#│Keep Going Strong : Volt

[emeraldtied]

↳ @familylightfox asked: “Sonic?” The concern was clear in the hybrid’s voice as he approached his husband. The night air was crisp and cool, but something still felt off. He couldn’t place it, but his brows furrowed as he reached out a hand to place on a fluffy shoulder.

{➹} – HE HAD LEFT without much warning, but since he had been spending most nights outside lately some part of the hero hoped his partner wouldn't think too much of it. But the moment the hero stepped outside, basked in the light of the full moon, something had changed. This time he couldn't deny it.

It was also the last cognitive thought the hedgehog had.

He wouldn't have known how he ended up near the lake on the border of the zone, why he found himself watching the local ferals in a new enchantment...or why he thought it was perfectly fine to skewer one or two with his claws before proceeding to do the same with his fangs. He wasted nothing, cared little about the blood staining his muzzle and hands, paid no attention to what was around him.

The only time he turned around was the touch on his shoulder.

There was little recognition in the gaze, but there was anger. The snarl that ripped from the hedgehog's throat was all the sign he wasn't himself, pin-point pupils boring into the hybrid.

[chaosworthy]

↳ @familylightfox asked: Despite the fact that they were taking time to think things over, Volt continued his routine of making them tea. Now he was much more careful moving about the kitchen, and just about everywhere in the house, with keeping his wings out of the way. The tea cup was set on the table in his partner’s office before he went to head back downstairs and make a cup for himself.

    {➹} – IT WAS A BITTERSWEET thing. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, what had happened had managed to silence the noise in the hero's head. There was no more thumping, no odd sounds that he couldn't place beyond that. Yet, at the same time, it had caused his thoughts to run haywire, for his mind to be filled with something else entirely.

A big part of it all was what to say to his partner. They couldn't stay like this, he knew neither of them wanted to stay like this, but he was at a loss. He could still feel something in the pit in his stomach, and he didn't know if it was residual irritation or something else entirely.

What he did know was that sitting in that room was getting him nowhere. And he imagined it was quite a sight for his partner as they opened the door, letting light stream in again which took the hedgehog by surprise for two reasons. The fact that he had been apparently sitting in the dark at all when he could see perfectly fine, and the cup that had been set down.

Set down and stared at as the hybrid made their way out of the room once more. The hero could feel his lips quirk, and in that second he had made up his mind and looked back to the door.

"Volt....?" His voice, hopefully, traveled down the hall before his partner got too far.

[emeraldtied]

{➹} – IF A SMILE was worth a thousand words then the feline had just hit that, and then some. He looked so pleased that Arrow felt a warmth in his chest that he didn't even try to stop from bleeding over to his partner. Funny how one bath could change so much, and the hedgehog hoped the trend would continue that evening and tomorrow. And for quite some time after.

All too happy to lift his arms when prompted, the feline actually let out a small giggle as he disappeared into the shirt and soon emerged on the other side. His hands ran over the foreign fabric for a moment before another yawn took over. Yep, time for bed.

"C'mon, Kiddo. Let's get you settled in." It didn't take much more than another gesture for the boy to go to the waiting bedroom, though he seemed a little torn when it came to the bed, looking between it and the floor. Only after a minute or two did he seem to decide and make his way under the covers and with the hero's help was tucked in. Snug but not trapped by any means.

Be it the warmth of the bath, the security of the blankets or everything catching up with him, the feline's eyes were beginning to droop. But they seemed determined to stay awake a little longer as they looked at the hedgehog who had knelt at the side of the bed. "Are we....goin' back to the city tomorrow...?"

"No, we thought we'd take you around the village for a few things, if you want," he explained, noting that boy seemed to like the idea. Grinning, emerald eyes flashed to the door, then back with a playful look. "As much as I'm sure Volt doesn't mind you borrowing his, we figured getting you a few clothes of your own an' a few odds an' ends might be a little better."

The boy smiled, in agreement, but his expression fell a few moments later. There was a weight to his next question, and Arrow knew why yet didn't let his own falter that much. "Does that mean...I get to stay here...?"

Reaching out, he carefully ruffled the fur between the feline's ears, tone nothing but reassuring. "If we have any say in it, you will for a long time. We don't leave people behind in this family."

The plan for the next day was met with a nod before the hybrid leaned over to sneak a quick kiss on his husband's cheek. There was plenty of time the rest of the night to discuss everything else while the boy slept. Especially since his ears had caught the sound from the bathroom, he made his way out into the hall with his shirt.

Seeing the bright smile and clean fur brought a smile to Volt's face as he knelt down. "Arms up, bud."

Rather than force the young boy to dress himself, it only took until he raised his arms to slip the shirt over his head and smooth it down to give a decent amount of coverage. It would do for the night. A quick little tussle of fur to fix what the shirt had ruffled before gesturing to the waiting bedroom.

A look was given to his partner, a smile. "Why don't ya get him settled in bed, and I'll handle cleanin' up the bathroom."

If anyone could handle the bedtime routine, it was the hero. So many times of getting their daughter settled over the years when they had been together, Volt was confident by the time he was done cleaning, the boy would be out like a light, and they could head downstairs to enjoy the rest of their night.

Not to mention discuss the rest of the steps moving forward.

[metranart]

Imagine Sukuna stealing control to show you what a REAL ORGASM should feel like after getting fed up with being a spectator to Yuji's lovemaking sessions…

“That’s it,” Sukuna praises, pressing a kiss against your hair, openly ignoring your enthusiastic shivering, “THIS is how it should feel.”

Those thick fingers begin to slid down the delicious curve of your pelvis, trailing down with a velvety soft touch that lit up with hundreds of goosebumps just from his rough fingertips, a sensation so different than when Yuji did it, making you feel curious and less abrasive than you should at being at the mercy of The King of Curses.

Same reason why you didn’t stop his bold advance when two fingers bluntly traced the shape of your pussy, you squeal, nevertheless, allow him to go, up and down your slit, slowly letting those large digits be devoured by your greedy folds, wetting them up to the knuckles and bending them inside of you, making you let out a long, guttural moan.

"S-Sukuna-....ngghh-... I-I..."

Your torturer merely stifles a chuckle against yours sweaty scalp. Sukuna won’t deny his interest in you. Not anymore. At first you only seemed like a distraction, something to entertain himself with when he had the chance, but the more he watched you the more curious he grew. Curiosity that began to consume him, frustration had him cursing Yuji's name, it was torture to be a spectator in his pathetic act of sex, his hips weren't powerful enough while he rammed you, his kisses were clumsy and awfully, sweet, a man that acted more like a boy -too uncontrolled- looking for his own orgasm like a brat.

More than once, Sukuna saw from his cage of flesh how you faked your pleasure, more than once he saw the boredom in your gaze. 

So, when you found one of his fingers in the last mission, he made sure to wore Yuji’s body down to unconsciousness, he had plans for you, he knew it was his way out, his chance to control the vessel’s body and get what he wanted: You.

Everything was going so well, that he licks his lips in silent awe at the sight of you. All curled up ever so adorable inside his strong arms, a small gasp escaping you as your eyes flutter up to look at him with trembling lips as you appear to be shuddering. At this range, the source of this intoxicating obsession, impossible to deny to the king of curses: you're HIS, and it took everything in his power to keep himself from pouncing on you then and there.

"...Mine."

Was all the King can bring himself to whisper under his breath, overwhelmed at how unique and strong the pull you had to his possessive string was, one that tickles at his senses and begs for him to draw you nearer as he digs his fingers deeper inside you. The way you shuffle backwards with a little anxious squeak is so adorable, so fucking precious, and your breathing grows heavier. 

"S-sukuna, Oh my GOD...!"

You finally force out, your voice shaking as you clutch the fabric of his pants to try and hide your enjoyment from the enormous Curse's gaze. Saying Sukuna seem 'different' than when you have encountered him in the middle of a battle is an understatement as you can’t help but feel drawn by his sheer size and presence, something than used to intimidate you, right now was embarrassingly thrilling. Even Yuji's scent had change, he now smelled akin to men's cologne and musk, flooding your senses and making you deliriant.

"That's right, I'm your new GOD, (Y/N)."

His laugh is deep and sinister and it quakes up and down your spine like volts of electricity.

Something about this monster is just... so, so good. It’s... thick, and masculine, and you can’t control the way there was a clenching in your belly, a twitch of need in between your thighs the more he aids you to ride his fingers at a steady pace.

"I can tower endlessly above you, sweet doe." Sukuna whispers to your ear, "such a cute creature you are," purrs diabolically sensual, "trying to move as far back away from my fingers as possible just to end up pressed tighter against my chest," his teeth nip at your earlobe, "...are you doing it on purpose, (Y/N)?"

Your squirms and cries are driving him feral, “Sukuna, keep…k-keep going…. I-I just need… pleeeaaaa-se…. faaaaaaaaster….” 

Sukuna Ryomen shooshes you softly as your moans and groans disperse through the air, and he keeps his movements slow. Letting you chance after the sensation. He didn’t want his sweet little plaything to be unsatisfied, after all.

The bed dips significantly as the large man maneuvered you out of your pajamas, loving the way you squirm while agreeing and surrendering to his caresses, his breathing labored and deep as he rips the layers away from your delicious curves.

Sukuna recalls having heard a handful of conversations that you had with his pathetic vessel about what you liked, and he thinks he knows how to become your obsession as you had become his, but to think that this was, more likely than not, your very first wholehearted orgasm made him positively tingle with excitement.

"I can feel you are close, doe."  The King of curses announce softly as your scent makes him light-headed, arousal stirring in his loins as he just wants to lick and mark you everywhere imaginable. "Look how much you are squirming just for my fingers, my sorceress."

"Yuji-"

"Don't say his name!" heat bristles across your skin, a hungry thrum in between your legs the more possessive Sukuna grows, his hands greedily squeezing you tighter to him, "-not when you're about to cum for me."

It’s becoming harder and harder to ignore the stir he makes you feel, no one had ever done that. He was a villain, a monster... yet, the deep baritone of his voice reverberates through your entire body, full of promises. You can't remember ever being this horny before, to the point your cunt is absolutely throbbing and spasming around his fingers. Closer and closer and closer and FUCK! —

You cum hard around his fingers, digits that now are being tightly wrap around your convulsing walls, trying to fight off the lecherous feeling twisting your loins with pleasure becomes an impossible chore. You could think of nothing else but have that thick, large piece of meat that you knew Yuji owned, stretching you open.

God, you can’t stop from cumming, soaking Sukuna's fingers in your juices. Your entire body melting against the monster behind you, while his hands visit every corner of your skin freely given by you, as your, offering for his orgasmic gift. 

"That was-... that was s-something elseeee," you babble disoriented, heaving like as if you had just run a marathon.

You want him to fuck the life out of you. This was wrong, you knew that, nevertheless, you feel dizzy and hot and so, so needy for him to keep touching you. You want so bad for him to leave love-bites all over you, and for him to use you to make himself cum but also cuddles and kisses, warm skin against warm skin, his feral lips against your naive ones, this glorious beast cooing praise or growling out in pleasure for you.

“As a King with quite a few past conquests under my belt, I know your internal struggle all too well, my little doe.” Sukuna mutters highly amused, burying his nose inside your sweaty scalp, “in the Heian era women offered themselves to me freely, just for the chance of being my concubines,” his thumb is still making circular motions over your swollen clit, lazily. “Such a little human like yourself is no challenge at all considering your young hormones,” he presses that fat thumb harder to your bundle of nerves and you jump, making him chuckle unworriedly. 

“… And even if you try to fight me off,” his other hand grabs at your jaw, tilting your chin up to make eye contact for his message to stab you deep, “a man of my strength would have no problem pinning you down and claiming your body for myself.”

Those crimson, sharp orbs are so piercing, your breath catches inside your lungs, “-I could make you submit with my power, whisper orders in your ear and make you beg for my cock,” your gasp slips out and he chuckles, “but I won’t…”

Your lips mouth a silent ‘why not?’ and Sukuna almost bend you then and there to fuck your brains out and carve the shape of his cock inside your tight, gummy walls, but he restrained himself. The growl that came out between his clenched teeth, a clear sign of his struggle.

He could do it, as easy as breathing, but he WON’T! you were no common whore! You were going to be his, HIS darling, the only soul who could EVER say that Ryomen Sukuna needed while sporting the flesh of a human, he wanted nothing more than to boast his power, his experience of a thousand years and prove how great of a lover/husband/owner he was going to be to you.

You look at him with eyes fill with need, and it forms a lump in Sukuna’s throat, licking his lips with anticipation.

“You are going to freely choose to be mine, not the brat's." Sukuna start, reaching out for you with those strong tattooed hands and your pussy clenches. A voracious smirk twists those borrowed lips sinisterly. You have no idea what awaits you, what this demon has planned for you, you have no idea how thirsty, desperate and volatile you've made him… but you're about to find out…

🔞➡️ COMPLETE 8K SMUTTY FANFIC COMMISSION IN MY PATREON (Includes NSFW Art from scenes of the story)

➡️ 👀 NSFW Sneak Peek of artwork of this story

[ablobwhowrites]

I feel that player is now abnormally advanced then any human because of what happens at playtime co making them learn how to fight, code, react abnormally fast, survive toxic gas, survive without eating for long periods of time, hold breath without passing out, carry HEAVY item that even bodybuilders would have trouble with all that good stuff

I honestly love this though cause imagine when y/n is hangout with friends (don't worry the toys are being babysat by y/n's grandparents) and going to some kind of pop up arcade and y/n doing that punch power game and ended up physically breaking it and their friends are just standing there shocked at how this motherfucker just broke that machine. Also imagining like y/n just doing the almost heaviest set of bench presses they can do also imagining like once y/n's friend lost sometimes under a car and y/n is like. "Oh I got it" and lifts the far up so y/n's friend can just crawl under and grab it. Also imagining that they challenge y/n to a arm wrestle and immediately lose and y/n's just wondering if their friends are just pulling a prank or letting him win as a joke but it's not, it's cause y/n is just so god damn strong from having to survive the factory and do almost having every single near life and death experience known to man, like having to be fast at reacting cause of how many hostile things where in that factory. Having to starve and basically go on long periods without food and water cause most of the water down there is probably contaminated with something cause no way it's clean.

Then having to survive toxic has and the same has that is a high level explosion device also pending with basically almost being eaten alive by other staving things in playtime co that have given y/n long lasting scars and major blood loss because what I said, there is absolutely no way they are coming out unscathed without like any wounds and pretty sure they may have unchecked broken or fractured bones. Also being electrocuted is one to because of the doctor and that one trap basically sending god knows how many volts through y/n's body cause the grab pack holds on for a pretty good almost minute. Plus dragging those heavy ass boxes like nothing and you have to build some crazy leg strength and even without the grab pack pretty sure their arms are probably jacked to because of how much they use the grab pack that requires your arms and to physically use your arms for every function of the grab pack plus so much more that basically makes them a beast cause I imagine no other person surviving that.

I don't imagine sometimes y/n uses his fast reaction skills to try and keep things from falling off or some like that but the object just doesn't fall but y/n being already prepared to catch something ends up looking likes their going crazy. Bro need to catch up on a lot of sleep cause I know they ain't processing things normally and is still on survival mode at this point.

(that's it for my yap session. If you like this please don't feel shy and request any ideas for y/n's or stories. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[damnfeelings09]

Gorgeous - Shadow version

Authors note: This is my first Shadow POV, characters are all +18 and I try to keep em as reallystic as possible, I'll add a few thing here and there. If you couldn´t tell this pov is based on T.S song Gorgeous so you can totally listen to it while you read, it will help you to understand it better.

Party

Your idea of a perfect afternoon at home was a good book and a cup of coffee; however, when Rouge mentioned they were going to Metropolis Zone for something relaxing, you thought it would be a good idea. How wrong you were. Right now, you were at The Heat, a bar with loud music, people all over the dance floor, and a lot, a lot of alcohol. Saying you were stunned would be an understatement, but deep down you were grateful to Rouge for getting you out of your cave, even though you’d never admit it.

While you accompanied Rouge to the dance floor and both had fun, someone was watching you curiously from the upper part of the bar. Shadow wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in his system or his senses being dulled by the loud music, but his feet started moving to the melody.

“You should take it as a compliment, that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talked…”

You, already having lost more than one sense, were laughing loudly as you ran her hands over her body and swayed your fluffy tail from side to side. “Hey, Moon! Look over there,” said Rouge, pointing toward the stairs. There, a figure stood that she couldn’t quite make out, probably due to the amount of alcohol you had consumed. “Wow, looks like we have a party pooper,” you said, mimicking his pose and laughing. You stopped in your tracks when you saw that figure glide gracefully through the guests, heading directly to the bar. Like a magnetic field, you followed.

“You should think about the consequences of your magnetic field being a little too strong.”

When you reached the bar, you looked around for him and found him sitting on a stool, staring into the vastness of his drink.

“You’re so cool it makes me hate you so much.”

You ordered two drinks: “Whiskey on ice, sunset in vine,” walked toward that stranger, sat beside him, and slid the drink closer to him. “Hello” you smiled. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” He didn’t take long to turn his face towards you. Two perfect crimson orbs locked onto you, analyzing you, as if he could see straight into your soul. His spines were jet black, fading into a deep red, matching his eyes. He wore a black vest, his white fur shining through it.

“You’re so gorgeous, I can’t say anything to your face, cause look at your face.”

You felt hot, all the heat concentrated in your cheeks, you could swear you were just as red as a tomato at that moment. Damn it, how were you going to speak now? Look at that face, you couldn’t say anything.

“And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way.”

Although Shadow remained as stoic as ever on the outside, he was definitely not on the inside. All night, he had kept his eyes on that long-eared bunny in the short dress, admiring, analyzing every step you took, holding onto the railing to avoid saving you every time you looked like you might trip, and clenching his fists when someone approached you. Shadow found it peculiar that you wouldn’t dance with anyone, not even when that big yellow cat came over. Why were you talking to him now?

“You should take it as a compliment that I’m talking to everyone here but you.”

“I don’t usually come to places like this.” “Wow... well, neither do I” you said, pushing a drink next to his hand. For just a second, your hands brushed, and that second was enough to send a jolt of 100,000 volts. His spines flickered with small orange sparks.

“You should think about the consequences of you touching my hand in a darkened room.”

“I’m Moon.” When Shadow realized he couldn’t easily escape your company, he turned to face you.

“If you’ve got a boyfriend, I’m jealous of him, but if you’re single, it’s honestly worse, cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts.”

“Shadow,” He said, trying not to let his recently discovered liking for long ears show. Boy he was lost. Your big purple eyes, like the sunset, white fur glimmering from small droplets of sweat. I feel like I might burn so bright and die.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

What was happening? Shadow wasn’t used to this... this feeling of electricity running through his body wasn’t like using his chaos energy; it was something else, something foreign to him. He didn’t know if he liked it or disliked it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your hypnotizing purple gaze.

“You make me so happy it turns back to sad.”

You stood like that for a few seconds, until your friends dragged you back to the dance floor. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to know what it was about that hedgehog that drew you in. He was an enigma, and you wanted to uncover what he was hiding. Shadow didn’t want you to leave, but he wasn’t going to stop you either. He wasn’t used to wanting, to needing something. It was hard for him to get his thoughts and feelings in order. He raised his glass and drank the entire contents in one go, left a bill on the bar, and walked out, trying not to look back.

“There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have.”

Shadow got on his motorcycle, torn between whether he should go back inside and ask for your number, if he should say goodbye or just walk away as if nothing happened as always. That was stupid; you two just shared a drink and a look. It wasn’t anything.

“Guess I’ll just stumble alone to my house.”

You watched as Shadow leave the place, a void growing in your stomach. Quickly, you grabbed your coat and ran after him. What were you doing? Had you lost your mind chasing after a stranger who hadn’t even shown interest in you? But those eyes, you couldn’t leave without at least trying. Just before Shadow started his motorcycle, he saw the white bunny leaving The Heat. You were looking around, as if searching for someone. When your eyes met, you smiled and walked toward him.

“Unless you wanna come along.”

[vigilante24ish]

A Thorn By Thy Side

Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2728

Chapter 2:

The attack met your hands, and you had to dig your heels into the ground to prevent it from sending you on your back once again.

Your arms burned from the inside out, and the sensation made you want to rip your sleeves off and throw them into the cool water. However, you fought through it.

Successful, you lowered your hands and went for the attack.

Agatha Harkness might have magic, but she lacked any kind of physical training, making her your exact opposite and giving you a small window to actually take her down.

The Purple Witch quickly used her magic to get up, now intrigued by the way you blocked her attack without much of an effort. She tried to blast you again, but you slid on your knees, passing beneath her attack as you recharged your little gadget.

Now closer, you shoot two spider bites at her, successfully finding her neck as the small volts of electricity pass through her body. It annoyed her more than it harmed her but it gave you an opening to land a strong left hook against her cheek, sending her stumbling back.

The attack shocked Agatha, who brought a finger to the corner of her lips only to spot blood that had slowly started to escape. No human had ever bloodied her before, not by a simple physical attack.

She narrowed her eyes on your panting form, trying to understand what kind of tricks you were using. Something within her system, within her magic core, tingled; the presence of foreign magic close by.

She suspected it must be coming from you, though she could not see nor truly pinpoint it. If you were a witch, you certainly did not know it, or you had been masking your magic so that even she was fooled.

An impossible task, Agatha thought as she started to send one blast after the other.

You could block her attacks, but you would eventually get tired. And as hell, she was not going to let you come near her again. One punch was humiliating enough, and that would be all you were allowed to get from this fight.

Each blast of magic met resistance from you, your hands doing their best to block and redirect the magic to the side, keeping you unharmed. However, the force of each blast kept pushing you back, making it harder for you to regain a stable footing or try to find an opening and come closer to Agatha.

Agatha, who grew tired of your refusal to fall down or even die, chose to change the rules of this battle. There was no need to waste her precious and hard-earned magic on a pitiful creature like you, not when there were other ways to get you.

Purple smoke enveloped her form, quickly making her disappear from where she once stood.

Panting, you started to slowly turn circles around yourself, trying to listen and predict where Agatha’s next blast would come.

Eventually, one did come, and by instinct alone, you jumped to the side to avoid it. It left you open for a few seconds, and that proved to be your fatal mistake as you felt something wrap around your neck.

Purple thin cord of magic pressed against your windpipe, the handler pulling you back and slowly cutting your breath intake. You tried to fight it, to find a small opening and slip at least a finger beneath, but your attempts were futile.

Before you knew it, Agatha gave a sharp pull and took you with her. Unable to fight it, you felt your body being yanked back before your head slammed on a hard rock, your consciousness quickly fading as the last thing you saw was Agatha’s purple dress in your fading field of vision.

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When you woke up, the first thing you felt was an annoying ringing in your ear. A sharp pain coming from your right temple reminded you that you were still alive, and slowly, you forced your eyes open.

As your vision cleared and your senses tuned in, you slowly started to realize where you were.

You were not in that clearing, for that you were certain. A quick look at your surroundings made you suspect that you were in some sort of rocky basement if your eyes were not mistaken.

You tried to move, only then to realize your limbs were not responding. Finally, you dared to look down and saw purple binds of magic wrapped around your arms and legs, keeping them behind your back while a similar force was levitating you mid-air.

“Look who is awake,” Agatha’s voice drew your attention and tried to find the source of it, a futile attempt to look above your shoulder as she entered the underground room.

“Where am I?” you asked, voice hoarse after the time you were unconscious.

“You have never been to a witch’s lair before?” she questioned as she slowly walked to be in front of you, in her arms, a bunny.

You looked at the bunny, not expecting an evil witch said to be responsible for all those catastrophes to actually have a pet, let alone a bunny of all kinds. “Should have?” you snapped back, getting annoyed by her little questions.

Your arms were getting sore, and so were your legs. Your head was killing you, and you would like to know why the fuck you were alive and, apparently, her prisoner.

“Considering your little show of skills...” she started, petting the bunny, but her blue eyes were locked on your form. “Now, how did you do it? How did you block my attack like that?”

Confusion appeared on your face as you started to realize why she had kept you alive so far. The issue was that you needed an answer to give her. Yet again, you wouldn’t tell her so easily even if you did.

The first attempt to hopefully earn time and maybe potential freedom was to try and play it more clueless than you actually were. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Agatha tilted her head to the side, watching your every move, every breath and every muscle twitch as you tried to lie to her. “Oh, but you do. What you did, that wasn’t someone testing it for the first time,” she argued as she let the bunny down and walked closer to you. Long fingers grabbed your chin and forced you to keep your attention on her. “Now, I will ask one last time. How did you do it?”

You did not dare to look away, both out of stubbornness and pride. You did try to yank your head back and free your chin from her grip, but you found how quickly she tightened her grip, to the point you were sure bruises would form if she continued.

“I told you. I don’t know,” You spat at her, narrowing your eyes, passively challenging her to let you go and face you properly.

A wiser person would think twice about using such a tone when they are a prisoner of a powerful witch. A wiser person would try to work with their kidnapper or have even freaked out by the fact that they were suspended by magical bonds.

Unfortunately for you, wisdom was not something you were given credit for. Stubbornness, now that’s more like it. Though, in your defence, considering how many times you had been attacked, kidnapped and even tortured, this was a regular Tuesday for you.

Agatha did not seem to like your answers, either because she did not believe you or because she was not a patient person. Her blue eyes scanned your face, thinking of ways she could make you confess soon.

That was until she spotted something; a little ink mark, barely visible beneath your blouse, wisely positioned close to your collarbone. Her fingers moved from your chin down your neck, making you shiver at the invasion.

Your muscle stiffened in response as her fingers went beneath your blouse and you tried to pull back, only to be reminded that you were completely at her mercy; unable to do anything but watch.

“What are you...” your voice grew weaker, and you felt betrayed by your own body once you realized your heart was beating faster, reacting to her touch as if you had not been with someone in years.

Technically, it had been a few months since your last short-lived relationship, but that was not the point.

Agatha removed her fingers, only to grab and lower your blouse to the point your cleavage was exposed; yet her blue eyes did not stay too focused on your chest, but rather what existed above it.

A thought clicked into her mind, and you swore you saw a glimmer of light in her blue eyes, her tempting lips forming a smirk.

“Perhaps you do not know, but your body does.”

You looked at her, confused, until you saw the purple magic coming alive between her fingers. In seconds, cold air hit your skin, and the sleeves of your jacket and blouse were literally ripped off.

You suppressed a shiver at the sudden change of temperature and the fact that you suddenly were a little more exposed to her roaming gaze. You kept your chin up, trying not to let her see how you felt, trying not to let her understand how empty your confidence was in such situations.

“Well, well... you are full of surprises, aren’t you, hon?” she questioned, her eyes travelling up and down your one arm and then the next.

Familiar to her, symbols had been inked into your skin since you were a child, tattoos that you never understood what they meant but never truly questioned. They had been with you for as long as you could remember, the only physical thing left to you by your parents.

In your mind, they looked cool and yet deep down you felt there was something more behind them. Your suspicions started to pay off as you went to more and more missions, as you encountered all kinds of threats, magic and not.

No true answers were ever given, though... until now.

“Now, this explains so many things,” Agatha continued after noticing how silent you went. “You have no idea what those things are, do you, cupcake?”

The nickname felt unnecessary, though you quickly came to realize it was kind of her thing. She loved calling people anything but their real names, refusing to give them that satisfaction or even respect.

“Do I look like I do?” you snapped back again, getting tired of her monologue.

“Grumpy, aren’t we?” she rhetorically asked. “What you have on your arms are runes. Specifically, protection and shielding ones. It was why you were not taken down by my magic. Those pestering symbols on your skin protected you.”

Blinking slowly, you tried to play it surprised, but you failed. Deep down, you knew and made a connection of a similar nature about those symbols. It was why Fury had specifically asked you to try and capture Agatha, only for him to underestimate how willing she was to play dirty.

It was not just Agatha’s mind that was working on scenarios and coming up with ideas at that moment. It was also yours and a risky enough plan formed in your mind, one that might not pay as well as you expected but it was better than remaining a prisoner.

“I don’t need them. Release me, and I will show you,” you said, trying to target her ego and her pride.

You were rather good at reading people, a skill you developed over the years as an agent and even during your academy years. You had already started to read Agatha, and you simply had to play your cards right.

As you expected, the challenge within you was what had drawn Agatha’s interest in the first place. Your snarky remarks, your ability to just get up despite the hits, and your stupid bravery in facing her even when you lost the first battle were what made you interested in her eyes.

Fully confident in her abilities, now that she had started to figure you out, Agatha obliged. With a single move of her hand, a little twirl mid-air, your binds were gone, and your face planted on the rocky floor.

Your arms and knees felt sore from the forceful landing; your weight did not help, but you fought beyond the pain as you started to get up. If those runes did protect you from her magic, at least the blasts, you could take her down, but you had to be mindful of any more tricks.

Agatha eyed you carefully, placing one nail between her teeth. “Well, show me,” she ordered.

You took a step forward and readied yourself, her blue eyes following your every move. At the last second, you bolted for what you saw were stairs leading up, intending to escape her and call for help.

Agatha could take down a few agents, but she had exposed herself and her threat level, and Shield had more than enough capable forces to actually take her down.

Your legs pushed you towards the stairs, arms frantically swaying back and forth as you felt your heart beating inside your head. You stretched one leg, ready to place it on the step, when you felt the attack.

Agatha had blasted you with her magic, and you felt it this time. The force tossed you against the stairs, and it was a miracle that you did not hit your head for a second time. Your body burned from her magic, and your guts twisted as you felt her readying for another attack.

Gathering all your willpower, you pushed your body to the side, nearly missing another magical blast that would have pinned you to the ground.

You looked at Agatha as she attacked you again, and you brought your hands forward like before, attempting to block it. Only that you felt no protection this time, and the blast knocked you against the rocky wall.

A third blast pinned you there before you felt her magic wrapping around your body, pinning your hands by your sides. Panting, you looked at your capture only to feel her magic tossing you to the side.

One wall, second wall; you groaned as you felt the rough impact, and you found it a miracle that your bones were intact. Bruises would sure form, and you swore a few fresh cuts had found their way on your skin, droplets of blood slowly escaping.

“I... I don’t get it,” you breathed out as she slowly brought you back to the centre. “What did you do to me?”

She had just said those runes on your body would protect you from her magic and then they didn’t?

Agatha was amused by your confusion and lack of knowledge as her magic pulled you closer to her. With her free hand, she motioned you to look around you, and it was then you noticed glowing purple symbols similar to some of the ones tattooed on your body.

“In a given space, only a witch who cast the runes can use her magic. In here, your pesky little protection runes are useless against my magic,” she explained smugly. “I wondered how you did not notice before; then again, you are not as smart as you portray yourself to be.”

Her insult did not settle well with you, and you glared at her with all the anger and hatred you could muster. It seemed to only delight her, finding no true threat in you, not at that moment. “You do not know me,” you said through your teeth, wishing for her to pull you just a tad closer so you could smack your forehead against her nose.

As if reading your mind, Agatha smirked and kept you at a safe distance, yet close enough so she could grab your chin again. Like a prized animal at a fair, she inspected you once again, pleased with her latest toy.

“I do not, but I do intend to find out,” she commented, licking her lips slowly. “Get ready, pet. You and I will spend some quality time together.”

[miss0atae]

Random Thoughts about Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (EP 3 - 4):

Sometimes, you think you're prepared to handle the angst and usually it turns out it's not really that easy. Let's say it was this way for me, with these two episodes. I knew from the start that the relationship between Do Hoe and Ju Yeong would be affected by something Do Hoe's dad would do, but I never quite imagine the domino effect it would have for the rest of the story. To be honest, I had to rewatch the part where everything went wrong because I wasn't sure I had quite understood what happened. I guess this part reinforces the sudden volte-face that you never quite imagined, neither the characters did. In the end, you just feel like Ju Yeong: confused and in a need of answers.

I guess I would be easy to have resentment for Do Hoe. I understand that he feels guilty in some way about what happened. He also maybe believes that avoiding Ju Yeong, being cold to him or keeping a distance with him, will be the right penitence for what happened... but it's not. He still feels guilty and that's shown when he met again Do Hoe at his father's funeral. When asked by Hyeon Ho if he is okay, he curtly answered "no, I'm not okay". I think Do Hoe hasn't been okay for 12 years now and it's a very long time to feel guilty. Harm was done by his notoriously abusive father to someone he cares for and Do Hoe feels like the blame fell at his feet. He is struggling with guilt and that made him not being able to do his exams and to cut any contact with Ju Yeong.

On the other hand, we have a very confused and lost Ju Yeong, who was beaten by Do Hoe's father because he wanted to "protect" him, in some way. In the end after this event, he was left with no contact, no way of talking or seeing Do Hoe. He never quite understood why. He deserves a valid explanation, but he was left with uncertainty. Uncertainty is everywhere and that's part of life. Yet, we all crave security and control over our life. By denying him a reason to explain his actions, Do Hoe made Ju Yeong feels fear and doubts. They can trap you in a downward spiral of "what-ifs". That's why he never really found his way, made strong bonds with others and he kept contact with Do Hoe's father, despite everything. In a way, he was looking for Do Hoe is every part of his life. It is shown in the scene where he rushed outside when it was snowing because snow is associated with Do Hoe and the good time they had together.

I guess it must have felt weird for some viewers about why Ju Yeong kept contact with Do Hoe's abusive father or why he cried during his funerals. I think it can be explained in several ways: first, it's a way of still being close to Do Hoe, even if Do Hoe is not present in his life. Secondly, it is the feeling of being wanted. Ju Yeong was adopted and never felt he had a place in his family, but even if Do Hoe's father is really abusive and despite the toxicity, it's worth it, just to feel wanted. Finally, and that's just a guess, alright, some people stay around toxic people because deep down, they believe they can't do any better and/or the abuse is a preferable alternative to being alone. By losing his coach in an accident, Ju Yeong lost an important person in his life. Even if this person was toxic and put him in this situation where he lost contact with the real most important person in his life: Do He. So yes, I understand why Ju Yeong stayed in touch with the coach and cried when he died. Of course, it also gave him the opportunity to see Do Hoe again, something he desperately wanted because he wants answers. That's why he is always asking him “Don't you have something to tell me?!”. I think the explanation may not be what's important, what he really wants is for Do Hoe to talk to him.

Recently, I read a post by @usertoxicyaoi about the loneliness of being queer as it is portrayed in Love in the Big City through Go Yeong's journey. I think it also works, in a way, with Ju Yeong. I will quote this post because I think it was so well-written: “It's such a relatable, universally felt loneliness that in particular queer adults feel. and yeah love is nice and all, and it was fleeting and a whirlwind and it came and it went. but that loneliness? Stayed.” I think it also relates well to what Ju Yeong must have felt during these 12 years where he was left with no real answers and the loss of someone he really loved and trusted. I hope that now, Do Hoe and Ju Yeong will be able to start their healing journey: one must free himself from feeling guilty over something he couldn't change and the other must be able to get free of the loneliness he thinks he deserves because of his past. I get that the series is called “let free the curse of Taekwondo”, but we all know it's not Taekwondo that is the curse and both have a different one. The idea is that maybe they are the cure for one another. I wouldn't say love is the only answer, but in a way, it's not only about romantic love, but also self-love. Both are the answer, in my view.

As you can see, I had so much to say about this series and it shows how great it’s for me. I can’t wait to see how they are both going to re-connect, heal and live this love again.

[catatonic-bug]

There's one Spectra and Gus episode I need to talk about.

So we’re all familiar with how Gus and Spectra’s dynamic remained almost unchanged throughout NV – Spectra’s blinded by his pursuit for power so much so that there is a visible neglect in how his relationships with other characters develop; so is the case for his relationship with Gus. BUT there have been a few hints and moments between them that hold potential for growth and scratch the surface of something more than only a master and loyal right-hand dynamic – their time on Earth, the jacket scene, Spectra apologizing for the first and only time in this entire season and he does it to Gus – but now I’m going to mention an episode that is the perfect example for the small changes that Gus and Spectra go through individually and as a pair. 

I’m talking about ep. 33 of NV.

It’s a good opportunity to point out how the eng ver of the title - Brontes’ betrayal – completely misses the point of the episode. Because episode 33 as the jp title says, is actually centered around feelings – specifically the feeling of love and the many forms that it can take.

There’s the example of family love shown in the scene of Baron and his younger siblings.

Then, through Klaus’ words, the bond between the brawlers is another form of love and it’s the source of their strength, something that at the moment Spectra can’t comprehend.

And the 3rd form of love would be the bond that Bakugan and their partner share – it’s an example of strong devotion and trust and it’s shown through Volt’s remorse and attempt at reaching Brontes’ heart.

Through this episode Spectra and Gus go through their own separate missions in which they are both faced with examples of these strong feelings.

From Spectra’s pov, his plan of catching the brawlers by surprise fails, instead he meets Klaus, who talks about the importance of love and how Spectra lacks it. Spectra thinks he can prove everyone wrong and change history itself, for the time being he doesn’t have the patience to listen to a stranger’s babble about feelings.

First thing he does when he returns on the ship is look around and call out Gus. Why did they feel the need to include this small moment? Perhaps because after being betrayed by the Vexos, Gus is the only person Spectra can trust; without Gus, he is completely alone at this point of the season. So perhaps this scene is included to show how Gus has grown to be an important person in Spectra’s life. Perhaps. We shall never know.

On the other side, Gus witnesses Volt actively giving his all to make Brontes forgive him and come back to his side. Volt fights with everything he has and Gus finds it foolish and unnecessary. But at the end of the battle, Gus says this:

This is the moment Gus realizes the sacrifice Volt was ready to make for Brontes and it’s something he is always ready to do as well when it comes to Spectra (a great foreshadowing for what he does in episode 39). He recognizes these strong feelings but it’s not certain he knows how to name them.

To sum it all up, this episode brings out the emotional side of some characters and the importance of their bonds and connections. Spectra and Gus seem to have a lot to learn about these feelings and so through these experiences they reach their own conclusions. Spectra is yet to admit he needs friends, closure, he needs Gus more than he cares to admit and only after he loses him several episodes later, does he realize it. It would have been nice to get a glimpse of Spectra remembering his conversation with Klaus later on when he feels the absence of Gus or when he decides to join the brawlers. But alas! These are the crumbs we have to work with 😭

Thanks for reading my rant!! I tried to keep it as short as possible cuz I could write a whole dissertation about these 2 🫡

[stardancerluv]

A Space Journey

Part Four

Summary: Tyler finds things out, more training has taken place.

Notes/Warnings 18+ themes, squint breeding kink, angst, suspicious company behavior

❤️, reblogs, comments, & feedback are always welcome. Thank you. 💐

Reid, pressed the bridge of his nose. “Listen you, are far too young to be sent to one of those ‘shake and bake’ colonies.”

Typer stood squarely in front of his desk.

“I am not saying now but maybe after this cycle.”

Reid let out a loud sigh. “Look, you icao jgot a good thing here. They like you. If this one goes well, which I know it will the credits sliding your way will be very nice.”

“Appreciated. Truly. But the nightly broadcasts are always stating that younger is better. That if you are strong and have good lungs;” He paused, his lips curling before adding in a sing song voice. “Don’t be selfish and make human kind healthy once again.”

Reid, took off his glasses and rubbed at one of the lenses. Looking up in a dismissive manner.

“The sarcasm isn’t needed between us.”

Tyler shrugged.

“To be honest, you are not even near the danger zone and neither is your girl. She’s healthy. Her womb is strong. It will carry your seed very well.”

“And how do you know this?“ A stillness came over him.

“Harrison, don’t be naïve. You don’t think we didn’t check her out as well?”

“But why?”

“That’s classified.”

He closed the distance, then placed both hands on his desk as a flash of annoyance ignited in him.

“Classified, huh?”

“Harrison, now calm down.”

He rose his eyebrows. “I am very calm. I thought I was the only who mattered.”

“You are.”

“Then why do they know about my girl’s womb?”

He chair creaked as he rolled back to look up at him. “Her evaluation was up close to when yours were so when we tested you, they tested her.”

“I don’t like that.”

“You don’t like knowing you got a prime girl there? You have quality.”

“I know I do.” He stepped back once again.

Reid lurched back to his desk. “Such a romantic. Well, now you know medically.”

All he could do was roll his eyes.

“Oh yeah here. Now get out of my sight.”

Tyler caught the sliver of metal. “Dog tags?”

“If the hostiles take you out, we need to know who to send back to your family and girl.”

“Love you too Reid.”

The man sighed. “You are truly insufferable.”

Tyler, let a smirk play on his lips. “That’s why you chose me.”

“Maybe. Now get out of here.”

“Alright.”

******

He hovered over the open side of his chifforobe. He figured that was the safest place to store the hand gun, they had him go back to the hauler with.

Absently, he tapped his fingers on the dog tag that now hung from his throat. The acrid smell of this gun and the other ones he had handled today clung to him, his clothes. He had handled so many. The sheer number of them was far greater then he could have imagined. He had held the infamous pulse rife. Colonial marines had made them famous. They had great aided in the acquirement of a new colony here or there in one of the many far corners of space. Up to that point, he only handled a a simple hand gun, he had pawned it years ago for extra credits.

There was always his trusty volt charger. He had refashioned it from their ability to restarting engines to keeping one safe. He had never needed it. Not even against a twitchy artificial person or anything else that may be lingering in the dark depths of space.

The hand gun, they had let him go home with felt heavy in his hands as he held it once more. The black metal easily could disappear into any shadow he could find himself crouching in.

His wrist chirped to life, a smile curled his lips when he realized it was you.

Placing the hand gun down, he slipped it back into the thickly lined sack they gave him to store it in.

He cinched it, then tapping the small screen. The small screen was framing your face. “Hi baby. What do I owe pleasure?”

A smile spread across your lips. “With my recent discovery, they are now rewarding me. Are you home?”

“Yes. Come on over.”

“See you soon.”

There was a flicker and his watch was blank again. Unease shot through him as he closed the door to his chifforobe, then tucked the dog tags under his shirt. His fingers danced down the worn edges of memories captured from days, cycles past.

With a genuine smile on his face he went to the hauler’s perch and waited for you. From where he stood, he was just out of the reach of the sheets of rain. A few we t splatters splashed him here there but he was not soaked.

As he leaned against the thick metal frame of the opening, the conversation he shared with Reid about you played back in his head.

You had a strong womb, images of you and your belly full with his child oddly enough aroused him. His breath quickened. He would have done it. A future of you and him, growing. Little imaginations of that or him holding you protectively close, a hand splayed on your belly; the two of you sharing a smile made his heart pick up speed.

“High up in your tower I see.” Your sweet airy, voice reached him. Bringing him back to reality.

He chuckled. “And there be my fair girl.”

Without a moment for a breath, he leapt down. It wasn’t terribly high up and he easily made a clean landing.

“Oh! Oh my!” You gasped.

He only chuckled and pulled you right up against. His heart pounding, his breath still shortened.

“Damn, how are you mine?”

He kissed you then. You wiggled against him before he felt you melt against him. The kiss lasted and the rain , did fall down on you and him and once again it was easily soaking him.

“I like this.” You managed, when you broke for air however and heavy with soot and whatever else swirled around.

He saw how the kiss had made your cheeks rosy. It made him smirk, fill bigger then he was. “So do I but let’s go…” His voice trailed off as he saw your bemused expression drop.

“What is this?” You tugged gently on the dog-tag, as your nose twitched.

It must have popped free of his shirt when he jumped. He pressed his lips together. In the back of his mind, knowing he had not had a chance to clean up he wondered if you could smell the training he had done.

You remained a little rooted where you stood but after a touch of hesitation you let him pull you close.

“Do you still trust me?” He brushed some wet strands from your face.

You nodded.

“Come inside and I will tell you.”

@luvscarlyle new chapter! New Tyler content! Enjoy, and thank you!

[goblinhoursinsomniaramblings]

Jack'd Phantom

yo who wants a unique halfa!Jack idea because Masters of All Time phoned it in

Jack'd Phantom. name came about from a ghost mishearing his name when he introduced himself. where Vlad Plasmius takes nods from the pop culture vampire, Jack's halfa form takes after the movie monster version of Frankenstein's creation. green skin, bolts in the neck, and of course, jacked as hell. has white hair and a black labcoat with the sleeves ripped off and opened to reveal his muscles. one would think ghost muscles aren't actually effective, but they're a reflection of how he perceives himself--strong. given he could rip a small building in half while in ghost form, this is extremely accurate

after he finished becoming a halfa, he of course secured a lab space, and proceeded to... go full, unrestrained mad scientist. however, without Maddie or Vlad to point him in certain directions, his focus is all over the place. one day he'll be seeing if ghost animals have human level language comprehension. the next he'll see what happens if he rips a ghost's arm off and tries to keep it in a box. box ghost is deeply unamused

obsesses over both his former lab partners. wishes they hadn't left him behind. occasionally haunts the crap out of them when he's feeling especially salty over it

lightning-element core. obsessions: curiosity, bonds to others

new relationships

Technus: drinking buddy, fellow mad scientist, they enable each other to absurd degrees

Ghost Writer: archnemesis, one-sided. Jack doesn't have the patience to sit down and read often, and every now and then says something where Ghost Writer can't tell if it's a deliberate allusion to Frankenstein or just Jack being a weirdo. Jack doesn't even know he exists, because he can't sit still in his thoughts long enough for Ghost Writer to get a hold with his keyboard and there's no way he's listening to a whole monologue on whatever he's done to piss him off

Johnny 13: favorite test subject! more than willing to be casually fucked up so long as there's an upgrade to his bike or the like in it for him

bonus trivia: the public knows him as Dr. Volt Hardbody. yes, that is an MST3K nod

[emeraldtied]

↳ @familylightfox asked: "Dad! Dad! Look!" Harmony came running into the living room, skidding partially into the archway in the process, but pouncing onto the couch with little care. In the teen's hand was a colorful flyer that was extended to her parents. "They're havin' a pride parade in Metropolis! My teammates saw it when we were walkin' and they wanna go. Can we go? Please? Pleeeeaassee?" She's using the puppy eyes (even though her tail is wagging a mile a minute).

{➹} – THE HEDGEHOG HAD ALREADY braced himself when he heard their daughter shouting and those running feet. Thank Chaos their couch was big enough to fit the three of them comfortably, though that had rarely stopped the teen from using one or both of her dads as a cushion before. At least this time she had opted for a seat next to them, the flyer she had being looked over by the hero with a clear interest.

"Not surprising, I think they hold one every year. 'S sort of a big deal actually, and tends t' draw a pretty big crowd. Never been myself though." He knew the gist of the event, having been told stories by Amy and Tekno, even Johnny, and he was far from against it all. The crowd might take a little getting used to on his part, but he was quick to smile at the plea (though the puppy eyes definitely helped sway him).

"I don't see why not. First time for everything, right?"

[chaosworthy]

⇨ starter | @familylightfox

{➹} – IT WAS ALMOST routine that saw the hero sitting, papers and the like strew about the table in front of him. To him, it all made perfect sense. To others? It likely looked like a mess but he was used to the statements, the stamped addresses and bills.

So it was no wonder when something odd caught his eye.

Maybe it wasn't the best practice to just throw the mail on his desk, but the hero had never thought it to be a bad thing until he realized what the letter in his hand was. One envelope had sent his heart racing, both with fear and excitement and he stared at it for a few minutes before finally standing up.

Hopefully Volt wouldn't mind his husband suddenly appearing in a gust of wind, skidding to perfect stop and no doubt raising more than a few questions at that moment.

His answer? To hold up the off white envelope.

[emeraldtied]

{➹} – IT WOULD HAVE TO do, and if the past was any indication the shirt would make the feline comfortable if nothing else. Maybe even give them a good night's sleep even if it wasn't a perfect fit. That much the hero could vouch for and he just smiled that much more at his partner's words. It was good Volt liked when the hero wore the hoodie because that certainly wasn't stopping anytime soon.

"Ought t' work perfectly then, we can pick up a few essentials tomorrow. Maybe make a day of it t' show him a bit the village." Maybe not all of it, again to keep the poor feline from getting too overwhelmed, but some for sure. It wouldn't hurt, and compared to the city Arrow thought the quiet would do the boy some good.

Depending on how the night went, that was. But the sound of scrambling from the bathroom, that telltale squeaking of fur on a tub's smooth surface a few minutes later, told the couple the bath seemed to have been a success. Something cemented by the fact the feline looked about ten times brighter, both in appearance and expression, when they met him in the hallway.

The towel had been placed on the edge of the tub, the dirty water telling in its own right but well worth the smile on the feline's face. The yawn that soon followed gave a pretty good clue as to what the next step was, and frankly the hedgehog couldn't blame the kid.

It had been a pretty big day for all of them.

Hearing the familiar footsteps entering their bedroom, Volt smiled. He turned his head just enough to wink as he held up the shirt just a bit higher. The sleeves wouldn't be too long, but it would be a wonder if the V-neck wouldn't end up falling off the boy's shoulders. It would have to do, though. At least until they could take him clothes shopping in the near future.

"Ya can't be the only one t' wear all my shirts, and he'd disappear in my hoodie." While a tease, there was some truth to it. Plus, that was an article of clothing that Volt enjoyed seeing his partner wear.

So he might have been just a little protective of it.

"Just needs a lil somethin' for tonight. Until we can take him shoppin' for somethin' that'll fit 'im." Volt watched his partner take in the old shirt. Just like the hoodie, it held so many memories for the couple. Now it was time to add some more.

But his gaze had turned to his husband in question. It had been on the tip of his tongue to ask, but nodded when he was beaten to it. They could wait till later to talk. They had a youngster to get settled first. Surely all this excitement and sugar had to be wearing off by now.

At least tonight he would have a warm bed to sleep in.

[urapunk]

Uhmm… Gary..headcanons… please :3

uuuaaghhh gary my brainrotted disgusting needs to be arrested son LET ME HOLD HIM

i remember you said you keep him in a tiny ourse like a little puppy

GARY SMITH HEADCANONS!

He doesnt like his medication because he feels digusting snd sluggish and its overwhelming snd overstimulating for him. Being sluggish makes him want to throw up because it feels sickening. He thinks hes better without it though, that his head moves faster and he can stay in the game.... But we all saw what happened then.

Cried when he was released from happy volts. His grandfather scolded him neaely all night while an actually medicated gary sat on the couch and refused to make eye contact because crying isnt something he wants someone so close to see.

Sometimes when he zones off he'll scratch at one specific area until he snaps out of it. He looks neutral and doesnt have a scowl when he's just zoned off, and he could find himself stsring at something thats just oddly satisfying to look at, like a specifically position pencil or staring at his hands while he fiddles with a hairtie.

Needs to cry.

He spends atleast 30 minutes in the mirror looking at himself. He likes how he looks, he really does, but what if nobody else does. What will he do then? What if someone thinks he looks awful? Should he get new shoes- or maybe cut his hair?... He thinks. He really does think all the time, and it is always torture. People just think he means he's smart, but hes just.. Worried.

Vomits from anxiety. Sometimes when he gets caught doing something, crabblesnitch will let him go to the bathroom before a strong talking to. Just incase.

Shivers when he gets REALLY sleepy. Like, constant yawning sleepy. Also sleep talks and its adorable.

Chronic monster drinker, but he hasnt had one in atleast 2 years due to his grandfather throwing them away whenever he can. Monster just isnt good for him and his thoughts. (He only likes the original flavor. Hes so boring)

Heat. He loves laying under sunny windows in the dorms or at his grandfather's house. Often sleeps on his stomach on a couch under the window.

Bruna (oc mention:3) once bought an iced coffee, which gary begged to try until she said yes. She let him have a sip and it was gone 10 minutes later. Its a tradition now for her to buy them for gary.

Dr Pepper lover. He literally could drink Dr Pepper for the rest of his life and he'd die content and less angsty.

Hes so immature, but also more mature than most. His actions are childish , but his throughts are those of a 40 year old man. He's a really deep thinker.

<3

[tenno-protocol]

Hi! Just a quick introduction, because I am not used to doing this but I want to make it at least a little clear.

Personally, I subscribe to the alternate/parallel universe line of thinking for the Drifter and Operator. Same person, slightly different lenses. Enough for each of them to be distinct, but my dears aren’t wildly different. More like siblings! Siblings with a good ten year age difference.

I’m also going to be sticking with the generic “Drifter” and “Operator”, but eventually you might see different nicknames leak in. If that happens, I’ll try to slip in a clarification of which name belongs to who. Now, on to the introductions!

Operator:

Doing her best. Did not remember her name whatsoever upon waking up, but bits and pieces have started coming back once she got a decent look at her face again.

Void scarring around the eyes. Made the joke once that it “helps her see through bullshit”. Thought Lotus gave her a disapproving look and has not made the joke since. Privately thinks it sometimes anyway.

Was among the tenno children that met violence with violence when their parents were affected by the Void.

Preferred frame is Gara (prime variant as soon as she dug up that set of blueprints). Feels a strong connection, but may just be admiration from hearing her story and Nihil’s disgruntled reaction to seeing the frame. Absolutely adores Gara Prime.

Woke up as a Volt model. Keeps it around for sentimental reasons. Occasionally tries to do something with it.

Secretly enjoys Ordis’ jokes.

Found Ordis’ recordings by accident, listened through as many of them as she could find. Has never told him. Will never tell him.

Drifter:

Forgot her name during her time in Duviri. Also doing her best.

Latched onto Dagath’s story as soon as she heard it. Adores Dagath. Has named her kaithe after Dagath’s.

Wears dax armor for the most part. Origins for that are… hazy at best. Maybe best left forgotten in her opinion.

Favors ink that looks like tear streaks. Does not elaborate on why.

Wasn’t sure what to make of Teshin initially. Decided he was an excellent elderly uncle. Does not play Komi with him after ‘the incident’. (The incident was her losing 10 times in a row and nearly flipping the board. Does not touch komi with the rabbit. Is convinced it cheats.)

Thinks of the Operator like a little sister, really doesn’t know how to handle it. Hearing the Void wanted her sister? Nothing could’ve stopped her from chasing Entrati to hell (or in this case, 1999) to find a way to stop it. She’s not ready to lose another family member, ever.

Adores Ordis and his dad jokes. Is unsure about Lotus/Margulis despite Operator’s clear adoration of her.