#so i imagine he'd actively keep in shape

[barbru]

Captain's warm-up

[thefoxtherapist]

I need you to imagine jiyan with a sweet tooth.

He isn't allowed to eat them because he has to keep in shape as a general but he cannot help but end up ruining his diet whenever he gets a short break.

I can imagine jiyan being guilty for sneaking away at night so he could buy some sweets. The soldiers don't even question it anymore.

If the general is gone it means he had cravings yet again lol

Jiyan is so real for that. But I also want to add that our bodies NEED glucose to survive and manage. We also know he skips meals and forgets to eat.

Poor Doctor Jiyan over there keeps getting sweet cravings because his body needs the sugar. One of those "Not on the mind so not something I'm going to actively remember." Medical tidbits. (This is why someone may get sweet cravings from time to time, sugar is very important to the human body!)

Jiyan looked around as he unwrapped the sweet candy, popping it into his mouth. He hid the wrapper within his pocket, looking around with wide golden eyes as if he'd just done the most horrendous thing possible.

"It's just candy, Jiyan, no need to be ashamed."

The General turned quickly, wide eyes quickly narrowing back to normal in an attempt to hide a self imposed guilt. You laughed at his face, with the round candy clear visible against the side of his cheek, causing his skin to puff out cutely.

You pulled your lollipop from your mouth, pointing it at your overworked General. "Enjoy your desserts but don't forget a vegetable. It's all about balance, right, doc?" He nodded slowly, unable to speak with the candy in his mouth.

Busted...

[thistlerock]

Okay thinking about the bad kids' body types and physical capabilities, idk. They all start out as relatively scrawny teenagers (except for Fabian who is ripped from the beginning), some more athletic than others, but I do think all of them fill out as they get older. You can't be running around fighting and adventuring without being pretty fit.

Riz and Fabian both having maxed out dexterity is interesting to think about for me because it presents itself so vastly different. Riz has negative strength until the end, the only reason you can see his muscle is because he's so worryingly teenage boy skinny. It's not like he doesn't eat enough (though he does forget to eat or substitute coffee for breakfast a LOT) he's just kind of like that. I think Goblins are naturally built very, like, thin and wiry? The only thing I can compare this to is hey what do you picture a typical cat like. But Riz is like extra skinny and it's only a little concerning. With all the running around he does he's got surprisingly good stamina, though. He's very nimble and flexible, light and stealthy and can squeeze himself into tight spaces easily.

Fabian, with the same dex modifier, is less that. He's a dancer so he is absolutely graceful and flexible and stuff but not to this extend. Too much muscle. With how this guy is built he just couldn't possibly do certain things Riz can, mainly relating to reaching behind his back. But since he actually has decent strength his movements also have more power behind them, are more explosive. I also see this as like wow he trains core strength he's a dancer dancers are BUILT vs Riz who is really just trying to do things quickly and also quietly and also contort his body into shapes. Riz in melee combat relies entirely on technique and hitting the right spots, which Fabian does too but a lot of it is also just that it hurts if a buff dude rams a metal rod at you.

I think if the bad kids sparred or trained together these two would maybe gravitate towards each other when stretching? Not the same at all but certainly the most similar routines. Riz pokes funn at Fabian for his comparative inflexibility and Fabian pokes fun at Riz for genuinely being incapable of doing planks or push ups etc because you do not understand with -2 strength he CANNOT support his own weight like that he just can't.

In my mind Fabian's warm ups and work outs are largely what I did when I was still actively doing ballet and martial arts so it's very vivid in my mind but I don't think I can type it out. Just know that that's what he does.

Anyway Gorgug's work outs would be insane but I don't actually think he does them as intensively as Fabian or later on Kristen. I think orcish heritage just naturally makes you very strong and he only trains a little to keep it up. He mostly focuses on music and tinkering in his free time, but he definitely drags around heavy parts for his parents. Also using the heavy metal axe in general is probably a work out in itself, lol.

I don't think he ever gets like, square shaped buff like Ragh. Typical orc. He's also not,,,triangle shaped like Fabian. But I also don't necessarily agree with his junior year design still being as skinny as his freshman year one? Idk. He definitely starts out as the lanky, awkward much too tall fifteen year old but I think he grows into some muscle. He'd have a little broader shoulders, a little more refined muscle. Just a bit. He doesn't have abs or anything, though. Or well you can't see it without him tensing his muscles and holding his breath.

Still, if he's actually, idk, doing reps? they're insane. Ragh keeps up with that and probably happily declares himself Gorgug's work out buddy but no one else wants to touch what Gorgug lifts with a ten foot pole. Not that they could lift it if they tried. I'm imagining since Elmville is the home of Augeford Adventuring academy they'd also maybe have a specialised adventuring gym? Where normal people definitely can't go but martial classes can actually train effectively without having to wander off into the wilderness and do crazy parkour, or lift boulders or something.

Gorgug is particular about stretching because his parents definitely raised him to be careful and responsible when it comes to strenuous activity. He does warm ups and cool downs and stuff every time, even when sparring. Maybe especially when sparring? He is also always reminding his friends to do it because they (minus Adaine) are sometimes too over eager to start jumping each other, and he cares about them lots and doesn't want them to hurt themselves.

Enter Kristen. My god. Kristen. Kristen remembers that she should stretch and then doesn't do it and then pulls something. And then she heals herself and does the same mistake next time. For the party healer and medicine expert she is truly so, just, she's Kristen. Gorgug is very concerned.

It's been established that she started working out building up to junior year, so yeah she goes to the gym. Maybe she takes Adaine with her occasionally. Full casters aren't as particular about the physical attributes as martials but Kristen's a cleric she'll still hit you with her staff (and wears medium armor in theory) so it totally checks out that she's buff. Aside from her horrible lack of warmup I don't have much to say about her, though. She's stronger than the average person but it's not crazy like Gorgug so I don't think anything else is super notable?

I do think Adaine and Kristen work out together after sophomore year :) They have the same modifier (+2) but Kristen's actual score is one point higher than Adaine's (15 vs 14) which I think is neat. It's not a super notable difference but Kristen goes to the gym more actively and is a little stronger, and I do think with Adaine it's more magic flowing through her than actual muscle like with Kristen. Kinda reflected in how Adaine's score got that high in the first place. And of course how, Kristen is drawn pretty muscular in junior year while Adaine still is pretty slim. But yeah this isn't like, super crazy. I rambled about Adaine's strength a little before, I guess.

Theres also Fig. Aside from Riz who is almost comically weak Fig is the physically weakest of the Bad Kids. Her modifier is +0 but her actual score is 11, which means she is just slightly stronger than the average common person but not to the point it makes a difference. I think that's kinda cool if you think about it like, oh, yeah she's an adventurer and she swings around her base she's got a little muscle she's fit, but it's not notable in adventurer terms.

She's so spell heavy (cause, well, she's a pure fullcaster for most of it lol) for most of her time at Augeford so I don't imagine she physically spars with the others. Except, well, she did attend barbarian classes. A lot. Without being able to rage. I like to think she was running around and hyping people up and being hyper but not actually physically participating much? When she starts taking the paladin levels you'd think she starts physical drills but hey, don't try to put her in a box. Fig is unconventional if nothing else. She doesn't need to be that strong to smash her bass over people's heads, just strong enough. Lol.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Regarding the tags you left on my last piece, I totally see Price sitting on Nik's lap now, and I'm 1000% imagining Nik's hands being on Price's ass and thighs 👉​👈​ I just feel like Nik is a very grabby kind of guy in general :3c

Thank you for the kind tags you always leave on my art btw !! Always makes me super happy <3

It's a good lap. Price should absolutely occupy it as often as possible. One (1) grabby Nik comin' right up.

cw: kissing, groping, grinding, Nik is Price-sexual. I put the sexiness under the cut so you can opt in if you're feeling it. Much love, Nekro.

Price felt Nik's growl beneath his lips as two large hands slapped against his arse and squeezed. A litany of low Russian tumbled out next, and Price licked up to the hinge of Nik's jaw as if to follow the path of the words to his tongue. "U tebya khoroshaya tolstaya zadnitsa..."

They were both freshly showered, Price in a fresh pair of boxers and Nik in the grey sweats that slouched low on his hips and let plenty push through the soft fabric as he walked, rolling from side to side between his thighs. Dia-fuckin'-bolical.

It had taken only a glimpse of Price's hungry gaze for Nik to grab him by the hips and pull him onto the large hotel bed to straddle his lap. Nik liked to run his hands over Price's body, savouring his masculinity, his hairiness, the way his muscles moved under his skin and his body reacted to touch. He'd work them both up and Price got to reap the rewards.

Price savoured the feel of stubble against his lips, his tongue, as he devoured Nik's neck, fisting a handful of damp black hair to keep his conquered ground surrendered to him. Strong hands continued to knead his backside, palms tucking beneath the curves of each cheek and then working their say up to the top to admire the shape. It felt nice through the cotton of his boxers, Nik's fingertips alternating between a stroke and a massage, and Price's body, already flushed from the heat of the shower, warmed with arousal.

"You are a masterpiece, solnyshko," Nik growled as Price licked into the shell of his ear, sucked on the lobe, before returning to the hinge of his jaw. Price pressed forward to feel the firm, solid line of Nik's body against his and moaned softly. There was a little give, a little plush; Nik was built like a powerlifter, not a model, thank fuck. Made for strength, endurance, explosive power; beneath the padding was hard muscle, his shoulders and biceps bouldered out and pronounced beneath Price's hands, his back broad enough to carry a damn ox. He was one to talk about bloody masterpieces, walking around like this.

Price groaned again as he rubbed into the thick hair on Nik's chest, and Nik's fingers wandered between his thighs, Nik's spreading wider so that Price's knees were pushed further open with them. Two fingers pushed down Price's perineum, massaging back and forth with a perfect pressure. "Mmph, fuck, Nik, that's..."

"Good?"

"Yeah..."

"In Taoism, this is called the Hui Yin, or the gate to life and death."

"Uh huh," Price said, amused. Of course Nik had some hidden mystic sex knowledge. Why wouldn't he? It was Nik. Truly nothing that came out of his mouth surprised Price these days, but damn did it all sound fuckin' good.

Nik's voice was low, husky, and it vibrated through Price's own chest, curling around his heart like a physical force to make it ache. It was love, wasn't it? The sound of Nik's voice, the feel of his hands, it made Price ache with love and want. "Tell me more, Nik. Keep talkin'." And keep touchin' me, fuckin hell.

"I was told that martial arts students would pay their instructors a small fortune to activate this point, release their energies, essential life forces." Nik pushed up with the hand beneath Price's arse, urging him to lean his weight forward, to relax.

"Hurr, can't think of anythin' more uncomfortable 'n some old monk rubbin' between my legs..."

"He would do it from the inside too."

"Oh, grand. Even worse." Price ground forward a little, pushing his hard prick, pinned down to the side by his boxers, into the plush of Nik's belly as the well of pleasure in his hips began to grow. Nik continued to enjoy the curve of one arse cheek, squeezing it against his palm, his other hand still working leisurely at the spot behind Price's balls.

"I would train you to have a full body experience when you orgasm. I imagine you would look and sound... beautiful. But you are too impatient."

Price's ears reddened. Nik was the only person in the world that called Price's craggy, asymmetrical self 'beautiful', and it made him feel all sorts of... funny. Good funny. "'Ave yer looked in the mirror to see what I have t' work with? You'd be impatient t--hng.. ahh, Nik." It may be on the outside, but Nik knew what he was doing, pressing up just so in focused passes. It was sweet torture, the need for release building with no outlet, the pleasure of it blooming through Price's back, down his thighs.

"You are healthy, young, vigorous, your body is... a work of art. It would be a powerful experience."

"Unf," Price replaced, clinging on for dear fucking life as he fought the desire to hump Nik's body like a rutting hound. He tilted his hips forward and buried his face against Nik's shoulder, soft, tight pants blustering over Nik's neck. "Nik, I need..."

"I know, soon, relax and focus on the feeling, not the end."

"Cruel bastard," Price said, trying not to whine but bloody hell it was hard. "Please tell me yer brought lube."

"I always provide you with a full service, no?"

"Hollow points, exfil and lube, ha.. oh, oh, fuck, Nik, c'mon, please..."

"Hm," he slapped Price's arse and flicked his chin at his duffel bag. Price practically threw himself across the bed to rifle through it, while Nik shucked off his sweats and lounged, gloriously naked and unhurried, against the pillows. When Price looked back, his mouth went dry at the sight of him, thick cock hard against his belly, arms folded behind his head expectantly.

"You worked me up so you could be a pillow princess, you jammy git."

"Da," Nik admitted with a wry little smirk. "You are young, fit... I am old man, tired..."

"Oh yeah, knackered, clearly," Price grumbled, crawling back up the bed and kicking his boxers off as he went. Nik's body was clearly anything but tired. Price pushed the lube into Nik's chest as he climbed back into his lap and Nik took the hint, flicking the cap off with his thumb before taking his sweet time to enjoy the preparation as Price licked into his mouth.

When Price finally got what he wanted, those big hands on his hips, that beast of a prick inside him, the orgasm was out of this world. Whited vision, curled up with the intensity, throat raw; the works. Maybe there was something to that Taoist shit after all.

[legobiwan]

"What if Stanley somehow manages to destroy the portal just like he destroyed my perpetual motion machine?"

Holy shit, Stanford, you just spent the last few pages of your Journal outlining in horrifying detail how Bill took your body on a criminal joyride and forced you to forget your own name while pulling your bones from their very sockets in a hallucinatory nightmare void. You woke up weeping on your living room floor.

And yet, you have the absolute fucking gall to be concerned your brother, if you summon him to Gravity Falls, might destroy the Portal???? You mean the one piece of leverage you have over Bill? The main reason he's stalking you? The machine that will literally end the world if activated?

Between this, Ford refusing to burn his journals, and the fact he fully intends on continuing his work on the Portal once he's solved the Bill problem -

This is the picture of a man at the apex of both megalomania and a mental breakdown.

Could you imagine if Ford had found a way to beat back Bill and keep the Portal? Just how much would his ego have inflated even more? (Probably large enough that he wouldn't fit out the door). I feel like it's a timeline where Ford becomes the Big Bad, not because of Bill (well, a little bit because of Bill), but because he sees himself as transcending godhood and what little is left of his moral compass he casts into a black hole. ("He may be a god, but I am scientist.")

The juxtaposition between this and Stan's sacrifice during Weirdmageddon is insane. Ford, who steadfastly refused to give up his life's work to save world and Stan, who gave up everything he was to save the world. There's got to be a part of Stan that reads these pages and wonders just who his brother is, when he turned unto a supervillain, and if it would ever happen again. Stan may not want to acknowledge it, but deep down, I think he's legitimately pissed at Ford for being such narcissistic bonehead. I think it is something that haunts him in the odd hours of the night, his brother sleeping soundly in the bunk next to him on the Stan O'War II while Stan ponders if he's sharing quarters with Lex Luthor. You could have ended it, Poindexter. You could have ended so long ago.

The past is the past and as his mother would say, you can't unshit a turd. (Something Stan has more experience with than he'd like, regret trailing him his whole life like a vengeful shadow). Ford is here now, they're alive, the bastard triangle is gone. But God, does he want to sit his brother down, tie him to a chair, and scream at him, to shake him and demand to know just what hell he had been thinking, why he had allowed himself to become this kind of...this kind of monster.

Stan will never, ever do this. He has his brother, has his awkward affection, has almost everything he's ever wanted. The answers are not worth it. (In Stan's experience, the answers are almost never worth it.)

And as for Ford? Somewhere in his subconscious, a shrill, too-familiar voice likes to remind him of who he is and what he can still become. The same grating voice that tells him they're not so different, after all, that there's still time, there's always time to fix the past, to create the future. You're a scientist, after all. You're more than a god.

That's the voice Ford papers over with contrition, with guilt and self-abnegation and a near-manic dedication to the small boat bobbing along in the Arctic, not even holding a speck of relevance compared to the vast and might ocean, forget to the multiverse at large. That's the voice Ford drinks away in secret on the worst nights, the one that tells him a stone statue in the forest is as much him as it is the monster whose shape it embodies.

[vinbitism]

(making grabby hands) vinny headcanons .... if u have any ur itching to share i wanna think about him

I have so many thoughts about him but putting them into words is so difficult so please forgive me these are really self indulgent ... if you want specific scenarios just ask bc I will write for anything. like vinvan or vinbit things or just Vinnie by himself bc when it comes to hcs I always forget what I wanna say bc I have so many and I get embarrassed of alot of them

Princeton Vinnie and his dog Molly probably used to go on walks on the time and she probably would try to follow him whenever he would be lead outside by slenderman. and I think after Vinnie disappeared Roger was left with Molly and he took care of her for him, he deff tried to call Vinnies family but no one would answer when he called.

Vinnie probably really likes to draw I think, he doesn't boast about it or show anyone he just kinda keeps it to himself, if not drawing maybe writing of some sort, something creative that he probably would get embarrassed of if someone found it, like poetry or something but idk if he's much a poetry guy. Maybe he's tried writing a few songs but gets embarrassed bc he doesn't actually know what he's doing

Vinnie definitely sings to himself alot or hums, he doesn't really think about it he just does it subconsciously. It's probably one of habit's favorite things about him, especially when Vinnie can't stop humming songs habit plays.

Vinnie loves reading so much, I feel like he's willing to read anything and he would read those really weird monster romance books just bc he simply HAS to know what's happening. He's deff a Colleen Hoover hater tho trust

I like to imagine he wouldn't mind having his make up done, it would probably awake something in him and he'd have some sort of gender crisis (I think everyone around him would encourage him to explore himself and yes that includes Habit.) I personally like to imagine got to explore that with Lexi and he eventually confessed to Evan and they also got to explore that side of Vinnie together

Vinnie actually enjoys working out I think, but not too much. He likes to run and breathe in the fresh air. He probably begged habit to atleast get him a treadmill. He needs to do something and be active or he's gonna get really depressed which is just not great for him or habit.

Vinnie definitely loves little collectables so whenever habit brings home little trinkets he's thrilled. He rarely ever wants to know where habit got it from but if it's something Vinnie has been asking for he'll ask to which Habit will just zip his lips and act like it's a big secret

Vinnie bites his nails and probably has some trouble maintaining his hygiene and health and habit has to help him take care of himself bc Vinnie can get so lost in his own world that he'll forget he has needs too

Vinnie is probably a wine drinker or like a fruity alcohol drinker that dude hates beer or straight up liquor he can't do it, he needs it to be SWEET and it's really rare that he drinks too, he prefers to smoke weed probably

Probably trolls people online for fun sometimes idk when you have nothing to do in a house alone and habit forgot to turn the wifi off he definitely will go stir some shit up. Maybe he'll just play videogames but he likes to cause chaos. He also thinks all of his fans are IDIOTS so he probably thinks its funny to fuck w people

He probably was in theater or marching band in highschool and it really shaped who he is as a person

Vinnie canonically has premonitions and stuff but I think there's alot of shit he can do without realizing like if he gets really overwhelmed or something maybe a lightbulb will break or the tv channels/radio stations go to static and get really loud. And he will almost never notice too until his nose/eyes/ears start oozing with black sludge

probably did drag once or twice bc he lost a bet with jeff and Evan, or atleast had to cross dress bc they thought it'd be funny. IT WAS THE 2010S PEOPLE EVERYONE WAS LOSING BETS AND DOING DRAG

I literally couldn't think of what I wanted to put bc I know I have some really good ones but DAMN i can't think today!!!

[moonspirit]

just a small one but i like to imagine married Armin and Annie calling each other Mr and Mrs Ambassador or Mr and Mrs Commander as pet names

YES!

I'm actually a big fan of this idea and tbh it's canon to me lmao. I like to think Annie's the one who starts this, because for a while after the rumbling at least, Armin is not going to like being addressed as Commander by everybody he comes across. It's alien to him, a title passed on with sacrifice and spilled blood, a prestige he doesn't deserve, a responsibility he doubts he's worth carrying. He hates it. He actively winces every time he hears it.

And Annie isn't happy to see this. Times when he should be feeling confident and sure, he's weak and guilty instead. So she tells him in the only way she knows how - by trying to make him see that the thing that hurts is the thing that will make him stronger. "Head up, Commander. Your anxiety won't get us out of here," and "Come on, Commander, you have a plan, don't you?"

And Annie doesn't realize, but Armin thinks it doesn't sound so bad when she calls him that. Kinder, gentler, no lofty expectations in the syllables... just a reminder to not let the splinters in. And maybe... he can bear that.

But he hates Ambassador more. Because all these powerful leaders and seasoned politicians think he's the one that saved the world, when in fact, it's only a lie that could crush it all over again. They call him Ambassador! amid clamour and praise and he has to bite his cheeks until he can taste metal because he's always so close to just apologizing instead. His goddamned book, his goddamned dreams; if only he'd kept his mouth shut and eyes too, his brother wouldn't be six feet under damp earth and dirt. But Ambassador! they're calling and then complimenting his suit, he can only sit there and force a smile until the end of it.

And Annie doesn't like this either. She sees him there, signing his name over and over on expensive paper, but more than the aesthetics of a powerful man with powerful words, she sees the tremble of his fingers. She knows them even better; they trembled through the night in fear of failure until she held them tight enough to summon the stillness of sleep. Annie sees beyond the silk tie and the combed hair, a tired boy who misses home, forced into shoes so big he pretends to know how to walk in them every day. Annie sees - how much he hates Ambassador, in all its variations of form, shape, sound and colour.

So she tells him in the only other way she knows now - by whispering the unwanted syllables into his body until they don't feel so bad anymore. "You did well, Mr. Ambassador," and "Shirking your duties, Mr. Ambassador?" and it works - because he actually smiles, teeth and gums and all. What a relief, to see the tension ebb off his stiff shoulders and watch him put down his pen.

Annie doesn't realize, but Armin thinks, if she wasn't around to keep him sane, he would only have longed for hell and not much else.

[brandwhorestarscream]

I just had an insane idea lol. Imagine if D-16 was an infant cybermorph queen in the Sentinel sparkling au. Like what would happen when Galvatron found out that his precious baby got r word, I'd imagine he'd go batshit insane trying to unleash hell apon Sentinal lol. Bonus points if Alpha Trion somehow adopted the crew b4 the reunion with Galvatron happened. Both the papas gonna do everything they can to protect babes.

Ohhhhh my GOD i hadn't even CONSIDERED!!!!!

Holy shit you're so smart!

D-16 is incredibly young, they all are--infant cybermorph queens don't reach sexual maturity for hundreds or even thousands of years, and Dee is only about 30. Normally, it wouldn't even be possible for him to conceive. Despite he himself not knowing what he is, his instincts do. A lone, undefended morph with no hive in sight, surrounded by another species, chances of survival are slim.

Being without a cog actually probably saved him, keeping him in root (what the morphs call hideaway) mode and letting him seamlessly blend in and be safe. If he still had his cog and was aware of what he is, the stress of hiding and feeling isolated could've caused emergency drone egg production. Its happened before (the insectimorph queen and his Kiss of Death), but thankfully, Dee had companionship and love in droves thanks to his fellow miners. His body never felt the need to force him to make drones for his own protection, so his reproductive array remained dormant

Until, of course, they were stimulated for the first time by Sentinel. The Prime was extremely thorough, filled them up so full of transfluid the underdeveloped cybermorph systems went, "oh?? Egg time? Already? Egg? Eggs???" and the unfertilized gametes in his egg chambers slip into the womb being exposed to reproductive nanites. He's still very young and really isn't ready to be laying, but his body didn't get the memo. It's an extremely small clutch, probably 3-7.

When they arrive at the Grave, Dee is still incredibly sick, but he's so fever addled he's barely coherent. Alpha Trion manages to treat the worst of his symptoms, but he's still in bad shape. The egglings are sucking up more than he can give, and theyre overdue to be laid at this point. They crossed more than half of the planet’s vertical length to find Alpha Trion: they've been on the road for months. Fertilized eggs are supposed to do up to 95% of their fetal development outside of the womb, during which period they grow exponentially. Dee's been having horrible, stabbing cramping in his middle for weeks now, failed contractions as his body tries to release the ovomorphs. His whole abdomen feels pressurized, painfully tight and full as his organs are all pushed around while the eggs swell. He can't lay in hideaway mode, nor can his reproductive organs actually shift into place the way they're meant to without his transformation cog.

Alpha Trion, once revived, notices that D-16 hosts several infant sparks inside of him. And, worse, seems to be in active labor! The youngling doesn't even seem to realize what's happening to him. Alpha wastes no time, recognizing that he or the sparklings could die if his valve and array can't transform.

Without hesitation he takes a cog from one of his fallen siblings and slips it into his chassis. Orders the other three to stay back and not interfere, going to hurriedly get Dee spread out on the ground. The silver mech's huffing and moaning now, shaking like a leaf. "It'hurss..." He slurs. "It HURTS!"

Alpha Trion's seen sparklings delivered before, and has even helped some of his siblings deliver their demigods. He's not at all phased when the younging's lower half jerks, panels at his hips and pelvis transforming back with such speed it's little more than a blur. His valve is already spiraling open and gushing copious amounts of glowing pink fluid. These sparklings are coming now.

D-16 wails and cries out for, "PAX! Paaaax!" while sobbing hysterically because, "Wha's happen'ing? What's going'on? It hurts, make'itstooop!"

Despite the old Prime's warnings, Orion Pax scrambles right up to them, sliding in on his knees beside him, grabbing D-16's hand. "Dee! Dee, I'm- I'm here, d-don't worry, we'll-"

The silver mech SCREAMS and his back bows off the ground, heels scrabbling in the dirt--distantly, Orion's fingers crack and he yelps--as something huge and round breaches the rim of his valve. Bawling hysterically, he frantically strains, and with an enormous heave of effort the egg is free, plopping with a soft, wet noise to the cave floor.

D-16 goes limp and boneless, gasping for air and covered in condensation. His optics squint against the already meager light, then flicker shut a moment neck going limp. He cant help it, doesn't even feel it coming: suddenly exhaustion sinks it's jaws into him and he loses consciousness in a single moment.

"Oh, Primus..." Alpha Trion utters the name sounding haunted, staring down in horror at what is definitely not a newborn sparkling.

"Dee?" Orion hasn't even noticed, and is now gently shaking him. "Hey, D-Dee! C'mon, wake up! S-Say something! D-16! You have to-"

He's cut off, yelping as something wraps around his middle and yanks him off the ground and away from his friend. The cave floor zooms by, both his arms and legs are dangling, and he hears Elita go, "Hey! What-"

Alpha Trion's scooped up all three of them in 10 seconds flat, already sprinting away as quickly as he can. He forcefully carries the trio into the escape tunnels, turning around only to shoot at the ceiling and bring it down to block the entrance.

"Stop, stop!" Orion yells at him. "What're you doing?! We can't just leave him! Put me down, what are you-? What about D-16?!"

...

I've written too much and need to stop for now lol. Sorry we didn't get to Galvatron beating Sentinel's ass just yet, but I got inspired and just had to roll with it. I'm loving this!! Ya'll want more? Cuz i do. Lmk

[ofdarklands]

AGAIN! ▼ ✿ ☼

▼ - childhood headcanon

miqo'te spend less time in the womb and are born a bit less developed than hyur babies i think. they're fully blind and deaf, and smaller too. however after the first month when their ears and eyes open, they start speeding up and end up running and more importantly climbing much earlier. so if you of some other race last saw your pregnant miqo'te friend 7 months ago, you might be bit surprised to suddenly see her with what seems to be two or more 1(?) year olds trying to eat her ears and screaming. it is a fraught time. this is why miqo'te tend towards communal rearing

anyway varuna was very loud and mitr'a was very bitey, separately they scampered everywhere in all directions and it was a tiring time for all. they were very cute when they slept all piled up though

got a bit long:

✿ - Sex headcanon

a few, since i don't think i've spoken of this much outside of discord

his first time was with a woman much older than him. it was outside even the usual keeper norms, which are a bit looser for older women than men, but he considered it very educational and it did shape a lot of his ideas about the function sex and its norms served in keeper society. the woman herself just liked her men young and not too experienced. woe lady, guy who suddenly starts asking a lot of technical questions upon ye

people more than 10 years younger than him are mostly off the table. more than 15 is a No, unless they bring very special circumstances (like g'raha, who only looks that way). i imagine this mostly being a cultural thing, considering males don't know their own children. male keeper names tell you much about their lineage, but even so it's easier this way

as something like an aroace man (though he'd never use that label, assuming those even exist on hydaelyn) his approach to sex is more like it's a craft he's out to master than anything else: this is a thing that requires Skill and Knowledge and as a Keeper Man he's gonna be the Best At It. End Of. the real pleasure he gets out of it is that of a job well done and a happy 'customer' more than anything physical, though it is a nice enough activity. as such he doesn't really have many hard preferences, if any

60% of the reason he picked up tanking was for more accurate sex roleplay

☼ - appearance headcanon

while he's certainly not ugly by either miqo'te or hyur standards, what he'd consider his best feature is the precision of his movement. he's skilled at changing it according to the circumstances, which people respond to subconsciously very strongly. i imagine it doing a lot of lifting before sb in particular, which is when alphinaud kinda takes it upon himself to convince him to use these facial expressions things instead of just relying on his ears, tail, and body language. ugh

it's also a big part of how he keeps the identity game going. many miqo'te around with white hair, even if few quite so tall. none move like the warrior of light does, however. he has different body languages for his different personas as well

[the-lunar-wyrm]

Other date ideas relating to this post

Seeing how reactive the prison is to imagination when it's on a conscious level. The Fade DOES react to that kinda thing and this IS still the Fade. Rook maybe makes a rock in a very suspiciously phallic shape and Solas has to hold back from laughing. He'd hide it so good but there's this like tell he's hiding it. He looks away, he has a smile for half a second, something like that.

And like other "research" dates. Solas is a scholar and academic of sorts and is passionate about it. Tell me he wouldn't enjoy it.

Not a date idea per se, but a cut scene/conversation where it's like "alright we have to address the prison limitation" and that leads to a date activity

Specifically for Rooks with tattoos and scars! Rook and Solas looking at each other's scars and tattoos and swapping stories about them!! That shit is so intimate because of how deep some peoples tattoos are and every scar has a story that can vary wildly. Ugh love that (as someone with scars/tattoos also)

A bold one I might actually make a lil ficlet of my own for: field trip date. Yeah, Rook and Solas both know for keeping the peace they gotta put Solas back. But. Field trip. To where? Up to you, reader, but I do have thoughts.

Rivain or the Anderfels for being away from prying eyes. Treviso or Minrathous for the sights. Maybe not the Necropolis because it's hard to blend in there... unless you wanna sneak in, that can be fun all on its own tbh. Arlathan would also be neat. Or anywhere your lil heart wants to put these two for a night (and, if you go with a city, IMAGINE THE AFTERMATH IF THEY GET SPOTTED. THAT THERE IS SOME DRAMA)

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Been thinking about the Goldenheart/Nimona family dynamic, so here are some headcanons pertaining to the sillies as parents

While Nimona is functionally their adopted child in many ways, she also isn't. She's their sidekick, roommate, best friend, mentor, mentee, child, sibling, all rolled into one chaotic shape-shifting gremlin who lives in their house

I do think however that at some point, the family would adopt a child (besides Nimona) that they could actually raise

Based on what's seen in the show I imagine Ballister to be an orphan himself with a childhood very similar to that of Comic Ambrosius, this weird rambunctious little sad orphan kid who wants to prove himself more than anything. I think he would totally want to raise the family he never had and give it to a little orphan kid like him.

Ambrosius I think would want to raise a family as well, he radiates dad energy, but really wouldn't want anyone else to have to deal with the Legacy of Gloreth on their shoulders, so he'd want to adopt rather than try and father any biological children. Plus he sees his beloved husband in all those sweet little babies at the orphanage and by default that makes him love them so much.

We already know Nimona is good with kids. I feel like people don't bring that up because she's pretty alternative and in our society, liking kids is seen as somewhat trad (especially for a person with an even remotely feminine presentation) but it's obvious that she has a soft spot for them. She puts herself in danger just to comfort a little girl who was frightened, she is devastated by children's learned fear and hatred of her. Anyway what I'm saying is she would totally be like "ew, a child, keep it away" then proceed to be the absolute best uncle/aunt/sibling/godparent/mentor/friend imaginable. She would shapeshift into a little kid to play with them, or into animals like when she used to play with Gloreth. If they were adopted as an older child (not a baby) I think they'd glom to her first because she can make herself very physically non-threatening whereas two battle-scarred brick shithouses can't really do much to change how imposing they look besides trying to be as nice as possible.

I can imagine Ambrosius being a stay-at-home dad because while Ballister was actively extremely ambitious about his career, Ambrosius was just kind of shoved into it with no choice, and expected to be perfect. I can imagine him burning out and going like "Nope. Don't want that. Never wanted that, actually. I'm going to stay home and play Legos with my baby and the creature that lives in my house." Not to mention, while both the boys have dad energy, I think Ambrosius is more of an extrovert and would be less likely to get mentally burned out taking care of a little kid all day

One particular situation I like to imagine is them coming home from a date night after leaving Baby with Nimona and opening the door to see she's shapeshifted into one of them to calm the baby down. They are both screaming crying throwing up over how sweet it is before Nimona can try to explain themself away.

[fuctacles]

Making moves the nerd way

"Halloween" for @steddieholidaydrabbles Part II of the previous warm-up but can be read alone

G | 1k | no cw | almost getting together, slightly oblivious Eddie

next up

Eddie was sitting on the kitchen floor, painting empty pizza boxes while Steve was trying to focus on making dinner. Despite the newspapers spread around him, he managed to stain his surroundings with grey paint. 

“How much do you have left?”

"I'm making a graveyard, Steve, not a random burial site with three corpses. It would go faster if you helped me, you know?” 

“Well, do you want to eat? Because I can’t cook pasta and paint tombstones at the same time.”

Eddie grumbles something under his breath. 

“Point taken.”

So they resume their activities, a weird mixtape of Metallica, Queen and Tears for Fears playing in the background. 

“Okay, little Picasso, time to eat," Steve announces eventually.

"Don't call me like I'm a toddler," Eddie scolds him, but the fact that he's peeking over the table while on his knees, eyeing the plate put there, does nothing to help his statement.

Steve smirks at him, at the half-tied mop of hair surrounding his eyes over the counter.

"Wash your hands before eating. Kiddo."

"I'm older than you!" he protests but hops up anyway to do as he was told. It's good Steve reminded him though, he'd probably just throw himself at the spaghetti like a savage, paint stains or not.

They eat and discuss the acceptable damage to Harrington's lawn to prop up the gravestones. Eddie's devastated to hear he can't just put holes in the ground.

"We can prop them up with sticks. Or weigh them down with rocks. We'll figure something out," Steve shrugs and that placates him for the time being. He helps with the dishes but is quickly shooed back to his art station. Steve joins him later, with a hand in his hair.

"How is it going, baby?"

Eddie grumbles, not looking up.

"I know you mean it in like, a kid way, but maybe don't call me that?" he says, double-focusing on the cardboard in front of him.

"Okay, kid, sorry," Steve amends, petting his hair, and scratching his scalp gently. Pretends not to see Eddie fold under the treatment. "Does my little artist need help?"

"Your little artist has been asking for help for the past two days."

Steve snorts, detangling his fingers from the long hair.

"That's fair, sorry. I guess you wore me down," he says, sitting down. "What do I do?"

Eddie finally turns away from his work, considering him.

"You can paint them over," he decides, handing him the grave he's been working on. "I'll cut them up." He grabs a new pizza box for himself, the needed shape already drawn on it with a Sharpie. His scissors follow the outline slowly and jaggedly, struggling with the thick cardboard.

“How many do we need?” Steve asks, dipping the brush in paint. 

“At least ten. I don’t have stuff for more anyway, figures I can just make extra later when I have time and supplies.”

Steve looks around.

“We have like, three,” he observes.

“Well, chop chop then, my little helper.”

Steve sighs and gets to work. 

While he’s happy to indulge Eddie and help him out, he’s been imagining their evening together differently. Getting one-on-one time in their little traumatized family was a rare thing unless you're already an established couple. Or him and Robin, but that's because they work together. Needless to say, it was hard to make a move on someone. Even with something already brewing between them. 

“So, are we putting our enemies’ names on them?” he settles on learning more about Eddie instead. Hopes he doesn’t mind treating his graveyard project like a shared effort, that Steve says ‘we’ instead of ‘you’.

“Oh, I’m totally absolutely putting Vecna on one. Other than that I think I’ll keep them fantasy-themed. Maybe use all the NPCs my Party killed throughout the campaign. I think we’ve seen enough of that in real life.”

“You said it.” Steve mentally kicks himself in the ass. Just his luck to start a topic that goes straight into the trauma of their Upside Down past. How is he supposed to make a move now?

He shuts up and starts painting the cardboard more angrily while Freddie Mercury screams his lungs out in the background. He doesn’t notice when the cardboard cutting ceases. 

Not until their hands brush when they both reach for the paint. He looks up to see most of the boxes cut up and shaped, waiting for paint.

“My hand started to cramp from the scissors. And you looked so peaceful, I wanted to join you,” Eddie explains. Steve watches him bite at his bottom lip, mulling something over. “I’ve always liked working with someone on projects like that. Help out with school play scenography, make Halloween costumes with Wayne…” He shrugs, like it’s not a big deal, but the soft, genuine smile tells Steve otherwise. “So uh, thank you, for letting me do this here. For joining me, too.”

And Steve realizes this could be a date, too. He could make a move like this, on his kitchen floor, fingers stained with paint. 

“Of course. I have this weekend off, we could work together some more,” he offers. Then frowns at Eddie’s stunned expression. “What?”

“You want to spend your time off with me, playing with paint?”

“Well, I was hoping you have something more planned. We could work on our costumes, maybe?”

He’s alarmed when Eddie makes a pained noise.

“You’ll take Aragorn from me!”

“What?”

“We’ve been fighting over Lord of the Rings characters for Halloween costumes and if you join us there’s no way Henderson will let me keep him.”

“I don’t need to join in, I’d rather just help you with your costume.”

To this, Eddie turns suspicious.

“Why?” he squints.

“Eddie,” he sighs, staring fondly into his eyes, and grabs his wrist for good measure.

Eddie’s eyes go big like saucers when it hits him.

"Holy shit. Do you want to have a nerd date with me?”

Steve chuckles. 

“I guess I do.”

[off-color-darkrai]

Spooky Fun fact for you:

Did you know that In Disney's "Legend of Sleepy Hollow" there are TWO headless horsemen? Brom Bones, obviously, and the real one.

Don't believe me? Check this out!

So when animating all the characters in Legend of Sleepy Hollow, the Disney team made sure to animate each individual character as either Right or Left handed specifically.

Ichabod is consistently Right handed throughout the entire picture.

While Katrina van Tassel is Consistently Left Handed.

There's only one point where Katrina is drawn Right Handed, when she is writing, but seeing as we are watching her hands as she does this, it's clear the animators chose to show her writing in a way so that it wouldn't obscure the words.

Everyone else is either right or left handed specifically.

All, that is, except Brom Bones, who is specifically drawn to be Ambidextrous.

From his first appearance he is punching open things with his left hand, and maneuvering things with his right. He tosses things with both arms, and handles knives with both hands.

In the Headless Horseman song he repeatedly switches arms in his demonstrations. He even switches pointing arms from the beginning of the song to the end.

Now let's look over at old HH.

The first time Ichabod encounters him is in the cemetery, and we get this excellent pan up and dramatic shot.

Note, the sword is in his right hand.

Also that is not a pumpkin.

Ichabod runs, and the Headless Horseman gives chase, the entire time his sword arm remains on his Right.

Part way through Ichabod loses the Horseman for a hot minute by falling down a short cliff.

He eventually gets back on the road, spots the bridge, only to get jump-scared by the Horseman lunging out of the woods in front of him.

Ichabod, of course, turns and runs again, and the Horseman gives chase again, but this time he's changing sword arms every other shot.

And once Ichabod reaches the bridge he lobs his Jack-o'-lantern using his left arm.

That is not at all what he was holding earlier.

Also, if I was attempting to throw something, and I intended it to hit, I would definitely use my dominant arm for that. You know, the one you also use as your sword arm?

Unless you're ambidextrous.

Just saying.

So with that all laid out, I want to throw out a couple more things that support this.

1) Ichabod is shown to be completely alone in the graveyard moments before the First Horseman shows up. He even looks at the entire thing multiple times before having a laughing fit with his horse. Additionally, it's so quiet that Ichabod's laughter is echoing off everything. The sound design actively changes so there's nothing but the echoing sound of his laughter. No music, nothing. You don't hear the Horseman until he laughs too, and by then he's right behind Ichabod.

2) The way they draw the object the Horseman is holding in his first appearance vs. At the bridge is completely different. I mentioned this above, but the first object is dark, barely lit, and almost Smaller than the Horseman's hand. That is a skull. The one at the bridge is a jack-o'-lantern, well lit, not even the same shape, massive, and spitting flames. Both are pretty intimidating, but why bother drawing two different ones? It can't be something only Ichabod sees either, because he definitely sees the pumpkin at the end, and again, it's shooting flames. Imagine it's a skull all you want, I doubt he'd downplay the supposed hellfire spewing out.

3) Ichabod falls down two cliff faces in the first part of the chase. The first one he goes down and the Horseman jumps the entire cliff to go after him, not even breaking his gallop. The second cliff however, the horseman doesn't even attempt to follow Ichabod, instead letting him get away for a good amount of time. The horseman was literally right next to Ichabod and chose not to follow him. Why? If there was only one horsemen (Brom) and you were Ok jumping a cliff to keep up the chase once, why break off the second time? Why bother possibly losing Ichabod to go the long way around just so you can jump-scare him in front of the bridge?

A flesh and blood horseman would have followed, but an actual spectre? No. Why?

Because the Bottom of that cliff crashes straight into running water.

Folklore of the time stated that things such as Spirits and the Unholy couldn't cross running water (hence why crossing the bridge meant safe haven). So an actual ghostly horseman would be physically incapable of following Ichabod down the second cliff (metaphysically speaking).

In Conclusion, Disney's "Legend of Sleepy Hollow" is a lot spookier than you probably thought, and the animators really did an excellent job.

Thank you for coming to my T.E.D. talk.

[missjomarch]

Plz write me the fluffiest Nico you can!

✨ imagine ✨ like sick cuddles or sleepy morning smooches and falling back to sleep 🥰

No because I was so sick last weekend and my own personal Nico Hischier definitely would've fixed me right up. Using my favorite ladylooch trademark Nico nickname (sweets) in honor of you requesting this.

You felt fine when you left for work this morning, but as the day progressed the pounding in your head and the aches in your body only got worse. All it took was one look from your boss and you were being sent home to rest.

The drive to the house was only 10 minutes, but you honestly weren't sure you'd make it. You were completely out of it. It hadn't even occurred to you that you should probably text Nico, your boyfriend, that you had left work early and were headed home.

You left all of your work things in the car, barely managing to drag your own self up the stairs to the front door. When you opened the door, Nico was folding laundry on the couch. The domesticity of the action would've warmed your heart had you not been actively fighting a wave of nausea. His head whipped in your direction, clearly not expecting anyone to be entering his house unannounced at this time of day.

Confusion washed over his features when his eyes found you standing in the door way, and he picked up his phone to check the time. When he confirmed that 5 o'clock hadn't magically arrived without his notice, he returned his gaze to you.

"Babe? What're you doing home so early?" He's making his way towards you as he's speaking. You take two steps forward before deciding that it might be best to just let him come to you. A look of concern is growing on his face as he nears you, but he chooses not to mention your pallid complexion. Instead he wraps you in his arms, placing soft kisses to your hairline.

"Work sent me home, don't feel good," You manage to mumble.

"What's wrong, baby?" His chest rumbles as he speaks, lulling you momentarily. You close your eyes against the spinning room, willing the nausea to stop. Bad idea. Suddenly your yanking out of Nico's hold and sprinting to the half bath down the hallway.

You barely make it to the toilet before you're emptying your stomach. Apparently Nico wasn't far behind you because you can soon feel his hands pulling your hair back.

"Let it out, baby," he soothes, hand rubbing comforting circles on your back. When you're done, Nico leaves your side for a moment only to return with a cold washcloth. You take it from him and press it to your face, the coolness alleviating some of your discomfort.

"Sorry," you mumble, not exactly sure what you're apologizing for. You just know you don't love the idea of your boyfriend watching you hurl your guts up.

Nico shakes his head, "don't apologize. If I knew you didn't feel good I would've picked you up from work."

"I just thought I had a headache."

"Do you feel better now?" Nico's hand returned to tracing shapes on your back.

"Nope." Your stomach was still churning, your head was still pounding, and you still felt like you were on the verge of puking. You felt Nico place a soft kiss to the top of your head before watching him leave the bathroom again, mumbling that he'd be back in 2 minutes. Halfway through those two minutes you were vomiting again, and Nico came rushing back to the bathroom.

"Breathe, sweets." Nico coaxed as you gasped.

"Okay, now I feel a bit better." You sighed once you were done.

"Let's go lay down, yeah?" You nodded, wanting nothing more than to pass out in Nico's hold. He helped you get cleaned up before carrying you to your shared bedroom. He had already moved a plastic trashcan beside the bed and a new washcloth and water bottle were waiting on the nightstand.

Nico was sat against the headboard with you between his legs. The position kept you mostly upright in an attempt to keep the sickness at bay. Nico's right arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand ran through your hair.

"Thank you," you whispered, "I know this is gross." You could hear Nico's scoff lightly at your comment.

"You, my love, could never be gross. I just want to make you feel better." Your heart warmed at his genuine disheartened tone, clearly upset he couldn't magically cure your illness. Though you had no doubt he'd be the first to attempt it if he had the means.

"I love you, Hisch." The sentiment is mumbled, but Nico hears it loud and clear.

"I love you more, sweets. Get some rest."

[immedealwithit9855]

Something Adventurous👄🫦🫦

Michaelangel x 2fml lovers

Not sure if THIS was done yet. This is my first go at a 3 way. It involves the turtle we know too well. I'm thinking about doing the others, we'll see where it goes. For now, enjoy......

Get your imaginations flowing........

Pushing him down on his bed, you snuggle between his legs, working your hands passed his heart shaped mark, caressing his neck, and cupping his cute face. You smile, getting into a heated make-out session.

As tongues twist in a sea of passion, an idea came to mind. You separate. He had a looked of sadness on his face from you pulling away from him.

"Hey Mikey. Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, babe. Ask away." He whispers, taking your fingers into his mouth. He's too hot even for you!

"How would you feel about trying something new in the bedroom? Maybe adding another?"

Mikey stilled for a moment, thinking. He had in the back of his mind that it was a risky idea given what he is, how crucial it is to keep their existence hidden. How Leonardo would react to another person in their hideout. There was a lot of mixed feelings regarding this. Yet, the rest of his mind wanted to explore new things while he still can. He checked getting a girlfriend off of his buckle list and with this new adventure with you, he figured.

"I'm down, Baby. Pick a time and date, we'll do it!" He says with a smirk, enjoying the sight of you grinding on his growing arousal. The session continued into the night.

2 WEEKS LATER

After getting to know each other through texts, the night finally came.

It was a night unlike many when you suggested to Mikey to have the activities at your place. Discussing it with the leader of the pack was only the first step. He agreed to let Mikey spend the night so long as it's after their patrol. You were fine with that and surprisingly so was the 3rd party.

You made sure to explain to Mikey that this person knows of him and his brothers. In fact, they were present when they received their keys to the city. They always wondered about them, specifically Mikey. He was excited.

After takimg care of business in the city, Leo gave the okay to call it a night. The brothers watched as Mikey bolted off towards your apartment building. Scoffing and rolling their eyes as Mikey hooted as he ran off. It was all just a front, though.

He had every reason to be nervous. Its gonna be another dude? Is she gonna want him instead? Will she have a change of heart and want a human boyfriend? His mind was scrambled.

He got to your window, noticing you sitting on the bed. He got your attention, you quickly let him in. You gazed into his baby blue eyes, planting a kiss on his soft lips.

"Wait here, okay?" You say.

He nodded slowly and sat down on the bed.

His nerves were getting the best of him. He'd never been in a 3 way. For a second, he thought of leaping out of the window and head back to the lair. The door opened, he put on his confident face on.

His worries turned to amusement when he realized the person was female rather than male. She looked up at him and gasped. "Wow, you really are.....Wow!" She exclaimed.

Shaking herself out of her amazement. "My name's Charlie." He looked at her and was mesmerized at her beauty and attitude upon meeting him face to face. "Names Mikey, the more awesome turtle who happens to be a triple threat. Lover and a Fighter. Gotta say, you're pretty cute." He blurts out. She giggles. You were on the side smiling, happy that it was going smoothly.

You spent the last hour getting to know each other. Charlie and Mikey were hitting it off well when you noticed Charlie opening up as time flew. Laughing, teasing, playing games, telling jokes, sharing stories. After a while, things got flirty.

Charlie placed her hand on Mikey's knee. He was surprised at first. He looked to you for approval, to which you quirked your brows. He turned back to Charlie and was met by her nose touching his snout. She spoke,"I always had a thing for guys with massive biceps. You're the cutest turtle I've ever met." She whispers, toying with his bandana tails.

He silently squeaked. He felt a thrill at her words and couldn't help but get excited.

As if by instinct, their lips met. She relished in the softness of his lips and his dazzling scales. You watched as they made out, slowly inched close to them. Mikey and Charlie separated, he turns to you and kisses you as well. Charlie massages Mikey's chest in the process, feeling the churring sounds vibrating off his chest. 'Wow. Turtles do make sounds. How adorable!' Charlie thought.

As the love triangle grew more intense, you reached down and started massaging Mikey crotch. Mikey was kissing and caressing Charlie as you worked him to a nice erection. Charlie glanced down at his crotch, stunned to see how huge he was.

'Will he fit? Can I take him?'

He saw Charlie staring, getting cocky,"Like what ya see, sugar?" He coos, nipping her cheek. "I do. Especially the heart mark on your belly. So adorable" She responds, admiring his mark with a light stroke. He could blush and she'd still find him attractive.

As if on queue, You started unzipping Mikey's pants, releasing his unique meat. She was intrigued by it's form, very much different to a human male's, very bulky. You stroked him gently, eliciting whimpers from him,"Have a taste." You offered. Charlie lowered her head to his shaft, licking the lip, he moaned into your mouth as you kissed him.

Seeing how much he liked it, Charlie slowly worked his meat into her mouth. Giving a few test sucks, she pleased him gently. She was able to get half way, but to him it was a lot given how warm her mouth was around him. A few minutes go by, Mikey cups your chin, deepening the kiss while also caressing Charlie's head as she sucked him deeper, moaning around him.

He couldn't believe this was happening, this was not on his buckle list but he went with it.

As he was about to burst, you signaled to Charlie to stop. Mikey started pouting at the loss of pleasure. The girls looked at each other, faced him again, and slowly started to undress themselves. He watched as the flesh of both women were exposed. Charlie removed her bra, twisting her nips in the process. You carefully gave him a strip tease, pulling off your undies, tossing it into his lap, over his leaking meat.

Both girls were in awe as they watched Mikey's leakage saturate your undies. Charlie was amazed, wanting to explore more.

"I should warn you." You say as you crawl towards Mikey, stroking his shaft. "Given what he is, his stamina is miraculous. Think you can handle that?" Charlie bit her lips as he flexed for them. The thought only making her wetter and wetter. Mikey could smell it.

"I think she likes that. Wanna try, cutie?" He coos, tracing his digit across her cheek.

"I'm not one to turn down a good time." She cooed, tying her hair back for a night of adventure.

Charlie looked upon his handsome face, wanting to know what it feels like to be with a large, masculine mutant ninja turtle. You saw how aroused she was, collecting Mikey's pre-nut on your fingers, giving them to Charlie to taste. Mikey clenched his fists, watching her savored his nut from his girlfriend's digits. Her tongue memorizing his flavor almost made him explode. It was time.

You laid Charlie down on her back, sat to the side, motioning for Mikey to come forth. Her wetness dripped down her core, making his meat twitch. Her face was filled with anticipation and nervousness. He hovered over her, leaned down to her face and kissed her. Your breath hitched at the kiss, making you wetter as well.

He inched his way down to her core, leaving hickeys upon her skin, churring as he made it to his destination. Charlie blushed at his nostrils flaring by her twitching mounds. He looked up at her, slithered his tongue completely out and ran it over her clit. She gasped at his ministrations. Arching her back, he realized how sensitive she is. He rests his arms on her belly and continues tasting her.

Mikey was liking the sounds she was making, he plunged his digit into her core and started at a steady pace. Prepping her for his girth. You grabbed your breasts with both hands, started caressing them.

Charlie signaled she was coming, Mikey gave her nub one good suck as she came on his face. You thought Mikey looked adorable with another woman's leakage running down his chin. He wiped up and gazed into your eyes and hers. Charlie was still catching her breath when you climbed on top of her. Mikey's face could burst out of his head at the sight of his girlfriend and the other female's mounds practically kissing each other. All his reptillian life, he never imagined he'd be in this type of scenario. Not even in a million years.

"What you waiting for, Lover?" You giggled. "Boo, come over here and get some!" Charlie couldnt believe this was happening and with one of the heroes of New York City.

Mikey got his confidence back when he gazed upon both your faces in want, he rubbed his hands together,"Don't mind if I do!" He proceeded to slide his shaft between your folds, his thighs pulsed at the foreign sensation. He'd done it with you many times but to have 2 heated cores massaging him was a whole new level.

Charlie could not believe the sight she seen of Mikey's manhood rubbing her clit and yours as he began to pump his hips. The feeling was divine as he went slow. Charlie tilted her head back, squeezing her eyes at Mikey's veiny turtle shaft caressed her. You grabbed her boobs while Mikey grabbed yours. Your body was tingling as was Charlie and Mikey's.

"Mikey, put it in! Please. I wanna know what it feels like. Do me!" She begged.

You admired the look on her face as she rolled her body upwards as you looked down at her arising arousal. "You heard her, Mikey. Give it to her." You moaned.

"Your wish is my command, Sugar." With that, he lined himself up to her core, coating his tips with both women's juices eliciting moans and whimpers. Gently, he pushed himself inside her. Her eyes enlarged as he stretched her so delectably. You began to wonder if thats what you looked like when Mikey first took you. He gave her a moment to adjust. You caressed her belly, amazed that her man's meat was inside of her. Then she started begging again. "You can move now Mikey. Its okay. I wanna feel it. You too, Y/N."

All bets were off when Mikey started working himself inside of her while nipping your neck and collarbone. You leaned forward, letting your breasts meet hers as Mikey rocked you both. He whimped at Charlie's tightness, going slow, then picking up speed. Your slick dripped down onto his shaft as he worked himself into Charlie, providing extra lubricant.

"You're so beautiful. How does it feel being screwed by a sexy ninja turtle?" You ask, brushing her hair out of her face.

"It feels so good. It's too good. This feeling is like no other! Ahh!" She squealed when Mikey hit her sweet spot. He grasped your hip with one hand, while grasping Charlie's knee in the other. You grew impatient and couldn't wait anymore. "Mikey baby. I want it too! Give it to me too!" You whined.

He didn't want to deprive you of his long lasting erection, he grunted as he pulled out of Charlie's core and sunk himself inside of you!

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"Yeeeessss! So good! That's it! Ahhhhh!" You just about screamed at the top of your lungs. Charlie was enjoying the look of pleasure on your face as Mikey took you right above her.

The neighbors could bang on the door with the amount of noise your making. It didn't matter as Mikey switched from your core to Charlie's. It was so sensational. He succeeeded making you both come on his shaft, the squeals and moans were music to his ears. Relishing in the 2 of you embracing each other beneath him as you climaxed. Mikey couldn't shut his mouth to save his life as he praised the both of you for agreeing to this, complimenting how beautiful you both are taking him so well. He would not stop yapping.

"So delicious! I'm bout ta cum! Gonna cum!" He warned, pulling himself out of Charlie.

You both quickly used your soft lips to finish him off. He watched as Charlie sucked his tip while you stroked and licked his shaft. She hollowed her lips as she felt him twitching. He grasped your heads as he unloaded his seed onto your faces. It dripped down your necks to your breasts. Mikey wondered if he was having a wet dream because this was too good to be true. You both slithered your tongues out to catch his sticky seed, making him realize that what happened really did happen.

"What did you think?" You asked, licking Mikey's jizz off Charlie's cheeks.

"I think I'd like another round! That was so amazing!" She cooed.

Mikey's energy was fully charged as he gave the 2 of you a sly look. "We got somethin' here ladies. Maybe we should move this party somewhere else!" You couldn't help But feel shivers run down your spine. Charlie was confused to the goofy terrapin's scheme as she slowly backed away.

"Um what did you have in mind?"

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Donnie, Leo, and Raph finished their training session. Conversing amongst themselves.

"Wonder how da twerp is doin!" Raph mumbled, wiping the sweat from his lips.

"He seemed to be excited about something. It was just a sleepover. It's not like...."

His sentence was interrupted by the sounds of squeals.

Running into the lair, Mikey held both you and Charlie over his shoulders, both in your PJs, giggling as Mikey kept bouncing them. Showcasing his strength and his new training buddies. His brothers watched in silence as the girls shrugged their shoulders at them, disappearing into Mikey's room for some more 3 way action.

Donnie's jaw dropped as his brain went through what he just saw, the many obvious scenarios of what his brother and 2 females were about to do.

"I know that was his girl! Whose the other chick?" Raph asked, snapping Donnie out of his thoughts.

"Isn't she one of the NYPD workers that was present when we got our keys to the city?" Donnie remembered.

Leonardo was silent, tapping his toes. Unamused with Mikey allowing guests over without given them all much notice. He already had a girlfriend. What was he doing with 2? Then the giggling turned to soft sighing.

Raphael growled his jealously as his brain cells kicked in to what was happening. "Lucky turd!" He mumbled, turning into one of the tunnels to cool off.

Leo followed suit, shaking his head.

Donnie making a mental to soundproof all their doors. Maybe even the bathroom.

He too retreated into the tunnels not wanting to hear his brothers 'training session!'

[hylianmewmew]

If u were to start that hypothetical MiphZel fic, then a prompt could be that zelda keeps leaving things at the domain during official visits, so she has the excuse to "warp" back (maybe the sheikah slate is only at "1 warp per day to the towers" bc the shrines haven't been activated yet idk but oh no looks like zelda has to stay the night at the domain while the slate recharges 😏)

Or link keeps trying to set up his (insert familial relation here) zelda with his good friend mipha. so he keeps setting up group "hang outs" and then either has to cancel bc he got hit by a horse(which i imagine he'd do just bc I think in his mind he kinda has to or its an actual accident (but ONLY AT FIRST muahahhaa)) or bc "something else came up but oh no u guys should totally watch that meteor shower since u both r there what a weird wacky coincidence that it happens to take place at a heart shaped lake"

EEEEEE ok i love both of those so much i actually have yona do the same thing to sidon and link at the beginning of maybe i do LOL

i love a good friend set up of a relationship that was bound to happen but this makes me so excited????

link is definitely the kind of person who will cause positive chaos and mayhem like hes gonna maybe get in an "accident" to make sure zelda gets with her probably long time crush (mipha)