Lucy.

-They never officially state they're together but they don't hide it as much after a while and then in the future one day it comes out that they're literally engaged.

-They have the cutest wedding pics ever and Lucy plays a song she wrote about him before they got together at their wedding.

-Then they're happily supporting each other's activities as a married couple, Natsu commenting and reposting everything Lucy posts and being very loud about her comebacks. Lucy is the same.

This is long as fuck and there's probably so many other things to say but this ended up basically being a whole as story instead of odd headcanons this probably makes ZERO sense. my bad. hope you enjoy anyway <3

[ay0nha]

Hi! Could I request something with adult Newt Scamander? Like, maybe having a cute moment while doing some gardening with him? That's so cottagecore hufflepuff newt Scamander fluff

Fem or gender neutral reader if you decide to do it 😅 thank you!!

OOOOOOOO

Yes. Yes. Yes.

This is very cute! I love the concept. I think I may have to throw some angst in there. Imagine the reader and Newt are still in that pining phase, and feelings are revealed along the way.

I've started concocting a lil sm sm and am putting a lil snippet of progress below! So, stay tuned :)

Words: 0.6K, Pairing: Newt Scamander x gn!reader (ravenclaw)

You had a green thumb. You were convinced of it by how your fingers traced the dew drops on your newly sprouted strawberries. They were small, not quite showing deep red hues, but they were there.  Excitement bubbled in your chest. Your inner Ravenclaw finally became content, finally proving to your old Herbology professor that you truly could excel in all subjects.  

The sun's warmth was just settling on the leaves of the small garden, creating a humid mist. It was far too early to knock on Newt’s case. The picture was already in your head—him startled, sleep marks mirroring the indents of the desk he laid his head on. Either that, or he was still awake, not quite ready to call it a night, or let alone realize the next day was already creeping up. 

That time already? He’d ask innocently, hoping it would ease the look you shot him. Yet, if it had to come down to it, he knew what could truly thaw your glare. Anything new in your garden? 

“Strawberries.” The voice that startled you was small, barely perceptible in the soft breeze.

“You’re up?” You brushed the dirt off your hands to busy yourself.  The only time Newt was up before you was when he was leaving. To hide your frown, you turned to your trowel to fiddle with. “Where are you off to this time?”

“Australia,” Newt commented. “Poachers have been taking Acromantuas there.”

Talking about his creatures, Newt naturally rambled. The spiders were taken from their homes under the guise of protection, only to be taken to Australian farms to be bred. You wondered how he followed and tracked all the peculiarities, but over the years, you learned it was pure instinct. 

Newt watched your gaze travel, thinking your interest in what he had to say was lost. Yet, he missed how your gaze covered your thoughts of how you would miss his company. His time away varied, and you’d grown accustomed to the chattering of creatures and an extra mouth to feed. 

“Have breakfast before you leave.” You decided for him, already pushing yourself from the ground to match his height. 

The kitchen table was small, meant for one person, as was the home itself. It was charming, cozy, and away from the noise of any city. The chairs pulled up at the table were mismatched and caused your knees to hit Newt’s with every shared meal habitually. 

You noted Newt’s comfortability off of it all, of your company. No longer did he blush and apologize with every knock on the knee, but instead, he leaned into it. Or so that’s how you wished to imagine it. 

“How long will you be gone?” The question felt caught at the back of your throat. Once relieved of its position, you sat up a bit straighter.

Newt’s eyes were on your crossed leg, which pulled away from his own. Subconscious or not, he offered you a questioning expression.

“You’ve never asked me that before…” The comment slipped out with pure curiosity, without realizing the repercussions of the blunt tone. “I-I mean, you…you just, I won’t be…” He paused with a nervous laugh before pushing out the rest, “...I won’t be gone long.”

You hummed in thought, your eyes cast down.“You may miss out on the strawberries, is all.”  

I’ll miss you, is what you meant to get across. You confessed the feeling in your chest to yourself, but you hadn’t attempted to share it. You planned to take it to the grave.

“I’m sure there will be plenty,” Newt encouraged knowingly. “Your garden has been growing beautifully.”

Although the one to offer the compliment, Newt was bashful. The compliments weren’t frequent, but their existence caused a welcomed ripple in your chest.

[twisted-lover-boys]

OK, REQUEST TIME!! MushroomFae!Reader with Jade and Trey pls? I've had this in my mind for so long and I really want to see how others interpret the Mushroom Fae aesthetic. I already have an OC for this concept and they're my precious baby, but hmmmmmmmmmm, your writing is just so good I couldn't resist.

Trey And Jade With A Mushroom Fae Partner

{not proof-read}

oooooooo~ interesting! Damn now I gotta do my research

I’m pretty sure I didn’t use pronouns btw!

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Trey, like everyone else in Twisted Wonderland, knew if the existence of fae and their varying forms. He just never thought he’d fall in love with one, let alone form a romantic relationship

He absolutely loves your mushroom cottagecore aesthetic. You look so cute and peaceful and—mans clutching his chest just looking at you in your normal attire

He likes it when neither of you want to go outside, be it for weather reasons or the like. Just doing domestic things with you like baking or tidying up the place makes him feel all fuzzy

Speaking of baking, pastries. They always taste good and look aesthetically pleasing. Sometimes he feels bad for eating them because of the amount of time you put into making them

When weather isn’t a problem, outside dates are very common place between you two and he enjoys the crisp breeze with you beside him

Flower picking and flower crowns are a must whenever you’re outside together. You absolutely had to teach him how to make them but they’re absolutely adorable

Eating outside on dates in a staple in your relationship. You always pick out the nicest, less busiest days and prepare food in advance. The smile on your face every time is worth the prep

Trey doesn’t mind showing affection to you and vice versa but there’s a time and a place for such things. He doesn’t want to be mean, like push you off or reprimand you kind of mean, but he will gently remind you of where you are and to just wait for later

Pre-relationship, he absolutely didn’t understand your courting customs. All he knew was that he had a lot of colorful rocks, flower crowns that never wilted, and mushroom terrariums that never rotted. Post-relationship, any and all of your gifts has a special place in his heart. They’re always in display somewhere in his room

He may not fully understand fae customs yet but he knows that he loves you fully. That isn’t going to change any time soon

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Jade knew of the existence of fae, their stories reaching to the furthest depths of the Coral Sea. He never thought he’d actually meet one, let alone get together with one so it was a surprise to say the least

When he found out about your mushroom aesthetic, he swooned. Literally. When you showed off your room and clothing and ornaments you could see the love struck look on his face. Congratulations, you’re this eel’s new favorite person not that you weren’t before

Although Jade loves going outside, low energy days can be quite common. He doesn’t mind them as they give him a chance to relax with you

Please make mushroom dishes with this man I’m begging. They look good, smell good, and taste good. He’s just happy that you don’t grow tired of them like certain someones and you actually make him your own as well which he adores

Speaking of outside, you’re an official member of the mountain lovers club and no you don’t have a say in this. He absolutely takes advantage of this and uses club time as dates for you both

Flower picking is something he knows you enjoy and will indulge in your little activity. He finds himself loving it a little more than he initially thought

Foraging is common on your outside dates and an activity he enjoys a lot with you. You mainly pick mushrooms and he’s always fawning over them and sharing and exchanging info with you

Of course of all your foraging, the edible ones get turned into dishes for your outside date picnics. He finds those times with you the most relaxing

Jade is very subtle with his affection but encourages you to show off your love for him however you see fit. So long as he’s not on a job for Azul, he’s allowing you to smother him. Just be warned, he will get payback…

Pre-relationship, he understood courting gifts as sea folk do something similar so he caught on fairly quick and gave you his own courting gift in the form of colorful rocks, coral, or seashells. He loved your courting gifts. Terrariums that act like mini forests, never wilting flowers, and rocks that shimmer and shine in the light. He actually considered playing dumb for a while just to see what else you’d give him. Post-relationship, nothings really changed…just the quantity—

Jade loves you and mushrooms and you’re a two-in-one deal for him. He can just barely grasp the norms of fae culture but he doesn’t need to in order to know he loves you dearly

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[redeyerhaenyra]

YOU WRITE FOR KANE??! ABSOLUTELY IM SENDING A REQUEST HAAHHAA

Can I pretty please request a Kane x reader smutty lil something where she KNOWS something is off but missed her husband so much she doesn't care.

Something's wrong with Kane

Summary: Your husband returns after 14 months MIA, but he's not entirely himself..

Warnings: Mentions of smut, spanking, slapping, sensory deprivation, blindfolds, one mention of PTSD, mention of both reader and Kane wanting children, kinda angst if you squint? if I missed any let me know!

Notes: Oooooooo this one was alot of fun to write, I need to do more stuff for Kane, he's so interesting and the prospects for him are so cool

Wc: 629

Something's wrong with Kane.

Not physically. Physically he's fine. Healthy, even. Just as strong as you remember him being.

But he wasn't the man you married.

When he'd returned after 14 months MIA, stumbling into your shared home in the middle of the night, you'd never been so happy to see him, only just having come to terms with the prospect of him never coming home. And yet here he stood.

Sure, he held you as you had cried into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in the worry he might disappear again if you let go, but his touch felt.. off. Like he wasn't sure what he was meant to do, as if taking in his surroundings for the first time. He didn't seem happy to see you, more perplexed by your attitude towards him. His eyes were foggy, like he remembered you, but couldn't quite place who you were to him. But you didn't care. Your husband was back, and that was all that mattered.

Rarely did you see him smile, now. And when he did, it was only with the slight upturn of his lips. He still expressed his affection, though in softer, smaller ways. A hand brushing the hair out of your eyes, or caressing your cheek in the ghost of a loving gesture. You'd take what you could get, though.

He was quieter. You hadn't realised how talkative he used to be, until he wasn't. It was just one of the many signs that he wasn't quite... himself, anymore. But you put all this down to PTSD, and didn't push him on the topic.

This, stoicism, this lack of feeling, had emigrated its way into your sex life as well. Before his disappearance, when he'd fuck you, all sorts would spill out of his mouth. Profanities, confessions of his love, details of how exactly you made him feel, as he was deep inside of you.

But now...

It was no less amazing, of course. In fact.. and you felt guilty for admitting this, but it was almost, better. He spoke only now in one-word commands; "Open, suck, quiet, faster, slow" and when he was finally done with you, "rest."

He was meaner, too. Bondage and sensory deprivation were never truly things you'd tried with him until he came back different. Now, it seemed, he had inherited a love for tying you up and blindfolding you. Spanking you and slapping you across the face, with a completely blank expression on his part. He'd only ever cum inside of you, and you'd missed him too much to complain.

Previously, you'd discussed that while you both wanted children, it just wasn't a good time to have them. Kane seemed to disagree now, as after he was done fucking you until you couldn't breathe, (the only sound you'd hear from him to indicate his pleasure was his heavy breathing in your ear), he would push his cum back into you, sometimes plugging you up to make sure his seed took root. Sometimes it'd be with his fingers, his cock, or sometimes he plunge your old bullet vibrator deep within you, saying no words to comfort you as you whimpered and writhed from the overwhelming stimulation.

As he held you now, post-coital, you had come to terms with the situation at hand. This wasn't Kane. This thing, this creature that wore his face wasn't your husband. But, it seemed to love you, in its own strange way. And so you were content to live with it. Even if it was only a slither of the real Kane, you take it, and hold it close.

Yes, there was something wrong with Kane. But you didn't care, because he was home now. And you were never letting him go again.

[attleboy]

Why do u draw?

oooooooo [rubs hands together] a fun one that probably isn't that deep but i'm going to take way too seriously!

so the short answer is fun, but i can never just say one sentence and be done with it soooo i elaborated and wrote a whole essay below. sorry not sorry

anyway if you didn't want my origin story no shame in that, it's not gonna be on the quiz, just keep scrolling :P

to cover all my bases let me start from the beginning and work my way forward...

i think pretty much all kids draw at least a little just because they can, but the thing that really inspired me to take art seriously was the great abundance of cat animations on youtube in the early 2010s... warrior cats amvs mostly, but also artists like bani the kitty and splashkittyartist! you can really see these inspirations in my early digital art hehehe (see below by attle b. age 8)

from then until about age 14 art was just... my thing? i did it pretty much everyday, probably couldn't have imagined life without it... i think back then my motivations were more inline with your typical social media artist motivations... get better, be seen, and maybe make a career out of it? never made it that far though because ehhhh life has different plans i guess

i fell into an art slump in the middle of high school for a variety of personal reasons i won't get into, and as such i had to give up my dreams of creating art as a job

as sad as that was in the moment, it forced me to change my outlook on the whole ordeal in a way that i think was ultimately healthier for me.

that brought me to where i am now! since i have no goals beyond keeping at it as a hobby, i do it simply because i enjoy the process, the product, and i feel like it lets me connect with my interests in a way i otherwise couldn't.

it's a fun way to express love for the things i care about, and while i still enjoy honing my skills i don't feel the same pressure to be perfect that i used to which is really freeing!!

so in that sense it's intrinsic motivation that makes me draw what i draw... however, the amount of art i put out and the polish i give it is definitely motivated by the eyes i have on me... while i'd still be drawing the same things if no one was watching, i would not be putting nearly as much effort into it, nor would i be doing it as regularly, so i do thank you guys for keeping me on track there <3

that's it i think? i could get into the philosophy of it, but i'll spare you that... okay thank you for letting me yap!!! ^-^

[streaminn]

okay nerds, i am now watching the glory (2022) so huge reblog spree where i give my thoughts and visceral reactions while working

its a kdrama where mc went through some harsh bullying if i remember correctly and now that she's older, she takes revenge soooo very interesting themes :o

incoming dark content, me going oooooooo and such

[1-randomized]

Hi, thanks for following me! 😁 I got three questions:

1. What's your favorite thing about Jade?

2. How do you think Jade compares to Floyd?

3. Do you have any interesting head-cannons or drabble ideas about him (or Floyd, or Azul?) 🐬

Tysm for the ask, this is my first proper one!

1. What's your favourite thing about, Jade?

Oooooooo, this is a difficult one for me, because I honestly just love everything about him. I hope that it'd okay if I choose more than one, and my fav things about him are his teeth, eyes, and his obssesion with mushrooms (def not 'cus I have one too-)

2. How do you think Jade compares to Floyd?

I think that Jade and Floyd both have many similarities and differences to eachother. Jade is more calculating, better at controlling／hiding his emotions, 1cm shorter, his strand of hair frames his right side (veiwer's perspective) of his face, up turned eyes, smaller teeth, likes different things, and has different talents from Floyd. Floyd is 1cm taller, has slightly larger teeth, his strand of hair frames his left side (veiwer's perspective) of his face, likes P.E. more, higher voice, bipolar, very expressive, blunt, and droopy／down turned eyes. And that's not even all of then either, but they of cousre, still have their similarities. They both have the same teal hair, the dark teal streak, full heterocromia (a different colour in each eye), both having one yellow and one olive eye, sharp teeth, both being merman, both quite tall, and the last fact that I'll mention is that they're both friends with Azul.

3. Do you have any interesting head-cannons or drabble ideas about him (or Floyd, or Azul)? 🐬

Sadly, I can't really think of much at the moment, but these are the ones that I do have. Jade takes shrooms, Floyd steals from Jade's secret stash when he's bored, Floyd really likes either strawberry or banana milk (specifically the ones that come in carboard cartons), the Tweels have bought Azul a "Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss" shirt, and that if they see that Azul isn't eating as much they will start a one sided conversation with one of them shoving spoonfuls of food into his mouth while the other grabs his jaw to make him chew.

Thank you for the ask, 🐬 Anon

[xx-sketchy-xx]

WAIT... WAIT WAIT WAIT... who would take the role of 4town...? i'm assuming Home would be mei's mother? but then... who would be the dad...? (are there two homes...?) wheres howdy??? and barnaby???

im so intrigued... bwah!

OooOoOoo! So many good questions!

To answer about home, he’s actually quite similar to his old self! Though I want to make it very clear that home does not have any possibility of being the bad guy, he’s very much the best house friend you can have! Though he does have qualities of mei’s mother, such as helping Wally stay in line with his emotions, I would actually say Wally is more that role. I was actually quite interested in Mei’s mother, Ming, far more than the main character Mei herself. Which is why Wally takes the shape and form of Mei (they have similarities (shorties)) but he has more of the personality of Ming with self-hate, and their great control over their emotions.

Wally has both his birth parents, but he ran away. (They’ll be shown later on, once things start moving along)

why, You know that silly shop dude all of the turning red girls were oo-ing over? That’s howdy for you! I’ve also added fun perks to his character that make some dynamics very comedic :y

I really wanna draw mermaid howdy also

and Barnaby! I’d say he was most on character from welcome home than the others, but he plays a very important role for Wally. He’s both a stressor, and a stress reliever.. basically ✨trauma✨

wait! P.s, no it’s not in 4town, but the neighborhood does look different, they have a designated place for karaoke. Hehe. And the people who would play as the singers of 4town? I think this will require Ocs, maybe I could add in Sunny!

[wannabepapa]

I like your content and had an idea for an ask, hopefully it's not something you've gotten before

So I was thinking a t4t couple, the boyfriend's pregnant with twins and they organise a home birth, as he labours the girlfriend feels kind of jealous about his situation and decides to share it with him as he pushes out their first baby. After the first one is out his belly deflates and her belly magically swells up, now the girlfriend has to give birth to the twin with her boyfriend by her side supporting her. Fir her birth you can do whatever you want it can be anal, she can magically develop a vagina etc.

Hope you like the idea

oooooooo magical pregnancies are my jam as well as transference pregnancy. never thought about that happening during labor though what an interesting thought! i do also love the idea of one or both of the couple being a witch or magic user already so maybe the girlfriend is a powerful witch!

they've both been so excited for their babies coming and getting to prepare for everything is making it feel real to them. they'll have two little nuggets to take care of that are products of their love. how amazing is that?

though as her boyfriend starts to push there is that little sliver of jealousy that she can't be the one giving him children. it's minute and shouldn't have such a hold on her but as her boyfriend's bulging around the head she casts a spell. there's an intense tingling first that turns painful—a new uterus and vagina in such a short time is never recommended though there was no turning back now it's started. her knees buckle as the pain climaxes, the only thing keeping her grounded was her boyfriend's hand in her own and hearing him moan through another contraction. as he finally crowns she feels her body change.

the swelling is startling. never before had she felt the stretching sensation in her abdomen or feel the heavy weight of a child filled womb before this moment. her free hand makes work on unbuttoning her pants so the orb could freely distended further. it was miraculous watching his bump deflate while her own ballooned. his eyes, bleary and unfocused look at his girlfriend's stomach with interest. there is a short reprieve from pushing where he tugs her shirt up to watch its growth. it's the most beautiful thing either has seen.

he's finally crowned and her bump finishing the last spurts of growth she tries to help with her boyfriend's birth. now much more cumbersome it's difficult to move fast and standing was not exactly an option without help. she decides to crawl to her boyfriend's lower half just in time to catch their first born who is covered in gunko but already beautiful in her eyes. she cleans out their mouth—heart clenching at the whimpering mewl—before cradling them in one arm. she's barely able to hoist herself up with the extreme weight change and wobbly legs from having been on the floor for so long but she's got basic magic to help her. their baby is place in her boyfriend's waiting arms as he inspects them for counting all fingers, toes, and to memorize their face. her heart melts at the display.

it wasn't long after the after birth and settling into bed with their baby between them that she felt the first contraction. it was only the beginning—she was going back to the start so they were in for the long haul. the twin was settled lower now, making her overtaxed skin tender with each rolling kick. her clothes had long since disappeared when her temperature spike from a hit flash. though walking around the house naked wouldn't be her first she threw on some of her boyfriend's boxers that hugged her hip (the must have widened during her rapid expansion to accommodate the growing fetus) and a nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. if she was going to go through the works she was going to keep her mind busy with something.

she found herself cleaning up her potion station when the contractions really amped up. her muscles already ached from the growth but with each cramp that forced them into a vice-like grip had her whimpering or groaning in discomfort. when she had enough she slowly waddled—had the child always been right in her pelvis?—back into the room to get comfortable. her boyfriend was up changing their first newborn when she stopped at the door, leaning against the door jam with her arms cradling the heavy bump during another rough contraction. everything hurt and she wanted nothing more than to use her magic to ebb the effects though something in the back of her mind wanted her to remember this. the spell may be only temporary but there could be something that made this possible—gave her the ability to carry children for her partner as well. she wanted to do that. she wanted to experience the nine months of development and see how proud her boyfriend was seeing her swollen with his children. she thought that single idea made her wet but the puddling of water at her feet was the indicator that it was something very different.

another two hours passed as she finally crowned, the pain of it all solidifying her desire to be a mother for more children, when the plan came spilling out. she went on about how he should take a break—let her carry the next kid (or six) while he gets to be the one taking care of his pregnant girlfriend and chasing after the kids. he loves the idea more than she expected. he does tease that they'll need to be safe so there aren't surprises along the way but she can hear the desire for that to happen. she's ready for it all. with one final push and that satisfying 'pop' the head is out! her head falls back against the pillow while her body and boyfriend guide the babe out then the room is again filled with mewling cries. she feels a heavy weight in her arms to see that perfect little face scrunched up in anger at being in this new cold place. she pulls down the neck of her nightgown so the baby could lay on her chest to get warm, tears flowing freely as they settle immediately against her. she knows she'll need to take tinctures and massage her breasts to encourage milk for the twins. it was all worth it. everything from the painful birth to feeling her body expanding for the baby was the most powerful feeling she ever felt. she wanted to feel it again and again for as long as she was able to

[cosmictapestry]

Greetings! I may or may not have read my way through the Morphienne masterpost in a single weekend without ever having read the ship before. I absolutely adored all of them! If you are still taking requests, might I ask for A40? Possibly including (nearly) getting caught? If it fits?

All the good vibes your way and thank you very, very kindly for introducing me to this lovely ship!

A40. exhibitionism

oooooooo we got another one folks 😤😤😤😤😤

if you'd like some context to The Arrangement + Actual Writing you might be interested in my fic series we, divinity :D

prompt list + fills here

Watching Lord Morpheus create new dreams is a rare joy for Lucienne. Usually she cannot spare the time to visit the Shores of Creation while he is there, and even if she can, he has asked to be left alone in recent millennia. His tolerance for company is as reduced as she remembers, but he makes exception for her, as he does in many things.

So today she lounges on the uncharacteristically sunny seashore, sprawled on a blanket on a low dune behind him. The sea is usually hostile and draws few visitors, likely by Lord Morpheus's own design. Today it is still and peaceful and the air is warm. He hasn't spoken or looked over his shoulder—he is quite engrossed in the gleaming blob of molten glass in front of him—but he manifested the blanket and a few pillows and even one of her favorite novels as soon as she arrived.

Lucienne watches his hair and robes shift with the gentle breeze, the sharp edge of his jaw drawn in concentration. His hands occasionally begin a flurry of activity, coaxing forward sand with broad beckoning gestures, inevitably tapering down to measured crooks of the finger that change the shape of the almost-being in front of him. His hands flex and caress the air, manipulating the raw dreamstuff, sinking into the heat of its burgeoning life, draw forth what could be a shudder from his newest creation.

"Lucienne," her lord growls. He glares over his shoulder at her. There is color to his cheeks, from the wind or the sun or her wandering mind. "Will you please behave."

Lucienne draws one knee up to her chest, rests her cheek on it and blinks up at him innocently. "I'm only watching."

"You are doing so salaciously," he retorts, and he turns back to his work with his shoulders drawn up close to his ears.

"Salaciously," Lucienne repeats, tongue curling over the syllables. "An excellent word, your grace."

This he does not dignify with a response. He resumes his earlier motions, the movement of his arms drawing Lucienne's attention to the long, lean lines of his back. She thinks of the scratches she left there last night and the shifting of lithe muscle under her hands.

No reaction from her lord. He crooks his finger delicately, swirls it through the air to carve into one gemlike facet of the molten glass creation. Lucienne thinks of the other day, when he pulled her off to some forgotten nook of the castle, placed his fingers in her mouth and had her suck, then slipped that hand down the front of her trousers.

A little flinch, the flex of his hand and sharp intake of breath, but this could just as easily be any other disturbance as it could be her. The idea is fairly frustrating. She glares at his back and she thinks very loudly about him, the curl of his tongue and the softness of his skin and the pitch of his voice on the edge of orgasm.

Still no apparent result. Lucienne sighs, and she begins to unbutton her waistcoat.

Lord Morpheus does react now, his posture stiffening, his head tilting, but he doesn't turn or say a word.

Lucienne pulls her coat off, folds it and lays it in the sand beside her spread blanket. She repeats the process with her shirt. Her eyes stay trained on his back as she undoes her trousers.

Finally, he speaks, annoyed and hoarse. "I won't hide you if someone passes by."

She grins and hums, unbothered.

"Of course you like that," he mutters, and he raises his hand to his face, presses thumb and pointer finger to his closed eyelids. The tips of his ears are pink. "Lucienne. What are you doing."

Lucienne just lifts her hips to shimmy her trousers down her legs, takes them off alongside her shoes to lay them beside her other garments. She's left in her brassiere and knickers, subtly different shades of purple. "Please, don't let me interrupt you, my lord."

Her lord groans. His jaw is tense with the effort it's taking him not to either send her back to the castle or—whatever else it is he'd like to do.

The sun is warm on Lucienne's skin. She turns her face up to the sky and stretches her arms up too. There was no sunlight or warmth in the time her lord was gone. She doesn't think she'll ever get enough of it now. With a luxuriant sigh she reaches behind her, unclasps her brassiere, shrugs it off and sets it to the side. She runs one hand up her belly, brings it to rest on her right breast, begins to knead it slowly.

Lord Morpheus makes a valiant effort to ignore her. His hands are shaking now as he draws them through the air.

Lucienne watches. Her breast is heavy in her hand, golden in the sunshine, nipple large and dark and beginning to pebble with her attention. She gives a breathy sigh, only a little performative. She wishes it was his mouth instead of her hand, suckling a little constellation of marks around her nipple, or his own big hands, cooler than hers.

She leans back, propped up on one hand, closing her eyes and feeling the plush give of the sand under her blanket, her own flesh spilling between her fingers, the heat of the sun and her body and his presence. The hand on her breast gives her nipple one last tweak and then slides down, over the swell of her belly, down past the hem of her knickers.

Her lord's shoulders lift and fall with a slow, measured breath. He crosses his arms over his chest to hide his hands now.

Lucienne pets over the hood of her clit, feeling the velvet softness nestled in her curls. She rubs in lazy circles, teasing the way he likes to. He likes to draw her pleasure out, make it build and last. She tries to emulate it now, the way his fingertips would dip into her folds, the heel of his palm firm on her clit and grinding there.

"Not so rough," Lord Morpheus murmurs. "There's no rush."

A victorious grin that she bites down on but can't quite keep out of her voice. "There is, if I hope to finish before I'm caught."

"I think that's a risk you're willing to take," he says, and she laughs. "If you insist on tormenting me you'd best make the most of it."

Lucienne coos sympathetically. "I'm not trying to torment you." She hooks her thumbs in the hem of her knickers and pulls them off, leaving her entirely bare. He still won't look at her. "You are the one ignoring me."

His resistance lasts for approximately five more seconds. Finally, with a weary sigh, he turns to face her, flushed but expressionless. His eyes stay trained on hers, not wandering over her chest or down between her legs—she spreads them wide to try and draw his attention, but no luck. She can't help but pout. "Am I truly bothering you?"

Lord Morpheus has the audacity to roll his eyes. He steps aside, revealing the molten glass of his creation, now slick-smooth and curvaceous, burning with a warm internal light, an uncurling flower between its legs. "Yes."

Lucienne laughs, and she gives her folds a wet pat, finally drawing his gaze down where she wants it. His nostrils flare as he watches her fingers circle over her swollen, slick flesh, vibrant as any flower. "More an inspiration than a bother, perhaps."

His tongue darts to wet his lips. "Perhaps."

She leans back on her hand, her chin tipped up, her knees up and spread far, half-desperate and half-satisfied. "I've made a mess," she murmurs, beckoning him with her shining fingers. "Help me clean up?"

Her lord does not hesitate now. He approaches her seat on the dune, drops to his knees in the black sand, takes her hand into his own, then brings it to his mouth. His red tongue curls hot over her fingers, cleans them in broad strokes, then in tiny kittenish licks. Done, he places that hand back on her breast, moves his own hands to grip her legs. "Play with yourself again," he murmurs. "I didn't get to see."

Lucienne giggles, and she does as he asks, teasing touches on her nipple while he watches. He keeps his eyes there while he kisses her raised knee and begins to work his way down her inner thigh in tiny, searing kisses. With the hand not holding her up quite busy, she can't tangle her fingers in his hair the way he likes, but she reckons that's probably fine, given how rapt his attention is on her.

Her lord holds her gaze until his tongue touches her heat. Then his eyes flutter shut, his brows drawing together in quiet ecstasy. His hands slide down her outer thighs, down to knead at her arse, up around her hips to grip her and draw her impossibly closer to his mouth, sealed hot over her clit.

He stays there, suckling at her, tonguing at her cunt like there's nowhere he'd rather be. Lucienne watches him, feels him, feels herself, and mentally marks the efficacy of bothering him while he is working to be quite high. "Oh, you are gorgeous," she whispers to him, and she does abandon her chest to pet back his hair, to feel him hum, sweet and pleased. "So good, love."

She feels him smile, his cheek soft where he nuzzles it against her leg, his hands petting up her sides, stroking plush flesh, waking all her body and blood. She leans back on her elbow, face tipped to the sun, the breeze soft on her skin, her king eager between her legs, and she thinks she's not been quite so content in a very, very long time.

"Matthew is on his way here," Lord Morpheus says quite suddenly, his breath a hot puff that makes her jolt.

Lucienne sits up. "What?!"

"Well, wait," he mutters, pulls her hips forward to get her back in position. "Let me finish you, first."

"My lord!" Lucienne squeals, but she can't deny the thrill of it, and she's laughing while he puts his mouth back on her, swatting at him gently while he laps at her and works her back into a rigid bow under the swipe of his tongue. "You're a menace," she wheezes, and he growls in agreement, kissing until she comes, shivering and grinding on his face.

When the white noise fades she hears wingbeats. She gasps and she rushes to cover his breasts with shaking, sweating arms, only to find them clothed again, all her garments back in perfect place. Lord Morpheus stands with his back to her, hands waving through the air, as though nothing at all had happened.

Matthew alights beside Lucienne on the blanket, prattling on about something or other that he thought probably warranted interrupting their king at work. Lucienne checks the bitterness of this line of thought with no small amount of amusement. She is content, now, too, watching her lord painstakingly edit a creation that still looks suspiciously like her.

[mostlymobilegames]

Oooooooo

So Rebecca punishing Austie's dad wasn't just her being sadistic with immortals (not entirely at least). That's such an interesting detail, especially because at that point the relationship between her and Fencio had been destroyed and dead for years.

Still hate that he ended up being a pig, cause him being disgusted at Rebecca's deed after she shit on his life would've been more satisfying than him just being "uhhhhh wamen bad and week, MEN stronk".

Imagine your life gets ruined and the person who ruined it does something to soothe your hurt (unrelated to them) years later. Such a power move, especially since an ounce of Rebecca may have done it out of old feelings but she 100% knew how Fencio, from his fucking teacher's office, would take the news, seeing her action as something mocking him specifically ("Look, I avenged your dead ex just because I can, I didn't even know her and she didn't matter to me but I did more for her than you").

That's so good

[vilgramcrimeandpunishment]

Mai Akagi's First Voice Drama (Rosa Xanthina)

E: *walking towards the interrogation room* Hello—……huh? Where—ACK!

M: Shhhhh. I ain’t playing, gimme your money and your keys

E: Gh—w-what are you, crazy?! 

M: Hehe, you be—A-Ah?! 

E: *gets out of her grasp* What the hell was that?! Mai Akagi, you idiot! 

M: Heh….sorry….I thought it’d be fun to play a little joke on you is all

E: By trying to restrain me and demand my valuables? 

M: Yeahhhh…? My friends and I did that sorta stuff at school all the time, hehe

E: I’m quite scared to know where you attended…..

M: Hey, I’m sorry. I really am. Promise, I mean no harm

E: Well, you were quite strong, I’ll give you that. Still a stupid mistake on your part

M: *sighs* You’re telling me. It was easy at first, but I felt myself getting weaker by the second you were in my headlock

E: Let this be a lesson to you, Mai Akagi. Prisoners cannot physically harm the guard, let alone, even touch them

M: Ahhh…well, would’ve been nice to know that from the start

E: Why? So you could carry out the attack swiftly and better prepare for an ambush against me?

M: Of course not, warden-san! It was a joke. Pinky promise~

E: Pinky promise? A women of your age still indulges in something so childish?

M: It’s not childish! My friends at school and I did it all the time and I never broke a promise that way! 

E: So let me get this straight. Because of something so trivial and child-like, you never broke a promise with your friends?

M: Nuh-uh! 

E: What a weirdo….

M: Anyways, I’m happy to be friends with you too, warden-san!

E: F-Friends? With me? 

M: Oooooooo, warming up to the idea I see?

E: No! The hell you mean friends with me? I’m your prison guard and you’re in prison for a murder! Get your priorities straight

M: Awwww, how sad. Well, can’t force you, so it’s fine! It doesn’t mean that we still can’t chat though. Isn’t it why this interrogation is taking place now?

E: I’m here to ask a few questions, that’s it. I’m not here to be all buddy-buddy with a murderer

M: Well, ask away then! What do you wanna know?

E: You’ve been in VILGRAM for a few weeks now. How is your life here?

M: Everyone here is so nice! Especially Akari and Kasumi! I love being friends with everyone! 

E: You seem to have adapted to the situation quite nicely then

M: Mhmm!! I enjoy talking to the others. They all seem to cool in their own ways! 

E: Even the less agreeable ones like Daisuke?

M: He’s so cool! And while he’s cold, it’s understandable! I think juuuusssttttt maybe I was able to break that ice in his heart, along with Akari

E: Oh? Anything interesting in terms of results?

M: He said *imitates his voice* “I’d rather be hog-tied and thrown into battery acid than waste time with a bunch of human pieces of rubbish. Don’t bother me again, you bitch”

E: And that’s ‘breaking the ice’ in his heart?

M: Hey! He didn’t say no that time!

E:…….I see….Anyways, I take it that Kasumi and Akari are the ones you spend the most time with?

M: Well they approach me more than anyone, but spending the most time with? I’d say I try to make it so I get to chat with everyone 

E: Any hobbies?

M: Hobbies? Talking with the others! 

E: Quite the extrovert, I see

M: Hehe, I suppose! I’m just want to get along with everyone! 

E: I bet you were quite popular in your school then

M: Popular? Ehehe….well….

E: Surely the friends you speak about—

M: I only had a few close friends in a very tight group of people

E: Eh?

M: See….I like to be on good terms with everyone, but as for real friends? I chose them in a very picky manner

E: Well, that’s just being cautious then….

M: I suppose. Still, I was always more interested in listening to others than talking about myself….

E: Well, hate to break it to you, but I’ll be invading your memories soon, so I’ll be learning about you whether you like it or not

M: For the murder thingy, right?

E: Never heard someone refer taking someone else’s life as a ‘thingy’

M: Oh! I didn’t mean it like that! 

E: Do you or do you not think of your murder as just an everyday thing?

M: No, of course not! It was just….something that happened

E: Of course it was ‘just something that happened’. Someone is dead because of you. And you still have the gall to act all cheery and playful

M: It’s just how I am. Besides, dwelling on it will only make me look pathetic, right? Totally not a cute look, heh

E: Kasumi said something similar to me and she was also playing weird mind games with her innocent act

M: You can’t blame me for something Kasumi said, warden-san

E: Who said I’m blaming you? I’m simply making an observation in similiaries 

M: Ah, but I’m not admitting I didn’t do anything wrong. Killing someone is something I indeed do

E: And you can still manage to be friends with these people?

M:…..But that’s where you don’t get it….warden….

E: !!!

M: What’s wrong?

E: Is it just me…or did your demeanor just get serious all of a sudden?

M: When you don’t get what I do to protect my friends….I tend to get a little frank. Apologies if I become blunt

E: Honesty is all I need. If you’re rude, I’ll just smack ya until you’re all compliant like Kurosaki

M: Shut it…

E: …!

M: If it’s for my friends….I’ll do whatever it takes….

E: Were they struggling?

M:…..very much…..

E: I assume they were the delinquent types?

M: The opposite, actually….you can consider them….’nerds’

E: Unpopular then?

M: *smirks coyly* What a harsh stereotype

E: And calling your friends nerds aren’t?

M: I’d even go as far as considering myself one, to be honest

E: You look too preppy to be an outcast like that

M: Awwww, you don’t think I’m intelligent? Wow….how rude….*playfully whimpers*

E: Shush, cry me a river

M: I’m joking! Well, I’d like to believe we were a smart pack, but yes…we were outcasted 

E: And when you said they were struggling a lot….were they bullied?

M:…..bullied….is….putting is lightly….

E: And what made you think killing them would be the right answer?

M:…..disgusting….human…piece of—

M:!!!

E: Eh?

M: Ah, apologies, warden-san! Did I get off topic?

E: H-Huh? Hold it, what was that?

M: I…showed a side that was rather unpleasant, didn’t I?

E: More straightforward than unpleasant. No denying that is still a part of you, Mai Akagi

M: I can’t feign remorse for murdering that person, but I won’t deny it either

E: You don’t feel bad? At all for what you did?

M: I was told that a person’s feelings towards their actions is what makes them human and defines them as such…though, maybe that’s just an excuse for my own apathy

E: You seem to cheery to even call yourself apathetic

M: I try to be happy for the sake of my friends. Really, I—

(Bells ring, machinery whirling)

E: Already?

M:….I’m not

E: Huh? 

M: Warden-san…..I’m not happy….

E: Like I give a damn about your feelings?

M: No….just care about everyone but me

E: What the—

M: I’ve only cared about my friends….I get better for them….not for myself….

E: What does that even mean?

M: It means I want you to know….if it’s for my friends…I’ll do whatever it takes

E: But why? To go as far as to kill someone? For people that could leave you in a heartbeat?

M: *chuckles*

E: What’s so funny?

M: They would never. I have faith in them….and if they did….the memories will be forever cherished by me….it’s the least bit of happiness I can feel

E: Mai…

M: One more thing, warden-san. If I can?

E: What?

M:……..You can choose to not forgive me….ya know…

E:….What?

M: I decided I can’t please everyone…..but I’ll still try my best. Even so, it’s your choice. So go ahead

E: Nutjob…..Prisoner number 4! Mai Akagi, sing your sins! 

[starry-blue-echoes]

The more I think about it, the more I think it could be really interesting to play with the idea that in the hamon healer AU, Jonathan does end up with some permanent damage from the sheer amount of bloodloss, how long he was unable to breathe, and then being stuck at sea with no resources save hamon healing for a long while after that.

There could be strain between him and Erina at the worst possible time-

Erina's blaming herself for not getting to him sooner, wondering if maybe she'dve been able to prevent it if she acted faster, prioritized differently. And pregnancy hormones aren't helping.

Meanwhile Jonathan's grappling with the trauma of 'oh fuck Dio's back oh fuck I nearly died, like razors edge nearly died' and also there's just. Holes. In his memory, in his mind, in his ability to function, from just how long his brain was oxygen starved, and...

Speedwagon rushes over to help, but then HE gets in the same shipwreck as cannon, and now that's terrifying everyone-

Dio's dead, but it's going to take a long time to deal with all the lingering issues.

But no matter how bad it gets, even when it genuinely is really bad... Jonathan was sure he was going to die there, on the ship. But he lived. It's worth it, to get to still be here with his loved ones.

OOOOOOOO YESSSSSSSSSS

Erina completely burying herself in Hamon training, learning every healing technique she possibly can and even inventing a few of her own in a desperate attempt to fix the damage her husband has suffered, while Jonathan has to sometimes physically make her stop so she rests properly

As for Jonathan, I did a bit of surface level research on the effects of brain hypoxia(a lack of oxygen in the brain) and among the long term affects there were things like memory loss, problems with balance, walking and coordination, muscle spasms, speech difficulties, and vision problems so the boi’s probably going to need some kind of mobility aid, like a cane or wheelchair, and glasses

Now these two absolutely love each other. Erina doesn’t hesitate to make any and every accommodation Jonathan needs in order to live comfortably, and the two communicate clearly on when Jonathan needs help and when he wants to be independent……. But what they’d gone through has scarred them horribly

Neither can even get close to the ocean without those horrible memories surfacing, and a single mention of Dio is enough to set them on edge for days

And they both blame themselves for it and misinterpret the slight tension as the other also blaming them for it

Jonathan blames himself because he should’ve beat Dio the first time, or at the very least checked that he was dead, and Erina blames herself for not being good enough with Hamon and leading to Jonathan’s likely permanent injuries. Of course the other should be upset, it’s their fault, they could've prevented this, over and over they’re thoughts loop in their heads

But as the years go by, they heal and talk. The nightmares lessen, it takes tears and raw, agonizing truths but they begin to move on. Both learns to accept that they did everything they could have possibly done in their respective situations, and Jonathan even begins to practice bits of Hamon again(he’ll never be anywhere close to the level he was at before, but seeing the familiar little sparks dance across his fingers as a silent promise he’ll be allowed to grow even older with his wife is more then enough)

……only when their son is killed by the last remnant of Dio’s army and Lisa Lisa has to go on the run, things get a bit rougher

now…… admittedly neither of them were particularly happy with Lisa. They absolutely understood why she did what she did, this was their SON for gods sake and honestly Erina was about ready to go do the same thing……. but they also can’t help but be a tad disappointed that she abandoned everything, including her own family and son, in order to get that vengeance

But they raise Joseph. He’s their precious grandson and they love him, and they do everything they can to show them as much

Joseph’s upbringing is relatively the same as canon, just with the addition of Jonathan to the picture, and him and Erina look MUCH younger because of their Hamon Practicing. They’ve definitely aged, but they’re still pretty spry

Needless to say, Part 2 is going to be insane because like hell Erina’s leaving her grandson alone to deal with this