#place to make it easier. please feel free to reach out tho :) i can give u my discord and help walk u thru it :)

[volfoss]

how serviceable is the machine translation for volfoss? it seems like you’re able to understand the plot fairly well using it if i’m right. and what is the gameplay like? i’m more interested in playing it from your posts, i’ve always wanted to but never got around to it

FUCK YESSS ok so. A few things. I am pretty used to working with machine translation and kind of working with how stilted it can be. I've translated comics this way and it can be a massive pain at times. From the last time I tried to do this with a game -> now (maybe 8 months or so?) Google translate has really upped their game with getting more accurate/good translations. I use a mix of Google translate and Yandex, and then match it with checking a Japanese to English dictionary when I need to (sometimes Google and Yandex completely disagree on something, so using a dictionary helps a lot in those cases). Volfoss itself is kind of a peculiar beast with translation solely because of names. The machine translation does not play nice with names because they are spelled odd. For example, an enemy called Iron Meiden will NEVER get translated with the proper spelling. The protagonist, Shalvas, gets translated as MANY different names, so it's kind of a pain to work with that. Places have the same issue. Where a machine translation might put Korel as Kolel or anything in that range, it rarely gets it right. One of the major locations, Caldealand, gets spelled 5 different ways and there is never any reason for it. Thankfully, the in game gallery has the English names for creatures and characters, and the map I just got has the proper English for the places. This is probably not like. A big issue for most people but it's something that I'm pretty anal about because I don't want the translations to be super bad and inaccurate. In the guide I'm working on, I have a massive glossary for the names and places due to how finicky this is.

All of that to be said, I definitely do understand the plot with this, but there are a LOT of frustrating things when you're first getting used to it. I can send you the guide as it is right now if that would help, as I think the long list of characters and the summary of the first route I've nearly completed could be helpful :) I'm also here to help anytime.

As for gameplay, it's a trpg, so you move your characters from tile to tile and choose attacks. It's kind of hard to explain but from what I understand it's similar to fire emblem (haven't ever played it but my friend who has says it's similar). It's honestly not too bad after you get used to the combat, there's just a LOT of story crammed in there if you're bothering to translate all of it. There's a lot of specific systems that from what I can tell are pretty unique to volfoss (you get gems and can make combos with them, and that's how you can make your attacks/defense have certain attributes. Not explaining that well at all but. There's a lot of weird stuff to it I think. There's also a system for getting enemies to join your team both temporarily and permanently and just a lot of other stuff that can make it complex to give a short summary of gameplay).

Tldr: machine translation is definitely viable, however, when it comes to proper nouns it is a VERY scary experience. This was my first trpg and I got used to it pretty easily so I wouldn't say it's too bad?

[bornthrough-bramblearch]

Hi❤️

I had a few questions regarding familiars and I was hoping if you could help, sorry if it's too long tho...

1. Can I call forth a familiar?

2. Can I specify what type of spirit I want my familiar to be? And if yes, then how can it be done? (I prefer elementals, nature & animals spirits, Demons are a no) so how do I make it clear and put it ou there that I want to build a relationship with a type of spirit I feel safe and comfortable with? Do I approach a place where this type of spirit would be present? Or is it something else?

3. How does one actually call forth a familiar if possible? What is to be done? I don't need a step by step guide, I just need a general idea or a layout, points I should look out for.

4. Can animals be a familiar? Can I have an animal familiar instead of a spirit familiar? I also heard something about summoning a spirit into an animal where the animal acts as a vessel, is it possible that animals might be familiars?

5. If I have a bird's feather or an animal's bone, can I use it as a taglock to attract this animal as a familiar? And will attract a mundane animal or actually an animal/nature spirit that will take on this bird's/animal's form?

6. Can a mundane animal be my familiar? I mean can I communicate with animals on a spiritual level? If so, how do I build a relationship with an animal so they would be able to aid me and communicate with me spiritually?

7. Do I need a vessel in case I chose to reach out for a spirit to be my familiar and it doesn't wish to manifest physically in animal/shadow/humanoid/figure form? Can a vessel be in this case an animal? Can I invite a spirit inside an animal?

8. Do familiars always have to manifest in physical form? What if I need them physically but they're not there?

9. What if I want my familiar to only help me in my craft by doing certain things, but I don't want it's protection? Can I make our roles clear? How do I sort out such things with a spirit?

10. Lastly, can you recommend me any good books or sources on this topic? Books that will help me sort out my confusion and issues? (pdf is my only option, occult books are banned in my town. But it's fine if they're not a pdf, just recommend any helpful books or sources in general)

I really apologize for ranting too much, I know these are too much questions so please forgive me...

Wow ok, there is a lot to unpack here.

1. Yes you can

2. Different spirits can act as familiars but it won’t be the same experience as a familiar spirit

3. Typically a familiar is sent to you or given to you, and in most cases the timing is exactly when it’s supposed to arrive. The dark man may deny your request for a familiar if it disrupts the path of your spirit death.

4. A regular animal cannot be a familiar. An animal can be a vessel for a familiar spirit, and it’s a common thing to happen whether done by it’s own accord or by your instruction. Keep in mind that while it may have animal habits, it is not an animal and won’t act like one.

5. Using animal paraphernalia can call a spirit in the guise of an animal to be hosted in the effigy.

6. You may be able to communicate with animals but it will lack the full spectrum of capabilities that a familiar can perform. There is also no guarantee that it will actually follow your orders or care about the tasks you give it.

7. You can draw the spirit into an animal but only if the familiar accepts. It’s best to do this with a young animal as the spirit of the animal will be easier to replace. Either that or a wooden box lined with wool and some items to keep it entertained should do just fine.

8. They don’t always manifest in physical form and they will come in whatever manner the dark man deems most convenient for you. That being said you typically don’t have much choice of what they come as if they arrive in physical form. But don’t worry, trust the process, whatever form it takes is best suited for you whether you like it or not at first.

9. The roll your familiar plays for you is entirely negotiable. But you have to remember that this is a give and take relationship.

10. I’m going to recommend the best book on this topic that I know: Cunning Folk and Familiar Spirits by Emma Wilby.

I didn’t have anyone to help guide me on the crooked path at the start, so it doesn’t bother me that you’ve spammed with questions.

Hope your endeavour is satiated, feel free to ask me more questions if need be.

[velveticamoon]

AOT : HOLIDAY HEADCANONS

these totally weren’t supposed to go up yesterday ahaha- 

P.S: this is my first writing post!! i thought it would be an easier transition by writing hc’s, and i got my friend saniya (@bokesaniyaboke) to help me out with writing them, so i hope y’all enjoy :) (enjoy our 2 am chaos-)

i have more writing planned for the future too, and decided that i’ll be writing for: 

- attack on titan

- bungou stray dogs 

- free!

- fugou keiji: balance unlimited. 

don’t be shy to send in your requests, i’m more than happy to do them ;) 

anyways, i hope you guys enjoy, let me know if you want more! and to those of you that celebrated, hope you had a merry Christmas :) 

LEVI

Decorating the house with him!! Except he’d be trying to get out of doing it at first lol

He’d be pissed about the mess that would come with decorating the house 

But if you keep pestering him enough he’ll eventually give in lol 

He’d be very meticulous about which decorations go where, but you’re just gonna have to put up with that 

Pls don’t complain too much, he really wouldn’t be doing it with anyone else 

(in the words of saniya: “ur the only exception be happy about that)

Idk why but i feel like he’d be really good at hanging up the lights?? With the placement and whatnot? 

He probably has a very keen aesthetic eye i feel like (saniya: “pinterest but as a person vibes”)  

At the end of it, while y’all are sitting on the couch drinking some tea, he quietly mumbles how he likes the work you two did 

But you felt like teasing him and he got all huffy and said it louder, obviously calling you a brat right after cuz why wouldn’t he 

EREN 

Ask him to make gingerbread houses!! pls he’d be so excited about it 

He’d even go to the store himself and get all the supplies on his way home and you both wouldn’t waste a minute to start a baby

Look he’d start getting competitive (pls we all know how he is) and would turn it into a competition so be prepared for that lol 

But when his gingerbread house falls over he starts getting angry

Proceeds to drive to the company’s factory to break it down in his titan form (there’s no stopping him now) 

Gets Armin to join him and they smash the houses in their titan forms together LMFAOFNDND PLEASE IM WHEEZING- 

But for real, he’d probably get pouty, and turn into a whiny baby

Don’t call him out on it though he’ll just get even worse lol  

Shower him with kisses right after and he’ll be blushy but he’s fine dw about it 

He’ll get over himself eventually and then proceed to ask with a boyish grin on his face if you wanna give up and just eat the houses as they are 

Y’all end up with stomach aches but it’s fine he makes it a little more bearable :))

MIKASA 

Making ornaments (pls it’d be so cutenjdjn)

Saniya: “she would stab me with an ornament and i’d say thank you” 

Comfortable silence with a little chatter here and there

Every now and then she rests her head on your shoulder (softie) 

Just like Armin, getting super flustered and blushy when you compliment her 

She helps hang the ornaments onto the tree and the tree turns out to look so pretty

Would take your hand and sit the two of you on the couch and just admire the tree in silence 

It’s so comforting you slowly feel like you’re about to fall asleep 

Make her some hot chocolate pls all she really wants is to cherish this atmosphere the two of you have created, all huddled up on the couch together 

She’d totally fall asleep cause the girl’s always working in overdrive pls does she even sleep-

Make sure she’s warm alright?? If u don’t i’ll stab you ;)

JEAN 

Watches hallmark movies with you, only to make fun of them (romance at it’s finest amirite) 

Popcorn fights while watching them 

Will get mad when you see a horse and say “look it’s you horse face” 

He says the dumbest pick up lines during the movie as an attempt to impress you 

“hey y/n, can i have your picture so i can show santa what i want for christmas?” 

“jean, we’re literally dating-” 

Something romantic will happen in the movie and Jean will continuously ask you to recreate that scene. “y/n can we-“ “if your about to ask me if you can spin me whilst ice skating, then no” “aw :(“ 

Oh to be spun by jean while ice skating- but that’s not the point 

Wrap him up in a blanket while watching the movies, he’ll melt 

Call him out on it and he’ll turn into ereh 2.0 (aka another whiny baby) 

Jkjk but he’ll definitely try to deny it cuz u know he’s a “biG oL maNLy maN” but he’s a softie ;)

ARMIN 

Making holiday cards with him 

When you bring up the idea his face lights up instantly it’s the cutest thing omg

I can see him bringing his own supplies to help with getting started

Envelopes, letter paper, markers. Hell, he’ll show up with glitter markers (those things are god-tier istg-)

he gets super flustered and red when you compliment his card

SUCH A CREATIVE BOI

If you mess up on your card he’s totally gonna be there to cheer you up!!

“Hey don’t worry, you can just start on a new one :D”

He probably won’t ask but he lowkey wants the card you messed up on cuz he thinks it’s cute

Makes cards for everyone and then takes you with him to deliver them

Would be really shy at the post office cuz he’s never done this before 

*cue you falling even more head over heels for him because he’s just so?? endearing?? it’s insane??*

Eventually, he gets the hang of it and ends up having a really fun time :D

Let him be the one to place the stamps on the envelopes, it’s ~therapeutic~ for him 

Overall, he’s probably the best person if you wanna use this as a healing opportunity tbh, the entire day is just filled with the calmest atmosphere one could wish for, and the smiles never leave your faces, even after you’ve finished

CONNIE 

Snowball fights w/ our resident baldy jKJKJK

Pls you wouldn’t even plan for it to happen 

It just kinda,, did,, 

Y’all we’re walking through the park, on your way back from lunch or something 

But you decided to make a pit-stop at the park cuz you saw an ice cream truck (do y’all know how rare those are in winter?? I’d be running to get to it pls i have no self-control) 

Anyways, other ppl had the same idea, so now y’all were standing in line waiting 

As he was looking around, his eyes landed on some other kids throwing snowballs at each other, and ideas started forming in his head uh oh-

And there just so happened to be a pile of snow right next to his feet- 

Y’all can probably guess what happened- 

“Hey y/n” “yeah-?” *throws it right at your face* 

And so the war begins 

Two words: S N O W  F O R T S. pls ppl would be concerned as they walked by and saw y’all just trying to fucking PUMMEL each other (sounds like fun tho i wanna do it now :( haven’t done it in years pls-) 

But you have to stop it before one of you gets hypothermia considering how long y’all have been going at it 

Anyways, he’ll buy you a hot chocolate to make up for making you frozen to the bone dw :)

SASHA 

Popcorn and cranberry garland 

Look away for one second and the popcorn is gone but you don’t really mind

Make sure to bring a second batch of the popcorn because the first one WILL be gone 

(maybe even a third stashed away-)

She’s really excited about it tho!! But didn’t expect it to take so long omg 

I imagine her to be really clumsy while making them, so pull a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie and help her out while holding her hands ;) 

She probably won’t notice what’s going on for a good minute tho 

Pls be patient she’s doing her best 😔🤚🏻

But once she does she has the cutest blush on her face pls (i just love her a lot can y’all tell-) 

She’ll eventually get the hang of it and you both make really pretty garlands!!

She suggests hanging it up in the bathroom as a snack pls-

HANJI 

Caroling with them omfg- 

It’s gonna be chaotic

The neighbors hate y’all but its fine 

Look man if ur like me and can’t handle people being loud all the time bring earplugs cuz it’s gonna get L O U D

But if you tell them that their screeching is giving you a headache they’ll absolutely tone it down!!

But don’t be surprised when they inevitably forget about that-

But if you're more energetic than I am then have at it ;) 

Pls me and my lazy ass could never handle that- 

Anyways when y’all reach the houses where they refuse to open the door?? Hanji’s breaking that shit down and hollering into their house at the top of their lungs

Ur literally gonna have to drag them away before someone calls the cops 

Moblit pls get over here and collect them I’m begging u dude-

Don’t be surprised if y’all spend the night in jail that’s just how it’s gonna be oops 

[anystalker707]

It’s not going to be alright

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 2 300 Genre: Angst, fluff, comfort TW: Anxiety attack, sort of Summary: (Y/n) brings Gerard to meet their parents. It doesn’t go as well as expected. Requested by @thegnotecannothurtusanymore​ a/n: I hope this is what you wanted and that you like it

"Do I look fine?" Gerard still sounds insecure as he stands in front of the mirror, adjusting his jacket lightly while also checking his hair and makeup, turning his head from side to side slowly a few times. He repeatedly runs his fingers through his hair, a sharp sigh escaping his nose.

"Of course, you always do," I say with a smile, standing behind him and observing him through the mirror. "C'mon, you don't need to be so nervous. I don't even care if they don't like or approve you, this is just because they're curious about you." Wrapping my hands around his wrists, I pull his hands away from himself in an attempt of helping Gerard with calming down. He's already perfect.

"But... Still, what if they try to separate us?" To say Gerard is worried is a euphemism.

I push Gerard to sit down on his bed and place my hands on his shoulders. "Listen, they're just my parents, not me. It doesn't matter whether they like you or not. They can't control me the whole time. We can, dunno, run away if we need to, don't worry about it!" I smile in an attempt of cheering him up and it seems to work.

Gerard noticeably relaxes under my touch. He wraps his arms around me and brings me closer, his head against my abdomen.

"It's going to be alright, Gee," I tell him softly as playing with his hair. He nods hesitantly.

We've been together for around a year now and, from hearing so much about me having a boyfriend and never seeing him, my parents decided that I should bring him home for dinner. Gerard almost freaked out because of it at first, something I completely don't judge him for. He was desperate about finding formal clothes for the dinner, but I told him to dress... like himself, just a kinda formal due to the occasion, but not completely. There would be no point for him to dress up in something he is uncomfortable with and to pretend to be someone he isn't just for my parents. If they're going to accept him, they must accept him the way he is and the way I love him.

Not to mention that we wouldn't be able to sustain a lie for too long. It's relatively easy hearing rumors about Gerard – after all, there aren't many other punk kids in the city. Also, if they hypothetically liked him like that and called him over for dinner more often, it would be an even harder thing to maintain. He can't hide all the scars or wounds all the time neither lie about some of them.

"What time is it? Maybe we should get going," Gerard says as he reaches for his phone and checks on it without letting me move away. "Yeah, we should," he answers himself and looks up at me, smiling a bit.

Soon, we are in my car and heading over to my place. I had come over to help him with getting ready and just to make sure he wouldn't mess up with anything because of getting too anxious.

"It's going to be alright," I repeat myself before we leave the car. Gerard does his best to smile in response while nodding. We leave the car and move to the front door, where I reassure him once again by giving his hand a light squeeze then I walk in. "Hey, we've arrived," I call to my parents as Gerard closes the door behind us.

"We're over here in the dining room, dear," my mother's voice comes from the said place.

The table is nicely set, the trays and pans filled with food we usually just eat on Sundays or certain occasions, what makes me smile at the same time I see it. Gerard seems just as pleased, an also appreciative air over his features as he looks at everything, cheeks growing red when his eyes meet mine.

When I look at my parents, however, their reaction isn't in any way pleasing. They look at Gerard like if they were expecting gold, but were just given a cheap copy instead or something completely different.

"Um," Gerard breaks the tense silence, seeming to not really have noticed my parents' reaction. "I'm Gerard, Gerard Way. It's nice to finally meet you." He smiles, looking at the two with nervous eyes. Well, now he's noticed it.

"Oh, so you're Gerard." The word sounds bitter coming from my father. He looks away, lips pursed and he doesn't make any effort in hiding his light displeasure. My mother takes the same path, a clearly forced smile decorating her lips as she slowly nods, drowning the room in awkwardness. I hate her for it. I mean, they don't even know Gerard yet.

A sigh escapes my lips as I just pull on Gerard's hand for him to sit down already as I do so myself, concluding my parents won't tell us to do it. Annoying. My parents do the same.

"Okay, so... Gerard," my mother speaks up first while everyone is serving themselves. He hums questioningly, smiling a bit. She continues. "Do you work? Do you do anything besides studying?"

"I actually don't need to work," Gerard replies, pushing his chair closer to the table after taking all the food he wanted. "I draw a lot in my free time and I've been trying to publish a comic."

Approval? No. The same displeasure shows itself on their faces, poorly hidden by fake smiles.

"Oh, that's... interesting," my mother breathes a chuckle, looking down at her food. Her chuckle sounds more of a 'look at how stupid he is' thing. Okay, okay, maybe I'm imagining things, right...? Let me avert my attention away from it.

"Gerard is excellent at drawing." I smile proudly and share a look with Gerard, who seems more relieved with my comment.

My mother makes an unconvinced face, but she doesn't have the opportunity to continue talking because my father speaks up next. "And you're off school soon, right? Have you already applied for any college?" He seems a bit more friendly than my mother, something I believe to be a brief impression due to how he's barely talked until now.

"Yeah, I've been accepted in the school of visual arts in NY," Gerard breathes with a proud air, already concluding how tiring it's all gonna be. In a social battery sense. The two will probably question Gerard until he walks out that door. It's going to be exhausting.

"Arts?" More reproval. My father raises his eyebrows amused after Gerard nods and my mother holds back a sigh, moving to sip on her glass of soda like if she can't handle it all. "That's peculiar, certainly. Something really difficult to get a future in, isn't it?" He says in clear mocking and looks at my mother. Look at this fool; I can practically hear them thinking. I don't know if it makes me angry or sad or both. Honestly, I already predicted things weren't going to turn out well, but this is just terrible.

"Like if Gerard would ever fail in anything while he's got so many talents like that," I roll my eyes. My comment goes ignored apart from how Gerard blushes and grins.

"Oh, but I've got a band in case anything goes wrong!" Gerard shrugs in a sudden wave of confidence.

"His band is awesome," I add. Ignored. Hah.

"A band!" A laughter comes from my father and my mother follows suit. They spend a moment laughing, but reality seems to hit them again before the fact Gerard and I remained in silent, both of us observing them in disbelief.

My mother shakes her head in dismissal as covering her mouth for a moment – at least making an effort, what seemed to be too hard to my father. "Erm, that's wonderful! Wonderful," she says.

A sigh escaped my lips at the thought I'll probably pull Gerard out of here myself soon if things continue like that.

Thankfully, some minutes into the dinner, we've got some peace, but all the evil comments and mocking continue right after. Sometimes my parents do apologize. Not genuinely, tho. For real, I feel like it would've been easier if they just got angry and kicked us out as soon as seeing Gerard or something instead of opting for psychological torture. I'm feeling attacked myself.

The dinner being over almost feels like a miracle to me – I quickly stand up from my chair and pull Gerard along with me.

"So, I'll be heading to Gerard's tonight. I'm spending the night at his place, like I promised," I say as giving his hand a light squeeze, running my thumb over his knuckles softly.

He seems really uncomfortable.

"Oh, you are?" My mother sighs, shaking her head to herself. "Okay then, just remember to come home. Love you, dear, see you," she says to me before she takes a good look at Gerard, then walks away to the kitchen with the dirty dishes in hands, not even bothering to tell him a goodbye or anything.

"Goodbye..." I mutter, starting to walk.

"G-Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. (l/n)! Thanks for the food and for receiving me," Gerard calls, the nervousness starting to show when we're about to leave the house. If I were him, I wouldn't even have said anything.

Feeling the cold night air embracing me is extremely relieving. Being away from the two is relieving. I'm still revolted about everything that has happened; it wasn't kind at all. I look at Gerard, worried. "Are you alright, love?"

"Yeah, sugar, don't worry," he reassures me. His words sound empty. I don't question.

Gerard tries to keep the tough posture until when we arrive to his place and we're already in comfortable clothes, lazing around on his bed. He's clearly not fine – you can notice it through how he acts, his glassy eyes, difficulty on keeping his focus... We will talk about it whenever he is ready.

At some point, my phone starts ringing. My mother. I sigh.

"I'll be right back, Gee, my mom's calling." I press a kiss to his cheek then leave the room and the house, heading to the back porch. It will be uncomfortable having anyone else listening to this while Mikey and Donna are also so nice to me.

"(Y/n)," the angry tone comes from the other end of the line as soon as I answer the call. "That boy is terrible. I'm sure you've noticed how we didn't enjoy him any bit. He's stupid, he's just got no future. You deserve something better, my love," her voice softens. "We just let you go over to his place because it would be impolite to not to after everything."

Ah, there it is. The hypocrisy.

"Well, and I'm sure you've noticed that I don't care about what you two think. You liked Gerard and everything I told you about him until you saw him. That's stupid. You guys didn't even allow yourselves to get to know him properly and already got like that." No, I've got no patience to deal with this. I groan to myself as leaning against the railing and observing what I can see of the back garden.

"We know that kind of people, okay? Trust us, you're not gonna-"

I hang up. And set my phone in the do not disturb mode. I'm not listening to bullshit about Gerard while he's so sweet and loving and...

Putting my phone away, I rub my face and try to get rid of the stress before walking back in.

Gerard is startled by me walking into the bedroom suddenly, eyes widening once they land on me while I close the door. It looks like he's been crying; eyes puffy and red, makeup smudged. "(Y/n)," he cries, reaching his arms towards me as I approach, "don't leave me, oh God, I love you so much. Without you I can't-" He interrupts himself with a sob, starting to cry again.

"I'm not going to leave you!" I sit beside him, pulling Gerard for a hug. I wipe his tears away before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I would never, I've told you! Their opinion about you isn't relevant to me! They don't know you like I do! I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that."

"Sorry," he sobs against my neck, arms wrapped tightly around me like if I would disappear if he let go. "I wish I was different, damn, I'm sorry."

It's always terrible when Gerard's anxiety attacks, but things seem to be going way worse now and I curse my parents for it. They had literally no reasons to have acted the way they did. Even if they dislike Gerard, everyone must be respected. Seeing Gerard like this hurts.

"You have nothing to apologize for," I rub soft circles into his back as continuing to hold him close, doing it for a few moments in an attempt of getting him to calm down. "Gee, Gerard, listen to me," I say once he's calmed down a bit and take a gentle hold of his face, making him look at me. "All that matters is us and nothing more. I don't care if my parents don't approve of our relationship or if the world does, I just care about us, if we are fine. And, of course, if you are fine. I hated that you needed to go through all of this, I'm so sorry." I press a kiss to his cheek, starting to run my fingers through his hair.

"Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault," Gerard says softly. He is silent for a moment before the tears start again and he buries his face in the crook of my neck again, clutching onto me tightly.

"Let it all out, Gee, it'll help you." I comfort him, pressing kisses to his neck and going back to rubbing his back. "I love you, okay? And that's all that matters."

[sedated-love]

Denki x Reader

TW - Mommy Kink

ALRIGHTY, THIS IS FOR MY GIRLS, MY GAYS AND MY THEYS!! I HAVE NO REGRETS OVER THIS AS I AM WHORE KNEE!!!

Seriously tho this fic is 3000 words so I really hope you guys enjoy! If you like it, please take the time to reblog <3 It helps a ton! Also if you have any suggestions for what I write in the future, please feel free to leave them in my ask box!

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“Come on, please~?”

Denki pulled his best puppy dog face as he tried to push his head in between you and the notes that you were writing. You loved your boyfriend dearly, but he had the tendency to be a bit annoying at times. Especially when you were trying to get important work done like right now. You normally loved how clingy and loveable he was but when you had an exam tomorrow, it made things a bit more difficult when he was all up in your space.

“I already told you, baby, I have to finish these first.”

You playfully pushed his face away which immediately resulted in a pouty boyfriend as he snuggled right back up to your side without hesitation. He rested his head on your shoulder, his lips pressed right against his ear as he spoke in a hushed whisper. “Please, mommy~?” His voice dropped an octave as he spoke. His normal playful cheery tone was much deeper and laced with something that made butterflies tingle throughout your stomach.

“Bed. Now.”

You sighed as you pushed your notes aside, standing up from the couch as you watched him run off towards the bedroom with an excited pep in his step. You couldn’t help but smile as your shook your head, following after your needy boyfriend as he somehow always got his way no matter what. You supposed you could work on your notes after you tended to him…Afterall, by the time you were done he would be a cute cuddly mess which would make working on what you needed to get done much easier than when he was loud and energetic.

“Someone’s eager.”

You walked into the bedroom to see Denki laying on the bed, shirt already off and he was working on wiggling off his jeans as he looked up to greet you. A toothy grin appeared on his face as he pushed his jeans the rest of the way off, leaving him in his boxers as he tossed them absentmindedly towards the other side of the room.

“How can I not be when my beautiful partner is waiting for me~”

“Flattery will get you nowhere…or did you forget that you interrupted mommy’s studying when she clearly told you to wait.”

You purposefully dropped your tone as you looked down at your baby boy with a disapproving look. You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he gulped, his face stripping of his playful grin and becoming the picture perfect definition of submissive as a light blush flushed across his cheeks. “I just couldn’t hold myself back…” He adverted his gaze shyly, but you could already see the bulge growing in his boxers.

“Pervert. You like it when you get in trouble with mommy, don’t you?”

You crawled on top of him on the bed, poking playfully at his member which was straining against the fabric. “Looks like my baby boy has already gotten so excited for me~ Isn’t that right~?” He melted completely underneath of you, almost like he was a different person entirely as the cocky playful attitude was replaced with a submissive shy boy. You loved seeing him like this. He always looked so beautiful when he was blushing so prettily underneath of you. It made you think about skipping the punishment all together. However, your baby boy needed to learn his place.

“Go get mommy’s things for me, baby. Then we’ll begin.”

Your voice dropped again as you used your mommy tone, making sure he knew not to disobey as you sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he went to go grab everything that you would need. He was trained well enough to know not to miss a single item as he came back to you with all of the items you would be using on him tonight.

“Good boy~ Now…Ass. Here.”

You pointed to your lap, watching as he scrambled to drape himself over it, setting all of the items that he had collected on the bed next to you so you would have easy access to everything you needed. “You listen so well when you know that you are in trouble~ Are you afraid of upsetting mommy more~?” You rubbed his ass through his boxers, watching as his body shivered slightly from where he laid over your lap, his ass propped up slightly so you could touch it with ease.

You pulled his boxers down so that they pooled against his knees on the bed, letting his bare ass be exposed to the chilly air before you went back to rubbing one of his cheeks with a firm hand. “You look so pretty like this, baby boy~ So exposed for mommy~” You grabbed the paddle, one of the tools that he had grabbed for you, before you held it against his ass, tapping it against him lightly so he would know exactly what you were doing. “It’s a shame mommy has to punish such a pretty boy…Color?”

You waited for him to answer before you continued, wanting to make sure you’re precious boy was doing okay enough for this tonight. “Green.” His voice came out shy and wrecked, almost as if he were in sub space before you even did anything to him. A pleased hum left your lips as you grabbed his face with your free hand so that you could place a reward kiss on his lips for answering you so clearly.

“Good boy~ I’m going to need you to count for mommy, okay~? Think you can do that, baby~?”

The shy nod was all you needed to get started as you pulled the paddle back before colliding it against his ass cheeks. You knew exactly where to hit and just how hard to leaving it stinging but not painful as you knew how much your boy loved a slight shock. “O-One” His voice came out so angelic as he spoke for you, soft whines leaving his lips as he shook his ass slightly, almost as if begging for another hit.

“What a perverted boy~ Mommy is going to strike you ten times, okay?”

“Yes mommy~”

“Good boy~”

You stroke his ass again, a little harder than the last time as you made sure his sensitive bare skin would be able to take the hit of the paddle. You waited for him to give you a number before you swatted him again, watching as his ass slowly turned a bright shade of red under the harsh love you were giving it. You kept hitting him at a solid pace, giving him a few seconds in between each whack to make sure that he was both okay and would be able to adjust to the soft stinging of his bottom.

“T-Ten…”

His voice sounded so much softer now as he counted out the final number. You hummed, setting the paddle to the side as you started to rub your bare hand against his sore ass, watching how he quivered and mewled ever so softly as you massaged the sensitive skin. “You did so well baby~ Mommy is so proud of how well you took your punishment~” You patted his ass softly, a signal for him to get up as the two of you had a number of hand motions or signals for each other in the bedroom that didn’t require words.

He did so immediately, the hard on standing proud against his stomach immediately catching your attention. “Oh~ Did my baby boy like his punishment~?” You looked up at him as he was kneeling on the bed, making the delicious treat at head level. It was impossible for you to hold back when it was right in front of you like that. “Y-Yes mommy…”

You purred softly, licking up the length of his member before taking him to the back of your throat without warning, causing a loud moan to escape from his pretty lips. He was so easy to break. It was adorable to you how cocky he would act until you actually started messing with him and then he was nothing more than mommy’s good little boy. You held his thighs in your hands as you bobbed your head from where you were sitting on the edge of the bed.

You could already feel his legs begin to tremble slightly from the pleasure as he hit the back of your throat every time you pushed your head down. He always let out the cutest noises when you sucked him off. You felt around behind you as you sucked him off, humming softly in approval around his cock as you felt what you were looking for. You popped open the bottle of lube squirting some onto your fingertips before reaching around him as you never stopped sucking and lapping at his heart member.

His hands entangled themselves in your hair but when you looked up at him, his eyes were closed in bliss, leaving him completely unaware for what you were about to do next. Perfect. Your slicked-up fingers pressed against his entrance, rubbing along the rim which drawled out a surprised yelp from your boyfriend. He looked down at you with his cheeks flushed almost as red as his ass was after his punishment, but you didn’t stop.

The trust between the two of you was good enough that you knew Denki would use his safe word if you were to do something he didn’t like. However, you had been with him long enough that you knew he loved when you fingered him. He was quite the slut for it, actually, as he always moaned so loudly and would buck back against your fingers so eagerly.

You pushed your index finger inside of him first, slowly wiggling it to help open him up as he quickly became butter around your finger. He relaxed so easily for you that you would have praised him if your mouth wasn’t already full of his cock. You slipped in a second finger with ease, rubbing it along his walls and scissoring him open as his cock fucked deep into the back of your throat.

“M-Mommy….If you continue that….I-I’ll…”

His voice became so whiney but that was your cue to pull your fingers out and your lips from his cock, causing a lewd pop to fill the room. You watched him whimper and whine as he dropped back onto his plump ass, leaving him looking wrecked as he sat in front of you with a pouty look written all over his face that made it difficult for you to hold back a laugh. “I can’t have you cumming too early, baby boy~” You hummed as you grabbed a few of the toys before stopping. He had been rather good tonight so you supposed you could let him choose what he wants to do as a treat.

“Do you want mommy to ride you or do you want me to dick you down, sweetheart~?”

“R-Ride me…”

You hummed in approval, dropping the toys before you stood up to strip. You could tell his eyes were glued to your body for every second of it as you made a show of being extra slow when it came to your panties and bra. He was practically drooling as he watched you, his dick twitching so eagerly against his stomach that you were half convinced that he was going to cum before you would even get the chance to take care of him properly.

“Like what you see?”

You hummed as you pushed him lightly so that he would get the hint to lady down as you started to rub your now bare pussy along his cock without actually giving him the pleasure of being inside the wet heat. You could see how needy he was becoming as he weakly grabbed onto your hips, his eyes focused on you as he kept looking between where you were rubbing right along your cock and your face.

“M-Mommy…”

He let out a slightly frustrated whine when you hadn’t taken him yet, bucking his hips against you as if trying to do it himself yet you place a hand on his chest to stop him. “Use your big boy words.” You could already see the big pout forming on his face when you were going to make him beg for it properly but you knew he wanted it bad enough that he would do it and you loved to hear the pretty things that he would say just to get inside of you.

“P-Please mommy…I need to be inside of you…Please take my cock, mommy~”

His back arched slightly as he bucked his hips up more and how could you say no to such a pretty face? “Alright baby, hold on~” You leaned down to place a soft kiss against his lips while you grabbed his cock and lined him up with your entrance. He kissed you back sloppily, seeming to be a complete needy wreck underneath you and you hadn’t even fucked him yet. You knew he was just about to get so much worse as you pushed yourself down onto his thick cock.

You were already so wet that you took him with ease, letting out a soft moan as he filled you up, making you feel so warm and full inside. “Does it feel good inside mommy~?” You couldn’t help but purr as you watched his eyes roll back slightly as he bottomed out inside of you, his finger tips sparking slightly against your hips, feeling like static when you run on carpet with your socks on and then try to touch a door knob.

“Y-Ye…s….feels….s-so good in mommy~”

You couldn’t help the soft giggle when he could barely get out a coherent sentence, but your amusement didn’t last long as his grip suddenly tightened, and he started bucking up into you roughly. A loud surprised moan left your lips as pleasure was shocked throughout your body as he suddenly took control, making it practically impossible for you to think straight when he was pounding into you so harshly. You could feel him against your sweet spot with every thrust, making your toes curl as his grip was so tight against your hips he was bound to leave bruises there for you to wake up to tomorrow.

“Mommy~ fuck~ mommy~”

He whined out loudly, seeming completely ignorant to his own rough actions as he fucked you so good that you were seeing stars, allowing you no time to adjust to his fast rough pace as his hips bucked uncontrollably. “F-Feels so good~ ngh~ Can’t help…myself~!!”

“B-Baby-”

Your own loud moans mixed with his as you flushed in embarrassment at how easily you had lost control to him. How were you supposed to know he was going to start fucking into you like a feral animal? He gave you no warning as he completely lost control, his thrusts being sloppy but somehow that just made it all the more erotic as you both melted into the ecstasy.

You could feel the tip of his cock pounding deep inside of you with every harsh thrust as he practically lifted you all the way off of his cock before slamming you back down to meet his thrusts. You sometimes forgot how strong he was until moments like this, but you weren’t able to focus on that for very long as he was quickly turning your brain into nothing but mush.

You could feel the familiar heat boiling in your stomach embarrassingly fast, but it was hard to hold back when he was slamming into you so roughly without letting up. “D-Den..ki~!” You leaned down, slamming your lips against his in a messy kiss as the both of you were too far gone to make anything orderly right now. Somehow that just made things all the more erotic as your tongues met in a sloppy kiss that left drool running down your chin.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care about whether or not that was gross as both of your moans only seemed to get louder the closer you both got, muffled against eachother’s lips. You pulled away from the kiss as you came against his cock, a loud squeal of pleasure that you could barely recognize as your own leaving the back of your throat as you drenched his thighs as you came.

Shame and embarrassment filled you as you noticed just how much of a mess you made. You didn’t normally squirt when you came but it just kept coming out as he kept thrusting into you even after you had cummed. The over stimulation had your eyes rolling back in pleasure as your back arched from the overwhelming feeling filling your body.

You knew you were going to cum again if he kept up this rough pace as you were too sensitive after having just released but he didn’t let up. “D-Denki…wa-wait~” Your words were lost as he almost seemed to pound into you harder as he chased after his own orgasm, his loud moans filling your ears as he slammed as deep inside of you as he physically could before cumming. The rough thrust is what did you in, making you spill over the edge all over again as you cummed a second time while he filled you up with his warmth. A mixture of both of your cum covered his thighs and the sheets as you collapsed on top of him, completely exhausted.

“You’re unbelievable…”

Your voice came out quiet as your heat rested against his chest, making his rapid heartbeat loud against your ear. Hearing it made you smile though as you closed your eyes to take it in while you both slowly rode out your highs. You only opened your eyes when he chuckled softly, making you look up at him with confusion written all over your face as to what exactly was so funny.

“Don’t you still have notes to do?”

“Shut up…”

[ackermanshoe]

March comes in like a lion, it's Portrayal of toxic & healthy relationship and how to compares rivamika + Ereh

Que the longest title everr 😌✨

So before I start on the actual analysis, I recently started watching March comes in like a lion instead of doing my assignments and I half way through season 2. For those of you who haven't watched it, it might be a spoilers so beware of that.

In this analysis I'll be comparing the similarities I found between Rei, Hina and Kyoko.

So watching any anime after being do emotionally attached to rivamika it's only natural that I compare them to the characters with even the tiniest bit similarities in their dynamic but Rei and hina's relationship jump in episode 4 of season 2 really caught me off guard and I was like omg?? Rivamika?? How do I make this about them 😩

Anyway so a little background on Rei's relationship with both girls Kyoko and Hina ( Hinata ). Firstly, i subconsciously placed Rei has Mikasa, kyoko has Eren and Hina as Levi, why? You will know on a minute. Rei is a depressed kid who has known only one way of life and that's through shogi games and after his parents death ( cough cough ) he was taken in by a old friend ( I think ) of his dad's who was also obsessed with shogi. Kyoko is the biological daughter of this man who has "adopted" Rei and later on Rei was came to know Hina and her sisters, they were super supportive of him from the start and having lost family members themselves they related to him on a personal level.

So you see why Eren and mikasa's dynamic matches with Rei and Kyoko and not only as "step siblings" it's also the fact that Rei became somewhat obsessed with her through the time he had spent over at their house, it's toxic and it's been showcased that way ever since kyoko was introduced into the series. Rei thought of her when he heard the word "love" and he even admitted to the fact that having her around is toxic and yet he can't push her away. He said he does not want to stop hearing her voice even tho she , herself is in love with a much older man who is married. Everytime she showed up to his bedroom uninvited and slept next to him my mind went "he is in love with her and their relationship is so toxic why does the author keep bringing her into his life?" Or "girl get the fuck away from him".

Without even thinking too much deep into their physical connection I already knew I would be able to related this dynamic to Eren and Mikasa. Although this series gives us much more depth into the main characters views since it's narrated from his own perspective, and the fact that he metaphorically compared his feelings of being lost and sadness helps me as an audience to understand what's happening much much easier than attack on titan. I personally feel like this kind of series are usually short ( idk how long this is) because it feels like the author knows exactly what he is going for, everything is set in stone.

Going back to Rei's ( mikasa's) relationship with kyoko ( Eren ) it's much much clear how toxic it had become for him in more than just one way. And the show isn't denying Rei of his feelings towards Kyoko and it's not even attempting to distant him from her and yet you just knew there had to be someone better right? That's when they introduced Hina and Kyoko in the same episode, meeting each other and a sense of invisible rivalry gushed over them, especially Hina. She is a happy go lucky girl and extremely sensitive to things to the point it kinda annoys me everytime she bursts out crying ( but hey you can't hate a genuinely good character ).

That's where things get interesting for me maybe because I am on that Levi X Mikasa agenda all the time but just like rivamika their relationship has been portrayed as platonic for the longest time in the seaosns. If I didn't go out of way to search up who Rei falls in love with and it didn't say hina's name I probably wouldn't be making this comparison right now because who wants to have their heart broken for the 2nd time in the same fucking month 🙄.

Anyway so in this one episode Hina comes home crying because of bullying issue at school and as she runs off into the dark streets Rei chases her and eventually catching up to her takes her hand and being able to relate to her problems, comparing his younger self to her present Rei reaches out his hand and God fucking damn it he says "you saved my life..I promise I'll stay with you" ofc I'm making this post now you know the real reason 🤡.

The unseen build up that happen between them reminds me of rivamika, the Portrayal of healthy relationship is rivamika. Hina (in our case Levi ) to Rei is the voice of emotion, she speaks out the feelings that Rei has been surpassing all these years inside of him. Just like how we talked about Levi is the voice of reason, while Mikasa has the impulsive urge to act up. Just like how Levi became the perosn who reasonably always took mikasa's side, he gave her personal reasons to take Erens side everytime have an actual meaning towards the scouts / everyone , he then became someone Mikasa was able to object & voice out her opinion towards because she knew that he would response and guide her the right way and finally he became someone she was able to fully trust.

Much like Hina and Rei, when Hina cried out her heart and Rei couldn't help but go back to his past self and imagine Hina coming to him and giving him a hand, being his saviour. It's much like how Levi saw his past self in Mikasa present ( S1 ), Levi gave Mikasa the hand she needed when she didn't know she needed.

Hina despite being much younger than him, was able to make him realise that he too was shutting out his emotions and was able to let himself be free through Hina when she cried, expressing her frustrations and very human like emotions. In the forest of the giant trees when Mikasa and Levi saved Eren for the first time he told her " we got your precious friend, didn't we?" A slight wake up call he had given her for the very first time, an attack on Mikasa's ego and evoking a different emotions within her. Like telling her it's not only about Eren and getting revenge, risking your life so easily, Levi had lost his entire squad in order to protect Eren so now that he is safe they better leave now.

So the question is did Levi and Mikasa save each other?

What can I say that I haven't said already in here about these two?

"you saved my life" Rei says to Hina as he reached out her hand and the beauty of that scene was the fact that it was delicate and soft despite it not being anything romantic. Remind me of that panel of Mikasa touching Levi's shoulder. How ironic is the fact that I'm comparing Hina, a openly emotional character to Levi who is said to be the most emotional inside?

Levi physically saved Mikasa a lot of the time however emotionally Levi saved Mikasa from being selfish and from herself. What if I said and ignoring 139, that Levi was one of of the biggest reasons Mikasa took the initiative and decapitated Eren that day?

Wait why does it feel like I already said it before lol

Through Levi, Mikasa learnt to trust more, learnt that even though they gave difference not only in height, age and in how they treat Eren ( Levi with force and Mikasa with care ), Mikasa still came in terms with Levi and relied on him, shared her burden with him. I think that's the biggest character twist Mikasa had, the fact that she was ready to draw sword at anyone who treated Eren wrong and everyone was scared of her and then came the grumpy shorty who beat her beloved brother right in front of her but eventually he became the biggest form of support she had in the end. I just can not help but laugh at all the unseen development this ship has had and all the implication of Futher interaction after season 3 between them, it's really obvious they had something going on because imagine you don't talk to someone for like 3 years and suddenly when you engage in battle against , paired up with them suddenly you become the strongest duo known to humanity. +?)!#)# make it make sense.

Sooo now you see the that having toxic relationship with a partner is only natural and inevitable but growing from that, opening your eyes to those who actually care there for you is rather healthy. So moral of the story is guys make sure stick with those who tells you to stay with them, the end.

Omg guys this turned out so much longer than I intended, anyway hopefully y'all liked it. I know it's not the strongest comparison or analysis but I feel like I'm running out of words for what I want to say about rivamika it feels like I'm recycling my sentences from previous analysis over and over again because ✨ lack of content ✨ and my inability to think of something new.

Please ignore all my spelling mistakes I have decided to embrace my mistakes instead of fixing them simply because I'm too lazy 😉

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[jiminrings]

Hello hello 🥺 I miss Hobi nd I just wanted to request a drabble piece with him as a teacher and your also a teacher and somehow??some students??? Ship you two??? And the next thing you know, they're trying to get you two together and oh boy...chaos ensues :') there's no pressure 🤗🤗 stay safe Hannah! 💞💞

base line

pairing: hoseok x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: hoseok swears that you’re intolerable, but maybe that’s just because you don’t greet him good morning like you usually do :D // gif isn’t mine!!

notes: my first hobi drabble!!! thank u for requesting and waiting babie!!! this threw me back to when i was in preschool and one of my earliest memories ever was me being a teacher’s pet and being able to read straightly and coherently :D (i am a mess now hee-hee)

you love your job

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!!!!!

you shouldn’t even call it a job if you’re genuinely enjoying what you do, right??

there’s just some days that you feel like you’re going to sit down the puzzle-matted floor in the middle of the class, tuck your head in between your knees, and sCREAM then yeet yourself out to the corridor

ok but listen

you really do!!

you studied for this!! you have a degree!!! you have a license!!! being a preschool teacher has been the career path you’ve always wanted to take!!

you like being around kids in general and taking care of them and teaching them!!

your age gap with your older brother isn’t exactly small and that meant that growing up, you had to keep up with him!!

because FUCK coloring books and building blocks :-) let me read your textbooks :-) i can’t read but i wOuld like to pretend and bond with u

jin has kids of his own and since it’s only the two of you, that automatically meant that you’re the favorite aunt!! well because after all you are the only one

you’re young and you’re hip and you watch animated shows still!! you can resOnate with them!!!

seokjin can’t make his two-year old eat his steamed carrots but YOU can!!

aha you have now established power <3

but ya know,,,

being a teacher is different from being an aunt!! it’e worlds apart because not everything that applies to your nephews and nieces, also applies to other kids necessarily

obviously you can’t treat every kid to the park once they master their ABCs and can grip a pencil properly

you’re just exhausted ok!! it doesn’t make you love your job any less

it’s just as simple as that

wait actually no

there is ONE more hiccup in your job and at this point, the thought of it plagues your mind beyond your place of work

not it

h i m

jung hoseok — your co-teacher!!

your co-teacher that helps you in handling a batch of fifteen preschool kids for hours, two batches a day, five days a week

hoseok whose hair smells like vanilla and flowers and is never not wearing an article of beaded jewelry and has the good voice that could make three to five year olds listen

.,.,. hoseok.,.,.,. who isn’t yours.,.,.,

and hoseok.,.,., who probably hates you.,.

you’re not trying to make a reach but you FEEL it,,,, you feel it in your knees and your spleen that oh god your co-teacher probably resents you and just tolerates you to not make the kids worry :((

it doesn’t certainly help too that uhm

well

aha

... you may have a tiny crush on hoseok

maybe you really do like him or oR!!

or maybe you just see him practically like everyday and you find yourself paying more attention to him and finding details that you normally wouldn’t find for any other person besides him but-

“good morning, hoseok!!”

you mostly make french toast every morning because:

a) you’d probably eat it as often as you could until you could no longer look at it anymore and practically barf at even the mention of it

b) baby it’s EASY

c) you can make it as a batch and that way you won’t have to wake up every morning to cook for yourself

d) tastes immaculatE whether warm or cold

e) jungkook gave you his recipe after nagging him everyday for a month <3

you knew how to make it in the first place but uh well,,,.,,

jungkook is jin’s regular babysitter for his kids and he’s very organized although you won’t admit that

he’s carefree but like disciplined at the same time y’know

like YES eunji you can take a sip of my orange juice that ur appa told me not to give you BUT you need to drink one whole sippy cup of water okay??? say yes uncle goo

and he’d also have snacktimes and he’d make his own and french toast is one of them

one time you came over and babysitted with jungkook and u snuck out a piece from eunji’s bowl and wow

𝔀𝓸𝔀

every time you came over you’d make him cook and he’s all??? 

“y/n are you SURE eunji told you she wants two bowls of french toast?? to herself?? are you sURE???”

lmao he’s figured it out late that it was you who kept eating the french toast because he peeked at the bowl and then??? eunji’s mouth doesn’t bite THAT big?? 

not unless a toddler’s mandible is already that big and he’s been wrong all along 

so the french toast?? yeah you put it in your cute tupperware with the cute waterproof stickers in the lid

AND SPLIT HALF WITH HIM

one loaf is to four squares and two of those are for hoseok :D

minor problem tho

he doesn’t take up your offer :((

maybe it’s just yOU who’s the problem at this point because you tried bringing other food and ?? he just shakes his head no and gives you a curt smile

every morning, you greet him!!

“good morning, hobi!!”

you call him that because that’s what jimin and namjoon call him since they’re your co-teachers!!!

... although maybe it’s just for friends of his only...... a-and well maybe you aren’t his friend

.... aha anywAys!!

you leveled it up a notch and switch up your greetings

“good morning handsome!!” or like “heeeeey cutie!!” or maybe even “hi sunshine!!!”

you: :D

him: :|

every afternoon, you ask him if he wants anything from the vending machine in the faculty room

every month, the principal gives tHREE bottomless cards to the best-performing teachers and that basically meant you don’t have to pull bills from your wallet to pay for overpriced soda

you’ve gotten it twice consecutively in the last month

free pass or not, if hoseok finally tells you what he wants from the vending machine, then you’d get it for him in a heartbeat and less

vending machine talks r some of the best talks and you want that :((

sometimes he’ll tell you that he’s full, or shake his head no, or semi-rudely glances at you and sets his head down and that translates to no

every weekend, you ask him if he feels ____ because you totally have that in ur apartment

“it feels a bit hot, no? good thing i have a new airconditioning unit :D”

no you don’t have a new airconditioning unit

you just had jin clean out the filters while you were at work and it’s basically the same thing, right??

pls say right

you’re basically FLIRTING with him

and you feel useless about it because you haven’t made any progress whatsoever no matter your approach :((

at first you didn’t feel embarrassed whenever namjoon pointed out your crush on hoseok

in fact, the whole faculty knows but you’re just gonna ignore that

you didn’t feel like a FOOL because it’s hoseok you’re making strides towards to

he’s worth the embarrassment that you don’t feel at all

and he doesn’t notice and doesn’t care and he probably won’t talk to you if you are the only preschool teacher in this school besides himself

you’re starting to feel the secondhand embarrassment joon always points out to you multiplied to five

oh god what you’re doing is LAUGHABLE

it’s even more painful to look at yourself in a third perspective because you look like an utter fool chasing after him and all he does is push you away

you’re tired of trying 

it’s okay :)

hoseok looks like someone who’d tell all about your doings to his groupchat and they’d laugh at you together

wait no that’s quite a reach

you’re probably not even tHAT important to be made fun of in the gc :((

fine then

you’re gonna focus on everyone and everything else besides him -- it’s not like he’s even gonna notice anyway!! not that it’d matter

if hoseok can sleep at night peacefully without even acknowledging you, then you could sleep at night without him crossing your mind

sike

you kept thinking about not thinking of hobi last night that in return you did think about him

but that is the LAST time ok

you’re gonna start tallying this morning

wait a minute!! you don’t have to tally because you genuinely need to not care and be indifferent!! 

....

oh....

wait this was easier than you expected

you feel a weight out of your chest when you kept your eyes on the ground when you passed by hoseok in the hall

you felt nervous initially because you never skip a day of not being all googly-eyes for him but you know!!!! this was actually nice!!!!

for a change yOu’re the one who’s unaffected and as cold as it sounds -- 

it feels good to not care :D

“up please!! up!!” 

you’re feeling so zen and un-dejected that you forget for a moment that you’re still in class and yOU’RE the teacher

and it’s hyunjin!! one of the younger kids in class

also he’s quite the troublemaker and intentionally likes teasing you and being play-mad at him makes him giggle to no end

he does nOt vibe with hoseok he’d jus keep a straight face on and ??? no ur not teacher y/n

he’s tugging at whatever he could reach and if he turns out to be holding a marker in his hands then you might just Pass Away

you comply to hyunjin’s request but you know you’re gonna put him down in two seconds because you know that the other kids are gonna see and-

yeah nevermind

it’s now a carrying train :D

you just made up that name on the spot

it’s a line of kids going up to your arms, and then you passing them to hoseok, and then putting them down to the ground and them running back to the line again until everyone’s satisified

bAsically you’re passing around kids and it’s hoseok who calls off the game because you have no backbone sometimes when it comes to four-year olds

throughout the whole time though, hobi feels like something’s wrong

he just can’t place it

he’s trying to sniff so hard if someone had a toilet accident and he can’t smell anything??

maybe his shoelaces skipped a hole??

either way there’s just something wrong in the back of his head

anyways he better snap out of his daze before you ask if he’s okay or if he needs anything

..

....

........

why are you not looking at him

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......

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wAIT WHY ARE YOU NOT LOOKING AT HIM

huh

that’s weird

but you always look at him??? and he can see you in his peripheral vision and this time he can’t even see you glancing when his head’s turned????

hmmm

omg

his prayer’s been answered!!

honestly hoseok finds you kinda annoying and he’d like it if you just leave him alone and stuff and give up whatever it is that you’re doing

you finally got the message :D

yeah that’s good :D

hoseok’s okay he’s cool he’s happy he totally feels complete

“let’s stop now?”

hobi leans in to tell you because he counted and this is hyunjin’s third time on him

you’re kinda lost because he stops this game in his own accord but whatever

you just give him a smile and what’s THAT supposed to mean???

“oh sO do you want another round?? or??”

he’s enunciating it for you but it’s more for him actually

you just wave him off

.... communication.... where is it

he’s gathering the facts so far.

you’re not looking at him!! that’s fine

you didn’t call him handsome but hEh he’s handsome even if you don’t call him that

not that he needs comforting words and compliments.. or whatever...

that he can let pass because he doesn’t really care

but what he dOES care about is why are you not offering him anything right now???

where.,., WHERE is his french toast

he’s been putting his hand on his tummy for the past five minutes and rubbing it in circles and he’s ALSO humming every now and then

jimin’s lost as he’s writing his agenda for the week and hobi’s across him looking constipated and relieved at the same time

aHEM

ok what’s happening now

you’re... not trying to wedge into the same table he’s in.. ?

you plop right next to namjoon and he instantly throws his arm around yours because he’s been looking for you too

“hey!! how did your recipe night go??”

you reckon that joon allotted another evening for trying out new things because it helps him destress!!

he shudders just by thinking about the smell in his apartment and how opening the windows didn’t do shit

“tasted so bad i couldn’t even eat it :((“

mug cake is the actual devil!!!

imagine having to crack an egg along with a couple other things in a mug and cook it in a microwave and it doesn’t turn as good as the ones you’d see in youtube videos

congrats you now have bread stuck in a mug that smells like chocolate but tastes absolutely nothing like raw eggs

there’s an irritable scowl on his face and great now hobi just feels worse

it’s been almost a week

and practically everyone knows that something’s wrong going on with him and they don’t know wHY

some people dO have an inkling though,.,.

“ah, what seems to be troubling my best teacher?”

principal min drawls out as soon as hoseok enters his office before rolling his eyes at him

normally in other schools you’d be fIRED if you disrespect the principal but nah :D

yoongi takes pride in being the cool principal

he’s so cool that everyone’s in a first-name basis with him

he’s not your typical principal!! normally they’d be preppy and he’s not that much but when he sees the kids??? immediately goes soft

“you say that to EVERY teacher”

lol everybody knows that but no one points it out

he’s so grumpy that even the principal took notice of his behavior!!!

“there’s nothing wrong, okay??”

hobi says it in more of a scoff and that just goes against what he said

yoongi’s sitting here,,, eating his plain loaf of bread aND minding his own business,, and then now hoseok’s mad at him??

“don’t show me bread sTOP showing me bread!!”

the next day hobi’s so grouchy <3

there’s a circle that the kids are in and it just keeps going in and out

you and hobi are in the middle and each time they sing, the circle keeps getting sMALLER

now normally y/n from a week ago would blush to death

but present y/n just feels awkward and kinda :// at the whole situation

it’s not really a tight squeeze tbh but hoseok kEEPS going forward torwards you to the point that his arms around you already

he’s obviously flustered and he’s trying to recompose himself but you’re barely meeting his eye contact

okay now that hurt

god he’s just so left behind with what’s going on :((

and he won’t say this now but fUck he misses you!!! a lot!!!! he feels like pavlov’s dog and he’s automatically wired to miss your affection whenever he’s aware of your presence

does he uhm

does he l-word you??

“and that’s it!”

you’ve just finished teaching them how to fold a paper boat :D

that is a BIG achievement okay you’re actually serious

it teaches them how to be more patient and pay more attention!!

“you can give them your mom!! or if you have a tiny crush on someone in the room then-...”

lil seungmin steps right up to give you a boat

yes it’s wonky and the folds aren’t really done properly and won’t float in water but wow!!! that’s so cute!!!

you immediately thank him and ruffle his hair 

he’s such a cute kid omg 

“thank you s-...”

however hyunjin wOn’t be affected by that

with a huff does he march over to you and his long hair’s getting in the way (hobi just tied it awhile ago) but nO that is not important rn

he gives TWO paper boats but the other one he just stole it from jisung lmao

the kids are catching up and sUddenly it’s a competition to who gives who paper boats

there’s a fair share of boats between you and hoseok

you’re awed bc wow they really did learn and yOU taught them and it’s just so fulfilling to see wonky wittle boats :’’)

“give to who??”

the tiny felix sitting by your side tugs at your shirt and he’s pointing to the boat you made yourself sitting on your palm

“o-oh!”

how did you get put in the spot by preschool kids

oKAY definitely not hobi

maybe you can call namjoon from the other room???? or maybe even yoongs and-

the sudden shrieking in the room brings you down from your thoughts and you’re quite frantic trying to catch up

the commotion?? ur palm

hobi himself folded a crane!!

:)

and it’s sitting snugly in your palm

:)

he’s been feeling so lost the past week and he realized that it’s because of yOU and how he’s so dense to drive you away when all he wants to do is keep you close

hobi’s never really beamed at you directly like that before

you might just cry

hyunjin’s kicking the air and so does every kid who has googly eyes for their teacher 

but it’s okay 

it’s all okay because hobi’s looking at you the way you look at him and he’s the most gentle and pleasing thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on

it’s his turn to put his chin against his palm, a knowing smile on his face before he asks

“do you feel chilly tonight?”

[singthebodyelectric-tmnt]

I Sing the Body Electric 4

Michael

Michael woke up a few days later in an unfamiliar place. Strangely, he didn’t feel the need to panic. “Oh. Hey, dude. Didn’t think you’d be able to visit us yet...Well, I mean, visit me”. Michael turned to see the older Mikey in a kneeling position. “Give me a minute. I’m finishing my prayers,” said Mikey. Michael knelt next to him. He looked at the shrine Mikey was praying to and realized with a sinking feeling...this was a shrine that looks like Gram-gram Karai’s shrine at home.

This one had incense burning in a small holder and had a single picture of a human man, a woman, and a baby. Whoever they are, they must be very important to his brothers in this dimension. Michael lowered his head and quietly said a prayer just like his father taught him. When he looked up again, his counterpart closed the shrine and held out a hand to him with a smile. “Thank you,” Mikey quietly said. “It means a lot man”. Then after a minute, he commented, “I didn’t know you spoke Japanese” Michael rubbed the back of his head. “I don’t. Dad just started teaching us after our Gram-gram Karai...well, he taught us how to care for her shrine” Mikey blinked, not sure what to say to that statement. He then led Michael out of what he assumed was a dojo. “Karai’s your grandmother?” “Technically she’s our ancestor. We only knew her for a short while but...we love her you know? She’s amazing...was amazing...I...I really wish we could have gotten more time with her” Michael’s eyes welled up with tears. It still hurts thinking of Gram-gram. He felt a hand on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry for your loss. Hey, you know what? It’s not the same of course but...umm, our Karai? She’s our eldest sister here”. Michael brightened up just a little. “Your sister? That’s so cool!” Mikey chuckled, put on a helmet and pads, and picked up his skateboard. They headed toward the kitchen then Mikey put out a hand for them to stop.

They could hear arguing that was getting louder coming from the kitchen. Mikey sighed then looked at Michael and gave him a pained smile. “We can skip the kitchen for now. You don’t need to see that”. He turned a confused Michael around in the other direction. “Where are we going?” Michael asked. He noticed this lair was very somber, with a lot of grey tones. “To give Donnie the heads up,” Mikey replied. They reached an enclosure that was probably the entrance to Donnie’s lab. Mikey knocked on the door. There was no answer. Mikey sighed. He knocked again. “Donnie”. Nothing. Mikey knocked louder this time, “Hey, Donnie-” Loud footsteps came crashing and something violently wrenched the door open. “STOP IT WITH THE RACKET. WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” Donnie looked furious, eyes much more bloodshot red, and he was jittery with his mask off. Michael hid behind Mikey. Mikey’s eyes widened, hurt. Then he narrowed them and shot out a hand putting Michael firmly behind him. Donnie seemed to realize that it was Mikey that he shouted at and he shrinks back putting his hand up. “I-I didn’t mean...Mikey...I-,” sputtered Donnie.

Mikey looked away. “You might wanna avoid the kitchen. Raph and Leo are at it again”. Mikey turned and walked away from his brother. A hand shot out and grabbed Mikey’s wrist. Mikey didn’t bother to look back. “Mikey…Please…I’m sorry” “Are you really? Then what, the next time I come by, you’ll shout at me to ‘Get the fuck out’ like the last time I tried to talk to you?”, Mikey spat. Donnie shook his head, “No! I’m sorry about that time...I was stressed and-” “You’re always stressed, Donnie. Is that really an explanation or is that an excuse? You need help, man” Michael watched Donnie slowly let go of his brother. Mikey walked away without looking back. Michael stared at Donnie’s distraught and heartbroken expression. His eyes widened when he saw Donnie scratched at a scale on his arm then pulled it out making it bleed. Donnie didn’t seem to notice. Michael scrambled after Mikey, “Hey...um...Your brother… Donnie...he...his arm… his arm is bleeding” Mikey winced...then pushed on. “He gets mad when you point it out to him and does it some more. The best thing to do is ignore it”. Michael shook his head, “Dude, no. That’s not…” “I know. Just...just leave it. Please,” Mikey said quietly. Michael stopped and looked at his counterpart in concern. Mikey sighed and patted Michael’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s have some fun”

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“Dude...Is--Is this safe?” Michael asked, eyes wide at the steep drop of the building. Mikey adjusted his helmet and pads. Then he positioned his skateboard over the edge. “It is! Think of this as a huge half-pipe, yeah?” Mikey said excitedly. Michael frowned. “Sure….but it’s made of glass…” “Plexi. It’s pretty sturdy. Here, I’ll do a run so you can stop worrying,” Mikey bumped shoulders with Michael. He positioned himself on the skateboard. But before Michael could stop him, their surroundings suddenly changed. “Woah!!!” They both landed on their bums and looked at their surroundings. It looked like they were inside the sewers again...except this time it’s spacious with lots of clear water flowing through. Mikey helped Michael up and looked around. “Oooh. It looks like the lair except it isn’t as colorful as your home but it isn’t...um...grey as mine” “You think this is Mike’s home? Let’s find him!” “Yeah!” “Race ya!” The two orange-clad boys ran off giggling and chasing each other. They soon found a large area and heard voices.

“So, can you tell us why you called us here? Is it because of the kids you guys said you have been “visiting” lately?” Mikey put up a finger to his lips and Michael nodded as they quietly sneaked closer to the group they now realize were the four Splinterson brothers and two humans. The lady with fire red hair leaned on a table and said excitedly, “And can you tell us what they’re like? Please? The last dimensional versions of us were older” Mike came out with beer bottles in both his hands and passed them around. Leonardo chuckled and nursed his bottle. “Really young. Although one Leo just turned eighteen, the other is just fourteen. Why do you want to know, April, Casey?”. “That’s their April and Casey?” Michael asked, surprised. Mikey tilted his head. “They look like ours….but a lot older”. Michael blinked, “Really!?” “Shh!” April took a swig of her beer, “Professional curiosity. Not like Donatello will tell us what he’s working on” Donatello was on a table, tinkering with something. “Believe it or not, a stable portal to each other’s dimensions,” he explained without looking up. “Don and Donnie are working on a portal on their end”. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Michael whispered gleefully. Mikey looked away thoughtfully. “I guess that’s why he’s much more irritable as of late”. Michael stopped hand waving and frowned. “You...You don’t mean that, right Mikey?”. Mikey sighed, “Yeah...sorry”. “Don and Donnie, huh? You guys gave them nicknames already?” Casey said amusedly. Raphael clinked their bottles together as he passed by. “Makes it easier to figure out who’s who,” Raphael said. He settled next to Leonardo who, to Mikey and Michael’s surprise, took out a cigarette and lit it. “Not in the lab, Leo,” Donatello reprimanded without looking up. Leonardo moved to an open window. “Sorry, Donny. Anyway, April, what were you asking again?” “You were talking about the other Turtles! Tell me about them, please guys? What do they look like? How are they different from you?”

Leonardo chuckled. “Well for starters, one set of turtles are different species and ages from each other” “Oh my gosh! Really? I'd love to see that!” “Same! Ah man, that must be awkward tho, huh? They probably don’t have that much in common with each other…” Raphael looked at Leonardo and smirked. “Actually, the kids are really close. Like their own Raphie is the biggest, the eldest, and their current leader-” “Oh my gosh!” “What, no way!” “Yeah- I know! But he’s such a good kid. His brothers are very protective of him and him of them. He’s a lot calmer too. Must be because all his brothers are different types of hyper-” “So he offsets them!” April finished, her eyes shining. “He sounds amazing!” “He is! He knitted sweaters for Klunk and Raph’s Chomper-” Mike put down his beer bottle eyes wide and a touched smile on his face, “He did? That’s--wow. What a sweet kid”. “I know! Let me finish. He also gave Leonardo his blessing to train Leon to take over as leader sometimes...speaking of which--,” Raphael, Mike, and Donny put down what they were doing and glared at their brother. “---Leo, I hope you didn’t give the kid a hard time. He was acting out at the table” Leonardo lifted his hands in frustration, almost dropping his cigarette. “It wasn’t me!” He sighed. “But you’re right. I didn’t do anything to stop Leon and Leo from fighting and it turned into a huge misunderstanding...I’m sorry”. He put his free hand on Raphael's shoulder. “Good thing Raphie was there, huh? You all should have seen it. Leon...Leon’s a good kid but he’s...he’s so carefree. But I can see so much potential in him, and Raphie confirmed it. The kid is a natural- it’s a shame I also see he doesn’t know how to follow instructions or doesn’t have that much confidence in himself--” Mike came over and nudged his brother’s shoulders. “He’s a teenager . An actual teenager living his best life. From what I see, their Splinter raised them as actual kids instead of ninjas”. He looked wistful, “I’m so happy for them”. Michael looked down, red in the face. He felt a pat on the head and he turned to see Mikey, also smiling wistfully, “Don’t be sad, man. That’s a good thing”. Michael looked confused, “But...what does that mean?”. Mikey doesn’t answer him. Leonardo smiled, “Heh. You’re right, Mike. I’m happy for the kid too. As for Leo...the kid is quite capable and knowledgeable but...something’s off. Like really off, I can feel it. I hope the two of them won’t resent me too much when I train with them”. Raphael leaned back and sighed, “Same with Raph. He’s actually a quiet kid but I could feel something’s wrong. I could feel the anger and frustration but I don’t think it was at me or Raphie. Like it was directionless and directed everywhere” Leonardo took a drag of his cigarette and smiled wryly at his brother. “Looks like you’ll have to guide him, Raphael”. Raphael rolled his eyes and chuckled. They all looked over at Donatello. Donatello continued working. April poked him. “Come on Donny, spill-” “No”

“What? Why?” “Patient-Doctor Confidentiality” Raphael frowned. “The kids aren’t our clients-” “Even more reason to not say anything. It’s not any of our business-” It was Mike who interrupted. “That’s all well and good, Donny, but as your brothers, don’t think we do not notice how your arm bleeds or your recent sliced thumb the last time we visited the kids”. Raphael and Leonardo got up in alarm. Mikey looked down and glared at the floor, frustrated. Donatello sighed in annoyance. “It’s fine. I’ll handle it”.

Mike frowned, “If you say so. But if you need help-”. This time Donatello looked up and gave his brother a fond smile, “Yeah, don’t worry. If it’s too much, I’ll ask for your help”. Raphael shook his head. “Or mine. It sounds like my area of expertise too”. Donatello went back to what he was working on. “It’s better if I handle it. They open up quicker and better to someone familiar. Even if that person is a different version of themselves” April tapped her chin, “I don’t want to diagnose without getting the full picture but...it sounds like sensory overload that is triggered due to...something. Stress is a factor but another could be trauma-” Donatello shook his head, “April, I’m sorry but what did we all agree on in early diagnosis?” April rubbed her arms sheepishly. “Sorry, Donny. I can’t help it. How about you Mike?” Mike turned his head and was about to reply… then he swiveled his head in the direction of Mikey and Michael and grinned. The boys gulped. “I could tell you, but I think it’s better if they can explain themselves. Boys, come out” Michael rushed out and hugged Mike. Mike gave out a laugh and a slight “Oof. Hey, bud”, while Mikey lagged behind. Mike put a hand on Mikey’s head and rubbed it. Mikey chirred quietly in response. Michael chirred back happily. “Woah, ASL, Japanese, and Turtle speak. You guys are really talented, you know that?” Mike commented, impressed. “Ooh! They’re here? How are they? Are they alright? How did they feel when they traveled here?” Casey asked intrigued. April rocked on her heels excited, “Hi kids! You probably have guessed but I’m April O’Neil and this is my husband, Casey Jones! You’re welcome to our humble home any day” “Wow! Casey and April are married here? Tell them I give my thanks, Mike,” Michael cheered and he hopped up and down excitedly. “Married...Woah...uh...um tell them thanks! I’d love to meet them face to face,” Mikey said. Mike relayed what the boys said and April clapped her hands excitedly. “I can’t wait to meet you all! When Donny finishes the portal anyway” “Actually-” “What’re your hobbies? I’d love to get to know you!” Mike grinned, “Little Michael here-” “Hey!” “who is a smidge smaller than me, is a really good cook. You should see him in the kitchen. He also uses a kusari-fundo instead of nunchakus, am I right?” “And saws! But I can use nunchucks too when I use ninpo-” “And Mikey here is a master prankster like me. He can dance and is really creative. Come on dude, own it! Also, you’re like what 5’6? I’m a 5’4 man. You’re tall, kid. And you’ll grow even more I bet” Mikey slightly retreated into his shell, embarrassed. Michael nodded enthusiastically. “They’re both good skateboarders. Must have gotten it from me-Hey, Raph, not cool!” Leonardo chuckled because Raphael had thrown a well-aimed grape. Michael kept bouncing up and down. “This is so, so cool!” Mikey put a steadying hand on Michael, “What were you guys saying about clients and diagnosis and stuff?” “Hey guys, the kids wanna know about our day jobs. Is that cool?” When Donny, Leonardo, and Raphael nodded their heads, Mike replied, “We’re therapists, and April and Casey work in the same field too. Analyzing behavioral patterns come out naturally to us” Mikey scrunched his nose while Michael let out an “Oooo!”. “That’s...cool? What do you guys do?”. Mike patted his plastron proudly and gave a huge grin. “I’m a certified youth and school counselor! I deal with kids from all walks of life regularly” Raphael collected his and Leonardo’s empty bottles. “I’m a physical trainer with certification in both exercise and trauma work. I handle physical and mental recovery from...er...really bad stuff”. Leonardo put out his cigarette and threw it away. “I’m a social worker. I handle displaced and marginalized people in the city. I also am sensei to….a bunch of rowdy mutant kids”. Donny put down his work to reach for something glowing. “I’m a behavioral therapist with some overlap in trauma. I deal with the rehabilitation of mental health disorders” Casey scratched the back of his head. “Mine is a bit complicated. Closest I can get is nutritional and exercise therapy. You...you cannot believe the things people do to their bodies,” he shuddered. “I’m a psychiatrist with a specialty in pharmaceutics. Anything that needs medicine, I supply” Michael was gob-smacked, but Mikey looked confused. “I’m surprised but...why would ninja need to do all that stuff?” Mike gave the boys a sad smile. “Because there is an influx of mutants in the city and see, there aren't a lot of people willing to help them or the humans lower in the social ladder who desperately need help”. He gestured to his brothers and sister. “So we did what we could and stepped up. We’re kind of all they have at the moment”. Both Mikey and Michael stared at their counterpart in a new light and deep admiration. Mike scratched his cheek in embarrassment. “And I have never been prouder, my dear children. The battlefield has changed, and so you all adapted in ways I have never expected,” said a soft voice. Out from the shadows, a grey rat hobbled towards them all. He took Raphael’s outstretched arm and sat in front of Michael. “From what I have gathered, you apparently have guests, Michelangelo” “Yes, Master Splinter. You can’t see them but Michael and Mikey are here. They are very young, father” “I see? How old?” “Mikey and his brothers are eighteen. Michael is thirteen and is the youngest of his brothers” April gasped and put a hand over her mouth while Casey sucked in a horrified breath. Splinter closed his eyes. “Each iteration gets younger and younger. I grieve for the innocence lost, and I am sorry” Both Michael and Mikey looked down solemnly. “It is a shame I cannot see or hear them-” “Excuse me, Father, but this is what I have been trying to say since earlier,” Donatello interrupted. He gave a grin and pulled out seven crystal wristbands and pointed to a floating, glowing, orb. Donatello looked to the side and chuckled as if he responded to something only he could hear. “The portals are done and stabilized on all our ends. We can now visit each other”

[glowingspence]

Little hands

Rossi and Hotch take in one last kid - Spencer.

Part 3 Chapter 5

Summary: JJ apologizes and Derek takes Spencer to the office after he asked for it for so long

Word count: 2157

Category: Hurt/Comfort / Light Angst

Ao3 Read below the cut:

"So what are we choosing?" Kate asks standing next to JJ in the line for donuts.

"Something with strawberries"

"That sounds fun I am sure they have that." She tries cheering her up. If anyone of the kids is affected by Hotch and Rossi scolding it’s JJ and while Rossi gave in already telling her it's not as bad, that she was right to include Spencer in the tradition Hotch still shows them the cold shoulder. Not entirely but a kid knows. And especially a kid as sensitive as JJ.

"So what's eating your mind?" She asks when she sits down with her at the small table at the mall.

"Nothing"

"You can tell me" They had spent the afternoon together. Walking through the mall,looking at clothes, buying a few crystals and now eating donuts together but JJ didn't seem to once be able to get pulled out of her guilt. "You know when I was a kid - I was about your age I would snuck out of the house and I would walk this long dark path through a forest and when I would reach the end there would be a field with horses and my parents never wanted me to go there because the man who would own thos houses had a criminal history and I didn't understand that. I would always go there and one day my parents found out and they were furious and I would still go there and years later I found out that he was falsely framed and always the nice man I fought he was but my parents couldn't know that and looking back, I would have done the same thing as a parent."

"Papa is angry"

“But don’t you think he has a valid reason to be?“

“That makes it worse.“

“Did you apologise?“ Kate asks looking at JJ who plays with the napkin in her hand, clearly not seeming like she has an appetite.

“Multiple times.“

“To both of them?“ JJ shrugs and then takes her drink taking a sip. “Is there maybe a chance you forgot apologising to Aaron?“

“Spencer?“ Derek calls through the house. He is grateful to be able to live in such a great place but the size doesn’t make it easier to find your little brother that tends to not respond when he is being called.

“Downstairs“ Emily calls from her room and Derek is lucky and finds him curled up at the end of the house on a small armchair.

“Here you are.“ Derek rubs his hands together for a moment before speaking up again to catchhid attention.

“I am busy right now. Don’t you see?“

“I have a surprise for you“

“I don’t like surprises.“ Spencer states in a monotonous voice turning the page of his book.

“I will bet you like this one.“ Derek steps closer and waits for Spencer to give him his attention. “I bet you won’t turn my surprise down.“

“What is it?“ Spencer quizzes looking away from his book.

“We will drive down to Aaron’s work now.“

“Really?“

“Yes come on. Shoes on, jacket on, off we go.“ Spencer doesn’t even question if David knows about the plan and just rushes behind Derek and is excitedly flapping his hands while Derek tries buckling him up. “One moment sitting still so I can see if everything sits right okay?“

“Can’t sit still right now.“ Derek presses Spencer with a hand on his chest against the seat and checks if the seatbelt is buckled up correctly. “Oh you are strong.“

“One day you will too.“ With that Derek closes the door and walks around the car reading Emily‘s message,

“Aaron is gonna be pissed.“

“RIP to you“

He ignores it and gets into the driver seat checking Spencer’s backpack if he has everything that he needs.

"How long will we drive?"

"Half an hour"

"Can we listen to music?"

"Sure" Derek connects his phone to the radio and starts playing his playlist much to Spencer's disapproval as they pull out of the driveway. "What?"

"It's not music"

"You sound like Dad already"

"I am not that old"

"Not what I meant" Spencer leans down pulling Sima out of his backpack, clinching the stuffed animal to his stomach, rocking back and forth slightly. "Tell me when you feel uncomfortable"

"I don't" The younger brother stays quiet for a long moment and then starts giggling out of the blue and doesn't seem to be able to stop.

"What?" Derek can't stop the smile creeping on his face either.

"What? What? I am going to the FBI" He exclaims, pronouncing especially the “the”.

"You need to find a hobby if that makes you that happy"

"You need to find a hobby if that makes you that happy. I have a hobby"

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah. I read and I draw"

"You draw"

"You draw?Yes"

"You any good at it?"

"You any good at it? I don't know"

"I am sure you are. You can show me when we come home."

"I am sure you are. You can show me when we come home. I am sure you are. You can show me when we come home."

"You sure you are okay kid?"

"You sure you are okay kid? You sure you are okay,kid? Good. Good. Have a lot of happy feeling."

"Keep stimming" Morgan tries suddenly getting anxious that this is too much for Spencer.

"Keep stimming. Keep stimming."

"Do your hand thing" Instead of flapping his hands what Derek hinted at he starts hitting his head.

"Hey! We don't do that." Derek reminds him a little bit louder than necessary but it got the kid to freeze in his actions. "What do we do instead? We do this" He takes one hand of his steering wheel for a moment and rubs it with pressure over his own chest. "Copy what I am doing"

"Copy what I am doing?" He does but then goes back to flapping his hands.

"That's okay too just don't hit yourself"

"Can I come in?" Rossi is standing in front of Emily's door.

"Yes"

"What are you doing?" He asks when he enters the room and sees her sitting on her bed, her Ipad leaning on her pulled up legs as she takes one of her headphones out.

"Watching a show."

"What is it about?"

"What do you want?"

"Can we talk about what is going on with you?"

"No." She doesn't look up to him. "I changed my mind, can you please?"

"Kiddo I am not here because you are in trouble"

"I want to be alone now"

"I thought we figured out what was wrong and talked about it?"

"Seriously Dave just go"

"No"

"What is your problem?"

"My problem is that my daughter won't speak to me."

"Not my problem. Go now please."

Patiently Derek stands next to his car waiting for Spencer to get out of it. "What's wrong?"

The kid just shrugs and keeps playing with Sima. "You can take her, we can take your whole backpack."

Slowly Derek gets down on one knee next to the car and opens his arms, "Come here" Hesitantly Spencer gets out and leans against his chest. "What is it?"

Instead of talking he hides his face against Derek's neck. "You need a moment, is that it?" Spencer nods and Derek grabs his own jacket, placing it over Spencer's shoulders before picking him up again, pulling it now higher to cover parts of his face, giving him a chance to hide away from the world.

Derek had watched Spencer doing this countless of times with blankets and clothes or even grabbing Dave's hand and placing it on his face while cuddling with him because if there was one of millions of things that prior families got wrong about Spencer it's that he does not dislike physical contact, he dislikes unannounced physical contact.

If they tell him beforehand, if they ask him if they can hug him, if they ask if he wants to be hold he will almost always agree and after he learned that no one is touching him without a warning he got very quick with initiating it himself especially when he gets overwhelmed.

He throws Spencer's backpack over his shoulder, and places his free hand on the bag of Spencer's head as he walks towards the building and he can feel him gripping his shirts and slightly hit his head against Derek's shoulder when they enter the building.

"How can I help you, Sir?"

"My name is Derek Rossi Hotchner. I am a visitor for Aaron Hotchner with the BAU."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"He is expecting me. I am his son. It should be noted in his file."

"Oh yeah I just read it. I need your ID and then you are good to go. Who is the little one in your arms?"

"Spencer Reid,I hope he is noted already too?"

"No I am sorry" Derek hands her his ID. "How old is he?"

"Seven"

"What damage will he do right?" She hands him two visitor badges. "I assume you already know this but you two need to get through security over there and then you are good to go."

"Thank you Ma'am" Nervously Derek walks over to the security.

"Sir I need to look into your backpack and you please walk through the metal detector, and your- whatever too"

"Is it okay if he stays on my arm? He is not doing well with this" Derek voices his concern. "The metal detector will detect metal either way"

"Don't lecture me about my job"

"Derek!" He hears a familiar voice and when he turns around he sees Gideon approaching them. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting Aaron" Gideon pulls out his badge and leads them through the security. "Thank you"

"No problem, who have you got there?" He asks with a smile when they are standing in the elevator and Derek slightly pulls the jacket down revealing Spencer's face or everything that isn't converted by his hands as he starts whining and pressing against his older brother again to shield old the lights.

"May I introduce? Spencer"

"Nice to meet you,Spencer" Anxious Spencer looks in the opposite direction. "You were also shy in the beginning," Gideon tells Morgan. "The FBI building was not at all your favorite place you wouldn't wander around you would stay in your dad's office and in your dad's office only"

Shyly Spencer turns his head around looking at Gideon and when they leave the elevator he points at him. "That's Jason Gideon. He is a close friend of Aaron and David. David and him have founded the BAU together." Derek explains.

Carefully Morgan pulls the jacket off his shoulders but doesn't take it off completely so he can pull it over him again if he gets overwhelmed. He sometimes thinks his parents think way too complicated when it comes to soothing Spencer.

"I heard you like reading" Insecure Spencer nods and leans his head down on Derek's shoulder, seeming like he was ready looking around but still faced the older man. "What's your favorite?"

"Have you ever heard of David Rossi? The kid reads it as his night time story" Derek jokes and can already see in the man's eyes the lecture his dad now expects.

Derek takes it slow with walking to the bullpen letting Spencer look around and the other agents on Aaron's team look up, eyeing them but no one approaches them, giving Derek the chance to get up to his office first.

"What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" Worried Aaron gets up from his seat.

"You forgot something"

"What did I forget?"

"Taking Spencer here."

"I was busy-"

"Yeah you are already busy when you are on cases for weeks, it won't hurt you to at least take a few hours and do this right?"

"Derek I do not appreciate this tone"

"You won't listen to us when we say it otherwise." Gideon steps inside placing a hand on Derek's back. "It's true, don't defend him."

"I wasn't going to."

"Papa!" Another voice fills the office and JJ runs inside reaching for him to pick her up.

"Is everyone here?"

"Hey Derek" Kate greets him and steps inside too seeing Spencer and Derek. "Oh how adorable"

"Why- oh angel" He only realizes now that JJ is crying. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I am sorry for sneaking away the other day"

"It's okay, you already got your punishment."

"But you are still mad"

"Not at you, It's okay." He tries soothing her. "It's okay, pumpkin. You are okay, I am not mad."

Spencer meanwhile let's Derek cover him again and Kate walks over giving Derek a gentle squeeze at the arm.

"You are all good, it's okay" Hotch repeats to the sobbing girl in his arms. "I am not mad at you I promise."

[fairymadnessyeah]

A Bard in Kaer Morhen

Chapter 1: All Party Members are Here!

Find it in AO3!

Summary: After the battle of Soddon Hill and finding his surprise child, Geralt goes to Kaer Morhen to spend the winter and protect his company. What a surprise is he going to get when he finds he is not the only witcher who picked up strays and brought them to safety from the on-going war. Or that said person is so being so praised and spoilt by his brothers. He does care. He is happy for him. He is. ... ... Hm.

Notes: Hey! This is my first Witcher fic, so please be nice! I never had enough money to buy the games (I still don't) but I really got into the fandom when I watched the series! I re-visited it a few days ago and I couldn't get this idea out of my head! I doubt I will write another fic, not until I get enough to buy the book or the game, (probably the book, tho) or until the next season comes out. Sorry if this is too OCC, I tried to do my best!

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The scenery had turned into an icy and snowy deadland in what seemed like a blink of an eye. The travellers, a man with hair as white as the snow surrounding them, a girl who had been through hell and was still standing and two mages, one hurt and the other healing them. They had all come from a worse place though.

Sodden Hill had become a graveyard after the battle between Nilfgard and the mages. The reinforcements of king Foltest were keeping the attacking kingdom at bay, but it wouldn't last for long. People would say it was destiny that Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, was near to help the last surviving mages of the battle, but he only called it luck. Whether it was good or bad was yet to be decided. He had only been travelling with his Surprise child for less than 48hs when he came across a middle-aged woman and the mage from Temeria carrying an unconscious Yennifer.

Triss was wounded too, but it wasn't fatal, and while the two looked as if they were seconds from dropping to the ground, they were still holding on. The middle-aged woman, Tissaia de Vries, explained everything that was going on once they were on safer grounds.

She told him about the war and the decision The Chapter had come upon, along with their little resistance and then asked for him to take the two younger mages with him. She had clearly noticed the girl with him was Princess Cirila, the lioness cub of Cintra, and that he was protecting her. He accepted, but only because he didn't have a choice. Even if Yennifer had left him, the two were still bonded thanks to the Djinn and Triss had saved his life back on Temeria. He owned them both.

The rectress didn't join them. (Not that he would let her). She said something about drawing the attention away from her pupils. Since they were more powerful and younger than her, and therefore played a more important role in the war than her, she would sacrifice being followed and found (and whatever came after that) to give them more time to escape the war. Geralt suspected there was more to it than that, but it didn't seem to be his place to say that.

After farewells' were said between Triss and the rectress (and the unconscious Yennifer), the four made their way towards Kaer Morhen. Yennifer rode on top of Roach, Ciri and Tress by her side and him at the front, leading and protecting at the same time. Yennifer didn't wake up until a week after they set off and it took them another two weeks to arrive at witcher school.

When she woke up, both Tris and him had to physically stop her from going back to Tissaia's side. They were setting camp in the woods when she sat up from the floor with a start. Ciri, who was closest to her, got quite a fright and a scratch, when she tried to calm the sorceress. They somehow got her soothed enough to listen to them and explain the plan for the time being. The kingdoms of the country that weren't below in Nilfgards' reign were holding their attack back, so until she and Triss were ready to join the battlefield once more, they were to stay with the witcher. He would take them to Kaer Morhen, a place filled with witcher during the winter, a place which Nilfgard would have to be crazy to attack. Once the two mages were fine, they were free to leave. Cirila would stay with him up in the north until there wasn't a bounty on her head anymore or she could protect herself, whichever happened first.

They continued their journey the next day, although the air around them a little tense. The first-week Ciri and Triss had talked lightly about trivial things, but with Yen now awake things had turned awkward. It surprised Geralt that the purple-eyed woman was not angry at him, or at least not showing it. After the disastrous Dragon hunt, he imagined the next time they saw each other, she would try to slit his throat. But, alas, she still hadn't tried. Maybe she was too drained to be bothered by it.

He was too in some way. Finding the little princess had drained in ways he never experienced before, and the silence of the journey was weighing on him, strangely. It had never bothered him before, the quiet. But even when the tension between the three women dissipated and the three chattered normally, the feeling was still there. As if something was missing. He didn't understand it. When Jaskier talked and composed whenever they had travelled, he never felt this way.

As they made their way towards his home, the three females got better acquainted. They would trade who would ride on Roach, though Ciri spent more time there. She was still gaining her strength back and this way, they moved quickly. The two mages didn't seem to mind, as they told her stories and fables of magic and spells, the girl opened up to them, even confessing that she believes to have magic of her own. Geralt already suspected it and was planning to bring it up with her once they were in Kaer Morhen, but Yen and Triss beat him to it. They taught her how to hide it and control it so that it didn't explode, but nothing more. Magic lessons were hard when you were on the run.

Unfortunately, when the three ran out of things about themselves to talk about they moved on to talk about him. Ciri was naturally curious about the man who was now her... protector? (Yes, let's go with that. Protector) And her curiosity wasn't satisfied with his grunts and one-word responses, so when he proved fruitless, she asked the two mages. Who was too damn happy about answering her, even if it was the correct answer or not. Besides, he was less than 2 feet away from them, they could at least pretend he was there, right?

By the time they arrived at the snow-covered mountains, he was all too happy to end their little journey.

"Well, look who it is, Geralt of Rivia," Vesemir greeted him with an embrace and a few strong pats in his back when they reached the gate to the fortress. "You know, for a loner, you have the most company this year," the old man jokes as he turns to his companions.

Vesemir welcomes the three females and they go inside. They make a small stop at the stables where they leave Roach before Vesemir shows them to their rooms. Geralt can see they are not the first ones to arrive, other horses have already been left there.

"So, is this where you were born?" Ciri asks as they walk through the old stone hallways.

"No," Geralt grunts. "This is where I was taught how to be a witcher,"

"Am I going to be taught how to be a witcher too?"

"No," he responds too fast. "You'll learn how to protect yourself, in case you need to," he says sternly. He should be more considerate with her, after everything that's been going on, but he can't help it.

"Don't worry, little one," Vesemir tells her. "You'll probably be able to do anything a witcher can. And with good timing, business has never been better for witchers!"

"Hmmm?"

"But I people hate witchers?" Triss asks as confused as the rest of them.

"Well, yes, they do," Vesemir agrees. "But compared to the last century, these two last decades have been wonderful for us. Ever since the great Epic Hymns about The White Wolf, The Butcher of Blaviken, Geralt of Rivia have been going around more and more people are requesting our services. Your tales are painting us in a better light. Your little bard is making our lives easier, you should really thank that little dandelion of yours," Vesemir tells them.

"Hmmm." if only he could. He hadn't seen or heard about Jaskier since the dragon fiasco. He had been busy, though. And after everything that had happened and had been said, he doubted his the bard would be happy to see him.

"Alright, this is your room ladies, right next to Geralt's," they finally arrive. "I will see if we have anything for you to wear and I'll make sure one of the boys brings you another bed. That thing might be big, but I doubt you three would be able to sleep comfortably," Vesemir tells them as they enter the chambers.

"Oh, no, please, that won't be necessary!" Triss tells the older man.

"We won't be here long," Yenn adds after Triss.

"Nonsense! It might not be as fancy here as a royal court or some other bullshit like that, but you are guest here! If my boys bring somebody here, they are special and they will be treated as they deserve!" the man declares and then turns to the younger witcher. "Supper will be at 10, you might want to take a bath before that," he chuckles and leaves, patting his shoulder a few times.

"Hmmm,"

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Geralt knocks on the door next to his chambers when it's time for dinner. Triss opens the door, letting him in. She is dressed in a simple, yet nice green dress. Probably made it herself. He doubted a place full of witchers owned something like that. When he comes inside, he sees Yen (also in a dress made by herself) braiding Ciri's hair in front of a mirror in the corner of the room. The princess, unlike the two mages, was wearing the clothes they used to give the younger witchers.

"Time for dinner," he announces.

"We are almost done, be a little more patient," Yenn tells him without taking her eyes off her hair.

"Hmmm,"

"What could you be so excited about? Having dinner with more brooding tall men?" Triss chuckles at her comment as Ciri smiles humoured.

"Hmmm,"

Yennifer sighs tiredly and a few seconds later puts the hair down. "Perfect," she compliments and the three start going towards the dining hall.

Geralt, while the three mages are blissfully unaware, has been losing his mind. Coming to Kaer Morhen is supposed to be a season for him to relax and be with his brothers, but ever since he arrived he keeps getting whiffs of nostalgia. Of honey mixed with cedarwood. Of cheap fragrance and dirt. Of the sweet aroma of dandelions. It brings shivers down his spine and it makes his chest ache. It reminds him of pubs and inns and life on the Path. Of a constant melody, right by his side, commenting and praising and joking, but most importantly, never stopping.

He must be losing his mind if a place like this reminds him of the bard. The only time he had ever been here was through his words. When his brothers asked him about Toss a coin and the bard who was telling the epic stories of his adventures. He had never brought Jaskiel here. At the moment, it seemed wrong to bring him to the cold and bitter snow of Kaer Morhen. So why was he smelling the bard in here? As if he was there? As if Geralt had never pushed him away.

"Do you hear that?" Ciri interrupts his inner musing. It makes everybody stop and listen.

On the halls of what should be a cold mountain, the soft sound of strings and music catches their attention. They all rush to the source. Or Geralt rushes as the other three follow him. Because he knew that music. He had heard it be sung in pubs, heard as it manifested in a melody, heard it born from a humming. As he opens the door to the dining hall, the cold stone hallway gets filled with light and warmth. The slow singing that had once been a slight whisper, is now in full blast as his brothers, probably drunk out of their minds, sing along. Or at least try, as the only man with an instrument and tuned voice strouts on top of one of the table, strumming his lute with careful fingers as if they danced around the stings.

"Toss a coin to your witcher,

O' Valley of plenty,

O' Valley of plenty,"

"Is that... ?"

'Jaskiel... ?'

[after-l1fe]

Theo x GN!MC Nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s INCREDIBLY caring, whether you two had some rough or passionate and slow sex, at the end he wants to make sure that you know he loves you with all his being and that you are all that matters.

Definetly expect cuddles, hugs and lots of kisses, oh but that will definitely have to wait until you’ve both taken a bath and the sheets have been changed, laying on something so unclean and being drenched in sweat is something he won’t tolerate after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves MC’s eyes, in them he can see how much they care for him and how they look at him filled with love, he also loves how their pupils dilate when MC sees him.

His hands, with them he can please MC and carress their body, sometimes he reaches his hand towards MC’s without thinking in the middle of discussions, that earns him a variety of looks, from eye rolls to smirks.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum isn’t that thick,  it’s kind of liquid yet it’s still very sticky.

He doesn’t like to make a mess so cumming inside MC is what he likes the most, seeing them full of his seed makes him feel so happy it’s like leaving something within MC to remind them that they belong to him and no one else.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves lap dances, seeing MC’s body moving around with the only purpose of tempting him, is something that makes him feel so hot and it’s an immediate turn on when he thinks about that.

Extra points if MC is wearing lingerie Theo gifted them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

None. When he was human it wasn’t like he had any time to get a partner even less have sex.

Yet even if MC is his first, he is a perfectionist, so he did some research and learned LOTS of stuff, now he only has to put it in practice 😉.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He doesn’t have one, he loves to experiment to find the best positions to please you the most, although if he had to choose it would be anyone that lets him take control, so that you can just relax and enjoy the moment.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not at all, for him this is a moment to express his love for you, and any silly comment can wait until later. If he IS goofy it will only be in case you are tense and need to relax a bit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet does match the drapes.

Hes completely shaved, he thinks its easier than having to take care of the zone in any other way, also the most important reason is that it feels cleaner and refreshing to say it in some way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Vey intimate! He loves to show you how much he loves you by whispering sweet things into your ear (if you are getting punished tho he might not be that sweet 😉)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was human he didn’t even have time for this, his schedule was planned to the minute.

But after becoming a soul reaper he now has a lot more free time and a person to admire.

He now does it whenever he feels bored preferably in the shower where he can’t get caught by June. If he has more time tho he prefers his bed, in there he can use his phone to watch pictures of MC wether they are on her social media or they are ones he took without them noticing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I already explained lapdances😉

Sensory deprivation, this makes MC only focus on him and forget about everything else, and Theo knows this. He has a special box under the bed filled with all sorts of stuff like gags, cuffs and blindfolds.

He is also a brat tamer, act a little naughty for him in private, he’ll love it and won’t hesitate to show you your place.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere where they won’t get caught. MC is only for him to watch and touch and anyone else catching them will regret it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

MC, they are just so perfect, their body, their voice, how could he not get aroused only by looking at them and letting his mind wander.

Jealousy, if you seem to be getting a little to comfortable with anyone else, or viceversa, he will have to remind you who you belong to of course.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share you, you only belong to him and no one else.

Water sports, he considers that something very dirty and unclean.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes them both. He loves to watch as you try to fit his long cock inside your warm little mouth to try and please him, tears going down your face as he cant help but push his hips a bit into you.

He also loves to get you in his mouth and watch as you squirm so sweetly for him, and the way your back arches when he runs his tongue over a sweet spot.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the situation. Has MC been misbehaving? He’ll be rough and VERY fast, and just as you are about to cum he’ll stop, that can go on for hours, but when he does finally let you cum he will overstimulate you.

If you have been good tho he’ll be going slow focusing on bringing as much pleasure as he can to you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like them, he prefers to take his time pleasing you and slowly building up your pleasure.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s not a risk taker when it comes to doing stuff in public where he can get caught, but in private he does love experimenting new stuff with you to see how he can make you feel the best.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for a LOT of rounds, he has lots of stamina from his training as a soul reaper, and once he gets in the mood and he gets enough time you two will be going for hours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes he has toys, he doesn’t have ones for himself, he knows how to hold back and he has you. The toys he has are for you, to bring you more pleasure, he doesn’t really like it if you use them without him tho, he wants to be there, and even if its not directly him causing you pleasure he wants to be in control.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you, seeing you begging for him, for his cock, is something that makes him feel so proud of himself and seeing how much you need him is something that he loves.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He knows how to control the volume of his voice but if he’s feeling specially horny/needy you’ll hear lots of grunts.

When he comes tho it doesn’t matter if he’s feeling really horny or not you’ll definitely hear a moan coming out of his lips as he fills you up with his seed.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He wants your pleasure to depend on him, he doesn’t want you to touch yourself, after all why would you want to please yourself when you have him?

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s definitely longer than average, yet he’s a little bit on the thinner side of the spectrum.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has high yearning yet he knows how to control it, still if he’s being holding back for a long time expect a sleepless night.

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep till you have just in case you’ll need anything and he also does it because he loves seeing you while you’re asleep.

[midknight-sentinel]

//i thought it’d be good to list the verses hallkel had!! so far i have a few, but i’ll list them all and try to keep it a bit brief!! BE WARNED: THE POST WILL HAVE SOME SPOILER MENTIONS FOR DOOM ETERNAL: THE ANCIENT GODS PART 2 IN THE ‘RECLAMATION VERSE’ SECTION!!!

MAIN VERSE: TORTURED CRUSADER

takes place after the events of the betrayal in nekravol

takes place in the doom universe too

but could also be used with mutuals that i’ve rped with on my old hallkel blog if it’s a crossover!

hallkel is a wandering night sentinel elite, having literally FOUGHT his way out of hell to get back to argent d’nur

he’s probably one of like, the few surviving sentinels from the novik era

dealt with a bit of dimension-travel because of the portals, and had to basically fight with them to make his way back home

he stays far away from actual civilization as he could, because they are (most likely) maykr-aligned, and hasn’t met other sentinels much that weren’t aligned with the maykrs

he comes off as more exhausted and prefers to not heal any wounds of his that he may have received, from demons or maykrs or other sentinels alike.

he tends to come off as more weary and exhausted, and sometimes gets a bit more frustrated compared to his other verses, but still, no matter what: he tries to give off a smile

has a habit on writing down a lot of notes about other cultures in a journal he kept from his early sentinel days. which reminds me....

PAST VERSE: EARLY SENTINELS

takes place when the night sentinels were still a thing, and most of civilization was still, you know, intact

hallkel’s a funky lil sentinel man still! and he’s a nobleman!!!

around this time the slayer’s come around and is a Big Thing

hallkel is the slayer’s translator (dubbed a ‘voice weaver’)!

(ofc, won’t force that sort of thing with muns, don’t like forcing, feel free to let me know if you arent a fan of that!! i’d be happy to change it for a thread)

most definitely doesnt know the slayer personally, but tries to translate his english into argentan, and to help him learn argentan

he also tries to learn about the slayer’s culture! at least, the best he can

he also tries to help with JOLLY COOPERATION!!! consider him.... the doom solaire. the doomaire, if you will...

“argent d’nur is a proud kingdom-planet, its walls will not fall!”

glances to previous verse, reads ‘TORTURED CRUSADER’

“uh oh, hallkel!”

DOOM ETERNAL T.A.G. VERSE: RECLAMATION

WOAH, TAG TIME? TAG TIME

basically set after doom eternal!!!

he’s gotten home, and he’s focused on clearing out demons from argent d’nur!

gonna rip and tear those lil bastards

he’s also on a quest to try to reach the world spear! hoping to find the slayer again

he’s hoping that argent d’nur could be returned to its former glory, somehow, and wants to clear out the demons

and also go on a crusade against hell. he will personally want to fight davoth even though he WOULD LITERALLY die to the fucking dark lord

hes just an angry lil sentinel man

“GRIFFIIIITH!!!!” angrily hauling ass towards davoth even tho he prolly lost an arm to the dude

GENERAL CROSSOVER: RESPITE

meant for crossovers with muses from other worlds!!

it’s set in a time in the middle of his tortured crusader verse, but at a time where he hadn’t return to argent d’nur yet

he’s basically dimension-hopping! and just trying to get home!!!

shenanigans shall ensue!

Alternate Verse: HEAVEN’S JUDICATOR

heavily inspired by @savior-of-humanity​‘s Hell’s Champion verse for Master Chief/John!! please check them out holy fuck they’re amazing Lord Almighty!!!!!!!!

with hallkel having gone through hell and struggled to reach home, he uh

kinda caused some fucking problems with the maykrs during his dimension hopping to get home, and found himself on urdak.

fucking hell portals >:(

the maykrs are kinda there like “oh shit a novik-era sentinel?? who is REALLY hating hell like the slayer is? it’s free real estate”

“ayo what can we do with an old-ass sentinel like him”

“oh i know”

they use hallkel to try to figure out more abt argentan anatomy and how similar it is to humans, and basically fucking. reform him to be some kind of biblically accurate sentinel angel

he’s literally in agony

but says “FUCK IT” because now he might throw hands w god

he still kinda acts like his old self too!! kind of.

he’s in so much fucking pain but gives 0 fucks. he’s still cheery. still wants to learn. he just finds it hard to speak bc he’s not coordinated very well

he’s practically a living, walking (flying???) experiment

he Just Wants To Sleep goddamn it

someone let him have some fucking choccy milk. i plead with thee.

//more verses will come around soon!!! feel free to give me suggestions if you’d like! i’d be happy to have them! will put this as ‘verses.’ to make it easier for people to search on my blog!

[malleus-maledicarum]

Consciousness hits Dorian like a stone suddenly, tho he can barely tell as his eyes open to pure darkness.

And in that darkness he lays for a moment, gathering his bearings. Before too long objects start shifting into view; familiar objects. It hits him again This is his room. It's unmistakable. The desk with his collectibles, the wardrobe, the window overlooking the yard though right now the curtains were closed. He was home. But...how? What was this? A dream? Did...

His questioning is cut off by the door opening a crack to let a slice of light to cut into the room. Faintly, there's the sound of music coming from downstairs.

Whether by compulsion, or curiosity....or worse, fear, he cautiously heads to the door to follow the music. The house is empty, no signs of anyone having come through recently

More than that the halls feel Strange Still his house, absolutely but.... They're off. As if everything was moved an inch to the left. And all the portraits are blank, empty voids where paintings once lived.

And were the hallways always this winding? It feels like it takes forever to reach the stairs, as if walking a maze. His hand grips the banister in a feeble attempt to ground himself.

The music is closer, a grand sweeping melody that honestly sounds like something his Mother would request played. Suppose that makes sense then that the music seems to be coming from their entertaining room.

Through the closed double doors he can see passing shadows that interrupt the light in the cracks. Were his parents throwing a party and didn't inform him? That was odd but...surely he had studying to do? Honestly so many details were hazy right now.

Curiosity once again getting the better of him, he pushes the door open ever so slightly to catch a glimpse inside. The room is much larger than he remembered it, too large to even fit the house. Lights dot the room, almost making everything blur with an ethereal glow. Masked shapes elegantly dance amongst each other, perfectly in tune with the band.

It's almost like a dream. And he realizes, that's because it is. The fact becomes clear when he sees a very specific figure mingling in the crowd.

Holding the hands of a faceless figure is Karver, who turns and catches Dorian's gaze.

"Oh there you are!" He detaches himself from the dancer, who stands perfectly still and watching them. Karver pays them no mind. "I was hoping you would find me, come in come in! You've never visited my home have you? Here, dance with me while we talk"

Dorian cannot get a word or protest in edgewise as Karver grabs his hand and pulls him into the swaying fray of bodies. All he can feel is confusion and indignation as Karver takes the lead position, resting a hand on his hip and pushing him around like a broom.

Getting his bearings, Dorian attempts and fails to stop the waltz and just goes along with it until he can exit the dream. "So it's your fault I'm here. Typical. Wh- what is this place? You're "home"? What does that mean?"

Karver chuckles, dipping him and quickly snatching him back up. "Did you expect me to just live in the emptiness of that little head of yours? Of course not. During my imprisonment, I've managed to create a respite while I finish up my work. Lovely, isn't it?"

The room spins around them, streaks of colors and shapes. Vague in every sense, it's impossible to make out any details Except Dorian strains his neck, swearing he sees someone familiar but Karver just keeps them moving. "I wanted to have a discussion with you, Dori. Try and reach an understanding."

Dorian cringes at the nickname "Absolutely not. In every sense. I'm done listening to you. All you have to say is poisonous drivel and I'm beyond fed up with it."

"Okay. Yes, alright I've been...less than kind to you." His hand sweeps out and quickly pulls Dorian back in holding him almost intimately close. "Even tonight I've said some less than cordial things to you. I'm realizing I've been going about this the wrong way."

This takes him aback. Karver has never once shown any signs of empathy or kindness in the entire time they've been together. Rarely to others and certainly never to him. Dorian stares into the eyes of his disease for...well anything. Hints of lying, mockery. Anything to make this make sense. "You...Have made my life more of a hell than it already was." His tone is cold, doing its best at indifference.

Karver's expression furrows, a tinge of annoyance, but he plays it off. "Your life was never that bad. Anyways. Yes. I've been cruel to you. It's for that reason I want to make amends. Make the transition easier."

"Transition?"

"Yes, for when I take over the body. You see-"

At that sentiment, Dorian finally rips himself from the dance and firmly plants his stance to glade daggers into his double.

The room falls silent and the figures stand perfectly still.

"You. Are not taking over, do you understand me you fucking plague.?"

With a sigh, Karver steps forward. His face looks the closest to sympathetic Dorian has ever seen. "You're getting weaker, Dorian. You were already so...weak. So small. You were barely able to survive childhood. Even now, you're losing your fight. Each dose grows more ineffective as your serum does its work, as I do my work." He steps closer Dorian takes another step back. "You made me-"

"I did NOT. You are a failed experiment and the WORST side effect-"

"YOU. Made. Me. You wanted a total overhaul. A full body and mental enhancement. You. wanted everything better."

They continue their perfectly in sync walk, one following the other, until Dorian feels his back hit the wall. Karver poses himself over him, all but trapping him in their conversation.

"You wanted everything fixed, you wanted to perfect yourself, and my Detested I'm sorry to tell you there was simply too much to fix." His hand reaches up to gently tuck a lock of hair behind Dorian's ear.

The man finds himself frozen, memories of that night filling his vision. The injection The awful feeling the night after followed by a few nights of feeling wonderful. The first time he heard Karver's voice. The voice that continues to lecture him.

"There was simply too much work to do, and I think on some level you recognize that don't you? You were never fast or strong. Not even head of your class. It tried, your little mixture truly did...but the only option left was to start from scratch."

When did Karver get this close? When did he wrap his hand around his in such a tender embrace? Intimacy alone was foreign to Dorian, but from his disease it was baffling. "I am your cure. I am the solution you asked for. But I know...how terrifying this must actually be for you. Trust me, I know how bleak nothing is. I could have made the process less painful, but my anger got the better of me. I want to remedy that now, and offer you a choice."

"A..A...." Words fail him. He's backed against a wall by his greatest enemy in such a passionate embrace, speaking to him in a way he's never experienced before "A choice?"

"Keep fighting. Succumb tired and afraid, losing potentially every aspect of yourself...or. Come willingly." Now Karver is cradling Dorian's face.

"Let me assimilate you by your own choice, complete the transition, and not only do you go with some dignity and grace but who knows? Maybe some traces of you will remain! The best parts of you accentuating my already superior attributes."

And there it was. The confused look on Dorian's face contorts into pure horror. Karver is looking at him with full sincerity, his voice so gentle and calm. As if this was a good ultimatum.

"Y-you." Dorian is practically shaking. "You're asking me whether I wish to be murdered or EUTHANIZED?"

"If you have to put such ugly terms on it...yes. Go peacefully or go down swinging but regardless Dorian, you are going to succumb. You pushed the needle in, your inferior body created me to replace you, the least I could do is offer you some mercy-"

"Mercy??" He scoffs, attempting to wrench his hand free. "You call this MERCY? Asking me to give up EVERYTHING to you, my whole life thrown away for someone else to live!"

"Oh please you were barely living your life. The crime they pinned on you aside, you had the social skills of a thorn bush. You couldn't even make a friend with the one person willing to talk to you. You were nothing and even if you get rid of me you will go back to being nothing."

Ouch. That's why the face looked familiar. Dorian looks back out into the crowd, now realizing the perfectly still figures were all people they knew And sure enough among them was Douglas. Masked, but undeniable.

"You...why is he here...?" His voice is a whisper. "Did...you make him?"

Karver follows Dorian's gaze and is silent for a moment. "...He was brilliant. And talented. He would have done amazing things. Then because of you, all that was taken away. This is more evidence. All you do is break things. You were a runt of a child and have grown into a failure of a man. Once replaced, maybe this body will be put to use."

"I...That was NOT my fault." A strange new fire he'd never felt rose in his stomach. "I am TRYING. And yes. I fuck up. But that is part of living. I'm...I'm going to swt things right. I'm going to survive. They're going to help me find my cure, and you will be such a forgotten memory even I won't remember your putrid name."

Karver is silent for a long while, studying Dorian closely. He seems to come to some sort of decision and sighs closely before stepping very close to him. "I want it known...I offered peace. And from here on out you will be treated as a tumor. And I am going to have you cut. Out. Dorian Rathmore. I tried being civil."

Without warning, his teeth were in Dorian's neck. Pain shot through him and he could feel blood dripping down Karver's mouth.

He sat upright suddenly. And a smile spread across Karver's face. After penning a letter and having it sent to the inn, he set off With newfound purpose and a new deal to make.

[imastrangeone98]

Ancient Traditions

(A/N: well shit. Looks like it’s another Mando one shot! A commission by @lililemondesuyo for something anything gladiator au and this is what you get XD I know how you work buddy!! You’re always sending me spicy ideas XD)

WARNING: gladiator au - mentioned violence, not much tho. Sexy times ahead! Also some horrifically inaccurate history info on gladiators; I'll do the best I can with what info I can get from Wikipedia. I tried to make it sound a little more old timey, but it probably just came out weird XD

Mandalorian tag list: @kateb013

Din began to realize that he would never truly be able to wash all the blood out of his armor.

The banquet being hosted in his honor still raged outside in the Pit, but he remained in his cell, adamant on sharpening his gladius for the upcoming battles that he would surely face come morning.

Who would it be this time? He always dreaded the younger ones, the freshly arrived slaves, the tender-hearted prisoners who only seeked to return to whatever it was that they had before they lost it all.

Ordinarii like himself hardly had anyone left to call family. The most kinship they could feel was with each other- all of them orphans of family and country, tools for the Roman Empire's cruel amusement.

He wanted no part of it. But of course, as with all lives of slaves, what choice did he have?

A loud knock on his wooden cell door rudely interrupted his peaceful silence. It was pushed open, revealing the one person Din was hoping he wouldn't have to see that night.

Aelius. The editor. His master. For a man whose name meant "sun," he certainly didn't behave like one.

Except today. He had a bright smile on his face, and in his hands was a heavy chain.

...Shit.

"Ah, Din! My most valuable samnite! I am so pleased you are here!" he said.

Says the one who put me here, the gladiator thought bitterly. Samnite, retiarius, beastiarius... the names all meant the same thing.

Slave.

"As it is your final day as a gladiator, provided you win your final matches tomorrow..." He tugged the chain, and to Din's shock, a young woman with a heavy collar around her neck stumbled into the room. "I have a present for you! Consider it a retirement gift from an old friend." He patted her shoulder; Din could tell from the tightness in her muscles that she was fighting hard not to flinch. "Have fun~" And with that, he slammed the door on them, being sure to slide the lock firmly in place.

For a moment, neither side made a move.

Din studied her. She wasn't as young as he initially predicted: soft creases around her eyes spoke of torment and suffering; her body was hunched in on itself, clearly terrified beyond imagination. The rags on her body could barely be considered clothing, and her neck was chafed raw from the metal chains that bound it.

She was scared of him. For some odd reason, it made him sad.

"Who are you?" he finally asked, hoping to ease the uneasy tension in the room.

The woman flinched, but quickly regained herself. "I..." She swallowed hard. "I'm your... entertainment."

A shudder ran through him. His master owned sex slaves. He wasn't surprised, but it didn't make it any easier to process.

"I don't mean that," he said gently. "Your name? What is your name?"

She was silent for a while. Then in a quiet voice, she said, "Kyla. My name is Kyla."

"My name is Din." He gestured around his small cell. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable. I'm afraid this is about all I have."

"...Thank you." She carefully sat on the edge of his ragged cot, silently observing as he went back to sharpening his gladius.

Some time had passed, and his sword was about as sharp as he could make it. He moved on to polishing his shield.

"You didn't touch me."

He looked up. "I'm sorry?"

She gazed at him, soft eyes wide with an emotion he couldn't explain. "You didn't come near me. Others would have."

"You... were given to others?"

She shook her head. "No. Before this, I..." She quickly glanced around the room, sparing a few seconds at the door, before turning back to him. "I was from a place called England. I was a healer. When the empire invaded my town, I was put into slavery. Master Aelius bought me, and I was brought here."

Din had heard from some former soldiers that the empire had a plan ready to conquer a distant island.

So she's a victim too...

"...I came from a desert," he murmured, setting down his shield and moving to sit beside her. "My family was brought here against their will. I never saw them again. When I was young, I was sold here. I've been a gladiator ever since."

Slowly, Kyla reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm really sorry."

"Don't be." He shrugged, as if he didn't have nightmares about it every time he went to sleep. "It's no one's fault but the empire's. Hopefully, by tomorrow, I'll be free of it all."

She leaned towards him. "You're ready to leave?"

"Yes. My retirement is at hand. I just need to deal with my fights for tomorrow, and I'll be free." He sighed, ran a hand through his messy hair. "Unless I die. But even that could be considered a blessing."

"I don't think so," she mused. "Not when you're so close to freedom. I've heard rumors about you, that you're the best in the empire. You're strong; I'm sure you can make it."

"And then what?" He was tired, so goddamn tired. "I have nothing, no one to return to. My country may as well be a dream, for all I can remember about it. And all of my friends are dead, or will be soon."

The tension had returned. Din didn't really know what to do to make it go away, and he wasn't sure if it would happen anytime soon.

See, this is why I like to be alone, he thought. You can't ruin conversations with nice people if you just avoid them outright.

A warm hand covered his. He flinched, only to find himself unable to pull away. On instinct, his body leaned into her warmth.

"I'm sorry," she said, her eyes soft with sincerity. "I wish we met under different circumstances. Maybe..." She scratched her head. In the candlelight of his cell, her face seemed awash in gold. "Maybe we could have been friends."

He stared at her, then at their entwined hands. He hadn't noticed how soft her skin was.

It hit him then. Aelius would want to make a spectacle out of him on his last day as a fighter. No doubt he would send the worst of the worst after him, all in the hopes of either providing a fantastic spectacle or a fantastic death. No matter how popular he was with the audience, if he didn't put on a good show, he was dead.

...The thought brought something out of him. Something he hadn't felt in years.

Want. The urge to leave behind something, anything, that would remind others that he had existed, that he had walked this earth, that he had a story and a name.

He squeezed Kyla's hand. "Perhaps."

They stared at each other. She reached out to brush back a lock of dark hair from his face. "You seem to be thinking of something."

"Yes." With a turn of his head, his lips were pressed to her palm.

"May I ask what about?" Her voice had dropped to a soft whisper, one meant for a lover.

"That I'll most likely die tomorrow," he said, reaching out to cup her cheek. "I... I want to leave evidence behind. Evidence that I existed."

Neither of them seemed to notice that as they spoke, their bodies were slowly drawn together, magnets to a pole.

"And how would you do that?" she murmured, with a voice as soothing as silk.

"You." He scooped her up and sat her on his lap. The size difference between them was noticeable, even like this. "I'll rough up that pretty neck of yours till sunrise."

She smiled at him, dragging her thumb across his cheek in small circles. "Well then, why don't you?"

A snarl tore itself from his throat, and without hesitation, he sunk his teeth into her skin, relishing the sweet gasp that escaped her lips. Indulgently licking at the marks, he adjusted them both so they laid on the cot, his body draped over hers as his hands leisurely explored her.

"Gods... look at you," he praised, his calloused hands leaving goosebumps along the path they took on her soft skin. "If anything could come close to perfection, it's you."

"Oh, hush." She playfully swatted him. "Don't anger the gods. Besides, have you even looked at yourself?"

"Gods know I don't have the time for such things." He ripped off the ragged sack of a dress and palmed her breasts, rolling a hard nipple between his digits, before skimming down to her slick cunt. "Youre so tiny..."

"Don't..." She gasped, fingers clenched tight around his threadbare blanket as he circled her clit with his index. "Don't tease!"

"Alright," he consented, slipping his finger inside her, stroking and savoring the feeling of her velvety walls. "Is this more to your liking?"

Out of her mouth tumbled the sweetest moan he had ever heard in his life. "There... Right there!"

He hummed. "Here?" With another finger added, he began to curl them inward, hungry for more of her noises.

And was rewarded with a loud, guttural cry. Her hips jerked upwards, and what could only be cum pushed out of her, coating his fingers, his wrists, his thighs. Out of curiosity, he brought his drenched hand to his lips, and began to lick the delectable nectar off his skin.

Kyla groaned, and buried her face in the side of his pillow. Her cheeks were flushed a bright red, and her eyes shone with unshed tears.

"Are you alright?" he asked, rubbing her knee. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, not at all." She wiped the tears away and smiled at him. "It just... it felt so good."

Din couldn't stop the shit-eating grin from making an appearance, even if he wanted to. "Good."

After stroking her now stretched out hole, he withdrew his hand, much to her vocal displeasure. "Don't whine. I'll give you something better." As he spoke, he removed his pants, allowing his cock to spring free from its confines.

"Din, wait..."

He froze. "Yes?"

"Will you...?" She blushed, turning away from him briefly before looking back at him, eyes filled with what appeared to be... shame? "Will you be gentle? I... I haven't done this... before..."

He remembered; she was recently bought. He rubbed her thigh. "Of course. If it hurts, don't be afraid to tell me."

With that, and giving himself a few generous pumps, he lined himself up and pressed in, as slowly as he dared, hissing at the sheer tightness.

"Fuck," he cursed, hands scrabbling to find a solid hold on her body before gripping on her hips. "Fuck." Shooting stars soared across his eyelids, and his hands clenched into fists beside her head. "Are... are you alright?"

"Yes..." She reached up to cup his face with her hands. Fuck, she was so fucking soft. "You feel so good."

Growling, Din leaned down to sink his teeth into the crook of her shoulder, savoring the taste of her skin. "Can I...?"

"Yes." Kyla rolled her hips, urging his cock to sink in deeper in her tight warmth. "Just like this."

He didn't need any more convincing. His body launched itself into a slow rhythm, and he fought to keep it that way, rather than simply pounding into her.

But gods, was it difficult. Every inch of his body fought to throw away his inhibitions, and just take her the way he wanted.

As if she had magically read his mind, she gripped the back of his neck and yanked him forward, lips brushing against his ear. "You said you'd rough me up till sunrise, didn't you?" She gave him a sly smirk and tightened her walls around him, squeezing his cock in a tight vise. "Go ahead."

A primal snarl rumbled out of his throat, and he pulled out, the obscenely wet slap that came out enough to send a rush of heat up his spine. With a firm grip, he flipped her onto her stomach and slid back in, relishing the long moan she released.

The slick sounds of skin meeting skin filled the tiny room. Din slammed into her, over and over, driven to the point of insanity by the sheer desire of seeing her ruined, her pretty face flushed such a deep red, small hands scrabbling for purchase on his pathetic cot.

"You like this?" he moaned, leaning down so his chest brushed against her back. "You like being used like this? You dirty girl." He slapped her ass, and watched it bounce. "You want me to rough you up? I'll fucking rough you up." He bit down on her shoulder and ramped up his pace, hips violently meeting hers, hands gripping her thighs so tightly there was doubt there'd be bruises in the morning.

"Yes...!" Kyla cried, tossing him a look over her shoulder. "Use me!"

"Good girl." He grinned, and attacked her neck, lips and teeth clashing in a winning battle against her soft skin, leaving dark red marks and love bites that would soon bloom into dark purple flowers come sunrise.

White began to dance around the edges of his vision. He bit his lip, urging himself to hold on a little longer, just a little more.

"Oh, Din..." she gasped, clenching the blankets. "I... I'm going to...!"

"Cum," he ordered. Leaning down, he gave a few indulgent licks into her mouth. "Cum for me."

And she did. Clenching around him with a vise-like grip, hot cum splashed his lower abdomen, leaked out of the tight seal of his cock in her cunt, dripped onto the filthy floor in small puddles.

Fuck, she was so tight... so wet...

His vision blurred, and he let out a hoarse roar as he came, pumping load after load of his cum deep inside her womb.

A soft sigh escaped his lips when he noticed some of the thick liquid mixing with hers, spilling out of the sides. Unable to resist, he caught a few drops with a finger and brought it up to his mouth, relishing the taste of what could only be the finest nectar in all of earth, hell, maybe even the heavens above.

Kyla dropped onto the bed, clearly exhausted. Din merely grunted while he pulled out, the wet squelch following his movement. More cum leaked out of her, soiling the blankets.

"That won't do." He ran a finger up her folds, nudging some of the fluid back inside her.

"What...?" she gasped out, eyes blown wide and incoherent.

"That. Won't. Do." Leaning down, he ran the tip of his tongue up and down her sweet-smelling slit, rubbing her thighs when she began to shiver. "You're a messy one. Got to keep it inside, understand?"

Trembling, she gazed up at him with those wide, beautiful eyes. For a moment, she reminding him of Venus, goddess of love and beauty.

No, he realized. She's even more beautiful than that.

"I... I don't know if I can keep up...!"

"Yes, you can." His tone was absolute. He leaned down to kiss her, and he nearly came once more at the softness, the fullness of her lips, at the way her tongue grazed against his, urging him to tangle them together in an erotic dance.

"I promised you sunrise," he growled into her ear, slowly licking the shell of it and watching her shake. "I'll give you sunrise."

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A/N: filthy. That's all I have to say on this; it's filthy XD

[cl-babydew]

20.) “I’ll protect you no matter what...even if it kills me.” Debbigail

This was requested by @cartoonromantic(Wattpad). This ones a bit short compared to the others, but I think it came out pretty good! This one may or may not seem familiar to you guys. This is an old fic I wrote on here, but I chose to rewrite it cuz the sentence fit well! Plus it needed a touch up! XD Hope you all enjoy!

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Why did this have to happen?...

Now of all days?!

Last thing the two teen ducks knew contained them walking to an ice cream parlor with Louie, Huey, Lena, and Violet. Of course now of all days he and Webby would be tied upside down in an abandoned house with the Beagle Boys. They just never had good timing, did they? He should really get them a watch or something, but that’s besides his worries at the moment.

Blood continued to rush to their heads as they swung 10 feet above sold concrete. He wasn’t entirely worried, not only did he have a warrior by his side, but normally these chums were easy to get past. Hint...normally. Today they seemed a bit off. Some might’ve assumed it was because they weren’t really sure which set of beagles were with them; the three silhouettes lingering in the shadows. Even knowing this knowledge, Dewey’s confidence did not falter.

“We got this, Webby! We’ll get loose and show these no good for nothing puppies who’s boss!” He spat, his grin growing to the point a few teeth could be seen. His hands began to squirm, the movements causing them to sway a bit more than they already were. The blue triplet’s tongue stuck out in concentration while his face was painted over with determination.

His struggling came to an abrupt halt as he felt a warm hand clutch onto his cold one, tightly at that. “Webby?” Before he could voice his worry, the reasoning behind her action stepped into the light. All the color that once filled his face, drained, causing him to look paler then normal.

These weren’t their ordinary Beagle Boys. The originals couldn’t even hold a candle to them. They stood basking in the light’s glare, smirking smugly with a look of hunger in their eyes. A hunger for blood. Their blood.

Dewey yelped, squeezing Webby’s sweaty hand back in response to earlier, “The Tumblebums!” It’s no wonder his best friend’s been so uncharacteristically quiet.

He gulped, bitting on the inside of his cheek, hoping to hold enough confidence for the both of them. It was easier said than done if he were being totally honest. But he couldn’t let fear override him, for Webbys sake! He wouldn’t. He’ll be strong for the both of them.

His thoughts were interrupted by an earthquake vibrating his back. He pried his eyes away from the silent beagles. Dewey tried his best to look over his shoulder at his best friend, failing from the angle she was facing. He stubbornly settled on looking at the back of her head, harshly fidgeting along with the rest of her jolts. Worry began to bubble in the pit of his stomach. This seemed all too familiar to him. She was having a panic attack. Oh no...Why here?! Why now?! This is bad, this is-

“Hahahahaheeeeeehaaa..”

His head whipped around to the spine crumbling sound, sending shivers throughout his body. The laughed pierced through him, and if he were feeling this shaken up by their laughs alone, he doesn’t want to imagine how bad it might be for Webby. The poor girl continued to shake and hyperventilate. Her breathing was sharp and staggering by the minute against his back. Gosh he hated this. He wanted to envelope her in his arms.

“Dang ropes! Curse these creepy clown wannabes!”

His teeth gritted against the other, his free hand’s fist gripping tightly as it begun to tingle. He’s pretty sure he was seething at this point; the pot in his belly being close to overflowing. Past his fury, deep down he wished the beagles decided to stay quiet, they were surprisingly less scary that way. He also wished they haven’t even ended up in this situation in the first place. Oh did that ice cream sound pretty good right about now, it would do wonders in cooling that flame of his down. Guess he’ll settle for the cool wind lightly bristling against his forehead, sweeping his now messed up zoosh. They were going to pay! For his hair, and for scarring his best friend. They picked with the wrong duck.

But before he did anything, he needed to think, and in order to think straight, he needed to calm down. Also easier said than done. The blue duck closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. In...out...in...out...in- One of his lids happened to peak; he held the breath he currently took. One of the creepy clowns were right in his face. He could’ve sworn they were standing 10 feet away from him two minutes ago! He bit on the inside of his cheek nervously; his own breaths threatening to frizzle. “No!” His eyes snapped closed once more.

“For Webby; think Dewey! Don’t let them get in your head! For Webby’s sake! Think like you never thunk before!” He chewed back a whimper, “Please...just this once, brain?”

He just needed to focus..yea. He took another breath, allowing him to focus on the girls breathing. Did...did she get worse?! How come he didn’t notice?! He’s literally tied against her, how- “DEWEY!” He screamed at himself. This was no time to panic. Allowing his thoughts to settle on Webby only seemed to make things worse.

The boy paused after a bit of silence. He didn’t feel any presence anymore. That was...strange. Swallowing down fear wanting to leak through, he took the leap, his eyes snapping open...no one was there.

“What?...”

The room’s silence filled with high pitched sobs. His ears perked up, knowing all too well where they were coming from. His beak’s frown fell further. He wanted to cry along with her, but he knew he couldn’t. He can’t! He was their only hope out of here...he grimaced...oh boy, they were going to die here.

He shook his head, which stopped as soon as it began, “Wait...” his thoughts started to scramble around, “Why were they sent here if all they were going to do was stare and leave?!” His anxiety shot up, keeping him at alert as he bit down on his bottom beak. He really hoped they were gone, and for a while. He needed to think of a way out of these ropes. How long have they been hanging upside- wait a minute...why did the room look up right again? Did they?...NOOOOO! Of course not! They most likely tapped everything to the ceiling to make it look like they were facing up right again so they would lose their insanity quicker and break.

“Jokes on them because-“ yea...yea thinking about that now...he’s stupid. Sadly huffing out much needed air -they must’ve set them up right-,Dewey finally concluded. But why? He truly didn’t care, all he wanted was to get out of here, and that they’ll do! Well...he’ll do.

Dewey glanced back over to the girl, she seemed to have calmed down... “Hey Webs?”...

No reply. Holding back his pulse, he repeated, wincing at his voice cracking. Betrayal...utter betrayal.

Still nothing from the girl. His heart dropped all the way down to his webbed feet. No no no no- “Webby!? Webby, are you okay?! Webs!”

He hated this! He hated this! He hated this! He couldn’t see her face! Was she even alive?! “Don’t think such things! Check to see if she’s breathing first, you idiot!”

The teen duck held his breath, relying on their connected backs to pick up on her breathing. It took a lot in him to focus and not fall into a complete spiral, but thankfully after a few beats of his own heart, he felt her back rise and fall soothingly compared to earlier. The smile that graced his beak seconds prior, faded, “She must’ve knocked herself out after that episode she was having.” He mumbled to no one in particular. At least she was resting now; she deserved it after what she just went through.

Dewey turned away from her sagging head, taking in a refreshing breath of cool air. The frown he’s been carrying formed into a determined quirk, eyebrows knitted. He spoke up into the night, hoping his soft and comforting voice would reach her even in her current state, “Don’t worry, Webs; I’ll get us both out of here, you’ll see. I’ll protect you no matter what...even if it kills me. Just rest up, okay? You can trust me. Oh and if you can hear me, happy birthday.”

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Who says that a oneshot needs to have a satisfying ending? Or that it needed to be long? >X3 Writing gives me too much power, I’m sorry! To calm your nerves tho, they did get back home safely, and Webby is fine! No one messes with Donald’s babies! XD Unless...ya know..you rather think on the darker side... Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! Bye!

[rebelwith0utacause]

re: triggers. I don’t think most people expect to live in a bubble but instead to curate a space on here. If people do tag triggers, they know it’s at least a bit safer for them to follow that blog. For me, it’s really dependent on the day, some days it’s an uncomfortable thing to look at triggers but other days it’s the difference between a panic attack. I’ve always viewed them as a courtesy, regardless of effectivity, the time used to tag is negligible to me but invaluable for someone else

I’m adding everything below the line because I think some people aren’t ready to read this but also don’t want to add tws because there are others who need to have the option to see it.

So I read your ask and decided to take a shower and get my thoughts somewhat together in order to get the best response out. Instead, my mind went a mile a minute in all directions, but that’s nothing new.

Let me preface this by saying I understand that not every trauma is the same, same as how not every person reacts or copes with trauma the same. This isn’t me trying to say that not everyone’s struggle isn’t valid, it’s just my way of reaching out, giving a helping hand and a bit of food for thought for coping.

I keep saying I was raised differently because it’s the truth, might be European but I definitely don’t share the same values as most Europeans (or the image the world has about Europe, which is basically the UK and France). Here things are done differently, tws are almost nonexistent, to an extent you’re considered a lesser human being if you have (so many) triggers, and I’m not saying that this is good. Compassion is rare and understanding even rarer, more often than not, we’re left to our own devices and we can either sink or swim.

But then you have western civilization that comes labeled and prepackaged, where everything is written in fine print, everything is valid, everything is marketed so well that you have no other choice but to believe the seller. I’ve also had the opportunity to experience this, so I know a fair share of how this machinery works too.

I’m always trying to find a balance between the two, because it’s not the Dark Ages, but life also isn’t meant to be so sterile (or portrayed as sterile but I’ll get to that later). And this is where trigger warnings come into play.

We’ve all experienced trauma, either small or big. I won’t bore you with mine, but I can tell you that I’m not immune to triggers. It’s true that I seemingly don’t have them, and if you asked me a couple of hours ago I would’ve said that I don’t have them at all, but upon reflection, mine are just emotional and circumstantial. I don’t get a panic attack from words or images, but I might spiral down from a feeling that a situation might cause (like, say, a sudden right turn in a vehicle or as was the case a few days ago, feeling like my support system is being dismantled, I like my balance, alright?). These are all things I can’t help but fear, but I can learn to cope with them and lessen my reaction to them over time.

But enough about me, the whole reason I started questioning the tws in the first place was because of the overwhelming reaction people on the internet had of the prospect of Ashton’s video/song coming out. I’m talking people literally screaming ‘NO’ but also not wanting to be left out. And this makes me so sad, not because of Ashton or because his work might flop, but because they are missing the whole point of his song. Yes, it’s definitely his way of coping (I don’t buy that bs that it’s only about Harry, like... entering the industry at the fragile age of 18 can cause all sorts of trauma), but it’s also his way of helping other people cope, telling them that their struggle is valid but it can get better if you only allow yourself to get better. By putting a tw on it, it’s not reaching the people it’s supposed to reach, but also, the prospect of knowing that there’s a song about BD but not really hearing it is only leading your brain into thinking about BD, but without the educational guidance the song would provide. I hope I’m making sense here, like you’ll just overthink and reopen old wounds, which will lead you to feel worse about yourself. You can’t unlearn this information, same as how you can’t put a tw on the news that Ashton is releasing a new song.  

I made the parallel between the civilizations because my brain went on a different tangent that may or may not be related to coping mechanisms. Whenever I’m made aware of the difference between both worlds I can’t help but think of The Time Machine by H. G. Wells. Definitely a good read (if you haven’t read it already), but my focus was on the Eloi as a concept. It’s alarming how it translates to modern-day society. For reference, the Eloi were descendants of humans, a species that evolved from (what I gathered as) first-world society, and to fit my narrative, I’m gonna say Western civilization. They had access to everything because of their wealth, from education to food to leisure activities, but they always chose the shorter path or should I say the easier path. They chose to be sheltered from the growingly disproportionate world around them, to the point where they were living under the illusion that everything is alright and they could roam free as long as the sun was shining. They were also scared shitless of the dark because that’s when the Morlocks came out of their tunnels and preyed upon them. Morlocks were another descendant of humans, evolving from the working class and the poor which were pushed to live in the tunnels to cater to the needs of the Eloi.

Now take my short recap as the Eloi being people with trauma and the Morlocks being the trauma itself. Is living in constant fear of the dark really what you want? Or is that something society tells you is okay because there’s nothing you can do about it, so you should stay that way? And what exactly does society get out of telling you that trauma is irreparable? 

This is what I meant by the world being portrayed as too sterile. It just can’t be, we’re not the ones who decide what’s gonna happen, so we shouldn’t be disillusioned that it’s up to us. Tws are there to help you in the moment, but they aren’t a coping mechanism. They’re just a veil we put over things to make them look blurry and to give them a less scary filter so that we can forget they exist. 

And this is what I meant when I said that not every trauma is the same. It comes in different degrees, but it also comes from different irritants. Not everything is because the world was mean to us, sometimes we were mean to ourselves, and we need to learn to love ourselves in order to cope. This is where, in my opinion, tws are counterproductive. Turning a blind eye on what we do to ourselves and romanticizing trauma and martyrdom is only gonna make it worse. 

Before people say I’ve gone crazy in saying this, let me just remind you that I lived through emo szn (I only caught the ends of it, it was mostly the era of ppl born in the late 80s) where self-harm was the norm and trendy and as a person with too many issues with the image of me in my head, I found it appalling that people thought that having scars was helping them. Like... reading fanfics back then, they were FILLED with mentions of self-harm. Say what you will but pop-punk/emo as a genre helped kids feel more understood, but it also popularised physical pain as a way of dealing with trauma, no matter the degree or the outcome.

There’s a prevalent theme in every generation, I think there might be a science behind it all, but it’s almost like there’s depression lurking in the background, but there’s a trend every 5-10 years or so in how we choose to manifest it; self-harm, EDs, drugs, alcohol, adrenaline, violence. Understanding this might help us understand that there’s a root to our trauma, and if we manage to kill it off, we might defeat it. But by adding tws, we’ll never get to this conclusion. We’ll just let society run us over and let us feel like shit.

Did any of this make any sense? Probably not. I’ve been writing this for a few hours now. 

My main advice is to get to know ourselves, to learn what really makes us tick. Introspection can help in finding out which trauma we can deal with, and which one needs to be left on the back burner for a bit. The lesser ones we can cope with one step at a time, until we’re out of the prangs of fear, and we can look back and say “I used to be scared of you, but I no longer am. You hurt me, but you no longer do.” 

Please think twice before relying on a tw. 

As for my blog, I don’t think I’ll tag too many tws, not because I don’t care about your wellbeing, but because I am not an organized person no matter how much I try to be. I also try to steer clear from things that might generally be considered triggering, but you’ll have to believe in my judgment of what’s acceptable or not. If that’s not something you can do, I totally understand if you unfollow me. 

Last piece of advice coming from a person that was just another cog in the marketing industry: Don’t fall for everything that’s been sold to you. You don’t have to do anything online. Something you saw on a blog makes you feel bad? Unfollow it. An event you read about in the news is triggering? Shut your computer down. A social media platform is making you feel like shit because the users are shit? Deactivate asap. Remember that information comes to you in binary code, and at the end of the day, that’s how you should treat everything that you consume online, even tho I might be a person on my side of the screen. Life is much more spicier and colorful when you’re out there in the real world, don’t let the overload of information coming from the virtual world stop you from feeling alive.