#them so they can get off and theyre using your hand like a dog while you’re practically unaffected?

[littleplantfreak]

been thinking about ur fav assisting you with the hand job you’re giving him. Either you’re not used to giving one or maybe their cock is big enough that your hand can’t wrap around fully, but regardless it has them putting their hand over yours and showing you how they like it. They’re dribbling over both your hands with pre and really all you have to do is watch while they use your hand to get themselves off atp

[gothghostiie]

@pricegotmedickmatized gave me brain worms and now everyone has to suffer through it

based off of what she had to say about this

cw: poly!141, anal, fingering, dacryphilia, impact play (spanking, slapping), hair pulling, humiliation, spit, manhandling, condensation, degrading, overstimulation, toys, mild bondage, mean/cruel!price, soaps ass is referred to as cunt exclusively, simon is a sweet lil crybaby, price is a dom and his subs have yet to unionise

now the sweet boys are in trouble and need to be set straight. and how else would he do that but to take one of the things they love most and turn it on them? price isn't stupid, he's cruel. he can be anyway. and the boys know theyre in for it when price calls them into his office and he's sat with his arms crossed, desk empty save for some scattered papers and notes, cigar in his mouth. they knew this was coming, they just didn't know when or how. now they're gonna find out.

"boys." his tone is low and surprisingly gentle, with just a hint of condensation. they know they majorly fucked up with what they did, not even begging and pleading will help them now, they dont even try. "you don't learn, do you?" he sighs and stands up, bones cracking in the process. "my father always used to say 'if you won't listen, you'll have to feel'. and you havent veen listening very well, have you?" they collectively shake their heads, John hums. he eyes them over for a moment, then knocks on the desk to get their attention. "Kyle, John. Sit down." he commands, they both do like eager dogs. Simons stomach forms a pit, he knows he's first and he knows why.

"Simon." Price snaps him out of his thoughts. "over here." he taps his desk with his thick fingers, one hand rummaging through the usually locked drawer of his desk, pulling out a bottle of lube. Simon walks over without a word and bends over the desk, hands fiddling with his belt before pulling his pants down just enough to show his chubby buttcheeks, then he tucks his arms under his head. Price chuckles. "Attaboy." he hums, lubing 3 of his fingers up before letting some of the cold liquid dribble down Si's crack.

The big guy shivers, burying his masked face in his arm quietly as price rubs his tight pucker gently. "you all remember your safewords?" Price asks into the room, they all give a quiet 'yes captain', he nods with a pleased hum; then sinks two fingers past the resistance of the muscle. Si groans, tensing up ever so slightly as Price works him open carefully, taking his time to make sure it wont hurt too bad. Simon usually isnt the culprit of these stupid ideas and John knows it, but unfortunately for him breaking the biggest, toughest of them and making him crumble before even touching the others strikes a good amount of fear into the two younger men.

"there, there." he coos quietly, almost dismissively as the man cries out while adding a third finger, his free hand patting the scarred hip. the others watch closely, Johnny is already hard as a rock while kyle still watches in anticipation and a bit of fear, knowing that Price is getting out the big guns here.

"take it." Price warns before replacing his fingers with his cock, slowly pushing in inch by inch. Simon bites the sleeve of his hoodie to muffle the pathetic groan that comes from the back of his throat, but it's no use when Price starts thrusting and he starts moaning. John knows exactly how to drive each of them up the wall and he's not afraid to use it - its long, hard strokes for simon, big hands gripping the bigger body tightly to make sure he feels himself under control of someone smaller than him.

"don't know why you keep doin' this.." John murmurs, breathing harder already. "letting these two knuckleheads get you into trouble with them.. you don't even join them, but they always tell you their little plans - and instead of telling me like a good boy you just let them drag you into this mess." Price snorts as simon whimpers, thrusts growing harder. "could just come to me and get rewarded for telling me what they're up to - you could be watching them get punished right now while you're allowed to use your favourite toy - but you didn't tell. you're not a little snitch." Simons back muscles tense, he's so sensitive when he's not ghost.

"now look at you.. you're already crying aren't you?" he chuckles, patting Simons ass like you would pet a dog. "you're so easy to break. always have been, haven't you?" a sob emerges from the bunched up fabric, price chuckles as he angles his thrusts different, now hitting Simons prostate harshly, making him jump and whine like a hurt puppy. it doesnt take long before simons hips start twitching and trying to pulm back, but before he knows it he's cumming into his own bunched up clothes with a hiccup. John thrusts a few more times before pulling out slowly, watching the reddened hole cling to his cock. "it's alright, don't you worry. I like my boys weak."

He pats his hip one more time before letting him get up, eyes wet and red, getting pitiful looks from the other two - at least until price's voice catches their attention once again. "Kyle." he nods to his desk and kyle gets up with a mix of fear and excitement; soap frowns as his painfully hard cock twitches again. he's not sure what's in this for him; considering it wasn't his idea. he did go along with it but it wasn't his idea, so that should count for something. right?

"Strip." fuck. kyle feels his face get hot and starts stripping down until hes naked, hes smart enough to not question whether underwear needs to go too. once hes bare he bends over the desk. Price makes a short process out of it, grabbing cuffs from the drawer and cuffing his hands behind his back before grabbing the lube again and stretching Kyle's hole out too. he's a bit more rough than with simon but not by much, instead letting his fingers immediately find his prostate, sending shivers down his spine. the feeling gets kyle hard and leaky within record time, giving a disappointed groan, earning him a slap on the ass from price. "dont you groan at me." he says with a strict tone, making kyle flinch a bit.

"Sorry Cap.." another slap, no words. "Fuck- I'm sorry Captian!"

"that's better." he sinks his cock into the tight hole without warning, making him arch his back. he holds still and kyle things he's getting time to get used to the feeling of being stretched, to calm down a moment - but just when he does he feels price reach underneath his hips, followed by the feeling of something cold, tight wrapping around his cock. Kyle's eyes widen as he realises what's happening, but Price already starts thrusting into him, quick hollow strokes that force the younger man to thrust into the fleshlight underneath him, eyes rolling back and head lolling forward. the sight makes John chuckle, shaking his head. "already? really?" he asks with an amused tone, moving the fleshlight in time with his own hips. it send kyle drooling and moaning shamelessly, his orgasm coming quicker than he'd like - but Price doesnt stop and Gaz knows what he's doing now. a desperate look crosses his face when he feels his balls tighten again within just minutes.

"Captain-"

"shut it." He immediately pipes down, putting his head down. "you brought this on yourself." Kyle knew he was right, unfortunately. he whimpers as the second orgasm washes over him, making him twitch and tremble under price's relentless thrusting. He shakes his head, trying to get some kind of plea out, but all that sounds through the room is a gurgled cry, followed by a dark chuckle. "just one more, then I'll stop fucking you." Price promises, kyle nods weakly. The thrusts grow deeper, he squeezes the fleshlight tight to make it harder for the poor boy.

"Takin it good, aintcha? always were good at taking what you deserve." he hums, squeezing the muscular ass he's thrusting into. "such a pretty boy. a shame you're such a brat - or more that you're dragged along so easy. can't think for yourself, can you?" Price groans as kyle clenches around him. "so easy to talk into things.. you're not even putting up a fight against me now, even if you feel like you're gonna pass out." another gurgled moan from Kyle. "yea, yea, keep telling yourself that pretty boy."

a few more thrusts send him over the edge once again and Price actually holds his promise - he does pull out and stops fuckinh kyle, but of course that wouldn't be a proper punishment. no, instead he grabs a midsized vibrator, using some of the leftover lube from Kyle's stretched hole to slick it up. John makes a show of it just to taunt johnny, who's squirming in his seat, eagerly waiting for his 'punishment' - price knows its impossible to properly punish the little pervert without him enjoying it too much.

gently pushes the toy into Kyle's ass and throws simon the remote, he knows the rules - don't turn it off unless he tells him to, don't let him have too much fun, don't keep it on the same setting too long. price helps kyle put on his boxers, making sure the fleshlight stays firm on his cock, tucked under the waistband in front. he helps him stand up and almost sends him on his way - but not without putting a pair of clamps on his nipples, the one with little bells on them. gives them a little flick, drawing a wince from Kyle before finally letting - or rather making - him sit down.

he glances at soap now, whos practically been dry humping the air up until now. "here, boy." his tone is much stricter. the whole thing was soap's idea and he knows it, sometimes he wonders if the pervert gets in trouble on purpose. the man beams and gets up, losing his clothes on the way already, scattering them across the office. "at least you can do that right." Price mutters, tangling his fingers in the shorter mans mohawk, pulling him closer. "think you're slick, don't you?" he whispers calmly, looking down at the grinning face.

"I'd say I'm pretty slick, Sir." That earns him a harsh slap across the face but it just makes his cock twitch.

"fucking hell. you're a proper whore." it's something he constantly gets to hear, but that doesn't make it any less exciting. price shakes his head and spits in his face before pushing him onto the desk, chest down and face pressed into the wood. his pointy canines show with his grin, even when price starts raining down slaps on the bubble butt sticking out from him arching his back. "you're a filthy little pervert." he grunts with effort, making sure to tan his ass red, leaving handprints all over as soaps cock leaks. "can't even punish you proper, you're too stupid to understand when you've been bad." he scoffs. "like an untrained mutt, wagging his goddamn tail while you're cussing him out.. thinking he's gonna get a treat.." soap moans loudly, the others watch with amusement. they know this scene too well, having seen it over and over again. and it's the same every time.

It takes a good few smacks before soaps horny moans turn pained, a few more to make his face scrunch up. "you finally getting it now?" John scoffs. "you're not here to have fun. I'll make sure you remember it." he lets go of soaps mohawk now, stepping behind him and putting his hand on the red, hot cheeks, digging his fingers into the burning flesh and pulling them apart to reveal his hole. "jesus Christ.." Price says, a twinge of disgust in his voice. "look at this sloppy fucking cunt." he shakes his head, spitting directly on it. "so fucking loose. you been offering it to everyone you come across, haven't you?"

he lets go of one cheek and slaps the slightly gaping hole, making soap jump, cock twitching. John sighs. "lets get this over with.." he mutters, without warning he pushes his entire length into the man in one thrust, making him howl. "there we go." he grunts, fingers digging harder into the fat of his ass as he starts thrusting, deep and sloppy, just like his cunt. Soap drops his head forward and moans loudly, holding onto the edge of the desk that's shaking with the force of the thrusts. Price grunts, free hand tangling in the mohawk once again, pulling his head up. "look at them. had to fucking ruin them because of your stupid idea, you god damn brat." he cusses him out, sounding like an angry father. "See that? poor kyle, squirming with a vibe in his ass, all fucked out and tired because you had to go and be a brat again." he spits down onto his hole again. "and simon. look at those red, puffy eyes. you made him fucking cry. you happy now?" he asks harshly; but johnny just moans loudly, fingers digging into the wood harder. hes already so close, he's been waiting his turn for so long.

"of course you are. dont care for anything but your own pleasure." he scoffs. "fucking pathetic. and you call yourself a soldier." another smack lands on his ass, then another. soaps cock is dripping precum by now, hips pushing up. "should dishonorably discharge you and keep you around as a stress relief instead, teach you a lesson in camaraderie. but youd just like that, wouldn't you? taking cock after cock, load after load until your slutty cunt is ruined and full of cum-" he's cut out by a loud, pathetic moan and soaps cum shooting against the underside of the desk in thick ropes. price groans and smacks his ass sharply.

"you god damn.." he trails off, thrusting harder, gripping him tighter. soap whines and clenches around him, head pulled back even harder by him. he knows john is close - of course he is, he's held back from cumming the whole time - and he knows he's the one who's gonna get the precious load. at least that's what he thinks.

he thinks it until price pulls out, feeling the thick, sticky liquid dribble onto his back, price lets go of his hair and grips his own cock, pumping it rapidly to get every last drop of cum out and onto soaps back; who let's his head drop with a disappointed groan. after a few moments he rests his softening cock against soaps buttcrack, slowly rubbing it back and forth for a moment before taking a deep breath and dressing himself. he steps back and looks around.

"..clean up and be in our quarters in 10."

[seattlesellie]

ok. can we talk about going with ellie to the mall because i think it would be… interesting.

(fluff ‘n a little bit of smut so mdni! 🎀 also wrote this ages ago and it’s so bad so excuse me!!! and reader is v fem)

౨ৎ when it comes to ellie williams— i believe she will throughly let you walk her like a dog. quite literally following you around the shops hand in hand— to the point where you’re merely dragging her around. at first, she’d be super chill and relaxed, but one hour later after seeing you try on the same dress three times already— she’d start groaning on and on. “babe… do we really have to go fucking zara again?”, when you tell her that you just regret not buying a certain top, she’d be so adorably pissed off, her eyebrows all furrowed together, just thoroughly confused. she would probably want to stop and eat some food every 5 seconds. “zara… or mcdonalds” ,weighing the two options on her hands and clearly placing the mcdonalds option way higher.

౨ৎ if there’s an arcade— you know her ass is fully stopping in her tracks, begging you to come and play some games with her. obviously, you oblige, because she’s giving you the biggest and cutest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, and maybe she’d stupidly jump up when you say yes. she ends up beating you in every single game— and it's so painfully obvious that she’s been there about 17 times already.

“ellie, you’re only winning because you’re here every single day. you’re like a totallll loser” you defend, after she’d been gloating about her winning streak for 5 minutes straight. unsurprisingly, she just denies it. 

“i swear— ive never been here before, babe”

“els, be honest” you warn.

“okay— been here like once with jesse”

“once?”

“once… plus like five” and at that— she turns around, and places her hand behind her back, so you can intertwine it with yours. she’s sooo beating you in bowling.

౨ৎ while you’re browsing through clothes — shed be hugging you from behind tightly, as she kisses on your neck and silently begs for your attention.

“this skirts super cute, right?” you chirp, pointing at the plaid mini skirt and slowly tracing the soft fabric with the pads of your fingers.

ellie has her chaste lips right on your pulse point, and she’s barely even looking.

you pick it up, and she moves closer behind you with her hands still clinging on to your waist. “cute, right?” — you can feel ellie’s smile slowly form on your neck.

“yeah, babe… you’re very cute. thought you knew that already, though”

౨ৎ when you pull out two pieces from the rack (amethyst purple & floral purple) and ask her which color will fit you better, she just rolls her eyes and huffs. “babe… you cannot be serious they're the exact same”, to you, they are NOT. but ellie fully doesn’t get it at all.

౨ৎ put her in a gamestop— and it’s like she won the lottery. browsing through the different controllers, now its your turn to tease and tell her they’re all the exact same. put her in a NINTENDO shop and its literally over. her eyes are twinkling and sparkling, and shes borderline skipping through the store trying to find cool figurines. when she sees a bowser plushie (her mariokart main, duh) she picks it out so fast, and then tries to find you a plushie too— a princess peach or a kirby or whatever you want. she goes to pay, and when you leave the store with your two adorable new plushies inside the bag— ellie fully side eyes you. she has something to say, and you know it. she sighs deeply— “think theyre fucking in there?”

“if they’re anything like us… theyre fucking in there— oh my god, babe… bowsers humping her ass, look” —

she’s literally moving them inside the bag.

౨ৎ okay, so you’re done paying at zara (with her credit card but let’s not… talk about it), ellie left about 15 minutes ago because she was tired of looking at the clothes and she said that place looks like a mental asylum. you’re walking out of the shop with the bags in your hands, and you see her sitting on one of the random mall couches with a random grey haired middle aged man. weirdly, they seem to be in the midst of an incredibly intense conversation. you twist your face because what the fuck and;

“waiting for the wife, huh?” she asks him, manspreading on the chair with her hands resting on her thighs. they’re both staring at the store’s entrance, both sighing heavily. “that i am…” the old man huffs, and ellie chuckles to herself. “me too man… me too”

౨ৎ five minutes later — you find them talking about fucking bathroom tiles.

“i told her i wasn’t going to do marble— but she fucking insisted on it”

you walk a little closer, and ellie is still heavily rambling about floor stuff (?) you have absolutely no clue about.

“els…? ready to go?” you chirp, smiling warmly at the stranger. “gimme a sec” ellie looks at you from the corner of her eye, and keeps going. they’re exchanging numbers because they need to start thinking about how to build a new patio, and he has some “awesome fucking tips, man”

౨ৎ ellie places her hand on your shoulder as you’re walking away, and squeezes. “he was such a cool dude” she remarks, with a stupidly dumb, satisfied smile.

“ellie… he was like, sixty five”

“so? we bonded, babe” she shrugs.

“about floor tiles?” you ask her, and she begins rubbing little circles on your shoulder as you both stray further away from the shop.

“amongst other things” ellie chews on the inside of her cheek. should she say it?

“what things?” you smile sheepishly at your girlfriend, who’s seemingly nervous for some reason.

“you know… his wife…” she bites her cheek even harder now. she should definitely not say it. “my wife” okay— there it is.

her wife.

ten whole seconds of absolute radio silence pass. ellie thinks she might have said too much, but ellie doesn’t know you’re fighting for your life trying to hold on to your tears that are threatening to erupt.

her wife.

“you’re proposing here then, i assume?” you’re trying not to sound emotional, trying not to sound like your hearts about to burst out of your chest and start doing cartwheels on the malls pavement.

“nah… definitely somewhere way classier. like… bora bora, or the food court”

“food court?”

ellie has to stop. ellie has to stop and hold your hand.

“yeah… so i can hide the ring inside your burger n’shit. then you like… choke on it, then i save you… then not only am i a fuckin’ hero, i also get to like… marry the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. and she has to say yes—” there’s no point in swallowing down your toothy smile now. “cause like… i saved her life, y’know?” as much as ellie’s joking, ellie’s cheeks are burning up.

“will you… say yes, though?” she balances her weight from leg to leg, and averts her gaze. mmhm— what an interesting sign!

the way you place your hand on the back of her neck and kiss her hard— that’s definitely a yes.

ellie won’t propose to you in the food court, though. in fact, she has this elaborate plan she has been thinking since about a month into your relationship. that, you’ll never guess.

౨ৎ mall ellie is ALL pda. she doesn’t let go of your hand like ever and constantly needs little kisses on the cheek. she bought you a cute new top? kiss on the cheek. cute dress? kiss on the cheek and on the nose. she doesn’t want you to say your thank you’s, she’d much rather you show them.

౨ৎ when you’re at a lingerie shop… suddenly she comes fully alive. its literally as if someone infused her with seven shots of caffeine and she can’t seem to be able to stop handing you different bra’s, panties, and sexy little nightgowns.

“that’ll look so fucking hot on you” & hands you the sluttiest thong youve ever seen. “that— will drive me fucking crazy” & hands you a sheer bra she can imagine your nipples poking out of.

“wanna eat you out in that” as she hands you a little nightgown and you’re like “ELLIE!” and slap her arm her because a 60 year old woman literally just heard her and looked like she was about to have an aneurysm.

“actually— wanna eat you out in that… and in that too… and in that— oh my god look baby they’re crotchless” wiggling her eyebrows and swaying the fabric in the air.

౨ৎ obviously… she wants you to model them for her. it’s funny, how she didn’t give a fuck when you tried a cardigan on or a hat or saw a cute purse, but now she’s demanding to go inside the dressing room with you and stare you down in the mirror like a perv. she watches you strip out of your clothes and you purposely do it extra slowly, taking your time removing the bra… and now, she’s just leaping out of her sit.

“nope— doing that for you…” she unclasps it, stands behind you and immediately gropes your tits. she gives you sweet little kitten licks and kisses on the neck, whilst maintaining full eye contact with her hands on your boobs from the mirror, and you can’t help but whimper when she takes your hardening nipples between her fingers and rolls them in her thumb. “ellie… were in public” you hiss, bucking your ass onto her crotch.

“we’re not in public, were in a dressing room…” she whispers, like she knows best.

“plus, i gotta test these little panties out… s’for you, y’know?”

ellie makes you sit on her lap to watch it up close, until she’s fully satisfied and is sure that they fit just right, and that she can see herself peeling them off of you. “give me a little wiggle, babe”, she rasps, as her hands roam over your naked waist.

“a wiggle?” you giggle, and burry your face in the crook of her neck.

“like… grind yourself up against me. gotta test the fabric, make sure you’re… comfortable” and— of course you do. you grind yourself up against her thigh until you forget what you even came to the mall for.

ellie’s eyes are fixated on you, taking in your little silent whimpers as you “test the panties” out.

“think… fuck— think we gotta buy them now… soaked ‘em all up, huh?” ellie pants, as she helps you grind your body back and forth. when ellie looks down on her thigh, truly just to watch how your pussy lips swallow the drenched material, ellie comes to an extra conclusion as well. there’s a sticky wet patch, almost heart shaped, over her denim jeans.

“shit… babe, look at that mess…”, she holds you by the back of your neck, and guides your head down. “mhm… gotta buy me some new jeans” your breath cages inside your throat as you begin to stutter, “sorry, el… didn’t mean to”

“oh fuck no… it’s… shit— so fuckin’ hot”

anyways, mall ellie is a menace.

[elexaria]

price is a good influence on the boys, always keeping them in line. its almost like theyre his boys, he doesn’t pass up the opportunity to talk about them with a proud growl in his voice. they dont know this, but he even has a tattered photo of the four of them in his wallet. he’s never settled down, never had kids, so even if theyre only around a decade younger than him, they’re like his own.

well, he’s almost always a good influence on the boys.

the new bit around the military campus, she’s a sight for sore eyes. the capt can’t help but clear his throat, one arm around her shoulder so casually. he’s a charmer, that’s for sure. “don’t let ‘em paw at you, yeah? you tell ‘ol pricey if these dogs bark at you, love, and i’ll let ‘em know who holds the reigns here.” he purrs in her ear, the rough timbre of his voice is enough to make anyone’s blood run hot.

the boys know better than to try and cuckhold price, after all, he’s kind enough to let them watch him as he flirts with the lil honey on base. their eyes watch keenly as he squeezes her arse as she passes by, a smug grin on his lips as she turns around with a playful gasp. he’ll turn his head, nodding with a grunt at the boys. “y’see that, lads? like putty in my hands, she is.” he remarks, and the boys guffaw like a group of schoolboys at how cool he is.

it gets even better when, after a year of casual dating, his lil lady agrees to let the boys in behind closed doors. “just let ‘em watch, yeah? poor boys dont get much action, it’s for morale i ‘spose. keeps ‘em fit and fired up.” he murmurs lowly in her ear, quiet enough only for her to hear. their dance is as old as time, his large hands dancing around her soft skin. her moans are like a siren’s call to the boys, it gets the hairs at the nape of their necks standing. hell, that’s not the only thing that stands to attention when price parts the glistening folds of her cunt, chuckling as he steps back to nod his head at the boys. “stunning, ‘ent she?” he growls out, a smug grin on his face as he leans on his side, dipping two fingers inside of her slowly while his thumb toys with her clit.

my god, you can HEAR the boy’s heavy breathing as they watch price toy with his girl, and johnny’s the first one to break the awkwardness by rubbing his erection through his jeans discreetly. price notices, and raises his eyebrows. “lads, the missus doesn’t mind if you rub one out. do you, sweetheart?” he coos as he crooks his fingers up inside of her, jamming the pads of his fingers up into the spongy spot where she likes it. she gasps, nodding as she looks over at how quickly the lads begin to unbuckle their belts, their cocks quickly springing up out of their confines. a symphony of grunts that harmoniously blend together with her gasps and mewls, and all are at the mercy of price. he continues to toy with her, to prolong her pleasure until, and it doesn’t take long, until the boys cum right then and there— thick ropes of cum spurting into their fists.

with a chuckle, price rises to sit on the bed, his hand now gently rubbing against her folds in a teasing manner. “right, bugger off you bunch of reprobates. give us some privacy, yeah?” he chuckles, motioning towards the door as they’re all quick to tuck their spent cocks in the waistbands of their boxers, quickly scampering off at the call of their captain.

the next morning, they’ll all sit round a small table, making comments about how good price is, how lucky they are to have seen that performance. “he deffo would let us shag her if we asked, ye ken.” johnny says quietly, leaning in close to the lads in a conspiratorial manner.

“johnny, stop thinking with your dick.” simon gruffly replies, shaking his head as to dismiss the silly notion.

“yeah, no way would he let us.” gaz agrees, a defeated sigh escaping his lips as he leans back in his seat. “she was fit, though.” he chuckles, rubbing his face as they all begin to impishly laugh at the memory.

[gay-dorito-dust]

YOOO I SEE U FELLOW UNUS ANUSER🫵🫵 i fucking love ur works keep at it bestie pls feed our delusions😫😫

may i ask for, dan heng, blade and jing yuan with a sweet and kind s/o but the moment theyre (the characters) are talked to in a disrespectful way, s/o is immediately turning into a guard dog with a “i’ll tear out your guts with my hand showed down your throat”? idk i just love feral but also gentle s/o tropes so much😔

Thank you 🫵 my fellow Unus Anuser for the ask and enjoying my writings, despite me thinking half of them could be better but I’m not going to complain if ppl enjoy them regardless.

Dan Heng:

He’s taken aback by your sudden threats of violence towards a random pedestrian for intentionally bumping into him.

He was more use to Caelus rummaging through trash cans before waxing poetry about them and whenever March 7th going off on her own as it was expected of their characters.

You however? His sweetheart, his precious jewel and beloved partner? It was extremely unexpected. Dan Heng had to physically stop you from actually fulfilling your threat by holding you against him before putting a good deal of distance between you and the rude individual.

He’s not against you defending his honour, he just doesn’t want you engaging in fights with random people just because they said something about him that you didn’t like. He didn’t want you to stoop to their level and become like them, no matter how good your reasonings for doing so may be. Dan Heng just wants you to be better than them and not give them the reaction that they needed to fuel their own narratives.

That and Dan Heng knew that you could easily kick their ass but he didn’t felt like dealing with being chased by the authorities for unprovoked acts of violence. However some exceptions can be made to this but Dan Heng would much rather that you kept out of trouble, just for his sake and his sanity as he didn’t want to make breaking you out of jail a reoccurring thing.

Jing Yuan:

His interest is peaked.

Who’d knew that someone as sweet and kind as you had such a vicious side, waiting to come out.

Jing Yuan didn’t care for much what others said about him, but having you come to his defence without hesitation had him smiling with pride. His reputation precedes him wherever he went, so naturally he wasn’t going to be easily intimidated by senseless yapping of others, especially those who had not even the slightest clue of the things he’s put himself through in order to get where he was.

While Jing Yuan appreciates your need to stick up for him, he didn’t think it was necessary for you to waste your time and energy on those who lack the capacity to listen to a voice that wasn’t their own.

‘Always pick your battles wisely my dear,’ he said all the while looking at the person who insulted him dead in the eye with that half asleep expression of his, ‘for most aren’t worth fighting in.’ He finishes before gently pulling you by the waist and walking away.

Blade:

He had an inkling that there was more to you than meets the eye. However he didn’t expect someone who went out of their way to feed stray kittens and puppies, patch up his wounds despite knowing he could heal, would ever spout such detailed threats towards another person.

He didn’t give two shits about what people said about him that he hasn’t heard before, he had long grown immune to ignore the comments from those who didn’t know him nor his past. Yet he couldn’t help but revel in the look of surprise on the persons face the words left your lips, chuckling softly at the countless possible thoughts that must be running through their head in that moment.

It was always the sweetest people that everyone was the least suspicious about, it was near enough impossible to fathom that they were capable of hurting anyone.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing is what described you best in this moment as Blade watched you with new found interest. He found this side of you rather exciting and wanted nothing more than to help you hone in on this side of you and use it to your advantage; Yet he found another part of himself wanting to be the one inciting violence, as he refuses you to tread the same path he did, he wouldn’t allow it.

After all he was the weapon.

He was the one stained in the blood of others.

He was the one that inflicted pain onto others and himself and it was something he will continue to do until death was finally granted to him in whatever form that may be. Blade will refuse you from ever embracing that side of yourself if it meant sending you on a projectory much like his own.

You were his light in the dark for a reason and while it was reassuring to know that you had what it took to fight back, Blade would much rather be the one to fight instead and to be the one to keep your hands clean of blood and violence overall.

[citruswriter]

imagine raphs partner scenting him now that theyre together

scenting is the thing were cats rub themselves alllll over you to get their scent on you, like just imagine raphs gf aggressively nuzzling him while cuddling

imagine leos partner wearing a collar in his colour now that their dating

just the canine instinct to make it obvious whose pack their apart of, and whats more obvious than wearing his colour around their neck

mikey partner whistling to him and “preening” him (polishing and cleaning his shell)

most birds have a call and response whistle or tune for their mates and mikeys partner would definitely do that. polishing his shell and repainting the kanji on his shell

donnies partner absent mindedly having their antenna seek him out

moths use their antenna to smell, so naturally donnies partner’s antenna would lean in his general direction

Animal Love

Listen in with me! ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

A/N: Love how I said I was finishing the series and ya'll pull up like "but how about no?". 😭😂

Previous Part

Leonardo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a wolf neko, Reader has golden eyes.

It started as a joke. Vern had gotten you a dog collar in a pretty blue. It was cute and you gave a good laugh, until you saw the heart medallion, your name engraved on the front and the words if lost, please return to Leonardo Hamato on the back. Both you and Leo had been shocked but laughed none the less. Until he noticed you wearing it. You brushed it off, saying it was cute so why let it rot in your dresser? But you kept wearing it more and more. So finally Leo questioned you.

"Well um... it kinda ties into the whole canine thing?" You said, fiddling with the heart on your collar. "You know, make it obvious who's pack I belong to. Usually this would be done with things like scent. But not everybody would be able to just smell you on me. So the collar is a bit more obvious. Kinda itches my canine urges the right way". Leo just tilted his head, staring at the ceiling for a few moments in thought before nodding slowly. "O-kay. Yeah that make's sense. You essentially want people to know who you belong to." He pondered and you perked up, tail wagging. "Yeah! That's right! But also, if it makes you uncomfortable. I-I can take it off." You sputtered, eager to please him. Leo looked down at you, blue meeting gold and he just laughed. "No lotus, it's ok. I was just curious. That's all". He said before pressing a kiss to your lips.

You hummed against him, happily wagging your tail before pulling back. "Anyways," he said before sweeping your feet out from underneath you. You wheezed out a cough as your back smashed against the dojo floor. "Lesson two. Never get distracted".

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Raphael x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a cat neko, angy kitty.

He had been gone for three days. Three days! And when he came back, the scent you worked so hard to leave on him was gone. How rude. So as soon as Raph sat down you lept into action. You huffed angrily as you crawled into his lap, aggressively rubbing your head and tail against him. Every time he moved too much, a growl would erupt from your throat and you'd just bonk him more aggressively.

"Work so hard. And then you just leave. Now I gotta do it all over again. Stupid fucking- It's all gone." You kept muttering as you worked. Raph just laid there utterly confused as you did whatever you were doing. Eventually he got on his phone to google whatever you were doing. "Oh your cute, babydoll." He laughed and you glared at him. "You're scenting me?" He asked and you glared. "Yes I am now hold still. Because the scent I worked so hard to leave on you is gone and I need to start all over again!" You seethed, utterly exasperated. Raph just held his hands up in surrender before placing them on your thighs.

"Don't act like you don't do it too." You growled, staring at him before bonking your head against his plastron and aggressively rubbing your scent all over him. Raph felt his cheeks heat up at the call out. He just let you scent him until you were satisfied. He could tell you were done when you pulled back, nose twitching, and you gave a nod with a proud smile. Raph just chuckled and pulled you closer to him, kissing you softly. "My turn". And before you could protest, he was all over you, returning the favor while you squirmed and giggled.

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Donatello x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a moth mutant, eepy babies.

It had been another late night. Casey had asked Donnie to work on a new project for the NYPD and Donnie had been tinkering away for literally hours. You tried your best to stay up with him but the day had been long and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep. Your arms supported your head as you snoozed on his lab table. Donnie would occasionally look over at you to check in on you, sometimes stroking your hair or kissing your forehead. But hours later and he had yet to touch you again. He got so wrapped up that he stopped checking in on you, tunnel visioned on his project.

He looked over at you when he heard you whine. He moved his goggles up and noticed that you were still asleep but your antenna kept moving. He watched curiously as they twitched and wandered. You groaned and moved your body, almost as if you were about to wake up. Slowly, he brought his hand closer, allowing your antenna to find his hand and brush their fibers against his scales. Your wings fluttered softly and you instantly stilled. You had been searching for him. Even in your sleep, you were reaching out to him. He allowed the antenna to poke him and brush around his hand as he got out the notebook dedicated to his study of you and scribbled down some notes.

"Donnie?" Your groggy voice came and your lovely boyfriend looked over at you, eyes cracked open and arms stretching. You were barely awake and it was absolutely precious. "Yes little one?" He questioned, grabbing your hand and brushing your knuckles over with his thumb. "Mm. Bedtime?" Was all you came back with. Donnie glanced at his work before sighing. You heard him shift before you felt your body being picked up, melodic clicks erupting from your throat, causing the purple terrapin to chirp back in response. You smiled softly and nuzzled into him, whining softly as he set you down in bed but settling after he joined you not too long after. "Hush you". He whispered, pulling you close to him. You giggled, antenna and hands already seeking him out. You hummed as he placed a gentle kiss to your lips, you sleepily kissing him back. As the sun began to rise on New York City, you and your nocturnal boyfriend found peace in each other's embrace.

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Mikey x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader has large feathered white wings, Reader has long elf-like ears, sickeningly sweet sappy love (I love this man).

Mikey perked up as he heard a whistling noise echo brought the lair. "Hey angelcakes!" He called out before he had even seen you. A chorus of happy chirps was then heard before you bounded into view. "Hello, my love." You said, your voice a slight sing song. "Dude how did you know that was (Y/N)". Raph asked and Mikey rolled his eyes. "Come on brother, do you know nothing about birds?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He felt your arms wrap around his neck from behind as you leaned over the couch. Leaning back into your touch, you churred and nuzzled into him, ears twitching.

It wasn't long before you started to pick at the dirt on his shell and rubbing at it with your palm. He sighed. When the two of you got together, you became more comfortable touching him in general. But he soon noticed that you would start to pick at his shell and fuss over him in that avian way of yours if it ever got too dirty. This was your equivalent of you preening him and he enjoyed it, just not in the middle of trying to bet his brother's ass at COD. "Hey baby," he spoke up, making you pause and look up, "Let me finish this game ok? After that we can go to my room and I'll be all yours." You immediately perked up, wings fluffing in excitement before you skipped your way to his room to get everything set up.

A few minutes later, he finally joined you and he could tell you were holding back any further bird noises. He laughed and sat down. "Go at it, starburst". He encouraged and you immediately sprang into action. You began to gently scrub at his shell, chipping away the old paint on his shell before. Before long he heard you singing. Avian noises and humming left your throat softly in a pattern that would only come forward when you were with him in private. You took a gentle soap to clean at his shell before wiping it off with a warm wash cloth. He relaxed into your touch, churring softly and creating a sort of duet with you.

Grabbing the paint you looked at the symbol he always had on that shell of is in your phone. You practiced it so many times but you still had it just in case. Carefully you repainted the symbol onto his shell. When you finished, you and him softly spoke to each other. Gossiping about the latest drama and softly whispering tender love to each other.

Once the paint had dried, you grabbed the concoction you called his shell polish you spread it, the cold liquid making Mikey shiver. You spread it, taking your time and being thorough. You leaned up and kissed his shoulder before sinking back on to your knees. "Doing ok?" You murmured softly and Mikey nodded. "Perfect, angel," he cooed back. He always enjoyed moments like this. As much as he loved being the energetic jokester that never calmed down and couldn't take life seriously even if it strangled him, the calm and tender moments the two of you shared meant the world to him. "Gonna start waxing." You said softly before getting back to work. More time passed by before your whole process of "preening" him was finished.

"All done". You finally chirped and Mikey sighed softly. You laid down on his bed, opening up your arms to him with a soft pout. Mikey just crawled into your arms and laid on your chest. "So how long you gonna stay this calm?" You asked with a laugh and Mikey pinched your side, causing you to squeal and giggle. "Maybe fifteen minutes max. Got a lot of energy today". He mused, nuzzling into you. "Love you so much, Mikey". You said with an endearing smile and Mikey smiled back up at you. "I love you too, angel." He said, pressing a kiss to your lips. But he pinched your side again and you pulled back to glare at him. "I lied. I'm energetic again right now."

This is so tooth rottingly sweet and cringy. I love it. Please rot ur teeth with me. Donatello and Mikey my beloveds.

[dewdropchoconeko]

HSR/College AU NSFW (Jiaoqiu, Jing Yuan, and Blade)

Description: I have different AU's for JY, Blade, and JQ that i decided to include in this

CW: [ MDNI but i can't stop you ] afab!reader but gender neutral, mentions of manhandling, sub!characters, boob kink, pussy drunk, vouyerism, etc

Jing Yuan (HSR)

soft dom with a bit of repressed energy Vv attentive and asks how you is doing like every second Manhandling is a huge thing with him where he will just toss you around like a ragdoll

Very casual during sex too like. He’s not all too serious or anything. If there’s something to laugh about they’ll both laugh Boob kink Since he’s a bit rougher i can see him liking impact play Corruption kink

Blade (HSR)

dom. just. dom. Initially! He’s very stone cold in the beginning of your sexual relationship because he’s just like that But then slowly gradually opens up more as the relationship continues and lets himself go a little Pussy drunk! Pussy drunk to the point he overstims you a lot! I.E; you will not be walking tomorrow There’s this sense of control he doesn’t let go of, but sometimes he’ll let you take the reigns. More often than not he’s still guiding you but it’s not like he’s in control Vv serious during sex imo. Doesn’t crack jokes or anything. Pleasure is his main focus If this man somehow does sub he’s a brat during it Talking back and trying to piss off you When he wants it rough he wants it ROUGH; Like a cat, will claw your back and make it bleed

Jiaoqiu (HSR)

Switch!! He’s a big ole’ switch Just touch his ears and he’s GONE nibble on them? He’s more than just gone. Like i did it off of a whim but like he loves it when you nibble on his ears Not with teeth but with lips only? Like lightly nibbling on his ears with your lips so that you don’t hurt them. The pressure alone is going to make him shake and whimper like a dog in heat

Jing Yuan (College AU)

soft dom with a repressed side. More repressed than HSR!Jing Yuan Initially is very kept together and is collected but the moment he’s inside you it’s over. Very much like, “idk if i can control myself” He can’t.

Goes full on mating press time to feel them even deeper You will be left with bruises by the time this is over. Like, you can see the imprint of his hands More grunts and quieter moans Does let them take control sometimes

Manhandling kink but isn't as aggressive as HSR!Jing Yuan Biiiig on sleepy morning sex Not big on toys actually Boob kink?

More vanilla in terms of kinks and stuff Has four kinks

Food kink

Corruption kink

Hair pulling kink

DDLG

But not like in a pedophilic way

Positions

Doggy style

Cowgirl/Riding

Mating Press

Blade (College AU)

submissive repressed Blade!!! Is vv unsure of himself and is always questioning if he’s doing things right Tried to play it off but you can see the deer-in-headlights look he has When he’s inside though, his eyes roll back and he’s drooling. His persona falls apart FAST

He’s a whiny mess as he continues with everything all the way up until he finishes Very embarrassed during his first time because he’s like 26 and has never had sex before so he’s like, “i should know what i'm doing” He doesn’t

Also really into being tied up. dont ask me why i just think he would like it LOUD like LOUD LOUD like the whole neighborhood knows he’s getting railed If he does dom it's not really him domming; he's just a submissive top with control Needy whiny and messy

Has a lot of toys quite frankly Only got them AFTER he met you though Uses them when theyre not around, uses them when they are around, doesn't matter

Okay. While he’s a sub most of the time he CAN be a dom That’s only when he’s super super horny and can’t help it so he’s like, “fuck it. come here. Now.” (I wrote a super horny self-indulgent fic where he fucked me in a church bathroom that's how this came about.)

Sensory Deprivation Asphyxiation (receiving and giving) Collar and leash kink Secretly into leashes and collars Wears one in public but hides the fact that it's a collar Brat and Brat Tamer Predator and prey  Humiliation  Vouyerism Also kinda into public stuff? Like shove a vibrator up his ass and watch him crumble Pegging Restriction kink? Whatever it's called. Shibari

Doggy style/Backshots Missionary

[freyito]

you asked for gallagher asks and as an official gallagher simp and death denier i am here to oblige. how about gallagher finds someone flirting with reader while they were waiting for him and gallagher gets all pouty and jealous as he picks them up and takes them away bc theyre his partner dammit!! i am a firm gallagher is a clingy baby in a relationship believer

✭ pairing(s): gallagher x gn reader

✩ inspo: Real Man by beabadoobee

✧ a/n: i took a little bit of a different direction with this... but its still jealousy all the same :D!! i, too, think he's clingy... but also like scary dog privileges and all that yk...

also! i have a strawpage now!!! i mainly made it for my selfship blog (that i'm still regrettably working on) BUT ITS THERE!!! ITS A THING1!! and also ASKS ARE OPEN NOW!!! YAAAAAY!!! remember to read my rules for asks... and since this seems to be a common theme, i DONT write for fem reader :), just gn and male. i also dont answer nsfw asks on this account.

✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora

🗒 cw: gn reader, the guy is a creep, mentions of alcohol, guard dog gallagher -> puppy gallagher p much, not proofread

✎ wc: 1.4k

ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴ

He finds it laughable that some people would even try. Gallagher knows full well what the people of Penacony are like, and yet he never expected for such things to happen. Or, for him to get as jealous as he did. Even if it was clear that you were the apple of his eye, when you and him were very clearly having a nice little conversation– about a date, no less.

Now, he understands that a lot of people– even you, when he first met you– thought Penacony was the perfect paradise. Underneath all that glitz and glamour, though, it was the lowest of the low, the highest population was the sleazebags. Assholes who would swoop in and try and charm their way to your heart, only to run off with all manners of things you wouldn’t want to part with. Or, they would try to use you, take advantage of your better heart. The smarter ones stayed around the longest, sucked you dry of all your possessions, wealth, and even kindness, and left without a word to find their next victim to drain.

But the bolder ones of that population; those are the ones that truly pissed Gallagher off. Like the asshole in front of him, leaning in so close to you that you could smell the alcohol on his breath, hurling all sorts of pick up lines and sickening names at you that bordered on insults. There was no way this man was that bold. The fact that he’d look over at Gallagher every couple of seconds, the fact that he would even include Gallagher in such talk was horrendous.

‘You’ve got quite the fine catch, here.’

‘Come now, I ain’t as bad as he is, I promise.’

‘I can make all sorts of dreams come true, sweetie.’

‘I’m sure your man here wouldn’t mind sharing a little…’

If Gallagher wasn’t on the clock, he’d make sure this man would get his jaw rearranged. But he isn’t a brute, and he’s much more sophisticated than that. Though, he believes if he shows this man mercy, he’d go find some other poor soul to harass. Then again, it is also his job to make sure such things like this get punished. How unfortunate for this man to have no Bronze Melodia to read him his last rites.

With a superficial grin and barely restrained anger, he leans over the counter and catches the man’s attention. He doesn’t say much, if at all anything. He really only gives the guy a look, furrowed brows, a scowl, and the man quickly got up from his seat and ran off with his tail between his legs. 

Once Gallagher’s sure the man has given you two enough space (and is avoiding anyone else in the bar), he looks over at you with a much more docile, gentle smile.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice a low, near comforting purr. He reaches for your hand and takes it in his own, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“I’m fine,” You nod, “I just think he could definitely brush his teeth better.”

“Well, if you want me to kick him out, I don’t mind doing that,” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Or worse. Whichever you prefer.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I promise,”

“Okay, okay. But the offer still stands,” He looks back over to where the man ran off too, finding him huddled in a booth, as far as possible from the bar. Yet, the man was still nervously staring over at Gallagher, his earlier bravado completely dissipated. Gallagher meets his eyes for a moment, and he can see the man flinch.

You follow Gallagher’s gaze for a moment, before he cuts you off with a kiss to your cheek. You open your mouth to say something, but he catches your lips with his, pressing a borderline sensual kiss to your lips. You don’t protest, and melt into the kiss. You could ask yourself why he was doing this, seeing as he was a man who would stop PDA at holding your hand. Usually, the kinds of kisses were reserved for your privacy… or when he wants to make a point.

When you pull away, you feel your head spin a little. Gallagher chuckles and squeezes your hand, looking back over to the booth. Before he cna gauge the man’s reaction, he realizes that Siobahn has rounded to the bar. 

“Oh, shift change, perfect!” He hums, pulling away all too quickly to greet Siobahn and clock out. You raise your eyebrow as he does so, downing your drink and standing up. 

Normally, he finds an excuse to stay just a little longer, just one more drink, and so on. But now, he’s keen to leave. Which you don’t mind, but you can’t help but wonder why he’s like this. Either he wants to get off the clock as soon as possible so he’s not liable for what happens to that man, or he wants to whisk you away from that man’s sight and make sure you feel better. Both are quite endearing, in their own ways.

He rounds the bar counter, coming to your side and placing a hand on the small of your back. He ushers you out of the bar with a soft ‘c’mon’, making sure to stay close to you. You were practically hip-to-hip with him, every now and then his hand would reach for your shoulder and pull you in closer when someone looked at you for a second longer. It’s kind of cute, the way he’s protective of you. At the same time, he feels more like a clingy puppy, nosing his way into your hand when you give someone else too much attention.

When you two get home, Gallagher scoops you up in his arms with a grunt of effort, he makes his way to the couch. You don’t even have time to react, all your mind can come up with is a giggle as he sits down, setting you down in his lap. He wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder, hands splaying over your stomach.

“Mh, just like how it's supposed to be,” He murmurs, an air of… nostalgia in his voice?

“What do you mean by that?” You tilt your head, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. In turn, he hides his face in the crook of your neck, muttering something you can’t quite catch. His stubble paired with his words succeeds in only making you laugh, squirming in his arms.

“Noooo…” He whines pitifully, pulling you up closer against him, like your squirming was an attempt to get away. “Lemme just hold you. For a minute. Max. Please?”

“I never said you couldn’t, you’re just–” You squirm again, reaching up and cupping his face. “– making it impossible to sit still.”

“M’sorry,” He apologizes for no particular reason. After another moment of hiding in your neck, he finally pulls away and leans back against the couch. “Y’know… I could’ve punched him. Probably still can, bet that asshole’s still at the bar.”

“I told you it was fine, I’m fine,”

“I know, but the offer still stands. I could find him in an hour. Or less.”

“Well I appreciate the thought, but I’d rather you not resort to violence,”

Gallagher tilts his head further into your palm, looking back up at you as if to verify that what you said was true. You simply look down with a smile, and his face softens, accepting your answer.

“Okay. But you know if anyone does anything like that you can tell me, right? Even if I'm at work and you’re… shopping, or whatever, you can call me. I can play the hero. I’d like to, you know,”

You laugh and lean back scratching at his scruff. This earns you a soft ‘hmph’ in return, eyes closing with satisfaction. He’s happy if you’re happy, it’s always been this way. Gallagher knows the beauty he holds in his arms at this very moment, and that knowledge gives him quite the ego boost. He’s a humble man, and he always does his best not to let pride or anything of the sort go to his head. But he can’t help it when some people get too cocky, when he’s able to chase them away with just a look. Not that it was enough for him– clearly, he had to make his point– but there is a certain pride to keeping one’s lover safe, and letting someone so bold know just who your heart belongs to.

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[scatterbrainedbot]

I AM SPINNING I AM PACING I AM FULL ON FROLICKING IM SO EXCITED

@d1sc0rd1a THANK U FOR THESE TAGS

okayokayokayokay so pretty much all of these questions will be Officially Answered properly in the character design/intro pages im working on but also i am physically vibrating with excitement about the fact that you noticed all these details and i have very little self control so! lore dump time!!!

(minor tw for mentions of leos self-harm/self-destructive anxious behaviors and unhealthy coping skills)

- mikey does indeed have curly fur! i believe he would be considered a 'rex' rat (pictured on the left) for this trait? though the curls can be more easily seen on mice (pictured on the right). or, at least it seems that way. have not delved too deeply into the details of rodent genes and husbandry, but id assume its the same sort of mutation considering curly haired mice are also referred to as rex sometimes? either way hes a extra floofy bby 🧡

-as for raphie, unfortunately being more fluff and less shell than the average rapheal comes with its downsides. especially if you and your brothers occasionally encounter things like territorial dogs, hungry cats, or sewer crocodiles while exploring places ur dad said not supposed to go. (most of his scars will have more ninja related stories, but his ear i think got messed up from something very animal. probably around age 11 ish? old enough to sneak out from dads protection but young enough to not fully know how to handle himself alone against real danger. thankfully his ear injury looks worse than it actually is for the most part, as the damage was largely to the outer ear. his hearing wasnt super affected, except that he now has a bit of a harder time being able to track/pinpoint noises origins if its on his right side.)

-also yep! dons got some glasses that just clip/rest on the bridge of his nose! theyre mostly just for home use, as they do fall off if hes knocked around. in the field he has some goggles he tends to use (theyre helpful as they have multiple additional functions like heat-imaging, extra zoom/telescoping, and recording capabilities. but also theyll give him headaches if he wears them for too long without breaks). contacts are theoretically also an option but he absolutely hates the sensation of putting them in. so sometimes when hes tired he'll just not bother with either clips or goggles and just squint and struggle. leo hates when he does that lol.

-speaking of leo, he is def an anxious baby :) he has a few patches of fur missing on his hand cos he has the tendency to tug on it while hes thinking. he yanked and chewed on his own tail a lot when he was younger too, which is why when hes older he usually wears some wraps to cover the scars left from that behavior. he finds those scars specifically to be kinda embarrassing and shameful because they werent from any battle or life-lesson, just his own 'inability to control himself'. all of his brothers have repeatedly called him out on the fact that that is not a healthy way to think about his anxiety or mental health, but leo insists hes fine. hes kinda convinced himself that a proper warrior always has control over his own body* and his own thoughts, thus he should be able to just like willpower-brute-force his way into 'being better'. (this line of thinking pisses raph off so much he has to leave and go hit something)

Splinter also tries to talk him through some of that internalized guilt/shame/everything, but splinters very metaphorical, poetic, and indirect when it comes to talking about Big Things, which combined with how much leo gets caught in his own head, makes it kinda hard to gauge how much these talks actually help

*this is made extra fun considering leos also ftm trans, so he is faced with a body that fundamentally disobeys him perhaps more than the average rat-man.

-and im still going back and forth between a few species for splinter, but im leaning mostly towards an African Spurred Tortoise! they have these beautiful if kinda subtle geometric shell patterns and are the third largest species of tortoise in the world. the only thing that doesnt fit perfectly with Splints is that (allegedly) their lifespan in captivity is around 50ish years, whereas im p sure Tortoise Splinter is well over 75, probably closer to 90 when the boys are born and hes mutated into Old Man Papa.

but maybe hes just a particularly long lasting African Spurred Tortoise.

the Hamato family has taken very good care of him for many decades after all. :)

(well. until everything all fell apart, that is.....)

[honeytama]

sooo many thoughts,, barbecue n fireworks w/bestie matt (feat. bomens boys) under the cut

fluff fluff fluff

ugh grill king ily,,,,,you’re so adorable w your special grilling gear and apron that you just have to pack with you :( even on tour bc who knows when there’s going to b the chance to cook something up for your friends aw

imagine you, best friend! matt, and the guys having an off day in the summer time. he’s so excited to cook for you bc you’ve never had his food and mans is constantlyyyy talking about it.

you tease him about needing to try it for yourself to see if he’s really the best

“i know my stuff is good. you’re gonna be begging me for seconds,” he boasts, clicking his tongs at you.

mhm ok

you offer to be his assistant or just to stand with him

“nope!, i’m in control, just relax and let me take care of it”

so you sit your pretty little self in a fold out chair sipping your favorite bevy he put in the cooler just for you (bonus: if it’s a celcius that he got you into, he’s so proud of himself) and just watch/talk and laugh w him while he stands there vigilantly watching the food…. w his apron on and hair tied back :(( (sorry domestic matt just really gets to me)

once the food is ready, he calls everyone over to make their plates but he already knows what you like 😭

“just sit there, i got it ☝️”

he fixes it up for you and you look down at the plate,, it’s perf with all your favorites and condiments and sides stoppp

“you want another drink?? i put an extra (your fav) in the cooler,,here” without you saying yes he’s digging through the ice to grab it for you. acts of service are his specialty <3

while you’re eating, he’s constantly trying to get up to refill your plate or getting you napkins or making fun of you for getting ketchup on ur face and trying to wipe it away :( the guys are just liiikkke uhh bro STAND UP (actually sit down they don’t need 10 napkins theyre FINE ,,,, also the boys have never seen matt flirt before so it’s a lil awk)

later in the night, matt and folio are being country boys and setting off mini fireworks in the empty parking lot nearby while everyone watches,, excitedly w a lil bit of fear of course

matt runs over to the chair next to you to watch them go off and you tell him you’re a lil freaked out that something might go wrong and/or you’re afraid of the booms

he holds your hand in his on top of your chair’s arm rest and tells you “it’ll be okay” ;~; he “wouldn’t do it if you would be in danger” ;~;

you watch his face glow in the light of the fireworks and your heart feels like it’s gonna explode, especially when he looks at you to check if you’re as proud of him as he is himself

ALSO !!! matt bought sparklers and guess what no one NO ONE can use them but you two ahh

“noah, no these are for y/n and i get your own!”

“PLEASE just one” noah tries to fight him on it :/

“you should have planned ahead !!”

guard dog matt..

“AY who tf took 3 sparklers?? stay out of my shit! now y/n only gets to do it twice 😩”

matt’s always listening btw, it’s why he got you the sparklers in the first place :) he remembered you telling him you wanted to try those old cutie pinterest pics where you write each other’s names and draw w sparklers…

he’s thinks it’s dumb! and probably won’t work! BUT ANYTHING FOR U

noah does get 1 sparkler to share w nick! folio n jolly get their own bc theyre good boys and don’t steal. you all are trying to figure out how to get the best pictures and matt’s just busting their balls saying you’re better at it than they are 💀

when you finally get back to matt who’s been watching you have fun from his seat,, you show him your pictures….

you tease him when his cheeks show a bit of pink and his lips turn up just a bit

“oh, cute…”

you’ve shown him a pic of u drawing ‘ matt + y/n <3 ‘

he sees you staring EEE “shut up”

“matt, i didn’t even say anything!!”

the matt eye roll,, “whatever just remember to send that to me…”

[mushiewrites]

boxers🤤🥊 if you want to talk about boxing im your gal!!!! 

with the upcoming match, sapnap needs to train duhhh and on his first day hes super super confident.

macho sapnap strides into the dteam home gym but dream and george very quickly destroy his confidence and remind him he is not the top dog lmao. 

the gloves give such good indication of where exactly dream needs to grab his wrists - theyre like big red signs screaming ‘look at whats below us look at how small these wrists are in comparison he has no chance!!’ dream might even tease him about the gloves, speaking into his ear from behind ‘oh theres no way my hands would fit in those! theyre far too big, unlike yours’ 

i totally agree with george taking advantage of sapnaps (really sensitive😵‍💫) ribs. its even worse than usual tho bc sapnap cant wriggle off the gloves OR flex his fingers fully to relieve some tension and it makes him feel crazy. 

maybe when he gets out he gets really mad and starts swinging at george. dream laughs while george is like ‘help me dream hes gonna hit me!!!!!’

an actual boxer au where sapnap is in an interview and dnf crash it to be like ‘yeah we’re his bffs that train with him and we have a very interesting routine! it focuses mainly on endurance wink wink’

now… youre telling me a strong scary boxer with one hell of an arm and a mean scowl buckles like a daisy under even the slightest bit of tickling um do you genuinely promise??????!!!!!

sapanp would be so screwed in a pin tho (not manifesting that for the fight😭😭 just like in general) yeah he has reasonable strength and is probably good at movement like dodging and positioning but in a pin he freaks the f out ‘oh my god i cant move this is it for me why is all my strength gone’ and then you add TICKLING??? i think it just might kill him… idk theres really only one way for dream and george to find out 🙈

dream laughs at him and thinks boxing is easy so sapnap challenges him to take his place but when dream does he gets tickled to tears as well… not so easy huh :/

george doesnt go near them for the next few days for fear of tight boxing gloves being shoved over his ‘already pretty useless in a fight’ hands. 

its so funny seeing videos of him where he makes little slaps like a cat as his way of fighting😭 also having been part of the gang up effort on both dream and sapnap he knows the payback is going to be brutal. 

(btw, dont imagine sapnap losing it bc he doesnt know if hes going to have his sides squeezed over his shirt or under his shirt, so he just has to stare at georges hands and wait…)

this is so random lol hii mushie

I might’ve gotten a little bit carried away…

anyway. rambling under the cut

No bc we all know that sapnap is cocky af always, regardless of if he’s unevenly matched or not, so it’s no surprise when he drags dream and george into the home gym with 100% confidence that he’ll beat both of them easily. But when he’s suddenly cornered by the two of them, he’s scrambling to rip his gloves off so he has an opportunity to at least try and fight back

this only draws attention to them, and dream’s wrapping his hands over the velcro around sapnap’s left wrist before he even realizes what’s happening. dream tugs him roughly, spinning sapnap around and crowding him from behind, and most importantly, grabbing sapnap’s free wrist. now, dream is towering over him from behind, stretching sapnap’s arms into the air and leaning in so his stubble brushes against sapnap’s ears as he teases him about how small he is; about how powerless he is “What are those, kids sized gloves?” “i didnt know they made boxing equipment for toddlers!” “why is your face so red, sap?”. and while dream focuses on making his face warm up to a dangerous degree, the only thing in sapnap’s view is a very giggly george, standing just inches in front of him. he’s suddenly very aware of how tiny he is between them, and sap’s mind blanks at the thought. he swallows thickly and does the only think he can think to do

Sapnap starts begging, pleading, both cursing and proclaiming his love for them at the same time - anything he can think of to get them to back down. But instead george reaches an arm out and pokes into sapnap’s lower ribs on the right, making him jolt into george’s waiting hand on the other side that sapnap hadn’t noticed before. The two laugh along with sapnap’s squeals as he wiggles back and forth between george’s hands, making the pokes a little more harsh each time his hands connect with sap’s body. his hands are balled into fists inside the boxing gloves, tightening at every quick jab into his ribs. But when sapnap tries to flex his fingers to dispel even the tiniest bit of ticklish energy he’s experiencing, he finds that he can’t, and he panics even more through his frantic giggles. George starts to scratch and squeeze at the warm skin under sapnap’s shirt, right along his sides, but only every few times, driving him insane at the idea of not knowing when the tickling is suddenly gonna get so much worse. sap tries to keep his eyes open long enough to watch george’s hands, trying to anticipate the next move, but his lil puffy cheeks get in the way from laughing too hard, and he fails miserably.

At this point, dream and george are teasing him, but sapnap has no idea what they’re saying. Dream has sapnap’s arms lifted so high into the air that he’s basically balancing on the toes of his sneakers, and george is rubbing his knuckles into sapnap’s ribs with a force so hard he thinks he sees god. Eventually, sapnap is kind of just dangling there, laughing deliriously as george so lovingly tears him apart, so dream loops his forearms under sapnap’s biceps, shifting positions and holding him up that way, making it almost easier for george to continue his reign of terror on sapnap’s poor lil ribs ):

(…also the whole “in a pin he freaks the f out 'oh my god i cant move this is it for me why is all my strength gone' and then you add TICKLING??? i think it just might kill him... idk there’s really only one way for dream and george to find out” thing wtf i’ve been thinking about this wording nonstop for days…….anon…….pls anon……..anyway...)

By the time they let him go, sapnap’s face is drenched in tears and sweat, his hair is stuck to his forehead, he’s bright red, and he’s mad (well, he pretends he is. In reality, he actually loved every minute of his torture <3). He starts swinging at whoever is closest to him, who happens to be george, and george is cackling, running away from him and hiding behind dream, still egging sapnap on even as dream is holding him back from literally ripping george to shreds.

When sapnap calms down, dream teases him playfully, poking at him and making fun of how “small and pathetic” he looked getting wrecked to pieces in the boxing gloves. So sapnap challenges him to take his place. dream grabs his boxing gloves from one of his long lost hobbies many moons ago and lets sap get into position behind him. Sapnap wraps his arms around dream’s elbows, pulling them closer together so that dream’s arms are pinned behind his back, and successfully pushing out dream’s torso because of their awkward height difference. George doesn’t give him the chance to balance himself.

his hands are immediately under dream’s shirt, skittering over the center of his tummy and making dream stumble back against sapnap, almost bringing the two of them down to the ground. Sapnap repositions them, and in retaliation george starts to lightly pull at the bottom edge of dream’s bellybutton with his pointer finger, keeping his free hand skittering along the lower part of his tummy as he did so. And when george still wasn’t satisfied with the level of desperation in dream’s laughter, he leaned down and started nibbling into the dip of dream’s waist, sending him into hysterics. Apparently the combo proves to be too much for dream, because his knees completely give out, and in less than five minutes, the big scary ler is a crumpled lil mess of giggles and tears on the gym mat floor. He apologizes profusely to sapnap in exchange for mercy <3

now…George is the weakest of them all, and he knows it, so he darts out of the gym immediately after dream falls to the ground. He hides from them for the rest of the night, knowing they’re both undoubtably planning his demise - he’s the one who tickled the life out of both of them, afterall. So, of course, the next day he’s on edge around them. wincing whenever one of them brushes their hand along his back when they walk by him, or when they creep up on him from behind, just having fun with the anticipation of it all. And the worst part? having to listen to the two talk about him like he’s not even there. “Can you imagine george in that position? He’d never survive!” “No, he definitely wouldn’t. You’ve seen how useless he is when he’s tickled normally, what’s he gonna do when he’s completely helpless?”. and it builds for daaaays, until george is about to be super brave and ask them outright to wreck him, to just get it over with, but decides against it. He knows better.

they bombard him a week later, though, after george is practically vibrating with nerves and going crazy with anticipation. they hold him down against the mats, kneeling on either side of george. they each take a hand, shoving a boxing glove onto each one as george fights them the entire time. after they finally secure them, dream and sapnap dig into the muscles of george’s ribs and inner thighs until he’s screaming, crying, pleading, begging, banging his useless little fists into the ground (and into dream and sapnap) as hard as he can <3

also i couldn’t ignore the au mention……the thing you wrote about dnf crashing an interview and talking about how they train with sapnap without saying it……….can you imagine the blushy cheeks? the way he’d pull the brim of his hat down to cover his face as he got more and more shy the more dnf talked about it?????? the lil breathy giggles and pleads for them to drop it???? and no one would understand but the three of them, and dnf would push it as far as they could bc theres nothing they love more than seeing sap squirm (and of course sap gets them both back tenfold after the interview <3)

[grantaire-lover1]

Some of my ramblings about the hungarian lesmis production!!

-So first of all I would like to start off saying that the whole show is so well choreographed and the costume and set design is amazing

-I live for the Hungarian translations of the songs, they’re really interesting, and sometimes even give you a bit more info than the english one

(My favorite being in master of the house where they roughly sing “why would the hero of waterloo even get accused” after the whole “seldom do you see honest men like me” bit and I just love that they incorporated that into it tbh)

-The whole thing actually is made so much livelier by the ensemble clapping/tapping to the beat. It feels more natural and more interesting imo especially during lovely ladies and master of the house

-Most of the instrumentals have some spice added to them at parts which I love and makes it feel less repetitive than it actually is, but you can still clearly tell which melody is which and where else is it used

-They also have a rotating stage!! Its so cool and does help some parts be more interesting/they can make faster scene changes. In the beggining of dog eats dog the sewer that Thénardier is in emerges from below the stage while spinning and its just so cool

Okay onto the Characters:

First up I’d like to point out that there are atleast 2 different actors/actresses for all the characters some even have 3 (Main characters mainly)

(I’ve seen I think all of the casts)

-Valjean: He has 3 actors and Solti Ádám is the weakest of them, but its extremely hard to outdo Pesák Ádám and Borbély Richárd. Their performances are the reasons I went back and watched it so many times. Theyre different in character, but their voices are just so so so good I cried when I first saw those two. And they were believable Valjeans, like yeah that is Jean Valjean. Both of them can be really aggressive with their voices and Valjeans soliloquy always gave me chills when I heard them sing it. Pesák Ádám was the first Valjean I saw on stage ever so I’m definitely basing my Valjean design off of him I love him so much I was so lucky to see him 6 times out of 11!

-Javert: 3 actors again! Posta Victor is easily my favorite Javert. He just looks sounds and acts like Javert. Hes so perfect for the role tbh. About the other two, they’re also really really good! I like them very much. Csiszár Istváns Javert is the gayest fucking Javert out of them. He always gets extremely close to Valjean and in the beginning when he gives Valjean the yellow papers he lifts his chin up with his cane. Also he uses his cane more like a hand extension/weapon instead of a normal cane which I really like and find interesting.

-Fantine&Cosette: All of their actresses are so pretty and their voices are so good I’m in awe anytime any of them sings. I don’t really have any notes on them since theyre just perfect. Cosette is just so cute and adorable with Marius I love them your honor.

-Éponine: I love both of her actresses!! Baranyi Hanna looks lwk exactly how I imagined Éponine to look like and Arany Tímea has an amazing fucking voice she can sing so powerfully its breathtaking. During a little fall of rain Éponine actually kisses Marius atleast twice (They’re little kisses but theyre there!!) she also feels way more real to me than in other versions idk its hard to explain, but I love her with all my heart

-Enjolras: There are 2 actors who play him and both of them are good, but I sure as hell prefer Szaszák Zsolt. He is literally just Enjolras. Cseh Dávid Péter is not bat either, but there were certainly some choices made. His Enjolras actually joined in at the end of the second Red&Black part that Grantaire started. Overall my problem is that times he can be really distant with the amis (like during drink with me he stays on top of the barricade the whole time and is mainly there for the barricade scenes), but they did him justice and thats all that matters for me.

This is also a good time to point out how bland the amis were. They had no specific clothes/patterns that made them recognizable and were mainly just the ensemble there. Enjolras only ever says the name of Grantaire and Combeffere (he always switches combeffere up with courfeyrac so he says “combeffere you take watch” instead of “courfeyrac you take watch” and it bugs the living hell out of me every time. And its not just that one of them memorized it wrong NO both of them say Combeffere instead of Courfeyrac, but any time Enjolras should adress the amis by name he just says “friends/brothers”. So you can only tell them apart if you know who sings which line. Because of this Enjolras and Grantaire interact like once during red&black when Enj tells R to put the bottle down, but thats it mainly. Also Gavroche was not always present on the barricade just came in when he needed to sing his lines, that said I do love that little guy.

-Marius: Again I absolutely LOVE both of his actors they’re both so Marius Pontmercy. I have not seen Jenővári Miklós for a while since he got sick righ before they started playing and he was out for all of the plays. I do love him and miss him dearly tho and he was the first Marius I’ve seen on stage and he is absolutely perfect for the role. I really like the bow he does when he introduces himself to Cosette. As for Tóth Dominik at first I was skeptical of him, but hes so cute and I love his energy every time he plays Marius. He grew on me after 2plays and I really like him as Marius now. When he sings empty chairs at empty tables his voice is so powerful it always makes me cry. I can not express how much that guy makes me want to pick Marius up like a cat I love him.

Also had the chance to see an ensemble member play Marius bc if yaknow some guy was sick…but given he had like 1 day to prepare he killed it!! His voice actually suits Marius. They should get him as a 3rd actor for him tbh.

And I also saw Solti Ádám playing Marius again (he was previously Marius) and I don’t think they told him they updated the choreography. He was so confused at times poor guy, he tried his best and it was interesting to see him in that role.

-The Thénardiers: They were just amazing. They had such good energy and their constant bantering and just little insults to one another was so fun to watch. Madame Thénardier is SO LOUD all of her actresses were constantly screaming and they made it sound good. As for Thénardier both of his actors played him wonderfully, I love dog eats dog/the sewers in this version. I do like Sánta Lászlós Thénardier a bit more he was just a tiny bit more funny (for example during the bargain/waltz of trechery when he jumped closer to valjean to take Fantines letter he said a little “hoppity-hop” and then started singing his lines which I absolutely fucking adore. He is just so entertaining I love the Thénardiers so much.

I think thats it!! Sorry for the lengthy rambling I hope its coherent enough, I just cant get enough of this production and I needed to put it out here.

(Questions are welcomed and will be answered to the best of my abilities thank you for coming to my ted talk)

[scramjettracy]

Hey Scottie, this is a bit of an odd one and it’s okay not to answer. I’ve got a close family member in hospital right now and im struggling to know what to do - i it really hard visiting and theyre not awake so its… wierd and sad. Need some big brother advice and encouragement. Thanx

Hey there, Anon

Ah it is such a hard time and I’m so sorry your family is going though this. All the hugs from us.

I guess this kind of thing is different for everyone and there’s no right or wrong answer. And actually what works on one day might not feel right another so - basically go with the flow and be kind to yourself.

It can feel really easy to despair and feel helpless and think you can’t DO anything so there is no point in you going at all. But there is.

The main thing to remember is we don’t know for sure how much people are aware of, even on maybe a very basic instinctive level. There are so many cases where people have remembered conversations that happened when they were heavily sedated or even in a coma! Just because they aren’t giving any sign they know you are there, doesn’t mean they don’t know. They may find it incredibly comforting to hear your voice or feel your hand, or just know there is someone in the room who loves them.

At the same time, you have to look after you too and so if there are days you can’t face it - that is ok as well.

It’s also fine to sit there with another person too and have a chat to them - you don’t have to be focussed entirely on your person in the bed. They’ll be glad of the company anyway.

I’ve sat bedside vigil a fair amount, as you know. And one of those times… for a good couple of weeks we genuinely couldn’t be sure if we’d get him back and it was agonising. And it felt so pointless talking or anything because… well. But the silence was worse and I couldn’t help but think that if he was aware of what was going on, he’d HATE the silence.

So while I spent quite a lot of time just holding his hand I also chatted quite a bit. Sometimes I talked about fun times from our childhoods, sometimes a story or fact I’d heard that I figured would interest him. Sometimes it was just rubbish, you know? Described the staff there, what the weather was like, a dog I’d seen in the carpark. I did describe the contents of my backpack to him in ridiculous detail one time and on another I recited the first hundred or so places of pi because I knew it would annoy him? Sometimes I sang stuff… sometimes I read to him. Told him a couple of my worst dad jokes to see if I could annoy him into reacting…

Sometimes - I’m not going to lie - I was telling him off for scaring us and all the reasons why he HAD to wake up because we couldn’t do without him. Poor guy didn’t get a break from my nagging even when he was in a coma.

And sometimes I just sat there and ugly cried. And I think he’d have understood, you know?

Thing is - all of it is exactly as you say - weird and sad. And awkward. And sometimes kinda embarrassing because we aren’t designed for one way communication. And actually if you’re the kind of person who is more comfortable sitting quietly that is just as valuable - you don’t have to become a stranger just because you’re in a strange situation.

Sometimes they will wake up and it will all eventually become a strange, nightmarish memory and things will be good again.

Sometimes though, they won’t. And these will be your last times with them - if that is the case I doubt you’ll regret for a minute the time you spent there even if they haven’t responded and you didn’t say anything profound or whatever.

And those last times, though not how you’d have wanted, won’t in any way cancel out the good times you’ve had together before.

I hope you’ve got people around you - make sure you chat to them too, say when it’s hard, let them help you, don’t feel like you have to experience it all on your own.

Take care anon, loads of love to you

S x

[donnabenevientosimpingzone]

Alright, your poll made me curious! What are your new headcanons about Donna dating each of the newly mutated Dimitrescu sisters? (And, if you’re comfortable with answering it ofc, do you have any spicy headcanons too?)

Ooooooh okay okay ok ok ok- firstly I would like to preface by saying the newly designed sisters behave differently. Before I idealized them a little more than usual and they basically don’t act much different then normal, but this is the Cadou we’re talking about. As the captions say- the Cadou during the mutation heightens each sister’s respective sense so they do act more beastly and ravenous than usual.

Bela

- Becomes the most uncontrollable when mutated, if she doesn’t get it her way then there is no way, her anxiety reigns supreme

- Constantly by Donna’s side and needs physical reassurance; wraps her tail around her, a wing, wing across the thigh, anything

- Seems to constantly be in a state of fight or flight, girl will roar at a bee that buzzes just slightly too loud for her comfort, which means Donna has to be mindful of what may/may not set her off

- Donna has to let her repetitively check things, kinda like how your dog may sniff you a few times when you come home to make sure it’s you

- Often times if Bela is mutated, so is Donna. Spider Donna does a lot to comfort Bela, and neither of them quite know why yet

- As much of an anxious lil punk Bela is mutated, Donna finds it adorable. They’ve found their own groove with things, and while Bela is the one comforting Donna’s anxieties unmutated- she can return the favour here

- The progress of unmutating is like waking up after a night of drinking for Bela- she remembers bits and pieces but not everything- and ends up feeling awful about how she acts when mutated

- Theyre working on it together

Cassandra

- Cassandra is already a pretty hypocritical person, she’s the middle child, of course she’s going to act all whiny when she gets attention she wants

- But in her mutated form her mixed signals get even worse

- She’ll rub up against Donna practically begging to be pet, and then the moment Donna lifts her hand to do so- Cass hisses and runs away

- It definitely was a huge hurdle for the two of them to work over, but they’ve found ways

- Their love language is subtle. They may make eye contact from across the room, Donna may put out an extra plate even if Cassandra doesn’t join for dinner, Cassandra may take a nap on Donna’s bed when she isn’t there and leave it a mess to show Donna she did.

- Her mutated form does make a good mount though. On the lucky days, Donna gets to join her for hunts.

- Can spiral into uncontrollable rage if not careful, but somehow Cassandra always recognizes Donna and refuses to hurt her

Daniela

- the most conscious of the sisters when mutated, and therefore doesn’t act too differently

- The only real difference is just how eager she is to please

- Donna has to be pretty mindful with what she asks of Daniela while she’s mutated, because Dani is going to take it all literally and bend her back to make her request a reality- even if Donna says it jokingly

- They’ve come up with “safe words” so Daniela knows when NOT to basically start world war just to get Donna a lollipop

- Cuddles. All the cuddles. If Donna is also mutated, Daniela will hold onto her like a baby bat.

- Kisses are harder with Daniela due to how contorted her mouth has become, which makes her upset, so they learned to compromise by bumping heads like cats

- Tail wagger

As for the spicy headcannons- I will admit that I have thought of a few. These will be written more generally.

- they have prehensile feet, since their arms became wings- they adapt the bird strategy of making their muscular legs makeshift arms and hands

- Although they don’t have as fine of control, they tend to wrap them around the hips and legs, and use them to pin

- The tail is a very useful tool ya know.

- They have some control over the tentacles but definitely not entire control

- I have NOT thought about them as receivers so all of these are them as tops

Bela

- her split face is optimal for oral, and it tends to be her preferred anyways

- Tries to hold her beloved with her wings but it depends if it’s successful

- She has the longest tongue of the mutated sisters. Do with that what you will.

Cassandra

- she’ll use her pharyngeal jaws to keep her lover in place, she’s surprisingly gentle with them if she wants to

- Her wings are more used as tools to give her power, especially when she’s dry humping

- Really good with her tail. Do with that what you will.

Daniela

- has the best control of her talons, the bat-like wing giving her a thumb gives her the ability to finger her lover

- she has the largest wingspan of the sisters so they tend to just shield her and her lover like an extra curtain- she wants the meal all to herself after all

- She does have a tongue but it’s mostly pulled away due to all her teeth, when it does come out though- it has a grasping end. Do with that what you will.

[lastwave]

my masky agenda. gets out my cork board and red string. please keep in miiiind this is going with the reading that tim and masky are a system

so. imagine this. you have bad memory. you have bad memory and you're not like other children and you see things that people tell you aren't there. you live with your mom and your mom is not kind. you have an imaginary friend. he is nice to you and he gets you. he talks for you when you cant. you talk to him in your head. there is a thing outside and it is not like the other things you see and it makes you sick. your mother just looks sadder when you try to tell her. the doctors don't say they don't believe you, but you can see it on their face.

and then you leave home for a while. you're at a psych ward and they leave you and your friend locked in a room alone longer than any child should be because they don't know how to help you. theyre upset because you stopped being able to talk a week ago and you don't remember why. you don't know when it clicks but you realize they have never called you your name. these hands are not your own. *you* are the imaginary friend here, not the other one. what are you, really? is it your fault he's here? he has friends, but do you?

the thing starts showing up in your room. making you both worse. the other can't handle it so you have to. you have to. ...sometimes it shows you the outside world. bloody and horrible and wooded but it isnt these stupid white walls it isnt these people who make no effort for you or your friend. your brother?

you go home again. you're not sure why. this process repeats itself time and time again. perhaps the thing can be deciphered? it isn't you, and it isn't your brother, you know that much. the meds make it easier to withstand. but not in the way it makes hallucinations easier. when did you learn the other things were hallucinations, again?

you come to the conclusion that it has the power to end this cycle. it wants something in exchange. there's no way to know what. a faustian wheel of fortune. you don't remember how the ward burned down, really. you barely remember the emancipation process, either.

and then things are okay for a while. they aren't great, but you and your brother are safe from your mom. doctors. the thing in the woods. your brother makes friends and you watch. sometimes you interact with them. always under the pretense that you are your brother, though. you can't break the illusion that this is one person.

you lose some time. more than usual. a few years, maybe? your brother's grown sideburns, gotten a house. your brother's friend is sick. sick like you were. the other is angry like a mad dog, you're not sure why.

you hang out with the sick friend. after a certain point he's mad at your brother, you by extension. he talks to the thing. a lot. maybe as much as you used to. maybe more. he's getting worse and you don't know how to help him and its started paying attention to you again too. your brother is alone again. he won't tell you why. his friend is not his friend anymore but yours. he doesn't feel like a friend but have you had a normal friend before?

he shows you a video of someone trying to dig through the mad dog's descent. he's also infected with it. so is the person digging. your friend tells him he's gonna mess with the person by leading them to his old house.

your friend is going to infect more people. your friend has reinfected you.

you hang out at the old house waiting for the person. you'll scare them off. people won't mess with something after there's a bodily threat towards them, right? you've always been a fighter. you think a doctor hit you. or was it your mom? you brother got into a lot of fights.

it doesn't scare them off. you keep trying to scare them, it keeps not working.

maybe your friend is right about their approach, you know? god is real and it can hear you screaming. can you scream loud enough?

[ourolite2]

　　　　　　 ༅ 𝒞irce 𝒴ué'li 𐙚 ˙

♱ all sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ fang/master yuè’li ( legendary title + formal title ), circo/mr. circo ( playful + respectful, via yashmi ), sir ( his dogs + formal others ), sir circe/ sir yuè’li ( formalities/commonly respectful ).

ᰍ overall notables. plays an electric guitar (named it delune). has a bloodhound named babydoll and a doberman named yìzé. works as a part-time music teacher for 2nd - 3rd graders. asanbosam’s (the type of vampire he is) are more agile in trees and high places, so he’s kind of clumsy otherwise. often recommends products (notably the brand anzhong, originated by an upcoming oc of neso’s), random cleaning tips, or even seasonings. considers calling off of work a lot, though he knows if he does they’re bound to fire him this time. circe also doesn’t socialize too much, and he’s very territorial about his cottage (and so is yìzé— wonder where he gets that from). he’s a little too territorial actually, seeing as circe usually sucks the blood of/eats any trespassers that ignore his precaution signs. he does so by jumping down from the roof of the cottage or a tree and pinning them. (even friends get tackled if they don’t give him a heads up that they’re on the way!) ᰍ standard physical facts. 6'3. retractable wings with a 20 foot span, which are black and grey with red, pink and silver undertones, and retractable iron hooks for feet. tips of his hair turn auburn when he’s experiencing intense emotions. always smells like anzhong products- particularly colognes. has a chinese tattoo on his inner forearm that translates to damu héxián qín. his nails are painted black, but they get chipped easily because he’s really hands-on daily. lastly, he has a deep, relaxed and very distinctive voice which can be heard here!

დ genshin au notables! n/a ( temporarily ). დ spider-verse au notables! n/a ( temporarily ). დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a ( temporarily ).

ᰍ age appearance. twenty-five ( 25 ). ᰍ birthday. may 9th. ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. ( varies per au ), asanbosam, + senegalese and chinese. ᰍ gender, prns, + sexuality. male (amab), he/him, + omnisexual.

ᰍ sun sign. taurus. ᰍ MBTI. istp-a, the assertive virtuoso.

ᰍ likes. his electric guitar (delune— yes, he named her); playing the guitar is considered his biggest hobby, adoration and talent. his old doberman, yìzé, and his bloodhound babydoll. his cottage. alone time. blood oranges. ironically, loves garlic bread + garlic based dishes (especially pasta). scaring trespassers, or making his friends jump with jump-scares and shoulder-taps for a good laugh. coal black, wine red, and sometimes pink! strawberry icecream. philosophy and sacred music, especially within the selenian race. feminism. boots. silver jewelry. having his hands in aesthetically pleasing positions (pockets, behind his head while laying down,arms crossed, etc). anzhong products. people who use manners. sweethearts, but especially male sweeties (he just wants to pinch their cheeks ugh). MOTHAFUCKING INDIGO! <;3 ᰍ dislikes. random space invaders/leeches. too many home guests (or any really). yellow. stalkers/yanderes/yandere-coded people (specifically when targeted at him). pushy people. paranoia, pessimism + assumptions. difficult/slow learners (as a music teacher he struggles with younger kids that don’t process so easily). jellies and jams. the taste of vanilla. misogyny and misandry. bad hair days. getting stuff under his nails, especially when freshly done. vengeance, gossip + untrustworthiness. cooking for people, especially when there’s a lot of em’— no, even worse if they’re too picky.. bicycling. hot, summer days. being caught in the rain without a stylish umbrella. loud noises. dogs that bark too much.

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

After It Rains ୨୧ “Jeez, what a mud bath. *Looks at his dogs.* Glad you two are out of your piglet puppy days heh heh. Guys? *Theyre walking away from him and he’s holding back laughter.* Was it something I said? Come ahhnn! I’m saying you liked the mud!”

About Jihane ୨୧ “The last time we spoke she foretold that my aura was yellow indefinitely. She was wrong. .. It’s red. *Looks off at something in the distance and pauses.* I’m not delusional.”

About Circe: Signature Dish ୨୧ “Nah. That’s a myth, just a little misconception. I use garlic in a lot of my dishes, especially pasta. The best kind I’ve tried thus far? Cherub Sin, easily. It’s a faultless dish. I personally believe the best noodle for any garlic and parmesan pasta is angel hair, and that dish recognizes it perfectly.”

Good Night ୨୧ “Hm.. Remember the night routine I showed you. Ice. Your. Face. Top priority, right? Alright then, and I bid you goodnight. *Nods off salute-like with two fingers and walks away.*”

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