#the spot it was attached isn't very red now that he's been out for a few hours so that's a good sign

[thedickcavettshow]

pulled an embedded tick out of my leg this morning ughghhhhh those bastards are good. even after all this time I've been working with them they can still get me. luckily I doubt it was on me long enough to transmit lyme but we will just have to wait and see

[ddejavvu]

omg part two for hotch scrolling through your ig pretty please 😭😭 like IMAGINE penelope gathering the rest of the gang so they can collectively stalk your instagram and she accidentally likes one of your pictures while lurking

Penelope isn't often scared of Hotch, because the man has a soft spot for her, and she knows it. But now he's staring at her with a stern glare, something she's not usually on the receiving end of. She shifts on her heels, strangely speechless.

"Sir? Is everything okay?"

He lets her suffer in silence for a moment longer, then gestures towards his phone face-up on the desk. It's lit up with a text notification, and she faintly recognizes the name that it's attached to.

Y/N Y/L/N: Isn't this your computer whiz?

"Open it." Hotch instructs, his voice unfailingly calm, which sets Penelope even further on edge. She reaches out with a trembling finger to tap on the notification and it opens your thread, the screen entirely consumed with a screenshot you'd taken of your instagram. Sure enough, in your notifications page is a note: baby_girl_penny_g liked your photo.

"Um," Penelope stalls, and despite her rampant creativity, she can't bring herself to fib, "Well, I- the tags were-"

"There were no hashtags," Hotch stops her in her tracks, "The only way you could have found that photo was on her profile. How long ago was that posted?"

Penelope scrolls to the bottom of the post even though she doesn't want to, and mutters "2018."

"Five years ago. Five-" Hotch steels himself before he gets too upset, pinching the slim bridge of his nose, "Garcia, did Morgan tell you about this?"

"it wasn't his fault," She pleads his case, "I could tell there was something on his mind! So I got him, like, super drunk, and we-"

"Penelope, this was none of your business." Hotch speaks over her. He doesn't like cutting her off, but he knows her, and she'll talk for hours just to try and weasel her way back into his good graces. He watches her squirm with a stern expression, hands folded on his desk while he clenches his jaw.

"I won't tell anyone else." She promises weakly, and Aaron raises a single eyebrow at her. Secret-keeping is not her forte, and they both know it.

"Okay, so-" She crumples, "I- I totally will. But Hotch, we're gonna be happy for you! I'm already happy for you, you deserve this! You deserve love, even if you try to use this job as an excuse not to find it! You found it, and you should own it."

"I purposefully did not share the status of my relationship with our team. It was meant to be private."

Penelope regains some of her boldness now, even in the face of Hotch's scowl, "Well tough shit, Hotchner! We love you, and we were all there when you lost Haley! We watched you die inside, and we deserve to watch you live again! We are part of your family, Hotch, whether you like it or not, and we're not gonna walk away just because you get snippy with us! So help me, Hotch, I will handcuff myself to you until you realize that we are here. We are here, and we love you, and we always will! You can tell us about your life, because we want to enjoy it with you."

Perhaps she shouldn't have been so forward. Perhaps she shouldn't have said the H-word, or brought up Hotch's infuriating tendency to distrust people's care for him not out of malice, but out of self-loathing. Perhaps she should have hung her head and apologized, but Penelope Garcia is headstrong, and she does not fear the tense wrath of Aaron Hotchner simply for loving him.

For a moment, she worries that she's flaunted a red cape around a bull. Reid's words echo in her mind about how it's nothing to do with the color red, and everything to do with the movement of the fabric, but now is not the time, Doctor Reid, thank you very much. She waits for him to charge, knows he'll withdraw now that she's faced him with the terror of being known, of being cared for, and she can feel her heart sink to the nearly-numb heels of her feet.

Then something in his jaw shifts, and he glances away from her, blinking.

"Thank you." He murmurs, and she thinks she may have heard him wrong.

"What?" She whispers, and he gnaws at the inside of his cheek, caving it in.

"Thank you. For being firm with me." He clarifies, "I... I'm glad that you're here."

Tears spring to her eyes and she nods vigorously, incapable of speech but overflowing with emotion. He swallows, clearing his throat, "In the future, please do not stalk my romantic partners. And... in the future, I will introduce you, so that you don't need to stalk them."

"Okay," She grins through her misty eyes, letting him steer the conversation back towards his comfort zone, "Okay, Hotch. We love you. And- and we're really happy for you, and can I please go and tell the others?"

He laughs despite himself, and doesn't bother steeling himself into composure anymore. He grins, "Fine. But leave out the details of her most recent posts, please."

"The ones where she talks about being sore in the mornings?" She fixes him with a devious grin, already making for the door intent on shouting the news from the rooftops, "I won't say it in the bullpen, 'cause Reid couldn't handle it, but I'm totally gossiping with the girls about it, Hotch."

[eddiesxangel]

Let Me Be Your Goodnight | Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

CW: angst, rough sex, possessive Eddie, female fingering, p in v (protected and unprotected) , creampie, biting, light choking, pet names, Eddie and Reader are fuck buddies, but Reader isn't necessarily a groupie? Mutual pining but Eddie is a fuckboi, heavily inspired by Temporary Fix by 1D lol. Not a happy ending?

WC: 4K

For my 1D babes this is for you 😏

His eyes were transfixed on you. There you were, front and centre, first row, directly in Eddie’s line of sight. Perfect. You were perfect. He wanted you the second he laid his eyes on you. Your cherry red lips are perfectly in sync with the lyrics falling off his lips. He knew he needed to have you.

He tried to find you after the show, but you were gone before security could reach you. You had slipped through his fingers.

Eddie couldn’t believe his luck when he saw you hours later during the after-party. There you were, across the bar, standing with somebody, but it was clear he didn’t know what you liked, but Eddie knew; he read you like a book. Your body language was not inviting, and the eye roll you gave when the guy leaned in and whispered something in your ear. He knew you didn’t want to talk to this guy any longer.

Remembering how your eyes trailed his sweaty muscles as he performed for the crowd. How you were making his leather pants tighter than when they put them earlier that night.

You watched as Eddie sauntered over to you, pushing the countless bodies, including the guy who was trying to take you home, to get to you.

“Hey gorgeous, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” He leans on the bar, so close you’re almost touching.

“I’m sorry? who are you?” You twirl the straw in your cocktail.

“Feeling bratty tonight, aren’t we?”

You turn your back on him, flipping your hair over your shoulder, Eddie gets a whiff of your sultry perfume as you do. His eyes scanned your back, stopping at the hem of the tight, shiny black mini-skirt.

You feel Eddie walk up closer behind you, his breath cascading down your collarbone, his body heat radiating off of him like a furnace. You couldn’t help but react as his deep, raspy voice whispered in your ear.

“You know what I think, baby? I think you’re getting real tired of running that mouth of yours… maybe I can show you another way to use it.”

“Excuse you?” You snap.

“You know I saw you looking at me first.” He smirked.

“Who do-”

“And when I was on that stage, all I could think about was you waking up in nothing but my shirt, in my bed.” His hand trailed up the side of your leg and around to the hem of your skirt.

A small gasp leaves your lips as you let Eddie’s hand travel further towards your inner thighs that were clenched.

“You don’t have to tell me anything; I don’t have to read your mind… You’re soaked for me, and you have been since you saw me on stage; why else would you be front and centre, hmmm?”

The cocky prick knew your weakness, and your weakness was him.

“Eddie,” your body relaxes into him, and he removes his hand so it’s in a less compromising position.

“Oh, so the Princess does know who I am?”

“Shut up.” You were not very convincing; you were transfixed by him.

“If you're not hooked on anything right now, I can be your vice.” his plush lips grazed that spot on your neck he knew all too well.

Now, this was not the first time you let Eddie touch you. Any time he was in town, you ended up being pulled together like two magnets. You couldn’t help yourselves; you were addicted. But every time you say it’s the last, that it won’t happen again. That’s why you turned your back to him; if you saw those eyes, you knew you would, in fact, be waking up in his t-shirt.

A moan leaves your ruby-red lips as you feel his hand interlace with your own. Before you know it, you’re willingly being pulled by Eddie, and your lips are attached to his neck as he pulls you out of the club, trying to call a taxi.

A million lights flash as you exit the club, and paps and car headlights flash as he surprisingly doesn't cover your face like he usually would. You’ve seen him paps with dozens of other women; he’s always covering their faces, not wanting to show them off… but not you. Not tonight.

Lipstick is tattooed on Eddie’s throat, claiming him as your own. You couldn’t help it; there was something about Eddie that made you act like an animal. It wasn't the fame or the glitz or the glam or even the money, for that matter. It was Eddie, how he commanded the stage, how he carried himself, how he knew exactly what made you tic.

Eddie could hardly get into the car before he felt your body climb on top of him. Your skirt hiked up, and you straddled him in the back seat. Your hips ground into Eddie’s already hardening cock, and Eddie's hands shot up to your ass to keep you from moving.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Need you.”

“Did my baby miss me?”

You didn’t reply, how could you? Truthfully, Eddie was everything you wanted, but he wasn’t cut out for settling down. You knew there was another version of you in each city, and you couldn’t take the heartbreak.

Your lips latched on his neck once again, only this time you sucked the skin until it was black and blue. That could be his problem for his next girl tomorrow, but for right now, he will be yours tonight.

The ride to the hotel in NYC took as long as expected at two in the morning. The paps tried to follow you, but the taxi driver surprisingly lost their tail. Eddie let out a sigh of relief as he pulled you into the hallways off the elevator. Finally, he was back in the hotel room. He wanted you so bad, even if it was temporary; he was desperate for you. You were his favourite; you could actually be someone to him if he would let you, but Eddie was stubborn. Love didn’t exist for Eddie; he knew that.

“Tell me what you want, gorgeous.”

“I need you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” he ruts his hips into you, pressing you further into the hotel room wall. His lips found your neck, and his hips ground onto you.

You needed Eddie’s hands; his talented fingers were pinning your hands down, but you wanted him to touch you; you needed him to touch you. You squirm under Eddie’s grasp, and he has you right where he wants you. Needy.

“Eddie, touch me already.” You were done with these games; you both were here for one reason. There is no need to beat around the bush or be timid or embarrassed about getting what you want. You wanted him to make you cum, and you were going to get it.

“There’s my girl, knows what she wants”

“Not your girl,” you moan as his fingers trail up your inner thigh.

“No?” Eddie cocks his head because in his mind, you were his favourite.

“Please, I know you, Eds.” You locked eyes. “Tell me to my face I’m the only girl you want... like you were balls deep in someone else yesterday.”

You were right; he couldn’t give you the answer he wanted, but he didn’t want it to be true.

“That’s what I thou-”

“You can own me,” Eddie quickly cut you off, “and we'll call this what you like.” His hands slipped under your panties and across your wet slit finding your swollen clit.

“Eddie!” You moan as your head falls back.

“Good girl, scream my name.” his thick, tattooed, ringed fingers slip past your folds and sink into your walls.

He watched your pretty red lips part as he worked his fingers up inside you, finding that spot deep inside you with ease. He knew your body, studied it, and now he was going to own it, even if it was just tonight.

You trembled below Eddie as his fingers pleasured you like no others could. This is why you keep coming back to Eddie. He knew how to work you, how to please you; he owned you; there was no denying.

“I’m coming!” You gripped his shoulders to brace yourself. It had been a while since Eddie, and you last got together, and he always could get you there quickly.

You needed to wipe that smug look off his face, so you kissed him so you didn’t have to look at him any longer. You push yourself off the wall and walk you and Eddie over to the bed.

Eddie fell back as you climbed on top of him. You needed to feel him under you, you wanted control, you wanted to be the one to give him the most mind-blowing sex of his life that any time he’s inside another girl, you’re the one he’s thinking of. No more temporary.

Grinding your hips down in Eddie's hard cock he lets out a whimper. The squeak of his leather pants against your core, heavy sighs and moans were the only sounds filling the room.

“You want me, Eddie?” You never used pet names with Eddie; it made things too real, and you couldn’t play into the fantasy that he was yours.

“Always, baby.” his chest rose and fell as he lay, and your fingers trailed down his stomach to the waistband of his pants.

“I don’t believe you.” You play with the happy trail leading toward what you want most.

“I’d say otherwise” Eddie cupped his hard cock, gesturing to how much he did in fact need you. You were the one, always.

You take his waistband between your fingers and yank his pants down. Unsurprisingly, he isn’t wearing underwear. His cock sprang free of the tight confines of his pants, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It looked painfully hard, and he looked desperate, needy, and beautiful.

“Tell me what you want, Eddie.”

“Already told you babygirl”

“Tell me again.”

“I want your sweet mouth on my cock; I want you to call me when you’re lonely when you can’t sleep,” he smirked, “You control me, baby, even if it’s just tonight.”

“Shut up” You gripped his hard cock in your hand and rolled your tongue over the tip before taking him as far as you could go. You didn’t let up, you didn’t slow down, you went for it, all in.

You knew he was full of shit, and you wanted to prove to him that he truly was missing out on the best thing that could happen to him.

“Shit, shit, shit, just like that, fuck, that mouth of yours is too good” he gripped your soft hair in his hands.

You worked him to his breaking point, his cock twitched, and you pulled off immediately,

“What the” Eddie stopped mid-sentence as he watched you slowly strip in front of him. His chocolate doe eyes widen as he watches your clothing come off piece by piece. Your exposed skin was calling him; he needed to feel your soft thighs warming his ears, your perfect tits cupped in his hands.

Your last article of clothing fell to the floor, and Eddie's eyes burned into you. He watched as you bent down to pick up his pants. He watched as you found his wallet, pulled it out, and opened it up to find the sealed golden foil he kept inside for times such as these.

You toss his wallet to the side and slowly crawl back to him.

Teasingly, you slowly unwrap the condom, watching Eddie drool as you do. You smirk, knowing you’re making him wait and squirm beneath you.

“Hurry up, baby girl.” He wants to grab the condom from your hand and do it himself so he can throw you around how he likes, but he also wants you to do it; he likes not having to be in control the whole time.

Unlike the others, you knew how Eddie wanted you and how he needed you.

“Patients Ed’s,” you cooed in his ear as your swollen lips trailed down his neck before you sat up to roll the condom on finally. His cock was leaking precum, so you dipped your head down one last time so you could lick it up. Once it was cleaned and clear, you swiftly rolled it down onto his throbbing member and positioned yourself over it so you could sink down.

Riding Eddie was always your favourite pastime; the way he filled you and brushed up against your walls, nothing could compare to that feeling he gave you.

You both let out a moan as you fully enveloped him. Eddie reaches up to grasp your hips to help you move with him. Sure, he loved you on top, in control, but he's only a man; he can't help but fulfill the need to thrust up into you.

Your thighs were burning, but you didn't care. The way Eddie was making you feel was all-consuming. His long hard cock hit that perfect spot every time you bounced down onto him. Skin slapping skin, your breasts bouncing in his face, your pretty mouth left agape in pleasure.

"That's it, bunny. Do you like being my little bunny, bouncing in my cock? This is the only cock that can make you feel this good isn't it?"

You didn't reply; you were too focused on the burning in your thighs and the pleasure building in your core.

Your hand slinked down between you and Eddie so you could rub your clit, giving you enough so your second orgasm of the night could build and build until Edie swatted your hand away.

"Answer me, Bunny," Eddie gritted through his teeth.

"Not your bunny, not yours." You didn't slow down; you only picked up speed.

"Wrong answer," Eddie was annoyed you never played into his little games like the others do.

You felt Eddie steady your waist, stopping you from bouncing, and flip you backwards so you were flat on your back, head almost falling off the foot of the bed.

You let out a startled yelp as Eddie yanks you by your ankles so you are closer to him.

He waists not another second to thrust back into your wet cunt.

"Fuck Eddie!" you cried as he roughly fucks into you. He had your legs pinned by your ears; you didn't even know you were that flexible.

"What was that gorgeous? You're not mine? I think you are, even if it's just tonight." he sneered.

A chain of curses left your mouth as Eddie pounded into you over and over and over again. His large hand travelled up to your chest, surprisingly not resting on your swollen breast but where your heart was.

You were slipping; you were feeling the weakness of your judgment unfold as your impending orgasm grew.

"You're so tight, baby girl; you're so tight for me; I can feel how close you are. You're gripping my cock so good." Eddie spoke as he stroked your hair out of your face. His actions were such a contradiction to how he was abusing your cunt.

"More, Eddie!" you pant.

"No, you know my cock is good enough to make you cum. You've been naughty. This is all you're getting unless you tell me you're mine." His hand slid up from where it was resting on your chest up to your throat, squeezing it hard enough that you still could breathe, but his fingers dug into you so hard there might be a mark left tomorrow.

Fuck him.

"No!" you spit.

"Then this is all you get. He leaned back, releasing your throat from his hands and replaced it with each of your ankles. He steadied himself before jackhammering into your cunt.

You let out a cry, and Eddie's hips slapped hard into you, his heavy balls hitting your ass with each thrust. The tip of his tick-long cock grazing your spot.

Eddie was right; his cock was all that you needed because you were coming in seconds, and he wasn't too far behind. Your body felt like it was dripping fire as your orgasm took over your mind and body.

Eddie fucking loved the way your cunt squeezed down on him every time he made you cum with his cock alone. He knew it was a rarity; he was so proud of himself each time.

He fell on top of you after that marathon of sex you both participated in. He pulled out, discarded the condom, and then went to crawl back into bed with you, but you were already up and halfway dressed.

"Where do you think you are going?" he blocks the door with his lean, naked frame.

"Home to sleep, it's three thirty. I'm tired."

"You think I'm letting you go out by yourself in the middle of the night? Looking like that?" He raises his brow.

Suddenly, the euphoria of the sex you just had completely drains out of you.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?"

"It means I'm not letting you, the most beautiful woman I've ever met, go out onto the streets where who knows what is out there so you can get snatched up. No way, you're spending the night; I'll sleep on the floor for all I care. It's not safe right now."

What the fuck was happening? Eddie always threw you out once you were done? And did he call you beautiful? Maybe you did, in fact, fuck his brains out?

"Uh, are you feeling okay?" You hold the back of your hand up to feel if he has a fever because what?

"I'm fine but won't be if you leave." He took your wrist off his head and looked you in the eyes.

"Fine, but you promised me a t-shirt." You decided to cave based on your better judgment. "And you don't have to sleep on the floor. I think we are way past that." You turned to walk back to the bed, slowly stripping for Eddie once more.

Eddie made his way over to the closet and pulled out his favourite shirt to give to you.

"Thanks." You caught it when he tossed it to you. You slip over your head before you turn to the bathroom to get unready the best you can.

Thankfully, the hotel came with a fresh toothbrush, and Eddie had cleanser and moisturizer you could borrow. You didn't bother brushing your hair. You just fixed it with your fingers and then exited the bathroom.

Eddie had just come in from the balcony after having a cigarette when you walked back out.

He drank you in; his shirt hugged you in all the right places. Your face was bare and fresh, but the hickeys he had left on your neck were raw; to him, you had never been more beautiful.

You watched him take you in, then hesitated before getting into the bed.

"Uh, what side do you want me to take?" suddenly nervous about sleeping in the same bed as him.

"I usually sleep on the right,"

"Good, I'm more of a left girl myself." God, that was lame.

"Meant to be," Eddie smirked before turning down the bed.

You tried not to read too much into that comment as you crawled in, lying down and facing away from him. You were stiff and didn't understand what had changed between now and all the other one-night stands.

"If you wanted to be the little spoon, all you had to do was ask baby." His strong arm wrapped around your middle and pulled your back flush to his chest.

Was Eddie Munson cuddling you? What kind of twilight zone have you entered?

"Um, Eddie?"

"Yeah, gorgeous?" He spoke as he nuzzled his face into your hair. You could feel his cock hardening against your ass, and there goes your train of thought. All semblance of a sentence was gone from your lips because Eddie's dick was pressed up against your backside.

You can't help it when your pussy floods itself all over again. You can't help it when your ass starts to grind into him.

"Greedy girl, you wanna go again?"

"You started it," You point out.

"Can't get enough of ol'Eddie, can ya, babygril?"

You let out a whine of frustration. You were supposed to be on your way home, but instead, here you are, begging for Eddie's cock once again because you're weak when it comes to him.

"I'll take that as a yes."

You don't let Eddie speak anymore before you take his cock and align it when your dripping entrance.

"Wait, are you sure?" Eddie asked; you never fucked without a condom before.

You didn't give him a verbal response; you only dragged his tip through your wet folds, confirming that this was what you wanted.

You opened your legs a bit wider to let Eddie glide in easily. Another wave of wetness pulsed out of your pussy as the velvety skin of Eddi's cock brushed up inside of you.

You feel Eddie's teeth sink into your shoulder as his hips slowly thrust into you. Your ass pressing into his bush with each thrust.

"Oh, Eddie!" You cried at the pain of his teeth marking you but also the euphoria that his bare cock was giving you. Eddie pulled you in closer, his hand wrapped around your middle, tweaking your hardened nipple under the sift you were wearing.

"Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, " Eddie spoke with each thrust.

"Yours, yours, yours yours," You agreed, fianllly you gave in.

He then gave in and finally played with your clit as he trusted in you again and again. It was slow and sloppy; he fell out a few times, but it was sex like you hadn't had with Eddie before.

Before, it was always rough and hard, a temporary fix to get off and go. But this was different. This was like he was fucking you as if he cared for you as a person. Not just another one in his little black book

Your mouth hung open as silent screams tried to come out of your lungs. You were speechless.

Eddie didn't say much either, which wasn't normal for him, but it didn't feel right at the moment. He wanted to endure the way your body wrapped around him. The way your cunt tightened when the pad of his finger grazed your swollen clit.

Before you knew it, you were coming undone all over Eddie once again. Your cum flooded over Eddie in a warm wet embrace, and that had him trying to pull out, but he wasn't fast enough. His cum was spurting up into you as his cock spasmed inside of you.

"Holly shit," He panted. Never had Eddie had such intimate sex before, and he didn't want to go back.

"Wow," you said when you started coming back to reality. You could feel Eddie's seed leaking out of you, and you needed to go get cleaned up, but you didn't think you could move.

Eddie peppered soft kisses along your neck and over your cheek before falling back exhausted.

"Good night, gorgeous." He wrapped his arms around you and fell asleep instantly.

The next afternoon, Eddie woke up to find he was alone. A pang of disappointment filled his chest before he spotted the note on your pillow.

"We need to talk."

That was all it said, followed by your phone number.

Eddie's stomach dropped while reading it, and he wasn't sure why, so he chose to ignore it and move on with his day...

You hadn't heard from Eddie for about a month, and it was killing you. Had he not seen the note?

You refused to be the one to reach out; you would not be that girl. So it surprised you when Eddie called five weeks later when he was back in New York.

"Hey gorgeous"

"Eddie, we need to talk."

"Don't think we will be doing much talking with your lips wrapped around my dick" You could practically see the smirk on his face. In any other instance, that probably would have made you roll your eyes and give in, but this was too important to skim over.

"Eddie, I'm pregnant."

Eddie doesn't respond, and you hear the disconnected tone on the other end of the line.

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[familyagrestefanblog]

I've tried so many times making whole in depth posts about this, but I never get it done properly. So I'll just keep it very brief for now:

Marinette giving out every miraculous at the end of S5, so making a team of 16 additional miraculous holders now as full time heros she says she wants to help coming into their own as their leader and guardian, is the most hilarious dark red sign I've ever seen in this show

Marinette can barely handle Chat Noir being an individual with his own pov, actual emotions she has to acknowledge in her leadership, agency that isn't just catering to her and having human rights attached to his body (at least that she got better at in s5, although it's questionable how much that was influenced by her literally having no other choice in s5 but to treat him better. I guess s6 will put that into perspective)

and in s5 both Chat and Alya were two halves of ONE PARTNER bc Chat had to accept that he isn't allowed to exist as civilian in Ladybug's leadership, all while both Alya and Chat had to basically take care of her as their main job.

What makes Marinette THINK she can handle 16 new miraculous holders who act as individuals with existing LIVES, and not just being her chosen power vessels who can't act on their own?

Just the thought of it honestly makes me laugh because nothing in Canon implies Marinette's leadership can actually handle heros doing their own thing as individuals. She will have a meltdown when any of them act on their own as heros of Paris in any greater way.

Imagine Vesperia being put on spot by being near a robbery and her using her venom on a civilian person (the robber) and then Cerise has the police go up against her and Ladybug as the team leader for abuse of power?

Imagine Pigella using her powers on people who are having a personal fight and then her getting in trouble because she revealed the private wish of someone to everyone around them.

Imagine Kim and Max training alone by Ladybug's order, and Max making portals so Kim can improve his time to get certain objects from different places, and that resulting in people being pissed at the heros breaking and entering their private homes and taking their stuff however they please as "training"

Look, I don't wanna be mean but I give her a god damn WEEK before she starts giving teammates (100% Kim for example) Chat Noir's rag doll treatment and starting to yell and get angry again bc they're doing something she personally doesn't like at an inconvenient time, or something she gets in trouble for as their leader.

Before this the temp heros has the luxury of only having been ask to do exactly what Ladybug said as her minions and power vessels, but now that they are individuals?

Good gosh, it's gonna be a disaster. Cerise is gonna have the time of her life using the team and city again her lol

[fernandopiastri28]

insomnia (what if you never come back?) ~ dr3 x mv1

Max doesn't know how to cope without Daniel anymore now that he's at RB- turns out Daniel can't either.

insomnia ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅

Burning my eyes red Not slept for weeks Testing your torment My future is bleak Lost in the moment With no words to speak …. Am I a fool Waiting for you? What if you never come back?

Staying up far too late into each and every single night isn't a new aspect of Max’s life. He can’t remember a time in his life when he’s slept peacefully, allowing his mind to switch off and his body to rest. It’s a habit picked up from being so alert of living with his father, worrying that he’d sleep through his father doing something seriously dangerous to someone in the family- especially his mother. He wasn’t sure when the word ‘Insomniac’ became something he called himself, associated himself with, but it’s definitely from far before his f1 debut in 2015- meaning that the hourly hours before a race are either spent secretly working out, gaming, or wallowing in the silence like he is now.

He sits on the edge of his bed, red eyes and a mind full of torment. He has a warmed Red Bull in his hand, condensation long dripped off of his wrist and onto his thighs- a reminder of how long he’s been sat in this very position, lost in the moment. He’s sat hunched over, the thin fabric of his team supplied polo stretching across the length of his back.

In his peripheral vision, he sees a sheen of light hitting into the glass cabinet full of bits of his trophy collection. His eyes are transfixed on it, despite how it hurts his eyes to focus on a spot he’s hardly looking at. His eyes slip up to where there’s a trophy from the 2017 Japanese grand prix- the podium that he and Daniel had shared at his elder teammate’s final year at Red Bull. He feels a tense throb of reminiscence as he remembers how they’d stood up on the top steps together, covering one another with champagne.

It was the last time they would ever do it together, instead of against each other.

His thumb slides down the wet length of the can, tipping the tin back to allow the last few acidic droplets to spill down his throat. He crunches the can in his palm, the edges splitting to cut into his skin. “Fuck,” He hisses, tossing the crushed metal across the floor where it hits into his desk. He rubs the cut against the soft fabric of his shorts, a red patch appearing in lieu.

The pain isn’t unfamiliar, verging on sparking memories of the exact feeling from being a child. Young Max panicking that he’d dropped a glass, quickly picking up the shattered material into his soft hands, the jagged edges piercing his skin as he would hurriedly try and remove the evidence of breaking something. His mother would tend to his wounds after cleaning off the bloody skin, promising to not inform his father of the event.

He compartmentalises the memory once again, focusing in on the now. Pressing the injury further into the cotton over his thigh, he stands up, walking over to the cabinet he had been previously mindlessly admiring. Two of his fingers press against the glass just in front of the Japan trophy, two dirty finger prints appearing as a result. Vivid flashes of how cold the fizzy liquid had been over his sweating body, how it had dribbled down Daniel’s chin as he had greedily guzzled it down after spraying the majority onto the dutch man.

Even more vividly, Max remembers how it had tasted inside Daniel’s mouth when the two men were hidden away in the motorhome, lips attached to each other’s, skin to skin. He drops his head in shame, hot red flush spreading across his pale skin. He smears the two fingers across his dry lip, relishing in their slight chill from being against the glass. It’s near enough to how Daniel had felt; cold, wet lips on Max’s desperate and needy ones.

After enough time staring down at his bare feet, he shuffles away from the cabinet of memories, his uncut hand wrapping around the door handle. He heads out of his bedroom in his apartment, only the dim illumination of a shop outside lighting up his corridor. He needs a drink, almost desperately so. Being back in Monaco means he could go out with his usual group, but it’s not quite the time of year where all of his non-f1 friends still have work, and especially on a wednesday night- no one’s going to be able to go drinking. So that leaves him with the other drivers who also live in Monaco.

He scratches Charles off his internal list of possible candidates, knowing he’s off somewhere in Portugal with Alex. Lando could be good, but he’s pretty sure the brit is off in Bali or somewhere else random on his winter break world tour. Sure, Max likes Fernando, but he’s not really the type of guy he’d invite out drinking- the same with Lewis. Checo’s with his kids, barely gracing social media throughout the holidays, the same with Bottas and Hulkenberg.

Once he’s reached the end of his mental invite list, only a single name remains. One that Max knows will reply no matter the time of day- Daniel. Max reaches into his back pocket, using a single hand to type a message away to the Australian. He clicks send then ignores it, returning to his room to search his closet for something more club appropriate then the ‘team-merch-pyjamas’ he has on currently. It’s not until he’s pulling his shirt over his head that he feels a vibration shoot up his arm.

‘Which club?’ Daniel shoots back. Three dots of an impending message bounce below the text for a few moments until they disappear, leaving the sole message there. Max types back, mentioning the closest club to him. He doesn’t want to make a huge night out of this, just get enough that whenever he gets home he can crash out and sleep well into tomorrow.

Well, today, given the clock is currently reading 00.33

He sets his phone down on his desk, shoving his shorts down over his knees until they pool around his ankles. He steps out of them, selecting a pair of skin tight black jeans and an equally fitted black tee, the word ‘daddy’ printed across it in thick white lettering- sure to get a laugh out of Daniel. He toes on a pair of sneakers and slips his tag heuer over his hand, clasping it around his thin wrist.

He shoves a white red bull hat over his hair, heading out the door once Daniel announces with a text that he’s just arrived at the club. Max sends back a text to assure him that he’ll only be five minutes. A perk of Monaco being so small- you’re basically ‘five minutes’ from anything if you live in a general enough area. He sneaks down the front stairs of his apparent building, staying relatively light on his feet so as to not disturb anyone who lives in the rooms he’s walking past.

He hears Daniel before he sees him, heading into the thick of the illuminated dance floor. The RB driver is clad in a beige t-shirt, a design from his own brand enchanté, and a pair of white lounge shorts. He already has an orange cocktail in hand, his opposite arm up in the air. “Maxxxxieeeee,” His thick Australian accent calls out to the younger man. It dawns on Max how long it had actually taken him to get here because Daniel is far from sober, likely having been here for far longer than five minutes as Max had promised him.

“Danny,” He gives him a grin, brushing tightly past a few other heavily inebriated clubbers to get to his friend. “You’ve been well?” Daniel replies with a huge grin, lazily slinging an arm around his shoulder, a nod into his neck to confirm.

“Peachy,” His breath is hot and reeks of tequila- far from Max’s ideal choice of a drink. He slips out from under his grip, stumbling past a few other people to get to the bar- ordering a gin tonic. The bartender slides it across the table to him and he greedily gulps it down, ordering a second one almost immediately as the bottom of the glass makes contact with the bar again.

The overdramatic thwack the glass makes triggers another memory, the noise is an exact replica of what he would hear almost each and every day. His father pouring himself a drink as he would sit Max down in front of him, making the young boy explain each and every mistake he’d made in either a race or just while ‘casually’ karting. In reality, karting when your father is Jos Verstpane can never be casual. Those conversations almost always ended in gulped tears and slammed glasses- often creating cracks in all the cups in the house.

The feeling of the cold surface around his new drink against his fingertips brings him back to reality. He takes his time with this one, taking longer and more gradual sips. He squeezes back over to where Daniel is still ‘dancing’ away to the music, more so swaying his body in the most off rhythm moves and swinging his arms above himself, luckily his once full cup is now disregarded off somewhere else. “Maaaaxxx!” He calls out again, regaining sight of the reason he’s here in the first place. The two fall back into their places next to each other, just like back in 2017.

The hour progresses, flicking over to 1am and nearing 2 am. Both of their throats are dry from continuous singing along to the music that is blaring all throughout the small and overheating area, dancing around to distract from the discomfort of their cotton shirts becoming saturated with sweat and each other's spilt drinks.

“I’ve missed you,” Max tilts his head down ever so slightly, the gap between the height seeming larger than usual as Daniel’s posture slumps down. He licks the corner of his mouth, his wet tongue peaking out which catches the eye of Daniel who’s almost shamelessly staring. “At red bull,” He clarifies, keeping it a strictly friendly moment. It’s partially the truth- he does miss him as a teammate, because despite how much he really does like Checo, Daniel had a sense of fun that no one could ever match.

Daniel mimics the lip-lick the other man had just previously done, his pink tongue wiping along the length of his bottom lip. “I miss you moreee Maxi-Taxi,” His voice is thick and oozes out like honey, all perfect and heavily sitting in Max’s ears. Daniel sucks in his cheeks, leaning closer and closer until his hooked nose is pressing up against the other man’s curved one.

A set of soft and inviting eyes meet those brooding, pale ocean ones, a clear softening occurring as Daniel’s eyes bore into them. “You’re my favourite teammate- always,” He brings a hand to the Dutch man’s chest, the back of his hand gently smacking into the breast of his black top. “Lando- god- he's such a kid, mate,” He shakes his head, laughing mainly to himself. “Great fun but.. Yeah, immature,”

Max scoffs, draining the last of his drink before setting it down onto the nearest flat surface to him. “Like you aren’t,” He grins, a matching one occurring on the Australian’s face.

“Hardly,” He rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue into a wet squelching nose. “He’s only somewhat.. ehhh, ‘normal’ now that he’s got Piastri keeping him sane,” Max can get that, making a quick mental comparison between the two young McLaren drivers until he realises Daniel is still speaking about his teammates. “Jean-Éric, nice guy, kinda forgettable,” He rubs a hand across the width of his neck which Max oogles out, trying to seem discreet.

“Kvyat,” Max nudges him, a wide smirk painting across his face. Daniil Kvyat, the man who Max took the red bull seat from back in 2015. He’d also taken Daniil’s recently ex-girlfriend- Kelly Piquet, daughter of 3x world champion, Nelson Piquet. The romance had been short lived however, especially cut short after Max had enjoyed his en makeout session with his then teammate, now the man in front of him, more than he’d ever enjoyed kissing Kelly.

“Yes,” He lets out a mix between a sigh and a laugh, “Daniil Kvyat- fucking guy hates you,” Dan whacks him in the shoulder, pushing a sharp exhale out of his mouth. He waves over a bartender for yet another drink as Daniel continues his seemingly never ending list. “Huuulkennbergggg,” He wheezes, never forgetting his dramatised rendition of pronouncing his ex-teammates last name. “Ehhh, Ocon, and nowww… tsunoda,” He’s so clearly drunk given the way all of his words are blending into each other and he’s becoming more painfully difficult to understand.

“Quite the list,” Max muses, laughing absentmindedly to himself sliding a hand up his own shirt to separate the soaked fabric from his abdomen. When he’s drunk, he hardly gets sad or tired- he just finds absolutely everything incredibly comedic. “I’ve had, ehh, also Jean-Éric,” He remembers, a memory of a short lived three races with the French driver. “Kvyat for same amount. Sainz for.. my whole season at Toro- yeah?,” Daniel nods, sipping away at some drink he managed to secretly acquire throughout their conversation. “You- the longest amount,” He furrows his eyebrows, struggling to remember the two exact drivers he’d had in between Daniel’s departure at the end of 2018 and Checo’s arrival in 2021.

“Gasly and Albon,” Daniel interrupts his thoughts, his eyes far from looking at where Max is deep in thought. He’s distracted, distracted by the younger fiddling away under his drenched shirt. Max lets out a hum of remembrance, his mind clicking into a timeline displaying just how long he’d race with each man for.

“It’s really hot in here,” He murmurs, tucking two fingers into his t-shirt collar, pulling it away from his skin to help cool himself down. The two of them come to a consensus of heading out, already having paid means they can slip out into the night as soon as they’ve agreed to leave. The rest of the city is quiet, acting according to being near 2 am. Daniel slings his arm back over the span of Max’s shoulder, holding himself up as they stumble down the cobblestone streets.

“You smell like shit,” Daniel wrinkles his nose up, wiping a thick sheen of sweat off his forehead, “very strongly of alcohol,” He muses, slipping a hand down into his pocket as his free one finds its place on the small of Max’s back.

“Happens when you drink,” The younger murmurs, pushing his nose into the base of Daniel’s throat, pushing a gurgled sound out of him. He swallows thickly before aimlessly mouthing at the spot of skin just above the hem of his collar. “You taste like sweat,” He mumbles out, a twisted grimace coating his expression.

Daniel brings the hand from his pocket back out to slide into the hair on the back of Max’s head, fingers tangling up in the messy and dampened blond strands. “Like you don’t?” He taunts, tugging back on the hair so Max’s looking up at him from the slightly crouched angle he’s standing at.

Neither of them realised at what point of the night they suddenly became desperate to be in this position, the exact one they’d been in back in 2017. A few experimental times later in that year, a few in 2018- once as a ‘goodbye’ for the Australian in 2022. Nothing had been like the post podium one yet- not until now.

“Try,” Max challenges him, sticking his tongue out ever so slightly. “Taste,” His words are beginning to become fuzzy in his head, a weird static trailing along with every noise that travels past his ears. He can’t tell if this is a good idea, or the worst he’ll ever make- but he wants to make it regardless.

Daniel looks down at Max’s nose, studying the curvature of it. Back up to his eyes, the deep and cloudy ocean blue that engulfs his pupils. The wispy and dark curls that frame those eyes, how they clump together with perspiration. His red lips, wet with a mix of alcohol and spit. Fuck, how good they look right now.

“Yeah,” Daniel nods, resting his forehead against Max’s. They breath out against each other’s faces for a few moments, both waiting for the other to take initiative and jump the bullet to get the end product they’re both keen for.

Daniel takes it in the end, taking his fingers higher up against Max’s scalp to cradle the back of his head, connecting their mouths finally. He was right, he tastes like bitter gin and salty sudate. Harsh around the edges and intoxicating the longer the kiss lasts. If Daniel wasn’t before this, he definitely is now. Max lets a moan pass into Dan’s mouth who eagerly engulfs it, desperate for more of those same noises. “You’re not mine, shouldn’t have you like this,” He hums as Max whines needily for more.

“Danny,” Max has to forcibly detach his mouth from the older man’s, a thumb pressing into his Adam's apple while his remaining fingers splay across the back of his neck. “Neuken- you’re all I want, I’m all yours'' He laughs, licking straight back into his mouth.

“Fuck you, Max,” Daniel murmurs straight back to him, wrapping two arms around his waist, hoisting him closer to him as he pins him into a wall nearby. “You let me go for so long thinking I was second to Leclerc- but I was always first, wasn’t I?” He taunts, a thumb playing with his bottom lip as he kisses as his top one. “You don’t fucking want him?” Max nods, confused as to why Charles is being brought into the conversation.

“Not at all, just you,” He promises, his huge hands squeezing into Daniel’s narrow hips as he flips them over, effectively shoving Daniel against the stone wall instead. “Why would I want him?”

“I see how you look at him,” He looks up at him, his eyes transfixed on the layer of sheen decorating the dutch man’s forehead. “Like you wanna fuck him,” He grins stupidly, “like how you’re looking at me right now,” Max clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he forcibly kisses Daniel again,

“I don’t do anything with him though,” He sneers, “I do things with you,” His stare softens, his thumb swiping down along one of Daniel’s tanned cheeks. “I only want you,” He whispers against his parted lips. His adam's apple bobs up and down, a long swallow accompanying it.

“What’s that make us?” His Australian accent is further amplified by his intoxication. Max twists his lips, shrugging at the question. Neither of them really know. If this means they should date, be friends who hook up whenever they want, or just never do this again- the lines between them fade into one another.

“Just mine,” He tilts his head, narrowing his eyebrows. “And all yours- we’re just each other’s,” Daniel agrees, a signature Danny-Ric smile spreading across his face.

“I can deal with that,” He pushes him away, wrapping an arm around his waist as they stumble down the same street, the dim lights of the street lamps illuminating the sides of their faces as they silently admire one another.

[valencebagelbandit]

every god needs an imp

notes: this is my first fic ever sorry if my presentation isn't very polished! also not sure about teenage kix in the show but instead of just making them a hero team I figured why not make it a show in the style of bad girls club or Jersey shore? teen titans but with hair pulling and alcohol. anyways that's the preface to how A-train and eccentrica met their bother former teenage kix members.

summary: homelander needed one thing, a tool. a tinker toy to carry out his more wild whims that the deep/A-train or the new recruits couldn't.finally after endless searching through files upon files he finds a perfect candidate.besides every king needs a jester, every hero needs a sidekick, every god needs an imp.

"teenage kix." Ashley looked up from the file folder grasped between shivering fingers eyes locked nervously on homelander and his hateful glare.

"absolutely not why in the every loving fuck would I choose anyone off that circus of a team? I mean A-train was the last remotely decent hero to come out of that voyeuristic Bullshit TV show. come on Ashley get your shit together." he didn't move one inch sitting ankles crossed in the chair in front of her desk chin rested on his clenched fist like an pouting child.

"well- well actually sir there has been one more promising member..." the (now fake) red head slid the file over to homelander the page resting on top a vought branded hero file with an attached image of the supe in question.

Ashley began to speak as homelander analyzed the portfolio, "Eccentrica Magica, 5'8, 160 pounds, only 24, replaced A-trains slot on the show when he aged out. premiered at fifteen and became a hit, once she left the show she started a residency at the MGM Grand."

she was a fucking magician?

homelander dropped the file on the desk before pressing the palms of his red leather gloves over his eyes letting a hissing sigh out through his teeth. "you really expect me to put a god damn magician in the final spot on the seven?" he practically growled his words out, he could hear Ashley's already racing heart jump nervously.

"well she is very talented-" she started but was immediately cut off."I don't care if she's "talented" I need someone to fight not pull a fuckin' rabbit out of hat!" he stood up rolling his eyes teeth pulled back over his teeth in a grimace of annoyance and rage. hands found their way into a fold one gripping the other as he paced trying his best not to laser Ashley's stupid face off. two hours of this bullshit going through applications of pre established supes for the empty spot in the seven.

"really homelander she's a good option, she has super strength plus she can remotely teleport! plus she already has a strong fanbase and she's attractive," Ashley's mutterings about this eccentrica magica was tuned out as soon as he heard the words remote teleportation. sure sure anyone could teleport, but having control like that to so much training it wasn't worth it. she could be useful she could just teleport butcher right into the space for him! besides if the deep was in the seven, well that was comparing an intern to loan shark.

He snapped back pacing back to the folder on the desk as Ashley continued chattering, endlessly chattering. his thumb and index fingers gripped the photo of eccentrica, she smirked at the camera with a manic charm he found reminiscent of the Cheshire cat fitting for her powers. his big blue eyes wandered up the picture tracing the round curve of her face pale, soft, unmarred skin a sign of her invulnerability right up to the best part her eyes. framed by light brown feathery bangs and eyebrows raised only making her big glowing purple doe eyes all the more god damn startling.

"besides she has an in! A-train has met her an confirmed she's a good candidate plus again shes literally the last file in the stack." Ashley smiled at him eyes flicking between homelander and the massive stack of files sitting to her right hand.

homelander let out a small huff, "fine I'll take the magician." now, to meet this little imp and see if she was as useful as he needed her to be.

thank you for reading <3

[fuxling]

pspsps hi fux do u have any btd/tpof ocs (for no reason in partic tacular)

Oh! Yes I do!

I tend to become self conscious about my own ocs, and because of this I don't share a lot about them due to my...anxiety? LMAO /lh

I have three, but for now I'm just going to share two (I don't really have art of the third yet so that'll wait) I have an OC and I have a Sona/"Self Insert"!

I've posted about my OC, Cricket, before. She also gets called Pigeon/Pidge. Her ref is outdated but the other illustrations are pretty accurate still.

Pidge is a 27, Cis, & Bisexual. She's 5'0, and weighs 110lbs. She grew up in Seattle to a deadbeat dad and an overbearing mother. Eventually in her teen years, her parents split and she moved to San Francisco with her father, who inflicted a lot of bad shit upon her before she packed up and moved out on her own. She lived alone perusing modeling & photography before she was Got after a party in the city.

Waking up, she found herself in an auction room. Derek buys her, takes her to the hunt. I have kind of a few 'versions' of how the hunt goes for her, some ending in possession or sacrifice, or just death, but the main one is she stabs Derek but doesn't have the guts to kill him, so he takes her home and she basically becomes his lap dog via repeated abuse and torture.

I'm not sure what parts of her 'story' I should expound on and what parts I should sum up quickly, haha.

Personality wise, she's very dry, doesn't smile much. She got a lot of shit for being an ice queen growing up, and tends to come across apathetic, even when she isn't. Very sarcastic and can seem catty, but usually is trying to cover her own ass. She has a huge soft spot for other girls, especially fem folks who are in trouble, and will often put herself in danger to help others who are vulnerable/in danger.

She is afraid of her own capacity for attachment, which is why she refuses to let herself attach to anyone. This provided a lack of support in community around her, and made her a better target for kidnapping, since no one would notice her gone or take much action if they did.

In reality, she is desperate for connections and keeps herself from interacting intimately with anyone due to her fear of becoming over attached. This really blossoms later as hee Stockholm Syndrome with Derek kind of...Happens. Haha

Eventually Derek rubs off on her and she gets into some trouble, and starts killing at the hunts that Derek drags her to. You can also imagine she gets used a lot by the whole hunt lmao

Here's some pictures of her! ^ I love her very much, she is small and full of rage LMAO

Then we have Kade/Juju. This is my "Self Insert". I haven't posted about him much yet, I have been redoing his reference 100 times it feels like, and this is what I have at the moment.

Kade is 28, He/Him trans masc, and mlm. He's an American Red Fox, and grew up on the dense forests of the west coast. His family is estranged, and he ran off to the cities after he was of age to go to school for Botany.

His schooling and thirst for Travel causes him to move North, where while he's attending school he runs into a Specific German at the bar.

He's a quiet dude, kinda nervous, and has very big "Homeschooled by a forest ranger" energy. Loves to infodump about animals, bugs, plants, you name it. Pretty decent survival skills, which also lends to him being a bit of a slippery captive.

I eventually want to put him in a situation with both Lawrence and Mason also, but I haven't been able to sit down and Think in a hot second. If he ends up in Strade's house, he either gets killed for attacking Ren or also gets pet-ified. In that instance, I really like the visual of Strade just having this duo of Fox pets that are constantly horny but also kind of at each others necks a lot (Male foxes have no chill around other male foxes)

I'm starting to get lost in the sauce here so I'll leave it there and if anyone wants to know more, I'd love to answer whatever curiosities may plague you!

[drabblesandimagines]

*looks both ways, hands you a $20* If you’re comfortable with it, poly Kazuki, Rei, and reader taking Miri to daycare and the daycare moms are going feral in the background or a date or anything with those wholesome train-wreaks somehow making things work. Thank you ♥️♥️

Thanks for the request, anon! I'm mainly a fluffy-type writer but I wanted to challenge myself and give this a go, albeit a few tweaks.

Please let me know what you think (anon or not!) <3 Buddy Daddies Pairings: Rei x Kazuki x you (polyamorous) Warnings: Nothing graphic, but implied. One swear word. Drabble under the cut if this isn't your sort of thing!

Aozora Daycare Moms (Non-Kazuki chat)

Sakura: Devastating news, ladies. Papa Kazuki looks to be off the market. Spotted looking very cosy earlier…

A photo of you and Kazuki is attached – the blonde man staring deep into your eyes, leaning across the table, a flirtatious smile on his face as the two of you enjoyed a mid-morning coffee. Your knees are brushing up against one another.

Yui: That doesn't mean anything, Sakura. They could just be friends catching up. I can’t believe you took photos!

Sakura sends a gif - a repeating video loop of you wiping the milk froth off of Kazuki’s top lip before he takes your fingers in his mouth and sucks, eyebrows raised seductively.

Aiko: Gosh, poor Papa Rei!

Mai: Poor Papa Rei? Poor me!

Masako: Sakura, did you really make a gif?!

Sakura: No, I took a video… my phone suggested it made a gif and I clicked okay.

Yui: I still think they could be just friends.

Sakura: Mm, and denial is also a river in Egypt.

Yui: ???

--

Mai: Ladies, HUGE developments. Huge.

Sakura: What?

A photo pops up, Rei and you, hand in hand, entering a video games store. Mai has drawn a big red circle around your intertwined hands in case it’s not obviously clear.

Sakura: Mai, that’s an awful picture. We need one from the front.

Mai: I’m working on it, jeez.

Ten minutes later…

Mai: You WON’t believe this.

Another photo, front on, of you and Rei, his arm now around your waist, keeping you snug to him as you walk down the aisle, browsing the shelves.

Masako: No, it can’t be.

Mai: It is.

Masako: No way.

Yui: Can’t be who?

Mai sends the photos of you and Kazuki and Rei and you, side by side.

Yui: Oh.

Yui: No, I still don’t understand.

Sakura: She’s dating the two of them?!  

Mai: YES.

Yui: Maybe they're just friends.

Aiko: Do you think this is why Rei looks so tired - the guilt?

Sakura: No, Rei’s so quiet and sweet. I can’t see him doing something like that to Kazuki, or Kazuki doing something like that to him! She's obviously two-timing them both and they have no idea.

Aiko: Oh, my goodness, you’re right. Poor papas. That’s awful.

--

Sakura: Out in the west side of the town for an errand and who do I see? The harlot and Kazuki! Rei did the drop-off this morning and seemed perky. I can’t stand it. I’m going to confront her.

Aiko: Sakura, don’t.

Mai: Sakura, YES.

Masako: Please.

--

“Kazuki, stop!” You giggle as the blonde man kisses your neck again. He’s been terrible all morning and you’re not quite sure what’s got into him. His hand slides up your thigh, dangerously close to going underneath your pleated skirt and you playfully slap it away. “I thought we were just going to have a nice lunch, what’s the matter with you?”

“It’s this outfit, it’s unfair…” He whines. It is quite the short skirt, but it hadn’t been your choice. You think now it might have even been on purpose, the scoundrel…

“Kazuki, fancy seeing you here!” A cheerful female voice chimes. You don’t recognise her, but Kazuki seems to, greeting her with a smile.

“Oh, Sakura! Yes, we’re just out for some lunch.” He nods to you, introducing you by name. “She’s my girlfriend. Sakura’s one of the other moms at daycare, baby.” Sakura’s face seems to darken at the nickname.

“Hi!” You smile brightly. Kazuki is a good-looking man – it’s not like you haven’t seen jealous women in the past.

“Mm, hello.” She replies, tersely. “Kazuki, would you mind awfully if we had a word in private?”

“Private? Er…” He looks at you, a puzzled look on his face. “What about?”

“I’m afraid I couldn’t say in present company.” She gives you a sour look. What on earth is this woman’s deal?

“Could we do this some other time, Sakura? I don’t mean to be rude but we don’t get much time alone together, you’ll understand, with kids and all…” He throws an arm around your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“Okay… I really didn’t want to do it this way, Kazuki, but I’m afraid she’s cheating on you.” Sakura places her hands on her hips, giving you a withering stare.

“Excuse me?!” You stand up from your seat but Kazuki pulls you back down to your seat immediately, preventing a cat fight. He knows your temper.

“You heard me, you harlot. It’s even worse, not only is she cheating, but she’s two-timing with Rei!"

Kazuki stares for a second before he erupts into laughter and you let out an exhale. Sakura looks back and forth between the two of you, in disbelief.

“I know that seems unlikely, but I’ve seen photos. I couldn’t stand to let this concubine hurt the two of you…” Her hand is rooting around in her purse now.

“What’s so funny?” Rei asks in his usual monotone voice, carrying a tray with a variety of drinks on top of it. Kazuki is laughing so hard he’s in tears. Rei places the tray down on the table and gives Sakura a hard stare.

Sakura is speechless now, trying to work out what on earth was going on. Was Aiko right and, actually, Rei and you were having an affair behind Kazuki’s back? Well, she couldn’t stand for that either. She locates her phone in her purse at last and scrolls through, finding the photographs of Rei and you in the video games store, looking particularly cosy. She hands it to Kazuki, who wipes a tear from his eye and looks.

“Oh.” His face settles back to a neutral position.

“Yes, oh.” Sakura chimes back.

Rei’s peering over Kazuki’s shoulder at the photo – his expression unreadable. He shrugs, before taking the seat the other side of you.

“Well, don’t you have anything to say for yourselves?” Sakura lectures down at you and Rei. Rei smirks, leans forward and makes eye contact with Kazuki, who gives him a sly grin. Rei’s hand slides around the back of your neck and jerks, turning you towards him before he forces his tongue into your mouth - not that you give much resistance - kissing you passionately, nibbling at your lip as if he was starved – his hand sliding up and under the skirt he’d bought for you at the same time.

He pulls away, leaving you breathless a moment and smiles up at Sakura who is standing there, shell-shocked. The audacity of the two of you, doing this in front of Kazuki! Poor, sweet Kazuki who looks... pleased? Kazuki then turns in his seat towards you, catching your chin in his hand and pulls you into his own kiss. He’s more gentle than Rei, his other hand caressing your head, running his fingers through your hair, softly kissing you over and over, before he pulls away.

“What on earth…?” Sakura forces out, looking in disbelief between the three of you.

“Sorry, I should’ve made it clear from the start, she’s our girlfriend.” Kazuki wraps an arm around your shoulders, and Rei’s hand rests back on your thigh. You’re flushed, trying to catch your breath. They’ve never done this in public before – not that you’re embarrassed. You mean, fuck, you love it when they tussle over you at home, but it just was so unexpected.

“I… I… I’m so sorry, Kazuki, Rei. I didn’t mean to…”

“I hope this won’t be an issue, Sakura. I really hope we can all still be friends.” The blonde states.

“Y-yes, of course,” she bows her head. “Forgive me for interrupting your…date. I’ll see you all at pick-up time - maybe.”

She backs away, her body shaking, before she high tails it out of there.

“That poor woman. You guys are jerks.” You giggle.

“We’re your jerks, though,” Rei whispers in your ear and you shudder.

“Hmm. I think I’m thirsty for something else now, actually. How about you, Rei?” Kazuki grins, getting to his feet and stretching.

“I wouldn’t argue. Come on, sweetheart.”

You had quite the afternoon.

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Masako: Sakura, what happened?! Did you confront them?

Aiko: Sakura, you can’t leave us hanging like this. I’m going to bring cookies to pick-up though in case they need consoling, poor things.

Sakura: I did it.

Masako: And?!

Sakura: They knew. They both knew.

Aiko: What, they knew she was dating both of them…?

Sakura: They’re all together. They’re polyamorous. I made such a fool of myself. Gosh. Mai: NO.

Yui: Polyamorous?

Aiko: Google it, Yui.

Yui: Oh!

Yui: ..do you think they’re looking for a fourth?

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[kim2248]

Deeply curious about Ronin's reaction to Y/N's death pre-Skybound retcon ESP @/the other ninja *insert eyes emoji here because trying to add them locks my keyboard's typing ability* mayhaps I'm just wanting to cackle over their faces over discovering this money laundering headache of theirs that comes and goes morally ambiguously went through an "accidentally adopted a child arc" while they weren't looking

Ahhh my very first inbox message, thank you anon!

Just so you know, this one request sent me spiraling and writing an entire alternative ending to Season 6 where I guess Jay doesn't reset everything?? And plenty of father-child angst so enjoy!

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''Took ya long enough, you missed all the fun.'' Ronin quipped after throwing a quick glance over his shoulder at the approaching Jay.

''You find (Y/N)?''

The silence he was met with was enough to make him turn around again, doing a double-take as he looked at Jay's hollow stare and his blood-trenched gi, still red and wet in places, although some of it had begun drying and turned into a shade of dark purple. A beat of silence passed where none of them dared speak, even Nadakhan was silent.

''Jay.'' Ronin's voice was trembling. ''Where is (Y/N)?''

Jay wasn't answering. Ronin repeated his question with more emphasis, taking one step towards the Lightning Ninja whose eye's were still fixated on the ground. The thief felt his heart drop at all it could imply and before long, he was up and running towards the ruin of a building Jay had come from, his breath growing labored and eyes growing panicked as he quickly scanned the cracked pieces of concrete lying about.

Maybe they'd been hit by some of the rubble. Maybe they just had their leg stuck under some and that's why he couldn't find them. Maybe they were just unconscious and that's why he couldn't hear their voice anywhere. Maybe it was anything but what he thought it would be.

Ronin called out their name, hoping for an answer. Nothing. He made his way through the remains of the temple, jumping over what used to be a wall and entering what looked like a ceremonial hall. The ground in front of him was caved in and when he looked down, he felt his blood run cold in his veins.

He froze. There was no adequate reaction to what his mind had to comprehend. Quietly, he felt his conscience curse himself for ever growing attached to a stupid teenager that decided to squat in his flat one day.

Ronin had seen many dead bodies in his life; of his enemies, of strangers, of his dearest friend. But nothing seemed to come close to what he saw that day.

Their head was twisted to the side, Ronin thought if he'd had to see their face he actually would have started crying on the spot, their arms were splayed out on either side of them and a puddle of blood had started pooling beneath them, the rocks scattered around partly painted in bloody handprints and smears.

Whatever had happened to them hadn't been an accident. Someone had killed them. And whoever that someone was, Ronin would make them pay.

Meanwhile, outside of the building the remaining Ninja were growing more than concerned.

''Jay, what's going on, talk to us!'', Lloyd said and put a hand on his shoulder.

''It's…the…he-'', Jay stuttered as he looked down at his hands which were dark red from the dried blood. He could still see the live fading in their eyes.

''Ohh, I understand now'', Nadakhan throatily chuckled, ''My, what a conundrum that must be for you, Jay. Two people so close to you being at each other's throats, quite literally. Now, who do you care about more? You've already forgiven a killer once, haven't you?''

''Jay, what's he talking about?'', Kai asked next to him.

The ginger bit his bottom lip in worry and turned his face away from the other Ninja, fists clenched tight. His eyes landed on the Djinn Blade on the ground. Nadakhan must've dropped it when he was shot with the venom.

''Funny how much can change just because of one simple wish, isn't it, Jay? Say, I'm curious, which one made it out alive? My bets are on the dagger-wielding one, though I would expect they would have some qualms about repeating past mistakes-''

In a rush of anger, Jay picked up the Djinn Blade lying on the ground and struck Nadakhan mid-taunting-laugh with an aggravated yell. The Djinn turned into a little orange light as the grating sound of stone breaking shattered through the air and islands around them started to slowly fall apart.

Before anyone could get a word out, Jay was shoved around and seized by the collar of his shirt by an angry Ronin, lifted up until his feet hung a few inches above the ground. Behind him, Nya could be seen, eyes wide and still in her white wedding dress, though the hem of it had been soiled by the mud it had been dragged through.

''What did you do?! What happened in there?!''

''N-not me-'', he could barely get the words out in the chokehold Ronin was holding him in.

''Well who was it, then?!''

''Guys?''

Everyone turned around to the person that had spoken. 'The Ninjas faces dropped, Ronin let go of Jay out of shock who promptly fell to the ground with a quiet 'oof'.

''COLE!''

All the Ninja except for Jay rushed to hug Cole and bombard him with questions.

''I-it was him…he…killed them.'', Jay quietly said with hurt eyes, gently massaging his neck where the collar of his shirt had dug into. Ronin was the only one who heard it, but it was all it took for him to walk up to Cole and punch him square in the face, knocking him over.

Immediatly, Kai, Zane and Lloyd moved to stand in front of their teammate while Jay scrambled to get up and hold the thief back from punching him again together with Nya.

''OW, what is wrong with you, Ronin?!'' Cole yelled as he sat up, clutching his now bleeding nose.

''What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you! You killed (Y/N) and you have the balls to just show up and let yourself be celebrated like some kind of deity returning from the dead!'', he accusingly pointed at the Earth Ninja on the ground.

The ground shook and a few more remaining islands started plummeting towards the ground.

''Guys, I think we better get out of here before the entire island comes down!'', Lloyd yelled.

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Hope you enjoyed this! So yeah, basically Ronin gets really angry and starts physically assaulting people because do you really think that mf would express his grief in a healthy way? He would undoubtedly cry later once he can be 100% sure he's alone and then probably uproot the entirety of Djinjago's remains to find their corpse and give them a proper burial. Aaand then he would probably vow to never let anyone get close to him ever again. And maybe turn to some mild to severe alcoholism. We'll see.

[mcrtyrized]

for all intents and purposes , he'd felt like he'd gone through life without having committed a single crime . records clean , never done anything insanely awful — least , not one he could think of off the top of his head . life for him had been all but exciting ; regular college lifestyle and seemingly normal goals ( though whether he was striving for them or not was debatable ) . he'd smoked pot every now and then with friends , but that shouldn't have landed him where he was .

his head hurt , as though someone had dropped heavy weights on the back of it . tinnitus , his ears were ringing incessantly as vision faded back in . the taste of iron upon his tongue and the ache in his jaw the first signs to tell him something was off . ivories slightly pried open by something metal , depths widening with fear and panic as his cries for help were absorbed by worn down walls of an abandoned , filthy warehouse bathroom .

the eerie silence and vast space an echo chamber for his whimpers , the sudden ache in his side snapping him out of his moment of broken sobs for help . lone television in the room sounding an abrupt fizzle — the janky , awkward turn of a white face donning red swirls upon comically high cheekbones , black sclera and red irises peering deep into leland's spirit .

❛ HELLO , LELAND . I WANT TO PLAY A GAME . ❜

the tonality in which the line was said bore weight that screamed danger . shaky hands adorned with dirt and what he wasn't sure was his own blood ; flying to the contraption around his head . couldn't understand why he was there ; he'd never done anything wrong ! only , it wasn't his game to play ... just merely a pawn in something bigger .

❛ i want you to see what i see . on the wall before you are mere glimpses of the key to your survival . x marks the spot ; if you do not locate the key in time , the device you are wearing will tear your face open — think of it as a sort of ... reverse bear trap . how much blood will you shed to stay alive , leland ? you have sixty seconds on the clock — live or die , make your choice . ❜

mahogany snap to vibrant red digital countdown to what could very well be his death , the tick - tick - ticking of the timer attached to the barbaric contraption the auditory cue to get his ass in gear . quickly does he scramble to his feet , panic causing heart to hammer away in his chest . x - rays upon the wall ; cranium and abdomen . shaky hands would grasp film , frantic eyes flitting back and forth .

❛ there's no x , ❜ a hushed , freaked out whisper . no indicator upon the sheets that were supposedly the key to his freedom , the ticking seemingly getting louder . ❛ c'mon , think ... think ! ❜

no room for cohesive thoughts as his mind a flurry of questions with no rational answers , though gaze settles on dirty porcelain with shattered mirror — this had to have been some sick joke , right ? couldn't think , couldn't hesitate for long . hastened steps to the mirror does he take a broken shard along with the x - rays , though it isn't long that he needs them as the dull ache of only hours old wounds cry for attention .

a quick rip of fabric to send buttons launching across filthy tile , skittering away to some corner he wished he too could hide away in . a quick look in the mirror ; fuck ... it could be behind his left eye . another glance , a site just above the hip bone on the right . a fifty - fifty chance at survival , and he'd only thirty seconds left to make the magic happen .

❛ fuck , ❜ leland whispered , the gravity of his position weighing on his conscious . a panicked pacing ; he couldn't cut into himself ! ❛ fuck ! ❜

a breath . ❛ you can do it . you can do it . ❜ after all , there was no one else there to push him through the inevitable . one hand to secure and make taut the flesh around the wound where other unbearably shaky one would dig deep , sending forth crimson ichor and black spillage . an echo of his cries to ricochet off of clammy lead - painted walls , fingers digging deep as flesh squelched from the invasion .

nothing .

eyes to go wide as realization hits ; it's behind his eye . time was of the essence , and though he'd dreaded the pain that would inevitably come , he'd had no choice . tick - tick - tick - tick - tick .

broken sobs would spill out of leland's mouth as glass slid against flesh , the white heat of pain making his face an inferno . something wet and slimy to fall out and dangle by gory thread ; adrenaline pumping enough to push him through , but not enough to numb the pain . behind it all , his goal as key was retrieved and caked in carmine . slippery fingers wild with want to be guaranteed freedom grasping for the padlock behind the device that were mere seconds from making him unrecognizable .

with mere seconds to spare , the satisfactory click of unlocking where desperate hands would tear the contraption from his head , watching it snap beside gouged eye upon the floor as the timer ended . a scream , though he wasn't sure where it came from — perhaps victory , of pain , of fear from what could have been . it'd long since been that he'd felt the desire to crawl into what should have been the comforting home of a parental embrace — of wishing to be sheltered .

but he was , at the very least , alive .

ALTERNATE ENDING

there was no way he could do it ; he'd heard that the human's natural instinctive desire for survival would almost always kick in without a doubt , but felt this was far different . he'd paced for what felt like hours with the shard of broken mirror in hand , grasping tight and slicing the flesh of his palm . he couldn't count the times he'd gone back to what remained of the mirror , peering at his reflection and bringing the glass to his eye — get the worst possible one out of the way first .

couldn't describe himself as a coward with no will to live ; no one in their right mind could gouge their own eye out , let alone doing so without knowing if the key was truly there . thirty seconds , gone at the blink of an eye , and his gut was churning with bile . god , help him , he was going to die .

❛ father which art in heaven , ❜ he'd drop to his knees , preparing for a fate he didn't entirely deserve as prayer fell from his lips for the first time since he were just merely a little boy . ❛ i ask you take me as i am and absolve me of all my sins . ❜

ten seconds . ticking away .

❛ please god . ❜

the final tick , and a loud tear like something of velcro pulling apart . the snapping of bone and the splatter of crimson slick . the flesh of inner maw sent flying , though he'd not die on the spot . involuntary bodily twitching the final remnants of energy as leland's body experienced all of the pain , his body slumping forward onto the tile . grout being vermillion trail between the joints —

GAME OVER .

[stamour]

3 - 5 DEFINING THINGS .

fill in the categories below with 3 - 5 things your character can be defined by. REPOST. DON'T REBLOG!

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 / 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒:

friendly, welcoming, optimistic, loving, obsessive

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:  

—      within the organized chaos of a busy set , their voice reassures and guides to where you need to be .   head leans towards you to listen to any concerns and eyes hold gaze to make sure you’re seen and heard ; an odd sensation of warmth and coldness washes over you but it’s brushed off . —      you’re part of the routine , a few times a week and she knows your name , knows your prefer tea over coffee , knows you're making plans to visit family for the holidays . you’re a little more than acquainted but a little less than a friend . a wide smile is flashed as she leaves and says she’ll see you again soon , as if you were as certain as to her days as the sun that rises every morning . —       when the door opens and reveals him on the outside , it always catches you by surprise how solid he feels . you feel too hot when your cheek presses against him but it's welcoming ; cold , yes and unyielding like marble but it's what you need . it’s been a rough week for the both of you but he seems to be doing better than you ( for your sake , you're sure ) . it's reassuring how determined he is to make you happy . . . this may not be a cure but it’ll make things better for a little while . —       things are always emptier the days they are missing . you realize how much space they occupy , the presence they command when they're not there . and after relentless probing and you finally learn the address of their home they never tell you about , and you push open the gate even after they beg you to leave , they’re barely recognizable , a normally bright and lively disposition now drained and sickly . it feels uncanny , it feels like death . you barely have time to register who this is in front of you , there's something in their pale eyes that isn't who you think it is ― and then there’s pain . . . then there’s nothing .

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:  

pinks and blues ranging from soft pastel to neon against a dark background . deep mahogany red a shade hard to discern from black even when it catches the sun .

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:  

citrus, coconut, cedar, cherry-flavored candy and a very, very faint hint of iron that could just be imagined

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆:  

—       bold and bright pieces that look out of place outside of work schedules . more often then not, centered around something a shade of pink or red —       loose - fitting button - down shirts and cardigans slipping to expose collarbones —       sweatpants and running shorts in greys and black , paired with an oversized hoodie for lazier days —       heeled ankle boots that exaggerate height in a variety of colors and designs —       too much jewelry layered on top of one another . necklaces, rings, bracelets, chains and piercings that can’t be real and jingles gently as they walk

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:  

—       smartphone almost always on their person. set to silent except for family and manager but the rest of the notification still illuminates the screen when it’s unlocked —       a pink elephant keychain that was gifted by a fan. occasionally, they’re caught seen with it attached to a bag or with their keys and it trends on twitter for the rest of the day —       boxes of letters sitting on the bookshelf in the “study”. collection of all sorts; fan letters, love letters, unsent letters. beside is an organizer of neatly placed stationary items waiting to be used —       red lollipops seen caught between lips more often than not. the smell and taste of cherry almost permanently stains their tongue and teeth —       various crochet items finding neat spots around the apartment, ranging from small animals, to hats, to cardigans, to and from the ones treasured most

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 / 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒:  

—       frequently checking in, also can be called “stalking”. a fear of abandonment drives them to consistently wonder who, what, where and when —       hypocritical. what they do is justified, however, what you do can be fixed —       romanticizing to the point of becoming blindly optimistic. expecting a dream - like fairytale and anything less is an personal attack —       binging. playing a dangerous waiting game and expecting different results than spending hours on the hard tile floors, scrubbing at red stains —       avoidant of things that are important. incapable of letting people peak at the ugly face behind the mask, to be seen as anything other than fun and happy-go-lucky

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:  

—       at ease but with confidence that draws attention to them immediately. they enter the room knowing that they are the most interesting person there —       touchy and has been that way with everyone they meet. seen in interviews and behind the scenes videos, their hand always finds their way into someone else’s, or squeezes an arm, or rests on a knee, or used as a guide at the small of back. an arm circles around a waist, shoulder pressed against another shoulder, knee nudging against a leg gently. —       effortless with their movements, fluid and graceful as if everything is a dance. they move swiftly but sometimes, too quickly for the eye to catch —        expressive facial features, their feelings are written right there in their eyes and the way they part their lips. pouting is annoyingly frequent and doe - eyes tend to get them what they want —       goes into episodes of uncanny stillness. not a muscle twitched, or gentle rise and fall of chest can be caught. not even a blink. they become as frozen as a statue, as if forgetting they’re alive at all

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:  

leftover candy wrappers, vintage movie posters, lipstick stains on the collar of a shirt, fangs exposed by a wide smile and glossed lips, neon lights in a church

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄:  

—       spotless about ninety percent of the time. enjoys cleaning and probably nearing an obsessive point —       a strangely empty kitchen with only a few stray utensils and random food items that couldn’t be made into a meal even if they tried hard enough. a styrofoam box is shoved into the back corner of the fridge behind random assortment of items that no one could actually sustain themselves on —       it’s always too hot or too cold in the apartment as temperature never bothered them. the thermostat remains untouched.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒:  

—      pink party by isaac dunbar —      yuck by charli xcx —      tipsy by chloe x halle —      touch tank by quinnie —      someone new by hozier

[fluffomatic]

I'm curious about what happened in your dream!

Ahhh I'm glad ur curious! So I'm just gonna paste the story how I told my friend cause I don't feel like retyping it all. The only thing I changed was how I referred to them cause when I told her the dream they were still unnamed, undesigned characters. Hope you like a bit of a long read! Nothing too bad and I'm not going into a lot of detail but maybe one day I'll write a fic about it! Rest under the cut!

So basically, I had a dream with one of my antags warriors getting captured by Tanner and Anna. The warrior is a white-haired, expert magic user, so they secluded him in this white room, attached bracelets that weakened his magic abilities and removed his shoes, replacing them with "special boots". Sure, you can figure out what kinda boots they were, lol. I've been seeing others designing tickle shoes so I guess my brain decided it really liked it 🤣 So Ilkari didn't know what the shoes were at first and was demanding answers but he was ignored as the workers who changed his shoes left him in the room alone. He sat there waiting until suddenly the shoes slowly started filling with a liquid that made his feet more sensitive and shortly after the shoes flared to life. It started slow and very soft to let him know what exactly was happening. He was left a giggling silly mess. After a while of soft, gentle tickling, the boots get worse and worse until he's screaming with laughter. After enough time, Tanner shuts the boots off and joins Ilkari in the room. They take them off him and rub his feet to calm him down and starts to ask him questions about Lucifer. He quickly spills cause Tanner is actually nice to him, and he doesn't realize a leader could be nice. Embarrassingly, he realized he actually likes being tickled. Tanner gives him this belt thingy and sends him back to his old master. Tanner isn't gonna hold this guy prisoner, and he's too embarrassed to tell Lucifer what happened to him so they're fine. The belt is more like a corset that doesn't actually smoosh anything, lol. Basically, it's connected to this mannequin torso that Tanner has, and every time Ilkari is alone before bed, Tanner will tickle him via the mannequin. One day, Ilkari's friend, who is also a warrior, comes to visit right before the whole tickling thing is supposed to happen. His friend, Ulrich, looks like Thor but from the game God of War, but instead of red, long hair, it's shorter, and he's got a big beard. He's super tall and kind of stoic, but he has a soft spot for his friends. Big demon softy, basically. Ilkari tries to get Ulrich to leave but he won't and soon he's doubled over trying not to laugh. Ulrich is confused and he has no choice but to explain what happened, which was hard cause Tanner was going ham now so he was laughing like a maniac. Ulrich takes him back to Tanner's castle and they bring them both to their bedroom. They take the corset off of Ilkari and let's him rest as they and Ulrich sit and talk. After some time he realizes how much better Tanner is and they both decide to stay. And now they both get tickled by Tanner cause of course Tanner would try to tickle Ulrich too! They collect lees.

[ephemeralove]

❤️🔥🔫

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

the first thing to come to mind is acts of service! katarina is practically at all times thinking of the people most important to her and the things she can do for them. as someone whose upbringing made them something of a tool, a means to an end, doing things for people is most natural to her. in devoting herself and her energy to others, she makes their lives easier, even in small or imperceptible ways. thinking of these things and doing them make her very, very happy.

at the same time, i think her service in love and her service in loyalty can look very similar -- after all, she's spent her whole live serving someone or another. while it's something that brings her happiness and can be performed in adoration, it's also not exclusive to it. if you for some reason wanted to differentiate the two (humor me HAHA), i think the key is touch! i hc that she isn't all too fond of touching others, being a bit skittish and reserved unless she knows, trusts, and loves them, in which case she craves physical affection but never asks for it. if she actually asks for or offers it, congratulations! katarina will now die for you

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

BOY DOES SHE! it's mostly katarina's mentality that's self destructive -- physically, she maintains decent shape so as to remain capable and avoid worrying others. in her head and heart, however, she is often self-derogatory. her self confidence is a work in progress, often hindered by her mental de-humanization of herself... and to a lesser extent her attachment to others eclipsing her love for herself, though this will probably balance out in time. ...slowly,

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

katarina is in sort of a weird spot with this one! honestly, she's usually the one doing the betraying, and she's not so painfully lacking in self awareness that she wouldn't consider that others could do the same. it's never not a note in the back of her mind, but it's typically shelved rather than at the forefront based on her judgement of others' character. while it isn't the same thing as her trust, her affection is painfully easy to acquire; show her any personal warmth or kindness and her attachment to you skyrockets. trust is comparatively a bit harder to earn, but with that personal affection she will definitely want to trust you, and it will still color her judgement.

at first glance it's a bit ironic, but it's incredibly hard to get her to turn her back on something or someone. even in fe12, she was willing to be killed in order to maintain her 'loyalty' to the woman who raised her. so, rather than being ironic, i think the fact that kris manages to convince her to stop fighting speaks to just how much they truly mean to her. beaming a quote into ren's head specifically: "in the end, he chose mercy. he chose love, and i was undone."

which leads into the rest of my answer: it would depend on how you look at it! her heart belongs with kris, with marth. with their archanea, their seventh platoon. she would never betray them, but conversely, she would do anything for them. they could stab her in the back if they wanted, though she knows they never would. she wouldn't hold it against them.

[ryuzakemo128]

The Angel Of Death

Chapter Six: Identity

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Trigger Warning(s): Cursing, Angst

Pairing: (Later on) Thomas Shelby x Red (Female Reader)

It's been months since the last conversation between both Red and Thomas. Even longer since Red had been spotted anywhere near the Garrison. Her motives laid bare and open, obvious to the intended target. Mister Campbell was the easier to avoid than the other two. Sooner or later, she would have to come out of hiding. But it was a matter when and where she'd show up.

"Where have you been the past few fucking months Red?" Galina asked her, beyond furious at this point.

"I have a feeling my old employer wants me dead."

"Based on what evidence?"

"Based on the fact that I have been receiving dead ravens at my front door, along with letters attached to them. Before you ask, no I am not making this up"

"Why didn't you ask for help?"

"I ask for help from you and he'll kill you too. Not to mention go after Masha as well."

"Still helping you though, we'd have to make sure anyone outside of us two don't find out."

"Agreed, last thing we need is for either Mister Campbell or The Peaky Blinders finding out we're under attack."

"Has he threatened you in anyway?"

"To tell both sides my identity, my real identity. I can't have him do that or let him."

"I'll post a few guards around here, just to keep you safer. I know you can fend for yourself."

"If it helps you sleep at night, go ahead. I won't stop you"

"I'll tell our mutual friend and associate that you can't work at the moment."

"What if he asks why"

"I hadn't thought of that part. I suppose there isn't anything other than either lie or tell the truth about what is currently happening right now."

"I'll tell him, if I must. But I would prefer it you did or told him the truth. But not the entire thing. Otherwise, I'll have to answer more questions, the uncomfortable kind."

"I'll delay the truth for as long as possible. No longer than that."

"Thank you for your help Galina."

"Thank me later"

"Mister Campbell is dead by the way," George said to the two of them.

"How did he die?"

"Gunshot wound by an unknown assailant."

"When did this happen?"

"Derby Day."

"I want you guys to go out there and sniff out as much information about what happened and why it happened" Red paid him forty pounds in advance for him to gather that much information at once.

"I have a bad, a very bad feeling about this Red."

"It won't be pretty that's for damn sure."

"I'll go see what I can do on my end and I'll get back to you when I have anything."

"See you later Galina"

"See you later Red"

Red didn't have to worry about Mister Campbell anymore, but that didn't concern her in the first place and it made her feel more uneasy at the thought that it happened without anyone noticing the gunshot.

"I'm either paranoid or this is too much of a coincidence for both of these incidents to coincide with each other. Either way, it's not good." She thought to herself.

Despite the set back, she is ready raring to get back into work. Even if she'd have to hide in order to get it done. Red took assassination assignments that were too hard for any of Galina's assassins. In turn her more experienced spies took on the difficult assignments. In this case, finding out who killed Mister Campbell and why.

The year came closer and closer towards an end, meaning more time to find out what to prepare for when it came to her old employer trying to kill her. If it came to it and she couldn't do it on her own. She would ask for help from The Peaky Blinders. Only as a last resort and in the event that she couldn't handle it by herself.

1923

Red is at her wits end and her anger, her temper just continued to be bottled up. She never lashed out at anyone, although she did lash out at her old employer, Ivan Steponov.

"Nothing lasts forever"

"Nothing is kept secret forever. Even when it should be."

"You've had a good run, Red. But it's time I put to stop to you."

"I quit remember. I left to find someone who didn't treat me as their personal Grim fucking Reaper." Before Ivan could say another word, "So fuck off to whatever hole you crawled out of and leave me alone. Otherwise there will be hell to pay."

She walked out of the room, while making eye contact showing that she is no longer afraid of him. Red started a war with Ivan at that moment, she knew and felt like it would be the only way to get it through that thick skull of his.

[nodutra19]

Speculating On Deltarune A Bit

I just watched Keyan Carlile's video on old Gravity Falls theories, and it got me to make this post which I've been meaning to do for a hot minute. This is just gonna be an obsessive's ramblings based off other stories he likes.

KRIS AND RALSEI

Noelle already speculates that Ralsei looks somewhat like Asriel, although chances are Toby is gonna twist our balls on this one since she never outright says who Ralsei resembles which would make this a great red herring. Now that I think about it, if Susie has been in Hometown for a while and didn't move in recently, the fact she says nothing about Ralsei's appearance might mean Asriel looks different. Or maybe she is a recent resident and simply didn't know Asriel when he was younger since she still hints that Ralsei bares a resemblance to Toriel. Could go either way.

That aside, let's get to what I wanted to say: Since Kris and Asriel are siblings and were more than likely raised together, and if Ralsei does resemble Asriel, maybe the reason why Kris is so averse to the Ralsei tea and in general seems to get uncomfortable around Ralsei is because he resembles their sibling. I mean seriously, imagine if you found a fucking spitting image of your sibling in a different world when your actual brother is off somewhere else, and this doppleganger looks younger (let's presume Asriel appears older just like Kris does than Frisk and Chara), and some entity you can't comprehend keeps putting you two together like a child does their Ken and Barbie dolls. Of course you'd be repulsed! I don't think I've seen a lot of people reflect on that. JaruJaru somewhat does it with his befuddling (if intriguing) theory of how Ralsei came to be, but he does it on a "What if Kris accidentally killed Asriel and his dust was left in a spot for the Dark World?," but really think about it: some force beyond you seems adamant in putting you in fluffily romantic situations with someone who heavily resembles your brother, don't matter if y'all're related by blood or not. This idea came to me as a joke tweet but then I actually thought about it and I suddenly got new dimensions. I doubt this is wjat Toby Fox is playing at but still. After all, Kris seems very attached to Asriel. On that note...

2. KRIS AND ASRIEL

This is way more on the fanfic/what if scale of things, but what if Asriel isn't the best brother? I revisited an old manga I shall not name, but essentially the protagonist loved his big brother and saw him as an angel, almost a God. But once he looks into his brother, he finds out over time that he wasn't the best person. Unlike Asriel, this big brother was unkind and aloof, often antagonistic to others and repulsed by them, "loving" only his little brother. Maybe Asriel didn't mistreat Kris, but I doubt Toby Fox will give us an angel, and more than likely I feel Asriel might know more than the average person.

There's a lot of mystery surrounding his bond with Kris, so it can go in any direction. We got the pure Asriel in Undertale through flashbacks of him as a child, but we all saw how co-dependent he was as an adult(?), and how corrupt he became as Flowey.

I originally had way more to say but this is all that actually came out as words. Everything else whittled away to nothingness. I got no damn idea how the Command Route is gonna play with all these either.

[codythesemiaquaticwerewolf]

The Werewolf of Mallorca

Palma, Mallorca (not to be confused with La Palma), such splendid & elegant city filled with old quaint streets dating back to the late Middle ages, there have been a few myths & legends around this particular place, both known & obscure.

The Dragon of Na Coca, The Hunchback & Na Joana, Nicolau The Fish, etc. But none can be compared to a new recent myth that have began to appear since the 2020s, I present to you, the one and only... Cody, The Werewolf of Mallorca

Cody himself is a mysterious individual, taking the form of an bipedal/humanoid wolf with brown & white fur, he has glistening blue eyes that look like the ocean, he wears indigo & purple swim trunks along with a black cape (which has a wide hole in it), he carries an leather bag that has the color of aqua cyan.

He wears two bracelets, one on his right wrist (bracelet consisting of multiple scuplted shapes & symbols), the other on his left ankle (bracelet is of the color light green with an red heart symbol on it), he also wears a necklace with a sun pedant attached to it, we will talk about it later.

The first sightings of Cody first began in early 2021, when a witness was walking in the streets of Palma at night when they spotted what appears to be a dog in a black cape sitting near the docks looking towards the sea, curious, the witness approaches the dog to get a closer look, only for the witness to instead find Cody.

The "werewolf" then turns around and greets the witness with "Hello, my name is Cody! And you?", the witness then runs around from the spot. "When I saw it, I thought it was just a guy in a costume, I did not expect for it to blink & move their mouth." Unfortunately, nobody believed the witness' encounter with the entity and deemed them "crazy".

Cody lives his life in curiosity about the island he resides in, exploring various locations & sights ever known to Mallorca, he can also be spotted looking over in the balconies of several buildings (it is unknown how he got in them), even the hotel receptionists & guests also have their own accounts of the creature. They state that the werewolf came to the hotels to check them out, he waves at them & passes by, the residents were incredibly weirded out when they first meet him.

"I don't think that werewolf thing is hostile," said the receptionist of one of the hotels & resorts "they may be harmless and just wants to explore the world, call me insane if you want to."

Just as the receptionist stated, Cody is actually friendly & means no harm, he can also help people who are injured greatly, there was this one time where an camper was taking a stroll through the woods when they're nearly attacked by a bear, they luckily escaped but they tripped & has sustained a major injury on their arm. That's when they find Cody who is wandering in the forest, after seeing the camper looking hurt, he approached them and asks if they're ok. He then reaches into his leather bag, pulls out a piece of cloth and wraps it around their arm where the injury is located, the camper then feels better now & healed.

"It's very suprising how a kind creature from the woods came to me & healed me," says the camper in a interview "I wonder if others have seen it too."

However, Cody isn't a regular werewolf, rather, he has another form in store. When he clutches his sun necklace (which has a hidden shark tooth beneath it) Cody's appearance would then change to look a little fish-like but still wolf looking, gaining fins on his elbows, shoulders & waist along with an shark fin on his back (within the hole on his cape). He grows webbing between his fingers/paws, aswell between his arms & torso. His feet then elongates (the toes united with webbing) & flattens like a piece of pancake or leather, turning them into flexible flippers while still keeping his paw pads (though, it's hard to walk on land with them as Cody usually trips on them).

He also gets gills both on his neck, chest (usually hidden by fur) and probably on his snout. His ears will then also look slighty shark-like and his fluffy tail will also become fish-like with the tip having slighty transparent fins. On top of that, the pedant on his necklace will also change from a sun to a crescent moon (the bottom tip of the crescent moon appears to be missing as if taken off).

While Cody is in this aquatic form, it allows him to be able to swim & propel underwater faster & farther (using his fins, webs, wolf fish tail but mostly his paw flippers, usually dolphin kicking with them), aswell as to breathe & survive underwater thanks to his gills without drowning (though bubbles still come out from his nose & mouth often). To change back to just werewolf, he has to clutch the necklace again. Few have encountered Cody while in this form.

One account claims to have witnessed Cody in his aqua-wolf form, they were scuba diving under the sea when they spotted what appeared to be an "abnormally large fish", they then follow the tail only to discover him swimming around the ocean, enjoying the sights & sounds of it. Cody then waves with his webbed hands to the diver & says "Oh umm hi, how are you?" (though the bubbles from his mouth make it difficult to understand), again none believe the scuba diver's story to be true.

Another witness also claimed to have seen cody transforming from a regular werewolf to his aquatic form, describing it as "bizarre and probably was hallucinating". Others also said that while they were on boat or fishing trips in the ocean, they spotted Cody doing a dolphin flip to the surface.

However, the more common the Cody sightings get, the more they started to believe it. Unfortunately, this caused a lot of unconfirmed hoaxes to spread like wildfire, mostly suggesting that the werewolf is "dangerous".

This led to an angry mob starting a hunt for the creature, fortunately, they weren't able to find him around the island as if he have vanished or have hidden out somewhere & knew it was gonna happen.

This also led people to tie him to a specific conspiracy referred to as "The Mallorca Critter Invasion" that involves similar Mallorca myths & legends, such as "The Caped Grey Fox Mage" & possibly "his twin sister", "The Cyber Artic Wolf", "The Shapeshifting Salamander", "The Prince of The Shadows" or reports of a "blue & green dragon wearing an lock necklace/collar". The conspiracy states that there is an unknown force that's drawing these creatures to the island, even connecting them to the egg sculpture near the Es Baluard modern art museum and a strange pink symbol painted in the exterior walls of several old buildings & structures.

"I don't know what's going on in Mallorca nowadays." One of the investigaters stated "Is it just me or there is a hidden portal hidden somewhere in the island that allowed the critters to arrive here."

Another interesting tidbit is that if one is able to make friends with Cody, they are given a bracelet that has a certain color, symbolizing their friendship with him (as stated in a diary from a 8-9 year old child who was saved by Cody from being drowned while on a boat trip with their father).

The Werewolf of Mallorca sightings still continue to this day...

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Hi guys! This is my story introduction to Cody, heh, this piece was made back in January 2022 (last year). It was inspired by numerous things such as night walks I did when I was little, Silent Hill, Antihoney, Dream World on Roblox (other liminal spaces not included in the game too) and several character descriptions that were used to be in the old Katmandu Park website.

Thank you guys so much for joining in! :3