#what are the 3 typ

[iqxatlantic]

Bro bro hear me out imagine SAE yeahh stay with me with fem reader who gets a back tattoo or just lower back tattoo STAY WITH ME STAY WITH ME! and sae gives her the most toe curling back arching jaw dropping back shots 😇

HELP ME?? i see it anon hehe..!

"i thought i was a fool for no one"

ft. itoshi sae . ooc! sae? . more affectionate! sae ig . sae lwk downbad . fem! reader . reader is super hott (which is what u r duhh) . smut . piv sex . doggy style . unreliable narrator

wc: 0.7k

imagine how absolutely aroused sae got when he saw his gorgeous partner with a lower back tattoo... he couldn't keep his hands to himself could he?

the itoshi's attention went immediately to the door clicking, indicating you've came home. the clock ticked 10 p.m. you were wearing one of his collar shirts that was a lil' too big for you... and jean shorts that hugged your curves.

the once dull slim teal eyes had suddenly widened a little, a hint of brightness could be seen. "welcome home, cariño." he greeted. you smiled at him as you took off your shoes.

"hi, sae!" you giggled, walking to your shared bedroom. sae trailed behind you like a lost dog (err... not very much like you sae. >_>) "soo," you began, setting your bag onto the dresser. "i got a tattoo..!" you beamed.

sae was at loss of words. "tattoo? what typ-" my guy wasn't even able to finish, you were stripping yourself already into your undergarments. he was shocked. oooh, fuck that back tattoo is gonna get him... yea hes hard. :3

"s-sae, baby- s-slow down..!" you babbled into the pillow. your warm, tight hole was clenching onto his girthy cock. his pre and your arousal set as lube, which is why he slipped it in so easily LOL.

drool was pooling on the satin sheets. you were wrinkling it with how hard you were gripping the sheets. were you ruining the expensive sheets? yeah, potentially. but, the sex was so good sae nor you bothered to mind.

"y-youre buried in the pillow, yet youre so..oh! loud!" he grunted out. beads of sweat forming on his forehead. there were tears threatening to wet those long ass underlashes of his... DOES PUSSY REALLY FEEL THIS GOOD?!

sae felt like a virgin again. he gripped your hips so hard you swore there would be bruises the next day :( he rutted his hips into the soft flesh of your ass, a plapping sound could be heard.

he slowed down his pace a little as he began tracing his fingers along your tattoo. his calloused fingers really did something to your sensitive skin... there was a burning feeling not only on your lower back but in your core as well.

sae is a dirty dirty man. never let his blunt and cold demeanor get to you. he has such a soft fucking spot for you! especially when he's fucking you doggystyle! he can see your ass (which he adores so dearly, he is an ass guy anyways LOL like literally an ass but he also loves ass) being bruised as his hips smash into them or when he spanks you for not abiding to what he says! :3

but now with you having a trampstamp he couldn't help but go vicious. "[name], i hate you so much.." sae moaned out. before you could absolutely roast his ahh, he stop your train of thought. "i really thought i was a fool for no one.. but mmmh.. i'm a fool for you.." he continued.

COULD THIS MAN GET ANYMORE ATTRACTIVE.?! "oh fuck you sa-" as you were about to finish your sentence, the prodigy made you finish coming close to your orgasm LMFAO. you let out a high-pitched, louder squeal. he quite literally did fuck you. :3

you repeated the man's name almost religiously as you reached your climax. fucking you felt like diamorphine shot straight into his veins. he felt his high coming, shit. he might cum as well with how sweet your pants and moans are sounding.

like diamorphine, sae felt all his temporary pain, relieved. he knew he was going to finish. he pulled out and finished on your back n tattoo <3 coating your skin with his sticky warm, creamy semen!

it was a little translucent of a white. he spread his semen with his fingers, tracing it along your tattoo. you flinched at his touch. sae then traced his fingers against your sensitive, soaked cunt. collecting both his and your cum.

his fingers drew along your jawline before he popped his digits into your mouth, having you suck on it. "taste how well our orgasms mix together?" sae muttered.

you were a sobbing, whimpering mess. the itoshi was just in absolute awe.. he shifted himself to kiss his favourite part of you — your ass which was now hella bruised...(and cheeks ig i didnt wna include CHEEKS cus it makes me a giggle..)

sae itoshi sighed contently. you were still recovering. "eres preciosa, cariño." he praised. "i love your tattoo." actions spoke louder than words, your sounds were definitely louder than his actions LOL.

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags! : @twijaxx ♡

a/n: woahh 3 posts in a week?!?! ugh not proofread at all cus this was j me writing bc i had a rush of motivation im too lazy to yk anyways once again sorry for the bum plot and english ehh i tried im living off of a few hours of sleep n monster rn pls </3 tattoos r so hot?! and i know all of ygs reading could pull it off hehe... i love sae hehehe i saw him and was like "oh zooweemama.." nd then rin was on screen and i lowkey creamed my pants.. >< either way i heart both itoshis also did u catch the few lyric references? ehehe

[tickfleato]

you know what i dont think ive ever posted my guys on here. now that jay did an art fight attack i have no excuse... these are my 3 human rtts ocs. they're part of a crew of Space Pirates lead by a horrible pygmy avian named seriit. the tailers (oscar & sully) are childhood friends, with oscar having been dragged into a life of crime by his bestie. bull (the typ human) has a mysterious past and is blasé about violence to a degree that creeps out everyone around them.

[wordwings]

So Jonathan has his own Kodak—a camera aimed at hobby photographers, but still quite expensive.* He must have been really interested in photography! I wonder if he saved up for it or perhaps got it as a present from Mr. Hawkins…

I found this website with information about all the different Kodak cameras from this period and after! Depending on the year the book takes place, he would have had one of the very earliest models (perhaps a Daylight), or he could have had the popular Pocket Kodak from 1895.**

* According to this currency converter, the $6 price would be $210 now. I tried figuring out what it would be in pounds, which I’m not sure went well, but here are my calculations anyway… The exchange rate at the end of the 20th century was close to $5 to £1 so 6/5=1.2. 20 shillings to a pound means that’s 1 pound 4 shillings. According to this converter, that would be £98.48 in 2017, and 3 days wages as a skilled tradesman in 1890; as a solicitor’s clerk, Jonathan’s might have been lower. “Junior clerks and apprentices wages ranged from £20 - £25 year and progressed upward to approximately £70 - £80. At best, they fared just slightly better than a skilled craftsman.” Did I put too much work in this? No, what are you talking about. I enjoyed going down this rabbit hole.

** After seeing some discussions about the year the book could take place in, I’m convinced of 1894 (this lines up best with the dates that have weekdays attached to them and, if I remember correctly, with some of the technologies mentioned). You might also pick 1897, the year the book was published, or—mild spoilers—1890 to take the 7 Years Later epilogue into account. Or you could pick any other year between 1890 and 1897 just because. In the end, they’re all just headcanons and I only really care about the exact year for fanfic purposes. Really, the book is not set in any specific year at all—but definitely very solidly in the 1890s.

[readychilledwine]

2 Truths and a Lie

SJM Villain's Week - Day 3 - Deception

Summary - Having Hunt in his dungeon wasn't enough for his former friend. He wanted to hit him where it would hurt the most.

Warnings - Stealing, lying by omition, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetration, power play, boarding dubcon, manipulation, sir/sub dynamics, choking, dumdification, probably something I am missing

A/n - Happy Day 3 of @sjmvillainweek I, uh, plead the 5th

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You were fucked.

Completely and utterly fucked.

You ran faster down the alley, just hoping you could maybe make it inside of a building and fall into a crowd. It wouldn't give you much of a chance, but it would have to be enough of one.

You had no clue what was chasing you, nor who had sent it, but the target on your back had only grown since Hunt disappeared.

You hadn't spoken to your brother in close to 4 years. The only reason you knew he was even still alive was due to whispers of rumors.

Rumors of him and some starborn half fae female.

Rumors of him breaking free of that thorned halo that haunted him.

Rumors he couldn't be bothered To text you or return a call to confirm.

Some brother.

You took a sharp left, sneaking into a shop in the Eternal City before slowing down. You had never been stupid, a rebellious teen turned into a far too street smart female. You quickly snuck a black short dress from a rack slipping into the dressing room undetected. You changed as quickly as you could, forcing jeans down your long legs with a pout.

They were your favorite. But sacrifices had to be made.

Hunt was blessed with lightning. You were blessed with shifting. Your hair went from a dark black to a soft strawberry blonde, freckles appearing as you finished zipping the dress and snuck back out of the fitting room, past the gossiping workers and out the door.

“You aren't as clever as you think you are,” a deep voice fell into step with you. “I can take you somewhere safe.” You glared up at the blonde malakh.

“Pollux,” you said coldly.

“Little viper,” his hands were in his pockets, the rhythmic pattern of you two walking becoming the only noise between The two of you as his left hand slipped to your waist, guiding you wordlessly to the so called safety he was offering.

The apartment building he walked you into was lavish. Columns stood tall to give it a grand feel, a marble floor, a front desk connected to the leasing office. Even the elevator had a guard that just nodded at Pollux as he pressed the button to open the doors before pressing a “P1” button that glowed white.

“Mr. Fancy Pants over here,” you muttered at him. “Pressing a penthouse button.”

Pollux only glanced at you, “You've grown up.” His eyes roamed every inch of you, “How much of this is what you actually look like?”

You shifted your hair back, long dark waves replacing the strawberry blonde, freckles fading. “The rest is me.”

His hum was soft, “Can't say I don't prefer the blonde.” The elevator ticked slower after rushing past floors, a soft ping as each number went by before it slowed down to a surprisingly smooth stop.

You could only scoff as the doors opened and he ushered you inside, “Good thing I do not live to please you, Pollux.”

“Don't you,” he sat, unbothered by the bite in your response, arms flexing. “Live to please me, I mean?”

He smirked as your tongue clicked, the two of you studying each other, mapping out any signs of weakness. He was tense muscle under golden skin, blonde hair, a chiseled face. Physically, you could not find a single thing you didn't find just absolutely stunning. He scratched his stubble lightly, “Not going to respond, little viper? Or perhaps I should call you something different? Snakes don't tend to change their scales, do they?”

“You could call me my name?”

“I could.”

“Where is my brother?”

Pollux paused at that, “You don't know?”

“Clearly not,” your tone was clipped. All your street smart did not necessarily prepare you for the type of male sitting in front of you. The kind that so easily leaned his elbows on his knees, thighs slightly spread as he began to watch you.

“Your brother is with the asteri. In the dungeon,” the answer was vague, but it fell into line with what you last truly knew about Hunt and his job. “He was tied up at the moment. He sent me as soon as we received information you were being chased down.”

You only nodded, hugging yourself slightly,

“I heard rumors of him with some girl-”

Pollux moved to you, your chin in his hand, “That are just rumors. He had a play thing for a bit. That's where that came from.”

“He never answers my calls?”

“He's busy,” Pollux moved his hand from your chin to the strands of hair hanging in your shoulder. “You are such a pretty little thing, you know that?”

He was far too close to yours, his face angled perfectly. Teenage you, the one who dreamed of hooking up with Hunt's friends out of spite, she was screaming.

“I have other qualities,” your voice was weaker than intended.

“I don't really care about those right now.”

You didn't have time to breathe before he was on you. The battle for dominance was useless for you. He manhandled you with ease, a hand on the back of your neck holding you exactly where Pollux wanted. His lips tasted like methol, be it from cigarettes or tooth paste you weren't sure.

Pollux was intoxicating. The air of danger that surrounded the Hammer was no lost on you. This male, this powerful being was one of the favored malakh. A male so few got away with fucking with. And right now, he was yours.

He lifted you with practiced ease, moving you to another room without breaking the messy kiss he had you in. Her dropped you unceremoniously on the bed ripping his own shirt. Before you could even move to touch him, he had both of your wrists in on hand, forcing you down and laying them above your head, “They stay here.” The tone of his voice would stay with you, that deep baritone aching in your bones. “You don't move until I say you can, do you understand.”

“Yes, sir,” his gaze shot to your face at your response, a brow raising as he smirked.

“Well, you have one trait over your brother.” The stolen dress was ripped off of you, cheap fabric easily splitting in two. “Obedience.”

Pollux was never above lying to get what he wanted, and what he wanted right now was you. Be if for vengeance, for another way to hurt Hunt, or just his own selfish greed to claim and dominate beautiful things.

He knew if you had known where Hunt truly was, his hands wouldn't be exploring every dip and curve of your body. He wouldn't be mapping each scar and freckle like he was discovering new land. No. He'd be very much missing this opportunity with you. He'd lie to his own grave for this.

Fucking the sister of his traitor friend?

Priceless.

Pollux gently squeezed your breasts, “You're going to be the best girl for me, aren't you? Listen well and do as I say?”

Your eyes had started to get the hazy unfocused look, lips slightly parted as you nodded and looked at him. Heat had settled deep into your body, flowing through your veins like liquid fire. That feeling was becoming a drug. One you'd so rarely felt, but he was bringing out of you so easily.

Pollux began to kiss your jawline, memorizing every noise, every sensitive spot. He'd whisper them in your brother's ear later, brag to him about how he bit the spot just below your ear and you gasped for him, back arching like a desperate whore as he toyed with you. He would mark every inch of you, ripping at tender flesh on your neck until it bruised.

Each motion put your scent on him, his on you.

His kissed went lower, licking your collarbones before nipping the left the the right. His tongue licking down your chest until he reached his first destination. Pollux held eye contact with you as he licked the first sensitive bud, sucking your right nipple until it formed a perfect peak in his mouth. Once he was satisfied there, he switched sides, drinking in the noises you made for him as chills went through your body.

“Sensitive little thing,” he whispered the words into your skin, voice deep with his own lust. “You like when I kiss your body, princess?”

“Yes sir,” it was more of a moan than words, one slightly pained as he bit your side, flicking his tongue to soothe the mark he'd left on your ribcage.

His journey down your body didn't stop until your thighs sat over his wide shoulders, “Let's see if you taste as sweet as you're acting.” Torture. It was torture as his tongue dragged through you, licking at your most sensitive place. Pollux considered eating pussy an art form. One he so rarely treated Lidia to, but you, you he would savor. Licking every inch of you until he had his fill. Your clit, your entrance, you so frequently ignored labia. Pollux treated tasting you like he had paid for a 5 star meal. It had your toes curling as he moaned against you, your body arching.

That tightness you knew all too well began to settle In your stomach as he threw his forearm over your hips, stopping you from moving. He caught you whispering his name, the sound of it making him feel as if he were a god. One finger pushed into you, curling up to find your spot as he began running figure 8s with his tongue up and down your clit.

You were not silent when you unexpectedly came. You were a tidal wave, a silent scream falling into whimpers as he praised you through your high, his thumb and finger working at you bringing you down gently as he prepared you for his aching cock.

He couldn't get his pants off fast enough for either of you, regretting his choice to leave them on. He'd never felt this anxious during sex before. He was a confident male, cocky even. But you clearly saw why once he was bare. He gave you a look when your wrists moved, a silent warning of his earlier command. “What did I say?”

“They stay above my head, sir.” He followed your line of sight, smirked as he realized that your eyes were in him, hungry and waiting.

“That's my Good Girl,” he settled between your thighs, one leg being forced around his waist while the other went over his shoulder. “Breathe for me,” he wasn't gentle once he knew he was lined up. He entered you in one movement, watching as your eyes squeezed shut another scream tumbling from your lips as his heavy length filled every inch of you.

He was kind enough to give you a moment to breathe and adjust before one roll of his hips became another then another. The pace increased more and more as you laid there helpless to do anything but let him take and take, pulling you apart at the seams. He was shameless in this mission, his sole goal now to make your warm walls flutter around him. His hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him, “You watch me when I fuck you. Got it?” He smirked at your wordlessly nodding, the moans falling from your lips as he held your face there before moving that grip to your throat.

Pollux was electrical. He was magnetic. He was a force of nature, a storm you should have been afraid of, but here you were, below him, calling him sir as he overpowered you. The hand not holding your throat held your hip, forcing you to meet every movement he made, rougher and harder with each passing second.

You'd never last like this, not with the sight of his wings flaring behind him, feeling like some form of damnation instead of the salvation they were believed to represent. And Pollux knew. He could feel your body's response, feel you hugging him tighter, your walls beginning to twitch. He saw the moment your brain shut off, the moment he made you go cock dumb.

He decided then and there he would not kill you.

You were of no use to him dead.

This apartment was his, he would keep you here. Alive, aching, yearning. His new favorite toy.

“Please sir, may I come?” And those 5 words sealed that fate.

“You may, princess.” Pollux watched as you fell apart for him. He watched and counted each rule you broke. Hands moving you grip the wrist squeezing your throat. 2 spankings he'd give you later, swearing. Another spanking. Not thanking him. Another.

He counted each of those things again as he shut off the light, leaving you sleeping in his bed as he redressed without shower. The ride down to the dungeon felt like it was taking far too long, his smirk growing as he entered the room Hunt, Ruhn, and Baxian were hung up in. Pollux simply walked close to Hunt saying nothing as the shell of the Umbra Mortis sniffed him, his face falling farther as he did.

“Don't fucking touch her!”

“Already did,” Pollux replied smoothly as Athalar pulled on his chains, a new fire in him. “And I will again.”

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[urfavleo777]

hello hello :) i recently found your page and instantly fell in love. i see that your requests are closed rn but you mentioned to still ask, could you do a sam&colby ideal typ headcanon ) obviously take your time and i hope you feel better soon ! :) <3

thank you for these kinds words ! <3 btw, colby is actually a huge bastard here.

sam golbach

"hm. well, I guess my… perfect type would be… someone who… really just… puts up with my bullshit"

he can just be as obnoxious and annoying as he wants and they'll just smile and laugh at him all the time

someone who doesn't take a lot of things seriously. WHO KNOWS HOW TO CRACK A DAMN JOKE. like come onnn we already know sam is a big jokester !!!! he would grow bored of someone who doesn't know how to have a little fun.. yk??

likes girls that look kinda intimidating because of how pretty they are, but are secretly a softie (basically him)

he tends to need a little… extra protection

he absolutely LOVES smart girls. just imagine study dates with one of sam's playlists playing in the background !!

colby brock

“hm. like any woman would put up with my crap. maybe if she enjoyed being disrespected and treated like garbage”

open minded and not afraid to try new things. enjoys pleasing him and doesn’t mind letting him take control

he likes chic and feminine

“she'll be totally dependent on me from the start, and she'll need me to make all the decisions. it'll be like she's an empty shell, waiting for me to fill her with whatever I want”

“just do as I say and don’t argue. be my little puppet and do my bidding”

hot as hell, sweet as candy, totally a sub one. he wants what he wants

“no matter what I say to you, or do to you, no matter how wrong I am, you'll still support me. because you're mine”

someone who can keep her mouth shut. and know their place in life

isn’t afraid of letting loose and having a good time

and doesn’t have an opinion. someone who only listens to him, because he knows best

if you yell back at him or call him out on his shit, oml he’s already planning your murder (jk, secretly he's into being dominated but his ego is bigger than his d- to admit it)

[bbagelbitch]

Assorted Nekoma headcanons: (just for funzies)

(they've been sitting in my archives for YEARS)

First years:

Lev actually managed to get a girlfriend at one point about halfway through first year, she asked him out because she thought he was cute, broke up with him a week and a half later after realizing he’s a dumbass and a bit of a weirdo

Shibuyama is one of those people who you’d think he’s just listening to Taylor swift or something but he unplugs his earbuds and its like- little darkie or some screamo heavy metal LMAO

Shibuyama has a helicopter mom which feeds his anxiety to the point that he carries pepper spray with him sometimes

Tamahiko has a pet tarantula

Inuoka is the kind of person who’d wear shorts when its snowing out

Inuoka and lev will both unironically do Fortnite dances during practice

Shibayama totally has a bunch of allergies and is a picky eater

Inuoka and lev are basically just human garbage disposals (will eat ANYTHING)

Lev can’t swim

Biblically accurate lev Haiba (gets the worlds WORST sunburns every time he goes outside)

Lev has low blood pressure and will randomly faint when standing up too fast (Kenma has the same problem but refuses to admit it)

Inuoka is one of those people who types in all caps the majority of the time. Every literature and language teacher he’s ever had has told him off for using way too many exclamation points. (He can’t help it he’s just a happy little dude)

Lev texts constant updates about what he’s doing t the team group chat to the point where he’s been kicked off of it more times than he can count. (Usually for talking about taking a shit) (see Charles Boyle from B-99 for reference)

Second years:

Fukunaga and Kenma rarely have actual text conversations but they’re constantly sending memes back and forth to each other

Tora actually has fairly curly hair and it was a borderline afro when he was in elementary school (he’s part latino in my mind argue with the wall)

Kenma listens to almost exclusively video game soundtracks (skyward sword is his favourite)

Tora totally listens to girypop rap (he is 100% a Flo milli Stan sorry)

Tora has asked kai for advice on how to talk to girls SEVERAL times and the information that you should just talk to them like they’re normal people blows his mind every time (how does kai do it? Is he a witch? A demon?

Fukunaga owns at least 3 cats and they all have weird names (inspired by my friend who’s cat’s name is Fax Machine)

Kenma is the world’s driest texter (canon actually)

Also fukunaga uses :3 constantly

Fukunaga and kenma constantly bully Tora about his obsession with looksmaxing and say shit like “he can’t talk he’s too busy mewing” LMFAO (you either drip or you drown taketora)

Tora knows how to braid hair cause he’d help akane with her hair when they were younger

All of the second years used to bite people when they were kids

Third years:

The third years have done group costumes for halloween since their first year

Kai is basically the team’s dedicated tutor (Kuroo is too snarky and yaku is too impatient)

Kuroo listens to western (English) music cause he thinks it makes him seem cool and he developed a superiority complex about it. “Oh you haven’t heard of Radiohead?”

Also kuroo and yaks have pretty similar music taste (a lot of modern rock) but the key difference is Kuroo likes arctic monkeys and yaku likes the strokes (they argue about which band is better constantly (yaku is right, its the strokes))(cause they always have to be arguing about something smh)

Kai also totally has a longtime girlfriend in high school bro is possibly the only person on the team who’s done ANYTHING with a girl (probably one of the only people on the whole damn SHOW)

Kai defo knows martial arts I would not want to face him in a fight

Kuroo still uses emoticons instead of emojis :3 ;D and whenever he does, yaku makes fun of him and tells him to “get with the times”

Yaku 100% repeats what Kuroo says in a mocking tone whenever the opportunity arises

Kai is the type of person to say “personality” when asked if he prefers tits or ass

Miscellaneous:

Nekoma is the most neurodivergent team in the whole show bruh like come on 

(autistic: Lev, Kenma, fukunaga.)(kenma totally also has ARFID)

(ADHD: Inuoka, Yamamoto, (both textbook cases of ADHD in guys) Kuroo, fukunaga) (Fukunaga my AuDHD king)

(OCD: Tamahiko, shibuyama (I just get vibes ok leave me alone) 

(Yaku isn’t neurodivergent he just has anger issues lmao) 

Kai is the only sane one on the entire team

Kuroo is also 100% one of those kids who got diagnosed with adhd really young so he appears mostly normal thanks to being medicated from the age of like- 6

Every single person on the team is oblivious as to when someone is flirting with them (kai is the exception)(girls pull out the wow your hands are so big and you’re so tall all the time and NOBODY reads into it)

Kai exclusively smells like a mix of vanilla and sandalwood and on the other side of that spectrum, Yamamoto reeks of axe body spray and b.o. No matter how many times Kenma tells him that axe actually drives girls away, Tora never listens.

Akane becomes manager of the boys volleyball team once she reaches high school (the first years will be third years by then)

The team all protective as HELL over akane (canon tbh)

[changbinsboobs]

haii can you do skz ideal types? like physique and personality. thank youu

Hi:) since i want to do those readings properly im gonna do them one by one and since i already have some for individual members i'll use this ask to start with chan:)

So, i originally started doing an Ideal Type reading but it got hijacked😅 so i guess im reading on his current energy. I'll try to still add something about his ideal type if i manage getting past the bitter energy but i think ill have to redo it some other time since i believe his opinion would be very influenced by his current feelings right now.

Take it with a grain of salt!!!

Chan's current energy / Ideal Typ

For his physical type i got pretty weird cards ngl, 3 of them are the tower, 5 of cups and 5 of wands, the 4th one's queen of pentacles. Tbh i didn't really get any hints about anything physical. He seems angry and bitter.

I think this reading is gonna be hijacked by something else he wants to talk about. I sense he has had a bitter experience thats still fresh in his mind, i think he got dumped tbh!

Like im seeing a situation with lots of bickering. Ogmg ok wait i have so much to say about it this situation has so many layers!

He feels like he lost something great and regrets his stupid actions.

At the same time tho he thinks its that persons fault and if they were better he wouldn't have acted in a way that would get him dumped.

But then again he feels like he's at fault and regrets it a lot.

But he's also so angry cuz they kept having fights, and she kept exhausting him and he kept not being enough. He feels horrible when he's not enough! He doesn't want to feel like that. He wants to live up to her expectations, to peoples expectations. But he just couldn't in this situation with that person.

It seems like he actually got himself a high quality girl - the he couldn't keep obviously. And he's in so much distress with all his conflicting feelings and thoughts. Im sry but im getting a bit angry at him here🙄 its that male stupidity with lack of accountability whatsoever! You cant expect to give the bare minimum, to be an excuse of a "man" and except to get all the perks real man and masculinity gets you! Deal with the consequences bro🙄 -> not necessarily meaning him, im just seeing the picture from his view, so idk how "horrible" he actually was, i was rather talking about the general population of useless men that just have the audacity to expect the best when they themselves aren't worthy of it and then get mad when they can't keep it.

Anyways back to chan - im also getting mommy's boy vibes here omg its getting worse😩😭 i feel like with this situation he's like "forget her bro, she's not worth it. Your mom used to cook and clean, and take care of 3 children and do everything by herself and she didn't whine and was always so giving. I want a woman like that! This girl wasn't lie my mother - she's not worth it, get over her and stop feeling guilty." Don't take that monologue word for word i was rather training to paint the feeling behind his thoughts.

So yeah we have that...tbh i didn't expect him to have a reaction like that like with the comparison to his mom. The rest i expected, but this? Damn🥲

Also this whole situation seems very dramatic, but what I've noticed in the male population overall is that they tend to blow things way put of proportion, and so knowing chan and his tendencies for a victim-complex, pick me, delulu and stuff - im pretty sure this situation might've been not dramatic at all. Just 2-3 little discussions (not full blown arguments and fights as he depicts it) or even just opposing opinions, where he just felt attacked in some way just by her disagreeing or something...and then after a few dates or weeks of dating she politely told him she doesn't want to see him anymore cuz they don't see compatiable and he broke down.

Again idk how things are for real cuz i haven read the other girls energy nor have i read just the energy itself, im just reading HIS energy and perception, but it feels really needy and excagerated so thats whats leading me to believe that it might not be nearly as bad.

So i managed to get some cards on his ideal types personality only and i got those: 3 of cups, 6 of pentacles, page of cups & king of wands.

His types a younger, more innocent and inexperienced girl he can take care of and teach and lead.

She likes a girl that's social but shy. Someone he can take with when meeting his friends and show of. But as i said - social enough for him to be able to do that - but but also shy so he stays sure that theres no risk of her "going wild" (goddamn bro u forreal?🫠)

Im actually getting something about physical appearance - slender, middle hight, like just a bit shorter than him, prefferably forreign with lighter skin and ginger or light brown or dark blonde hair. Im also seeing big head? Like yk this type of body with very slender narrow shoulders, long lanky arms and legs, but a bigger head where it also seems disproportionate to the body? Its so specific i almost think thats what his last girl looked like.

And he also wants a girl thats submissive and will see up to him and make him feel like a boss or a king or a ...daddy (🤢 im sry i just cant hold in the cringe)

In conclusion - i think this ideal type i got from the cards isn't his true ideal type but rather something that came out of spite. Like if i had to guess he's describing the girl he lost, but without her empowering qualities so that he doesn't get hurt.

Judging on the energy of this reading and previous ones ive done i think he has had a think for strong dominant women because he's fascinated with inner strength and power and always wanted to conquer a woman like that because in his head it meant he has that amount of power and strength the said woman had and even more - since he has managed to tame and conquer her. Now that he's tried tho he got met with the cold reality and got a slap in the face realizing he might not be fit for the task just yet and is just sour about it😃

As weird and unexpected this reading was i really enjoyed it cuz it was really shocking to me actually and even gave me a bit of a slap in the face, reminding me how he's just a man...and that he apparently does stupid things like any other guy too.

[wenclairsupport]

Morticia is laying on the floor, bleeding after being stabbed.

Enid: "Quick, you're loosing a lot of blood! What's your type?"

Morticia: "Tall, blonde, shapeshifter, my ex room-mate, British accent."

Enid: "I mean your blood typ- Wait... WEEMS?!"

Enid and Morticia spent the next 3 hours squabling about how mother Larissa is, completely forgetting Morticia is dying.

[mammons-hubby]

Hiiii :3 can I request platonic headcanons of the brothers with MC who is a child/preteen? You pick which age you're more confident writing, but like in this 8-12 yrs range if possible, thank youuu🩷

I wasn't sure if to make the Mc be cursed or the Mc being chosen for the program while still being a child. I chose the later, hope you enjoy!

The little Mc! :

When the one stepping out of the portal was a 10 year old, he almost passed out.

Lucifer

This wasn't in the papers, at ALL. There is just no way this could've possibly happen, maybe a child stepped into the portal by accident?

But no, once the kid was questioned it was obvious they were the exchange student they were expecting.

Internal panic.

This kid can't go to the basically highschool for demons, and there are no schools in the Devildom.

He has a really stern talk with the brothers so they behave in front of them.

Depending on your behavior he may start to get more grey hairs or take a big liking to you.

In the end he ends up really attached to you.

Pampers you, and denies he does it.

"What?! I gotta take care of a kid?!"

Mammon

New babysitter for Mc. He at first dislikes it a ton, but he has a soft spot for kids so he doesn't take it on you, but you notice he is kinda mad.

Very overprotective. Not at first but with just a couple of days he really starts to like you and can't leave your side.

Will bother you to get a reaction, if you start crying he may even give you some Grimm.

Teaches you how to gamble and gets strung to the ceiling.

Gives you piggybacks.

He may involve you in money schemes at first but never putting you in any actual real harm.

Great. A little kid with sticky fingers.

Leviathan

He doesn't want you anywhere near his room at first, afraid that you will break his precious figurines or destroy his Manga collection.

He still forces you to watch Anime, but in the living room with him. Once you get a liking to it he even dresses you up as his favorite characters.

Once he realizes you won't purposefully break anything of his, he invites you to his room.

You are mesmerized by the pretty lights, the bathtub and the giant aquarium, you say hi to Henry and he melts.

He sees you looking everywhere with awe, and he feels very proud of himself.

From then, you start to play games in his room and carefully read his Mangas.

Lets you play with his tail in his demon form. He finds it kinda funny but gets grossed out when you put it in your mouth and cover it up with saliva. Eugh.

He is kind of curious about you and how you ended up in the Devildom, for Lucifer to make such an oversight is clearly extremely bizarre, almost imposible.

Satan

You kinda look at him with your big baby eyes and he looks back at you, until one of you stops staring and go back to their normal routine.

He is chosen by Lucifer to be your personal teacher. He complains but knows he has to do it.

He will try and teach you things to bother Lucifer, succeeding in some and failing in others.

But he also takes a lot of effort to learn about human culture and teach you the right things and needed things for your mental development.

Will read for you to fall asleep. Devildom fairy stories and others, you seem to like grim stuff too but he reads this stuff to you very rarely. Doesn't want you to be negatively affected.

Buys you a cat onesie and takes lots of pics. Super adorable.

He finds you extremely adorable and amusing, like a little pet.

Asmodeous

He will dress you up in the prettiests of clothings, with the most expensive perfume and hair decorations.

You seem upset and he doesn't understand at first. You explain you don't like being treated like a doll for his amusement.

He thought he was doing everything right?

He thinks about it hard and realizes that maybe being treated like a thing rather than a person must've hurt you.

He apologizes to you and offers to take you to eat something yummy.

He tries and know more about your likes and dislikes. About the shows you like, your favorite colors, the type of clothing you like.

He takes you to buy some pretty clothes of your choosing, and even gets you a cute haircut.

You feel better when you can also express yourself. But from time to time you let him dress you as he wishes, you even match clothings sometime.

Okay so at first a bit dangerous to be near him, considering he sees you as small and chubby and feels the urge to put you in his mouth.

Beelzebub

Once he controls the urges, he is very sweet and caring.

Kinda blunt when he talks, but not clueless. He is not dumb so he knows that he shouldn't say certain things, but considering he is quite honest he lets slip some stuff, but inmediatly notices and fixes it.

Will share his food with you and sit you on his lap while you eat, sorry if you get slobber on your head.

Will make sure you get proper exercise so you grow strong.

Will also take you on piggyback rides wherever you'd like.

Considering he has a younger brother, he grows attached to you very quickly and would give his life for you, and take others.

Belphegor

It depends. If this is an universe where Belphegor doesn't have a vendetta against humans, he may not care too much at first, but then begins to like you.

He would take naps with you, and help you draw and color stuff.

He is the youngest brother, so he may teach you how to get away with being a brat, much to Lucifer's dismay.

Now. If it's the og timeline Belphie?

Things are difficult. He will still try and trick you into doing the pacts with his brothers. And you're a child, so you'd probably believe him.

He does feel more guilty about wanting to kill you, but in the end commits regardless.

It's up to you to forgive him or not. He did kill a child after all.

The brothers are all shocked at him, and disgusted.

It takes a while before things settle down after discovering you're Lilith's descendant.

They're very wary of leaving you with him in a room, in case he tries to hurt you.

But Belphegor feels extremely guilty. It eats him alive, he can't believe that his rage for humanity would make him kill a literal kid.

He tries to make it up to you by being present in your life. Helping you get ready on your day to day life. Taking you places you need to go, pampering you.

It's still up to you if you'll ever forgive him. Perhaps you do, but you'll never forget it.

You can still have a nice relationship with him though, it's not the end of the world. And your life is just beginning.

[reyreadersblog]

"A duel my love?"

Pairs: Lyra x Grayson, Lyrason.

Warnings: swords, fighting.

AN: this is basically set after TGG, also i am writing in first person because i phisically can't write in third person and i'm sorry if it's not your cup of tea, also sorry if it's too corny😭🙏🏻

Tags: @reminiscentreader @lxvebelle @jkriordanverse @f4iry-bell @dutifullysparklyphilosopher @two-braincells-in-total @wish-i-were-heather @whatsamongus @lyrakanefanatic

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LYRA'S POV:

If you'd told me a year and a half ago that today i'd be standing in front of the opening gates of the Hawthorne mansion with my boyfriend, Grayson Hawthorne beside me, i'd laugh at your face and praise your imagination.

Oh, well...you know what they say, only time can tell.

To say the house is huge is an understatement, it's enormous. Until now i had only seen it in magazines and social media.

A few weeks ago Avery Grambs, a Hawthorne heiress and Grayson's brothers insisted that i visited them with Grayson.

"you need to visit us at the mansion, i'll be your guide" Avery said.

"yeah, you're part of the family now" Xander winked at me.

I am part of the family now.

I am part of the family now.

I am part of the family now.

I repeated that sentence few times in my head and smiled to myself.

"Lyra" a voice called behind.

"Lyra" a voice, his voice.

"Huh?" I blurted out.

"Lyra, are you okay sweetheart?" Grayson stood in front of me caressing my cheek, looking a bit concerned, I melted into his touch.

I took his hand in mine and smiled at him.

"I'm alright, i just...zoned out a bit"

Grayson smiled back at me, and i could swear everytime he smiled, i felt days of my lifetime taken out of my body. It was killing me.

Then suddenly it hit me.

"Oh, wait i forgot to take out my luggage!" I panicked.

Grayson chuckled and i felt kind of embarrased.

I'm sorry mister but i'm just getting used to this lifestyle.

"You don't have to worry about them, i told the valet to take it to our room" when he said "our" i felt something in my stomach.

Was i having butterflies?

Jesus, we've been dating for almost a year and he still found a way to make me anxious (in a good way).

"Are we going to meet them inside?" I asked.

"Yes, but before i want to show you something"

"Show me what?" I arched an eyebrow.

He took my hands and kissed them.

"You'll see, i just need you to follow me" and so i did, i followed him. First thing i saw was a giant fountain and two paths, splitting of in both directions. The great garden had everything: Brenches, flowers, bushes, fountains and...a hedge maze.

"Where exacly are we going?" I asked him, following his every move.

"You're not usually this impatient" he told me, ignoring the question, slightly smiling.

"Well, i don't know, what if you're kidnapping me?" I teased him.

"I know better than to kidnapp Lyra Catalina Kane"

I watched his every move and every turn...and it would be a lie if i said i didn't stare at his muscles which you could see even when he wore his armors.

Right turn. Left turn. Forward. Left. Right.

Every once in a while he'd turn his head and look at me, i don't know if this was his way of adoration or his way of making sure i was right by his side.

"We're here" Grayson said.

Finally we arrived at what i guessed would be the center, a large square area. I don't know what i expected, but it wasn't this. And then i saw Grayson kneeling, touching something undernearth the grass and all of a sudden i felt ground shaking.

I stepped closer and i saw a steel compartment embedded in the ground, about six feet long, three feet wide and not that deep. I looked in Grayson's direction, he was holding something metal.

A sword.

I laughed. a shocking laugh.

This i didn't expect at all.

"Longswords" we both said at the same time.

I knelt down to hold it.

"Careful, they're heavy" Grayson warned me and i rolled my eyes at him.

It was indeed heavy, about 3 feet long, with a T- shaped hilt.

I brushed my hand through the hard metal.

"Type Xll, sword of the early middle ages, grete swerdes"

Grayson smiled at me and he looked..proud.

"A duel my love?" I asked him.

"No" he said without hesetating.

"What? Why?" I asked confused

"Lyra, i've been practicing sword fighting ever since i turned 6, my grandfather made sure i knew every technique and i don't want to-"

"Ohhhh..so that's what this is about..you think of me as a low oponent, i'm guessing me telling you the history of this sword wasn't enough to make you believe how skilled i am, huh?" I chuckled

"I just don't want to hu-"

Swing.

I swung at him aware of every muscle in my body and his.

He avoided it, and now our blades made an "X".

"Try me, asshole" i said smirking.

Grayson smiled softly. Everything about it was dangerous.

Grayson stepped forward and we both swing the sword at the same time.

Nice stance, he needs to work more on his reflex though.

But he isn't showing his full potential. He is going easy on me.

I knew it, sword fighting has always been one of my passions and i hated when people underestimated me.

My sword touched his.

Winning against Grayson is going to be easy, all i need is control and balance.

One of the main rules of sword swinging was to never look into an oponent's eyes more than 2 seconds, always pay attention to the sword and the way your oponent moves.

Yet i could't take my eyes away from his.

Ever since we started dating, i'd look into his eyes and i could swear every day they were different shades. One day they'd be grey like the ashes, the second day they'd be blue, but not like the sky, like the pool he swam in at nights.

Concentrate. I remind myself.

I take a step back..and lost the balance.

That's what happens when you act stupid.

Before i fell, Grayson caught me with one hand.

His hand. My waist.

We both laughed softly, his hot breath on my mouth.

And then i kissed him. Hard and fast.

Both of us melt in this kiss.

And i could feel him slowly loosing control.

He lowered sword, his other hand traveling from my cheek to my neck, softly grabbing my hair.

And then i pulled away, sweeped my leg, turned around and swung at him again.

"Your grandfather didn't teach you to never be swayed by a sexy woman?"

Grayson opened his mouth to say something and suddenly stopped.

"Your arm- You're bleeding Lyra" Grayson panicked.

I looked at my left arm, i was indeed bleeding.

How did this happen?

He came closer to look at my arm. He looked very worried.

"Gray, it's just a scratch-"

"Just a scratch Lyra? This is an injury, we need to go back, i'll fix you up"

Grayson Hawthorne would destroy the world before he'd let anything or anyone hurt me. So there was no point in going against his will right now.

"Okay, but i'd really like to continue this later"

"Sword swinging, or the kiss?" He knew what he was doing.

I smiled as he pulled me in for a kiss.

I knew we were going to do anything like that in a hedge maze but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to.

Grayson pulled away.

"Lyra-"

"I know, i know, let's get back to the mansion."

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[theeldritchdarling]

All Tomorrows/Killer Folk AU: The Accurst Diaspora

Accurst are Areians born with physical features and or characteristics that differ from the norm. These can range from human-like features (hands, feet, breasts, and or genitalia) to unusual/rare fur and mane colors or patterns.

Accurst are, technically, genetically and culturally extinct. Accurst were once one of the many bands of Areians that wondered Areia. But, because of their features, they were hunted down. The Accurst go from a physically distinct cline to an extremely rare oddity that occasionally appears in other clines. Any other unique and distinct features they once had have been lost to time.

The same goes for their culture. Cultural extinction has led to almost nothing of their unique culture from remaining, with only few features still being in practice. The few that remain include memory beads/braiding, moon flutes, and a few other practices.

The reason for this vitriol varies, but a common cross-cultural story is that the ancestors of the Accurst dared to go against The Beast. A Neolithic entity that embodies what many Areians view as The Six Truths: Blood and fertility, hunting and death, and health and sickness. As consequence, they were ancestors of the Accurst were cursed with their appearance and were to wander the world without home or clan.

Some statistics:

1. Accurst make up only 0.05% of the current world population (pre-industrialization)

2. Even if both parents are Accurst, there is only a 25% chance of a child inheriting Accurst traits. (Autosomal Recessive Inheritance)

3. Accurst traits are highly recessive; they were once celebrated as meaning that the individual was blessed and highly connected to the spirits

4. The probability of a child being born with Accurst traits from “Typ.” Parents is exceedingly low

[hamartia-mmff]

the pack | moodboard dumpster

I might have a problem (: but have fun anyway <3

Corrupted! Asylum Nurse! Liri x Corrupter! Asylum Patient! Prophy

inspiration: Einer flog über das Kuckucksnest | The System of Dr. Tarr and Prof. Fether (Edgar Allan Poe) | Joker & Harley Quinn, Arkham Asylum | 1800s Asylums | Horror Vibes

synopses: Das AU spielt irgendwann in den 1840ern in einer Irrenanstalt, in der Liri als Krankenschwester arbeitet und Prophy, der Stimmen hört und Selbstgespräche führt, wegen einer verstörenden Mordserie einsitzt. Anfangs stempelt Liri ihn noch als den üblichen Spinner ab, aber schon bald setzten sich seine Worte in ihrem Kopf fest und das Flüstern seiner kratzigen Stimme folgt ihr durch die Korridore. Als sie den Fehler macht und anfängt seinem Wahn zu lauschen und sich ihr Verstand immer mehr verabschiedet, ist es auch schon zu spät...Ihm die Zwangsjacke abzunehmen und Prophy aus seiner Isolationszelle zu lassen erscheint plötzlich gar nicht mehr so verrückt...wer regiert eine Irrenanstalt schließlich besser, als der Irrste aller Irren?

Priest! Vi & Nun! Bastet x Incubi! Zelos & Rhys

inspiration: brain rot | basically every incubus story ever | corruption vibes | lmao most innocent pack members x most perverted pack members is kinda fun, I don't make the rules

synopses: AU in dem Priester Vi und Nonne Bastet aus Versehen (ja wirklich!) Incubi Zelos und Rhys beschwören. Diese wiederum wollen die armen unschuldigen Seelen nicht in Ruhe lassen...this isn't that deep (: Vi & Bastet are probably dying after Zelos and Rhys have to explain what kind of demon they are...so nothing to see here

Hänsel! Sune & Gretel! Fly x Witcher! Prophy

inspiration: fairytale stuff obviously | die Vorstellung von Prophy als Hexer, der in einem Knusperhäuschen sitzt und ähhh...sehr zartes Fleisch isst und kleine Kiddies mit gruseligen Süßigkeiten anlockt hat mich nicht losgelassen :')) u can't tell me he won't Fly und Sune als Geschwisterpärchen fand ich einfach nur süß, so als "Nesthäkchen" des Rudels und in Kombi mit Prophy noch so viel besser.

synopses: Hänsel! Sune & Gretel! Fly wurden im Wald ausgesetzt. Auf der Suche nach dem Nachhauseweg treffen sie auf den Hexer! Prohpy. Während Hänsel! Sune so gar nicht versteht, warum seine Schwester die hagere Gestalt so seltsam und suspekt findet, ist Gretel! Fly etwas skeptischer...Oh der Kerl hat Süßigkeiten? Warum hat er das nicht gleich gesagt? Natürlich gehen wir mit ihm in zu seinem Haus aus Lebkuchen ((:

Siren! Jay x Harpy! Liri

inspiration: greek mythology | there wasn't enough wlw in this moodboard dumpster I kinda ship it | just love the liri bird and jay fish vibe together | girlboss moments lmao

synopses: AU with just two girl pals hunting men and eating them, nothing more...nevermind they probably share their prey and kisses (:

Kitsune! Asuka x Bakeneko! Bastet

inspiration: japanese mythology | soft and cute stuff | girl(boy) pals | I wanted some fluff

synopses: Yokai AU in dem sich Kitsune Asuka und Bakeneko Bastet in menschlicher Gestalt auf ein japanisches Festival schleichen. Bastet ist nur leider super tollpatschig und wird sofort verlegen, wenn sie ein Typ anspricht, wodurch sich vor lauter Nervosität ihr gegabelter Katzenschweif sofort zeigt. Kitsune Asuka hat also alle Hände voll zu tun, damit das Yokai-Duo nicht auffliegt und ganz vielleicht kann er ja auch Bastet mit den Männern helfen...Bastet ist nicht zu helfen

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[thatwritterbeach]

hug and soul string tugs .3

dc masterlist

Dick Grayson x reader romantic Jason Todd x reader romantic

Dick Grayson x Jason platonic Tim Drake x reader platonic

Summary: Damian gets in on the soulmate circle, he's not a fan

warnings: blood, conon typ' violence, rejection, soul sickness (soulmates au ) angst, unedited,

A/N: I do not own dc

Tim had been sharing a bed with Y/n and Dick without issue but Jason insisted on sleeping on the couch they'd added to the room. He was still close enough the bond didn't ache but it still wasn't helping either. Tim having never been bonded was a wreck. Bouts of panic from having people close to him all the time, fully dissociating when he simply couldn't process all the emotions. He seemed to feel things almost as deeply as y/d did, getting the brunt of all the others emotions on top of his own. They couldn't figure out why, assuming it had to do with three bonds being formed instantaneously and his soul was just struggling to make sense of it all. He spent some nights in between the others a content smile on his face, laughing and talking like it was nothing. Other nights he would cling to the edge of the bed closest to where Jason slept, silently crying himself to sleep. It was annoying, feeling so deeply for his would be murderer, but no matter how much he fought it his soul called out to Jay's, begging for his brother's affection.

Jay for his part outwardly appeared fine. No bags under his eyes, and never a hitch in his step, to anyone else he appeared content. But Tim and y/n could feel it, maybe more than Jason even realized. He was struggling with the constant change. Sharing his soul mate and the guilt from causing her pain.

Dick was ok, he was sad and upset that Jason seemed to be keeping his distance but he understood. And the sheer joy he felt from being connected to several people he loved far outweighed any sadness. When he woke up from a nightmare about not being able to save someone or hands on him he didn't want there was always two people with unconditional and easily shown love and one with still unconditional but less easy to show love to sooth him.

The problem came a few weeks after Tim joined their little group. Y/n's soul sickness had gone away when the new bond formed, and Jason was extra careful to spend time with her and tug 'i love you's' into the bond. But something was wrong, she could feel it. Parts of her were hurting where there were no injuries, and the other's were free of even a bruise when she checked. She swore her wrist was broken when she woke up on Monday but Alfred assured her there wasn't a thing out of place. On Tuesday her ribs ached like she'd been kicked. Wednesday blood started pouring from her nose at the dinner table. Finally someone was listing to her and she was moved to the med bay in the cave. They ran every test under the sun, even had Leslie come out to check but found nothing, not a hair out of place, not even a cavity. On Thursday she was making a cup of coffee for Tim when she dropped to the floor and started seizing the shattered mug making shallow cuts all over as she thrashed.

"Shit, Bruce," Jason yelled as he cradled her head in his lap. Dick was sweeping away the broken mug and Tim was holding down her arms and legs so she didn't hurt herself.

"How long," Bruce demanded sending Leslie an sos message.

"I don't know, she was like this when I walked in." Blood was dripping from her nose and foam was starting to work it's way out of her mouth so he turned her on her side. just as quickly as it started it was over, her eyes unfocused and breathing too shallow.

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"If I didn't know any better I'd say she has a collapsed lunge and head trauma."

"But she hasn't sustained any injuries," Bruce confirmed. They were all back in the cave, watching the too shallow too slow rise and fall of her chest. Tubes and wires all over even though there weren't any injuries to heal.

"It's possible..." Leslie started but trailed off in thought.

"What, anything, any ideas-" Dick cut himself off with a shudder, tears making a steady stream. Jason and Tim were both huddled up next to him, their bonds aching in response to y/n's pain.

"She seems to form bonds... easily, it's completely unheard of to have two let alone three. Has she come into contact with anyone else in the life? It's possible she's formed another bond without realizing it, and that person is sustaining these injuries?"

"You think someone in the league or Titans is doing this?"

"Not on purpose, they're most likely just going about their day doing their job and can't stop from being injured. Has she met anyone new recently?"

"No," Jason answered. She hadn't left the Manor and nobody had come to visit.

On Friday she woke up screaming clutching at a wound in her stomach that wasn't there and eyes glowing green. Jason dropped to his knees in shock, hands going over his ears trying to block out the sound. She screamed her voice raw, clawing at her abdomen and begging them to make the pain stop, her eyes staying green until they closed and the beeping machines turned to blaring and the sound of a flatline. People moved around Jason working to save but he could feel the bond slipping, green eyes haunting him.

"This is my fault," he whispered, when she was stable and everyone was sitting in tense silence.

"No," Bruce said firmly.

"Me coming back-the pit must'v, the bond must'v absorbed some of the pit 'r somethin'."

"Jason we don't know that," Dick tried, but he was too tired to fight him on it. Every tug on his bond going unanswered by the woman he loved.

"Maybe it would help to put her in the pit," Tim said softly, easing away from Jason in preparation.

"NO!"

"It might help, I don't know even it out? She doesn't hold anger, it might not..."

"Turn her into a crazed lunatic," Jason snapped but made no move to strangle him so he carried on.

"With all of us to help, she might have an easier time," Dick agreed, warming up to the idea.

"And how would the misses feel about this?"

"She'd hate it, but she's been outvoted," Tim said pulling out his phone to track down Ra's.

"I'll call Thalia," Bruce said interrupting his search.

Two days later they were all standing around a bubbling green pit and Jason was doing his best to keep his food in his stomach. Thalia had agreed to carry her in and was doing just that when the girl gasped awake and started thrashing. A young boy stepped out from the circle of guards around them and grabbed y/n's hand causing her to freeze.

(did I just make another bond with dami, are we collecting the batboys like pets, yes)

"So father, why hasn't she attached herself to you," Damian asked with a sniff, wondering around the manor living area and periodically checking for dust. Everyone else was piled on the couch, Y/n spread out on three laps, awake but not fully aware.

"I don't know, I don't spend much time with her."

"Tt, I've spent no time and yet she has latched onto me like a viper-"

"Watch it demon brat." Damian gasped in response bending to put his hands on his knees.

"What was that!"

"She's probably trying to speak to you though the bond," Dick said calmly, fingers running through her hair.

"Why does it feel like that?"

"Like a string around your heart," Tim supplied.

"Yes...how do I respond," he said when he felt it again. She was insistent, tugging in a way he couldn't decipher.

"Is she tugging three times in order, or is it more sparatic?"

"Three times."

"She's saying ' I love you'," Tim clarified.

"Tt, she doesn't even know me."

"Doesn't matter, she loves you. She loved me the second the bond was formed."

"How do I stop her?"

"Damian," Bruce suddenly chastised.

"Dami, not even death can stop it. When Jason died she felt everything."

"Then she is weak," he accused then dropped to his knees at the overwhelming emotions she was sending through the bond. Love fully surrounding him until he was choking on it.

"Stop that," he demanded aloud, trying to convey hatred through the bond but he had no practice. He felt the three tugs again and again, even though she was a few feet away seemingly unaware of her surroundings.

"How is she doing that!"

"She can do it in her sleep, whatever you feel she feels stronger, her bonds to us are...I don't know, just stronger I guess, only small amounts of what she'd feeling gets though to us," Dick explained poorly.

"Small amount! She's burning me alive!"

"With love," Jason said on a laugh and Damian lunged for him. Before anyone could move to stop him he was tackled to the ground by y/n, her arms firmly around him as he thrashed, rolling him under her while maintaining the bear hug. He hissed like an angry kitten and she laughed at him while peppering his face with kisses.

"Mine, mine mine," she said with every peck. Still sending love through the bond.

Eventually he stilled, still glaring and sending hate through the bond but he hadn't released it so she took it as permission to roll them to a seated position, him in her lap with her fingers running through his hair.

"Mine," she cooed at him with a soft smile.

"Does she know any other words," Damian scowled but again didn't wiggle away from the affection.

"She's never been so....," Dick trailed off looking to the others.

"Out of it," Tim tried with a shrug.

"She's lucid, I've never seen her like this, even when I came back from the dead. Maybe two bonds forming so close together-"

"Two," Damian interrupted narrowing his eyes at them.

"Well yeah, she only bonded with me about a month ago. She was a mother hen, keeping me close and fawning over me, but she still spoke and seemed present?"

"Tt, are you saying it's my fault."

"We're saying her emotion might be a little...off right now, and this is how she's coping. Give her a few more hours, she was near death just yesterday," Bruce said standing with a heavy sigh. "I haven't slept in days and neither have any of you, Damian, I expect you can be trusted not to kill anyone for a few hours?" The boy nodded. "Good, the rest of you, bed, now or I get Alfred to tie you down."

"I'm not leaving her with a killer," Jason protested.

to be continued ( I don't know where I'm going with this so hope ya'll stay for the ride)

@stormz369

[llama-sidekick]

Wdym 88min das ist ja n ganzer Spielfilm 😭

Ok lets go das Intro kenn sogar ich

@sentaluise @phoenix-is-still-here das wird sicher auch interessant für euch, ihr seid doch auch Tatort Fans und danke @papierchen für die Motivation das hier zu schauen

Here we go, meine Gedanken (quasi) live

(Das hier wird lang)

Folge 1 - Das fleißige Lieschen

Bro yelling at a child wtf

Ich wusste ich mag den anderen Dude jetzt schon :D

Oh ja ich lauf auch immer durch Zäune die sagen "Lebensgefahr". Chill. Easy.

Oh ER stirbt. Und wir kennen jetzt schon den Mörder? IST ÜBERHAUPT SCHON WER TOT ICH BIN VERWIRRT

Wait wait wer beschuldigt wen. Zurück spulen kurz. Sus. Und wir starten direkt mit "who can i trust" Angst I LOVE IT.

Oh mein Gotttt der haunted Blick in seinen Augen. DAS ZÖGERN BEVOR ER DURCH DIE TÜR GEHT UM SICH DEM NEUEN VORZUSTELLEN. UND EIN FLASHBACK? HUH? ICH GLAUB MEIN KOPF EXPLODIERT.

OHHH GO GIB IHM lmao amazing. Theyre gay. Wie lange haben die einander angestarrt. MIT DEM BLICK.

UMARMUNG. Ich vibriere vor excitement.

Warum sieht der Adam Dude so emo aus. Er ist so edgy. I love him.

Ahhh edgy und brooding I love him.

Warum fasst er Beweismaterial mit der bloßen Hand an.

What kind of backstory haben die??¿¿¿???¿? Im so intrigued. Normalerweise sind die edits besser als die Story aber hierbei wohl nicht?? Ich hab hohe Erwartungen.

Ich will in dem Hexenhäuschen leben bitte.

WER IST DER TOTE ICH BIN SO VERWIRRT

Danke für die Exposition my guy. Jetzt verstehen auch meine 3 Gehirnzellen was.

"Ach weißt du Ester, es ist vielleicht gut wenn jemand die Todesnachricht überbringt der sein Gehirn anschalten kann." Oh my god slas King 😭

Also not him being protective of Adam instantly

Ich kann mir legit nur einen Namen merken und das ist der von Edgy Guy™

Aha Edgy Guy direkt auf Konfrontationskurs I see how it is. Broo tone it down.

Edgy Guy hat Trauma.

Der closeted gay Mörder ist ein win für Diversity.

Edgy Guy du brauchst Therapie. Aber heavy. Ich glaub ich hab meinen Lieblingscharakter jetzt schon gefunden.

Das abzufotografieren cant be legal.

Edgy Bro hat n Aggressionsproblem-

HAT ER SICH GERADE IM SCHNEIDERSITZ AUF DEN TISCH GESETZT HE IS SO ME. Ich liebs.

Die in der grünen Jacke platzt einfach in den Hass Staring Contest des Jahres rein I cant. Warum sind alle da so hart passiv aggressiv.

"Der Traurige" 😭 sag ich doch, Edgy™

Das ist der Plot von ner Hurt/Comfort Fanfic und ich liebe es. So sehr.

Bro sieht konstant aus als würde er wen umbringen wollen.

Gay lovers. I love them. OH NEIN DER VATER- ENTARTET? BRO? ICH HASS DEN VATER?!

Warum haben die alle so fancy Tischgedeck? So fancy sieht unser Abendessen nicht aus.

War mir sicher Edgy Bro schreit ihn jetzt an.

Ohhhhhhh I LOVE EDGY BRO erst mal protective über seinen lang verlorenen Kindheitsfreund. Aber big f dass keiner von seinen Kollegen ihm vertraut.

Hat Edgy Bro Angst vor Hunden? Wäre valid bei der Backstory. Und er hat ne Shrimp Posture.

Oh bro Adam klingt jedes Mal wenn er was sagt als würde er gleich explodieren. Meine Anxiety by dem Dude geht durch die Decke.

Ist die alte Frau der Mörder?

Waffe auf unbewaffnete richten doesnt sound legal? OH PARCOUR BRO das war cool

Warum sieht Leo IMMER scared aus wenn die Kamera ihn filmt? Bro du hast ne Knarre hör auf auszusehen wie ein Kaninchen.

WARNSCHUSS? IS THAT LEGAL? BRO YOURE SHAKING ich will ihn schütteln.  Wir haben Aggressionsproblem und Angstha- ICH WUSSTE DASS ER IHN ÜBERFAHREN WIRD ICH WUSSTE S ICH LIEBE IHN

"Leo es ist alles gut" ist das softeste was der Typ bisher in der ganzen Folge gesagt hat. 🥺

HUND VON DER BRÜCKE GEWORFEN WAS

Isst er Popcorn während er einfach am Wegesrand chillt. Was. Ah okay.

Edgy Bro fahrs eins runter du hast vielleicht recht aber du wirkst wie n Arsch. Wie n Arsch der ne tickende Zeitbombe ist.

Immer wenn er was macht denke ich "bitte bring ihn nicht um". Das ist nicht gut Bro.

"Das ist doch ihr Bruder?" - "Ja." Bro 😭 Bro that whole scene. Bro step away from that guy. Ahhhrggghh. Mein Herz kann das nicht.

WARUM SIND IN DER FOLGE SO VIELE TOTE HUNDE i didnt sign up for that.

ES IST DER GLEICHE HUND.

ER HAT DEN HUND GETÖTET. WTF. WAS IST DAS.

Ich sag doch die alte Frau wars.

Trägt Edgy Bro eigentlich auch was anderes als Rollkragen?

OH THAT SOFT SMILE you're killing me bro

Okay jetzt muss ich die zweite Folge ja direkt hinterher gucken oder?

[lords-of-mayhem]

Ultimate Omegaverse Questions/Ask Game

Here's a list of tons of omegaverse centered questions with the aim of letting you further explore the universe and build it your own way. Feel free to use this as an ask game, a reference sheet, etc. Please just do not repost without credit. (I also apologize if any of these are rephrased versions of each other <3)

How similar to wolves are they in your world? Can they shift? If so, how much? Is it voluntary or involuntary?

Do betas exist in your world?

If betas exist, what roles do they play? How are they seen by alphas? Omegas? What is expected of them as a whole?

Do betas date alphas, omegas, and/or other betas? Is there any stigma around a beta dating an alpha or omega?

How long do ruts last? Heats? How often are they? Are they debilitating or manageable? Does it depend on the person?

Are people's presentations known at birth or do they have to present?

If they present, when do most people present? Is it easy to tell what someone will be beforehand?

Is there a stigma around alphas? If so, what does it look like? How are they viewed? What's the role they're expected to play?

Is there a stigma around omegas? If so, what does it look like? How are they viewed? What's the role they're expected to play?

Are alphas and omegas discouraged from spending time together? Are they encouraged to?

Are arranged partnerships a thing in your world? Does everyone have one or just certain people? How is the arrangement decided?

Do alphas court their omegas? If so, give an example of what this might look like. Do omegas court their alphas? If so, give an example of what this might look like.

In a beta x alpha/omega pairing, is courting involved? If so, which way does it go? Does that change based on if they're with an omega or alpha?

Do betas have a scent? If so, how strong is it? Does their scent change based on any factors?

Is the "alpha voice" a thing? If so, does it work? Are the results consistent or do they depend? Is it possible for omegas/betas to ignore it? Is it accepted socially or looked down on?

Conversely, does an omega equivalent of this exist?

What is omega anatomy like in your universe? Do omegas have a penis, a vagina, or something else? Does it depend on the omega?

What is alpha anatomy like in your universe? Do female alphas have a penis? Can alphas knot outside of sex? Can they do it outside of rut?

Can omegas get pregnant outside of heat or do they have to be in it?

Are there physical differences between an alpha and an omega? Height, voice, build, etc.?

Who generally makes up a pack? Family, friends, a mate, etc? Does this change throughout a person's life? What's the dynamic usually like? Is one person more "in charge"?

Is preheat/prerut a thing? How long does it last? What are the usual symptoms?

Is it possible to be trans? (A person born an omega who identifies as an alpha, for example.) If so, is it accepted?

Do heat and rut suppressants exist? If so, are they accessible? Is there a stigma around them? Are there any limits to how long someone can use them? Do they have any negative side effects?

Are male omegas able to get pregnant? Impregnate?

Are female alphas able to get pregnant? Impregnate?

Is a person's presentation random or based on genetics? Do certain families have a higher rate of alphas/omegas/etc?

Are alpha x alpha and omega x omega pairings a thing? How common are they? Is this accepted? Is one accepted more than the other?

What roles are associated with being an omega? An alpha?

Is polyamory a thing in your universe? Is it common? Is it stigmatized?

Are people able to have more than one mate over a lifetime? Can a person get "divorced" for instance? Is the process easy or difficult?

Is it expected that pairings will have pups?

What does the mating process look like?

What kind of scents are typically associated with omegas?

What kind of scents are typically associated with alphas?

If betas have a scent, what kind of scents are typically associated with them?

Do soulmates exist in your universe? If so, how are they identified? Does everyone have one? Is it possible to fall in love with someone who isn't your soulmate? If so, how does it work?

Do alphas tend to be more dominant or submissive? What about omegas? Betas?

Do omegas nest? If so, what's usually included in the nest? How often do they do it?

Do alphas or betas nest as well? If so, what's usually included in theirs and how often do they do it?

Do alphas get aggressive with one another? If so, how common is it? Is it looked down on or just accepted as normal? Are there certain things that cause it?

Is it hard for alphas and omegas to ignore their instincts? What do they usually give into the most?

How do the different presentations usually treat one another? Are they condescending? Kind? Are there certain things they expect from the other presentations?

Are mates treated as equals? Is one mate considered more in charge than the other? If so, which one? What does this look like in daily life?

Do omegas have friends who are alphas? Is this normal or looked down on? Does it change once one or both people are in a relationship? Is it more socially accepted for alphas to be friends with omegas or for omegas to be friends with alphas?

Are there drugs to induce heat/ruts? What are they used for? Are they accessible?

Is it common for friends to help out with heats or ruts? If so, in what ways? Just taking care of them or the sexual part as well?

Are alphas, betas, or omegas better with pups? Are they equally good with them?

Is casual sex/one night stands common? Are they looked down on or are they accepted?

Is there any service to hire an alpha/omega for sex? Is it more common to hire alphas or omegas? Is sex work accepted?

Is there any service to match people for heats/ruts? Is it common? Is it accepted?

Do packs have to approve of the alpha/omega that their packmate is seeing?

Is physical affection common between friends? Is it more common with one presentation than another?

Are alphas and omegas raised differently than each other? If so, how are alphas raised? How are omegas? How are betas?

Can an omega's heat trigger an alpha's rut? Another omega's heat? Can an alpha's rut trigger an omega's heat? Another alpha's rut?

What are the symptoms of a rut?

What are the symptoms of a heat?

What traits/instincts do alphas have?

What traits/instincts do omegas have?

What traits/instincts do betas have?

Can an omega produce slick outside of their heat?

Are there more alphas or omegas? Or an even-ish amount? If there are betas in your universe, how many are there?

Are alphas rare? Are female alphas rare? If so, are female alphas seen as more desirable?

Are omegas rare? Are male omegas rare? If so, are male omegas seen as more desirable?

Does mating (claiming someone as your mate) have to be consensual? If not, how does that work?

How much control does a person have over their mate?

Do different emotions change how someone smells? Does sickness? Pregnancy?

Does a person smell different when they're mated versus when they're single?

Do people's scents mix with their partner's? If so, how long does it take? How long does it take to go away once they break up?

What kind of birth control options are available in your world?

Do omegas' heat cycles sync up? Do alphas' ruts?

Can an omega's heat sync up with an alpha's rut? Does this happen only when the pair are dating/together or does it happen to anyone in close proximity?

Are restrooms/locker rooms based off of presentation or gender?

Do dorms allow alphas and omegas to room together? Do they allow alphas and omegas to room with betas?

Is it common for platonic alphas and omegas to live together?

Are there weddings in your universe? Is a wedding different from a mating? (For example, can a couple be married but not mated?)