#*sputters* I don't know XD

[lets-try-some-writing]

(For your Mr. Pax AU:)

Imagine the kids meeting Elita. It'd be so fragging wholesome XD

It'd more then likely be after the school day, too. Lmao.

It would and I have opted to answer the call for this ask.

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"So kids, how was school?" Elita grinned as the children settled on their platform, spreading out homework and other assignments for the cycle. She regarded their work with interest. It seemed simple enough in her optics, but then again, the human children were very small.

"Oh! You're Elita! Optimus's wife!" Miko shot up, a huge smile on her small squishy face. The urge to reach out and poke one of her cheeks was strong, but Elita refrained. It wouldn't do to go poking the children when it was far safer just to wait until later and do it in holoform.

"I'm his Conjunx, yes." Jack pointedly did not look in her direction. Elita could almost see the way his venting would have sputtered if he were Cybertronian. She may not have been well versed in all things human as of the present moment, but even she could see he looked a moment away from exploding.

"Woah, I didn't know Optimus was married." Rafael added his own commentary, closing his laptop to look up at Elita with wide eyes. She had to fight back an awed noise at how adorable he looked. He was tiny, his glasses only making him look more like a sparkling in her optics. She wanted to poke his cheeks as well, but that would have to wait.

"He's been my Conjunx for a very long time kiddo. Since before he became Prime in fact." Miko and Rafael made awed noises, and even Jack looked up at her in surprise, his embarrassment over the parent-teacher conference forgotten.

"Really? Optimus doesn't seem like the kind of guy to well... do that?" Jack was hesitant in his words, but Elita laughed in short order. She clutched her abdomen as she considered Jack's point of view, all but cackling. Her Conjunx could be quite stern when he wanted to be, especially when stressed. She'd already heard about how Optimus shut down any attempts at being introduced to humor. It was no surprise Jack was startled.

"He wasn't always such a stoic figure. Back when we were young, we got into all sorts of trouble." Resting a servo on her hip as he laughter died down, Elita watched as the children practically lit up at the reveal. Jack was quiet with his interest, but Rafael and Miko were not.

"Optimus in trouble? Oooh this is some blackmail material I need!" Miko did a little dance in place, the plushies on her belt shifting as she did an excited twirl. Elita again had to fight the urge to pick up and cuddle the squishy organic close. It probably wouldn't end well, but she hadn't been able to hold such a small creature since Bee was freshly forged.

"I don't think you can blackmail Prime with stuff that millions of years old." Jack, being so much like Optimus, tried to rain on everyone's parade with logic. Thankfully, his little black raincloud bounced right off Miko and Rafael who were still staring at Elita like she hung the moon.

"Married couples always have wild blackmail!" Miko flailed, throwing her arms up in the air as she grinned. Jack sighed and Rafael secretly adjusted his glasses to try and hide a smile. Elita could feel it right then and there as adoration settled in her spark.

Yes, she was keeping these squishies. She could convince Optimus later.

"I have quite a few stories for you. But only if you promise to not harass Optimus with them. He's got enough going on." Holding up a digit to her derma, Elita smiled as the children each agreed, some more enthusiastically than others.

"We won't bother him. Promise." Rafael's eyes only seemed to be made bigger by his glasses. Elita's spark leapt in its chamber, the cuteness of the scene overriding her usual serious attitude as mischievousness she had long left behind began to resurge.

"Settle down then children. Let me tell you all about Orion's first visit to the docks." Elita could see Optimus out of the corner of her optic looming in the nearby hall. He looked to be mostly uncaring as he waited there, listening in. But she could see the hint of a smile on his features. He wasn't opposed to her decision, giving her all the more reason to tell her tale.

It had been so very long since they'd had anyone who cared enough to hear their story.

[xpao-bearx]

"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 2 HERE

Read Part 4 HERE

NOTES: The fact that the idea for this part was already causing me such INTENSE brainrot way before I even finished writing Part 2 (which is pretty funny cuz I actually had a TOTALLY different idea compared to how this part is now, but hey my stoopid brain does what it does) 👁👄👁 Anyhoe, I am SO stoked for this (it also turned out quite long)!! It's finally got ✨️smut✨️ which I know my fellow sluts have been waiting for, BUT it's not the actual sexy sex yet cuz I'm saving that for the last part. Don't worry, it'll definitely be worth it~ ;)

BTW there's a part in this where Steven recites French poetry by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore and I used Google Translate for the English, so if the translation is off then I'm very sorry!

And I just wanna thank y'all sooo much again from the bottom of mah lil black heart, like SERIOUSLY! You lovelies are truly spoiling me with all your sweet comments, likes, and reblogs 😭❤️❤️❤️ And I swear that after the unexpectedly huge success of this fic, it made me fall RIDICULOUSLY HARDER for Oscar ISNACC and I have y'all to blame for dragging me even deeper into DILF Hell Heaven. Like, it's actually a problem when I suddenly feel like giggling and kicking my feet while I'm suffering at work just at the thought of him 😂

I also haven't been this confident and motivated in a while, and this is one of the VERY rare times I'm actually updating pretty quickly without the temptation of slacking off and abandoning it. I love writing and this fic is my baby, and it's just so fucking incredible that you guys are loving what I'm putting out, too, so once more: THANK YOU 🥰

Who knows, maaaybe more Moon Knight fics will come out in the future from me and fingers crossed that Moon Knight Season 2 will be confirmed 🤭

And the tag list has been updated! I also included some readers who I thought wanted to follow this whole series, so if you find yourself tagged despite not asking to be then that's why LMAO xD As always, the tag list is open so don't be shy to ask if you'd like to be added on it! ^_^

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Part 3: Like a virgin, touched for the very first time

After the flurry of honesty and an insane whirlwind of emotions, you and Steven finally winded down. It was a bit awkward following that, but he asked (well, sputtered) if you'd like to stay. He immediately apologized, knowing that he was overstepping boundaries and he completely understands if you rejected such a mental idea.

But it was late, and there was absolutely no way he was going to let you go home alone especially with the state you're in. And also...

Well, call him a selfish knob, but he just wanted--needed--to be with you.

But you agreed to stay--enthusiastically so. You both were flustered, though sharing a laugh together had all the tension fade away.

Because, truly, you were right where you were supposed to be.

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Steven prepared dinner for the two of you, consisting of five-minute vegan mac and cheese courtesy of his microwave then indulging yourselves with the box of chocolates he brought at the failed date for dessert. It wasn't "grand" by any means, but it was the best you ate in a long time.

All thanks to the cute host... Actually, your gorgeous boyfriend.

Just the thought had you grinning like a doofus, the butterflies in your belly now transforming into fucking birds.

Did that make sense? Hell no, but being with Steven absolutely did.

"Love..." Steven's strong arms encircled around your waist from behind, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Make yourself comfortable, yeah? Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch."

You gasped, affronted, quickly whipping around to face him. "Excuse you, sir, but I have every reason to be worried!" You huffed dramatically. "You are definitely not sleeping on the couch, Steven. And if you still insist that you are, then I'll just join you!"

Steven chuckled, his cheeks glowing pink. He rested his chin atop your head, pulling you closer to him. "The couch is too small for the two of us... So for a good night's sleep, I suppose I have no choice but to share the bed with you, yeah?"

"You say that as if you'd rather not." You pouted playfully, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head against his chest. You can faintly hear the erratic thrum of his heartbeat, matching your own.

"I'm just pulling your leg, sweetheart." He teased, kissing your head.

How the fuck did he ever get so lucky? He thought he was going crazy, that this was all just a dream--but it wasn't. Dreams were never this good. You were right here, right now, in his arms. Wholly accepting him for who he is. Loving him.

And he fucking loved you, too.

"Where's the bathroom, baby?"

Baby. The name made his heart stop for a full second. Heat once again crept up to his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears, his voice not coming out as all he could do was just point towards the bathroom as he stared down at you in a completely lovestruck sort of wonder.

You giggled, blushing as well before leaning up on your tiptoes and pecking his nose. "You go relax, Steven. I'll join you soon."

He watched you saunter off, still glued in place and a hand atop his frenzied heart.

He had no idea how in the world he was supposed to relax, especially now that the situation fully hit him like a freight train. But thankfully, he found his legs moving for him and his body taking the liberty of changing into his cozy pyjamas before climbing onto bed.

He put on his ankle restraint and settled down, covering the blanket over him like some posh Victorian duchess as he laid completely stiff. He didn't know how long he stayed like that, lifting his head and squinting every so often at the closed bathroom and your obscure shadow dancing amidst the light peeking through the tiny crack of the door underneath.

And it was so...quiet. Neither Marc nor Jake has uttered a single peep, which was highly unusual. Either one or both of them always had something to say, regardless of whatever Steven was doing and he was the same whenever they were fronting.

But as of the moment, he couldn't even handle speaking with Marc. Not after what he did. Marc and Jake were his family and there was no doubt that he and Marc will eventually make up, but no one was ever allowed to hurt you--especially now that you two were officially together.

Jake, on the other hand... Well, he was known to butt into Steven's business. But Jake always gave him a good push, and he would never actually force Steven to do something if Jake didn't believe he could do it. Truly, Steven owed Jake for technically setting you and him up.

But besides Marc, Steven was more surprised that Jake wasn't yapping away especially when you were involved. It didn't go unnoticed for Steven the way Jake has...changed. Only when you were around, at least. And despite Jake being the stealthiest of them all, Steven could always feel him silently observing you at work deep within the recesses of his mind.

But Steven never said anything. He just understood--accepted--Jake, and he was sure that Jake knew. But Steven didn't mind it; in fact, it made him feel less alone.

After all, how could anyone ever resist you?

He then sighed deeply, shaking his head. Clearly it was no use just laying in his bed like a corpse, so he sat up and threw the blanket off before grabbing a random book from his bedside table and donned his glasses. But his brain was too muddled, heart still not ceasing its turbulent thump as he couldn't even register the words popping out of the worn pages he has read a thousand times.

"So you wear glasses, too, huh?"

He flinched slightly at your voice, seeing you standing at the foot of his bed. You chuckled softly before your eyes landed on his ankle restraint, raising a brow.

"S-Sorry, it's..." He scrambled for something--anything. "I...I know it's a huge red flag, but I have a...sleeping disorder. I promise it ain't for something, um...sexual."

"No need to make excuses, Steven. I don't think it's a red flag."

'And I wouldn't mind if you used it on ME.' You bit back the risqué words that nearly tumbled out your foolish, needy mouth.

Steven only smiled shyly, putting the book away before he gasped when he suddenly felt something plop down on his lap.

Something soft, warm, and lovely.

"Is...is this okay..?" Now it was your turn to be shy, meeting his gaze tentatively.

"More than okay." He breathed, staring up at you with an awed grin. "Gods, Y/N, you're beautiful."

"Thanks, this is my 'I wonder how I didn't pass out from running the most I never thought I could' look." You laughed. But Steven didn't, guilt clouding his features.

He placed his hands on your hips, brows knitting together and jaw squaring. "I really am sorry, Y/N. You didn't have to do that, didn't have to meet me. I would've hated it, but I would've totally understood if you never wanted to see me again. And yet...I was happy when you did come."

"I'm happy, too, Steven." You assured him, one hand on his shoulder while the other combed through his fluffy curls. "And honestly, I would do it again. If you were in, hell, Egypt--I'd still find a way to you, no matter what."

His expression softened, a smile replacing his frown as he leaned forward and laid his head on your chest. "Please do one favour for me, though?" You kept quiet, patiently awaiting his words. "If you ever meet Marc, punch the prick."

"Baby, I can only slap him! No way I'd ever damage your godsent face." You laughed again, little snorts wracking your body that Steven found so damn endearing. Then he looked up, his chin resting in between the pillowy softness of your breasts.

"Love... Call me that again."

"Baby." You obeyed with zero hesitation, and Steven groaned. A deep, rumbly sound that sent tingles all throughout your body. You lightly tugged on his hair, making his head tip back and gaze locking with his pretty brown eyes that have gotten darker, pupils dilated.

"Baby..." Your voice came out as a pathetic whine, your hand on his shoulder holding on for dear life. "Wanna kiss you."

Like a predator pouncing on its prey, Steven swooped up to catch your lips--only for the both of your glasses to bump into each other.

An awkward beat passed between the two of you before you both exploded into riotous laughter. The two of you fell side by side on the bed, giggling so much that tears sprang to your eyes and your stomachs hurt.

Once you two finally calmed down, you exchanged bright smiles and Steven rolled on top of you. His elbows dug into the bed on either side of you, making sure not to bear down his weight on you. He then took off both of your glasses, setting them aside on the bedside table.

"Shall we try again, love?" But Steven didn't wait for your response, crashing his lips with yours.

It was chaste. Feather light. So much better than what you ever imagined it to be like. Steven's lips were unexpectedly soft, but there was a certain firmness in the way he kissed you. Your eyes fluttered shut, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss.

Steven cradled the side of your face gently, lovingly, as if he was handling glass. Then, experimentally, you nipped on his bottom lip. He gasped sharply, and you slid your tongue inside his mouth.

It was obvious how inexperienced you were, but Steven certainly didn't mind. In fact, it only turned him on even more that you wanted to spend your precious first time with him.

And he was definitely never letting you go.

You moved your tongue uncertainly, small panic brewing inside of you if you were doing it right. All those shows and movies made kissing look so easy; but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts as Steven's tongue tangled with yours, taking the lead as he coaxed you into a lazy, sensual dance.

And that drew a long, beautiful moan out of you. Steven craved more, more, more--wanting to push you to the very limit, a lustful, greedy beast suddenly possessing his body.

But oh, he knew, deep down, that beast has always been there; waiting for the right moment to be released.

Waiting for you.

He then slowly pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. Your entire body was flushed, lips puffy and eyes hazy with anguished yearning as you stared up at him. Your hands reached out, clinging on tightly to his black sweatshirt. Despite being on the bed, you felt as if you were free falling into a bottomless pit.

And you wanted to fall--with Steven.

"Steven..." You murmured, one leg wrapping around his waist. "Are you gonna make love to me?"

"No." His reply was instant, levelling his gaze with yours. "I will, but not tonight, darling. I don't have any condoms."

"I...I don't mind..."

A low purr reverberated from his throat. Fuck, were you even aware of what you were saying? Of the sweet, tempting danger it entailed?

He might as well just tie you up, keep you in his apartment forever. With him. ONLY him.

He shook his head, quickly stamping down such dark, possessive thoughts.

"Love." He emphasized through clenched teeth, and you saw the way his inner conflict flickered in his eyes. "Not tonight, Y/N. But that doesn't mean I can't still please you, yeah?"

He pulled your leg off of his waist then pressed his lips to your ankle, electricity coursing directly to where you desired it most.

He never broke eye contact, his lips slowly trailing down the smooth expanse of your leg before pausing at your crotch. He chuckled deeply, ignoring it as he moved to your stomach.

You mewled desperately, wiggling slightly. "Baby." You pleaded, nearly breathless. "Please... Don't fuckin' tease me."

"M'sorry, pretty girl. Just let me worship you, yeah? You deserve it." He hummed, completely unbothered. "I deserve it."

He pushed up your tank top, your breasts spilling erotically and...fuck, was that a belly button piercing?

"First year of college. It was a completely lucid decision." You giggled at his stunned expression. "Hurt like a bitch, but I've always wanted one."

"Looks like I'm not the only one with secrets, then." He chuckled, kissing your belly with utmost tenderness and your breath getting caught in your throat. His lips languidly traced upwards, reaching your breasts and burying his face in between them and inhaling deeply.

Now he understood why Jake wouldn't shut the hell up about the way you smelled after asking you out.

His left hand groped one of your breasts, breath stuttering at the wonderful plushness. Then he raised his head, eyes locking intently with yours once more as his tongue flicked your pert nipple. You whimpered for more, more, more--back arching as you eagerly offered yourself to him.

And he just as eagerly accepted your gracious offer, mouth latching on to your nipple. You moaned as he sucked and squeezed, his teeth grazing slightly against the sensitive bud, only magnifying the maddening sensations you had no control over yet had the privilege to be a willing victim to.

He pulled away with a resounding 'pop' before giving your other breast equal devoted attention, his right hand making its descent lower, lower, lower--slipping inside your shorts and his chest blazing at the dampness that greeted him.

"Bloody hell..." He grunted, erection straining painfully against his pyjama pants. He glanced down, his much larger hand cupping your entire pussy. "Wanna fucking taste you, angel. Can I? Please, love, I wanna taste your pretty pussy."

"Y-You don't even have to ask..." You squeaked, completely scarlet from head to toe. "Just take me, baby."

Steven grinned wolfishly, a gleam in his eyes that you've never seen before making your heart skip a beat. Without wasting another moment, he practically ripped your shorts off. He groaned as he saw the wet splotch in the middle of your panties, yanking them down your legs before bringing it up to his nose as a shiver ran down his spine at your intoxicating scent.

Your arousal was flowing down to your thighs, eyes glazed over as if in a trance as you watched Steven sniff your panties like a beast in heat. Then he shimmied out of his pants, your eyes widening as his cock stood proudly; thick and veiny, the tip an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. His fist, still clutching on to your panties, wrapped around his cock as he leaned down to meet your pussy.

Instinctively, you snapped your legs shut, hands flying to your face.

"I-I'm sorry!" You sobbed, briskly shaking your head. "I'm sorry, so sorry! I...I can't, Steven..."

You expected him to be furious, and honestly you'd understand if he was. What you didn't expect, however, was him gently removing your hands and tenderly kissing away your tears.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, love." He assured, his hands massaging soothing circles on yours. "What's the matter? You don't want to continue?"

"I-I do, it's just..." You sniffled, blinking away tears and meeting his concerned gaze. "I'm...I'm embarrassed, Steven. It's just... Y-You know it's my first time, and you're doing amazing, it's just...I'm scared I'm not. I...have no idea what the fuck to do, and I'm not even pretty."

"That's not true." His voice was firm, jaw ticking resolutely. His brows furrowed, expression the most serious you've ever seen it. "You're bloody gorgeous, Y/N. I'm the git who doesn't know what the hell you see in me. And don't fret about being inexperienced, love. I'm so happy that you wanna be with me, and if you'd allow me, I wanna spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

You stayed silent, then your lips curved up into a dazzling smile that had Steven utterly weak in the knees. What the hell were you so anxious about, anyway? This was Steven Grant, the man of your wildest dreams. The man you loved.

"I love you, Steven."

Steven froze, tears prickling his eyes. Something between a sob and a chuckle escaped him, positively beaming down at you.

"I love you, too, Y/N."

He then parted your legs, hands quivering slightly. "I love you..." He crouched down, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. "...so fucking much." His tongue darted out, licking the beautiful stretch marks that lined the supple skin of your thighs.

His tongue slowly wandered up, up, up, and you were scarcely breathing once his face was in front of your cunt. His hot breath fanned against your clit; dark, nearly black eyes fixed on yours.

"Quand je vivais tendre et craintive amante..." He recited in French, smiling up at you. "...avec ses feux je peignais ses douleurs."

When I was a tender and fearful lover, with her fires I painted her pains.

You had noticed earlier the French poetry books stacked on Steven's desk, but goddammit you didn't expect he would quote one while he was right in front of your pussy.

You were sure this absolutely sexy menace of a man was trying to murder you.

His thumb then brushed against your clit, making you gasp. He grinned widely, pushing down on your nub as you whimpered and squirmed helplessly.

"Baby..." You begged, tears pouring down your pretty pink cheeks, and there must be something severely wrong with Steven to find it so enticing. "Pretty please... Fuck me with your mouth."

And how could he ever say no to that? He was merely a loyal, desperate slave for his goddess' wishes. For her love.

And so, like a parched man in the desert, he buried his face in your sopping pussy. You yelped, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sudden--but very much not unwelcomed--intrusion into your deepest, most intimate part.

Steven's groan of appreciation vibrated within your gummy walls, inching ever so deeper, feeling his nose hit a bundle of nerves. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe along your mound and up to your clit. You cried out, a broken, pornographic song that echoed throughout Steven's entire flat.

"Gods..." His voice was low, trembling; one hand yet again wrapping around his aching cock, the flimsy fabric of your panties hugging the tip. "You've no idea how much I dreamt of this, Y/N. Waited for this." His other hand settled on your pussy, deft fingers running along your drenched folds. "Such a good girl, tastes so fucking good."

He puckered his lips, kissing your pussy. And the sounds that accompanied were downright filthy, Steven moaning shamelessly, loud squelches and the heady smell of your sex filling the air.

Slowly, carefully, he thrusted a finger inside of you. You keened, your thighs squishing Steven's head and your hands gripping onto his hair. He then added another finger, scissoring his digits and you knew right then and there that you were losing what's barely left of your fucking mind.

You grinded against him, and he bobbed his head zealously in perfect tandem with you. His tongue lapped up and down, up and down, before suddenly driving it inside your hole.

He was rubbing his cock vigorously, watching you, burning this marvelous moment for all eternity into his memories. And as soon as a third finger slipped in, you were fucking gone.

You screamed, finally reaching that peak and falling over it, seeing stars. You gushed around his mouth, and Steven noisily slurped it all up, not daring to leave behind a single drop.

He soon followed, grunting animalistically as his cum sprayed all over your panties. He collapsed against your pussy, in between the heavenly plushness of your thighs, panting raggedly.

Neither of you knew how long you both stayed like that, coming down from your high, until you sliced through the serene silence.

"Wow... Just...wow."

Steven chuckled breathlessly, looking up at you with your wetness glistening on his lips and chin. "Wow, indeed." He then leaned forward, and you gasped as his lips suckled on the skin right next to your clit, claiming you with a dark purple mark.

"You'll be the fucking death of me, Steven Grant." You groaned playfully, pulling on his hair.

He grinned, crawling over your body before moulding your lips together in a passionate liplock. His tongue entwined with yours and you could taste yourself, your brain short circuiting.

He slowly drew away, gently knocking his forehead against yours as his grin grew impossibly bigger.

"I'll make love to you at the Field of Reeds, then."

[iamvegorott]

Hello~. I had a great laugh reading the end of that last request you did. But then it got me thinking..... Can you do one where Anti is sitting on the couch, pouting, as he's getting lectured about coming home late after a date with Dark? And it's extra funny because he's technically the oldest, yet his younger siblings have him cornered.

Anti does have a habit of breaking curfew XD

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Anti stepped into the Septiceye House at some hour of the night. He had no idea what time it was, and the way he casually strolled in gave away that he didn’t care. He finished a date with Dark and was on that happy high he always got after spending time with him. If anyone ever mentioned said happy high, he’d deny it until he was blue in the face. Despite him and Dark seeing each other for several months, they were both still…shy about discussing it with the others. 

“You’re late.” Chase’s voice brought Anti back to the present, and he blinked at the sight of the other Septiceyes in the room looking at him like disappointed parents. 

“I’m not that late.” Anti huffed and tried to leave the room, but Jackie stood in his way. “You guys are being dramatic.”

“Take him to the couch,” Chase stated.

“Don't you-Jackie!” Anti yelled in protest when Jackie grabbed his upper arms and picked him up. “You and your stupid strength!” He let out a string of curses after that until he got sat down on the couch. 

“Thank you.” Chase smiled at Jackie before putting his stern face back on for Anti. “Where have you been?” 

“With Dark, you know this.” Anti rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning back in a bit of a pout. 

“I always thought Dark was better at keeping track of time,” Henrik commented. 

“He is.” Marvin hummed as his grin grew. “But even the most time-conscious can get forgetful when they’re busy~” 

“What? You want details or something?” Anti scoffed. “I can tell you all about how I got bent-”

“Nope, nope, nope.” Jackie covered his ears. “We do not want details.” 

“I’m a grown man. I can go and have sex with my boyf-” Anti’s word turned into a long f sound as he caught himself.

“Boyfriend?” Chase finished for him.

“No!” 

“Our boy has a boyfriend!” Henrik joined the teasing. Anti felt his face getting warm and did not like that.

"‘Your boy’ is older than all of you.” Anti reminded as he stood up. “And I am not listening to this anymore. I am-” A new string of curses came out when Chase pulled him into a hug.

“They grow up so fast!” Chase played up a ‘crying voice’.

“I will stab you several times.” Anti squirmed with his threat. 

“Someone is blushing.” Marvin pinched Anti’s cheeks, giggling and moving his hands away when Anti tried to bite them. 

“I guess it is not shocking you stayed out so late. You must want to spend as much time as possible with your boyfriend.” Henrik chuckled. 

“I’m setting the House on fire.” Anti tried to escape from Chase again but got trapped by Jackie joining the hug.

“Can I be the best man at the wedding?” Jackie asked.

“Wedding!?” Anti’s eyes went wide, and his face turned a deeper shade of red. “There is no wedding! There will not-no-we’re not-no!” 

“Do you think he’s been punished enough for breaking curfew?” Marvin asked Henrik. 

“Give him another moment of sputtering, and yes.” Henrik watched the scene with a smirk. 

[quinloki]

I just now saw your kink game and I'm jumping on this. Since I'm such a basic bitch I choose breath play, choking, and orgasm denial for Law, Kid, and Crocodile. Please and thank you. 😘

<3 There's nothing basic about a good kink ^_^

We'll do these by character in order of being provided -

I'll probably say it while I'm writing these out, but please if you practice breath play please be careful! Breath Play has a notorious reputation of going south easily because people underestimate it.

If you have an interest check out this starter section on minimizing risks associated with it. Consent is sexy, and safe BDSM means getting to do it more often XD <3

Alright, enough reality land, let's get into these head canons \o/

Law:

Breath Play - Because of the versatility of his devil fruit, Law is a solid Yes for Breath Play of all kinds. It's all the rush and almost no risk, but he still has plenty of prep and such that he'll do to keep things in order. The point is about control, and as such he'll be sure that he maintains that impeccably. I imagine there's even a point where he pulls your heart or lungs out, and lets you watch as your body struggles.

Choking - A strong Yes again. But don't follow the captain's lead on this one, instead of just using his hands, Law will bring props - ropes, belts, etc. into the scene for it. There's far less risk for a slip with props when you can shambles them away in a split second. Careful monitoring again, letting you drown in the sweet mix of adrenaline and pleasure.

Orgasm Denial - Oh god you don't even know - Stoic as he is (or tries to be) otherwise, Law has always been a bit of a brat behind closed doors. Certainly a dom, but just as much a brat, and being able to deny you that final plunge over, and over, and over again and again is something he can easily delight in. There's a lot of control in it as well, so it hits more than one big button for him.

You ask for it one time, but after that it's almost entirely consigned to the realm of punishment play. Frustratingly good as it is, it is pretty hot when he finishes on you just as you're whining for yet another denial.

Kid:

Breath Play - Eustass is a Sure on this one. He doesn't have the capacity for safety for it that Law does, but he's not against it either. Ever the consummate kinkster, he'll be sure that the two of you are on the same page about it, setting up additional safety sounds, like finger snapping or you smacking your hand against something. Bondage is kept light during these sessions specifically so you have access to those kinds of movements easily.

Choking - I think Eustass was more of a I dunno on this - until he made a prosthetic that let him "cheat" a little. Managing to cram a few medical sensors into the palm and fingers he easily comes into a Yes on this one. The hands on aspect brings it up for him, feeling you twitch and struggle under his fingers.

Orgasm Denial - FUCK Yes - Eustass will tease you, rile you up, deny you over and over until you're a crying sputtering begging mess and then he'll force so many orgasms out of you afterward that you'll be begging him to stop. "C'mon, (y/n), make up your mind. First you're begging to cum, now yer beggin' me to stop." Not that you can answer him in the midst of another orgasm, but that shattered uncontrolled pleasure is what he was after anyway.

Sir Crocodile:

Breath Play - Overall Crocodile is a Sure for breath play. It has it's risks, and he's experienced enough to be fully aware of them. The comforting thing in a very uncomfortable thought, is that he's probably used breath play to dispatch an unwanted suitor/spy. Because of this he is keenly aware of where the line is, and has a experience-driven knowledge on being able to stay on the... safe side of it. He's only fairly neutral about it because you're not unwanted, and if he's not careful he'll risk something he means to keep.

Choking - Solidly more of a Yes for this, because of how more hands on it is. He prefers direct control, and he can watch your eyes, your face, and feel your pulse this way. Getting to hear and feel you squirm in pleasure makes it even better. While he only has one functional hand for this kind of thing, it still works out well - it's big enough, and the cold smooth metal of that hook caressing your body when you're on fiery edge from the choking certainly doesn't take away from the experience. >.>

Orgasm Denial - How Crocodile vibes this is a Sure, but how "good" he is at has much more passion to it. He won't seem to have much of an opinion one way or another, but if you put him in a mood he'll be denying your orgasms for days. Especially if you've irritated him in some way. You cannot beg this man into giving you relief, and if you try to find it on your own you might find yourself immobile or monitored for long stretches of time until he decides you get relief.

(A quietly adorable thing you may notice with time is that if you don't finish neither does he. >.> Take that as you please. )

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[yellowelectroslime]

Hi for the alphabet ask game

Stelle with the letters G, N, and Q

✌️😋✌️

(I love stelle she is so literally me core frfr)

[notes: Stelle and Caelus are so silly XD, I main stelle so i gotchu ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊ tickle ask game here]

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

She would be super giggly and squirmy I imagine, like she would be sputtering incoherent things out of pure anticipation. She's especially weak to soft grazing on her ribs. Feathers and brushes don't really work as well as fingernails for her. she'll still be giggling like crazy tho

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

She becomes an absolute TICKLE MONSTER, like something in her just activated. sometimes when she's playful she would have the urge to just tickle everyone on the express the moment it becomes night time. Her main victims during this phase are Dan Heng with the help of March (hehe i love this silly trio), and sometimes even Welt with the encouragement of Himeko

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘Are you ticklish’?

She used to be oblivious to the ler's intentions since she doesn't have much experience with tickling so she would just answer blandly without knowing what would happen. But after she spent more time with the express she became more flustered when someone askes this question since they would always get into tickle fights on the express. She would stutter on her words and try to bolt for it (it doesn't work)

[tickle ask game: OPEN]

[teecupangel]

From @wisecloudnightmare:

...I wanna read chaotic Shaun interacting with Desmond's ancestors. Don't need to be time-travel (forward or backward) au or anything big. Just, like, can you imagine Shaun designs weird training courses to test Desmond while he's Bleeding? (And have Ezio flirt with him or Altair criticize the weak points of the plan lol).

(Just want to share my thought, but if you wanna take that as a request... 👀💦)

Here's a small fic of Shaun being chaotic and getting more chaos XD

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Test Subject 1

“If you could be any animal, what animal would you be?” Shaun asked as he stared at the stoic expression currently decorating Desmond’s face.

Golden eyes stared at him silently as Shaun tapped his tablet and a mechanical woman’s voice spoke, “إذا كنت تستطيع أن تكون أي حيوان ، فأي حيوان ستكون؟”

At the sight of furrowed brows and the slight downward shape of his lips, Shaun sighed, “It’s the best we have at the moment.”

Shaun tapped at this tablet once more and had the mechanical woman’s voice say, “إنه أفضل ما لدينا في الوقت الحالي.”

Scarred lips finally opened and Shaun readied the tablet to record and translate…

“More than seven centuries have passed yet all you have to show in terms of communication is that.” Altaïr dryly stated in perfect English as he looked at the tablet in disappointment.

Shaun simply grew more interested as he asked, “You can understand and speak our version of English. Does that mean you have access to Desmond’s memories?”

Altaïr slowly raised his head to stare at Shaun quietly for a moment before deadpanning, “No hablo ingles.”

Shaun narrowed his eyes as he asked, “Is that supposed to be a joke?”

“I’m not as boring as many believe I am.” Altaïr stated before leaning forward, “But more importantly…”

Altaïr quickly tapped Shaun’s tablet before Shaun could pull it away, successfully stopping the recording and deleting the file.

“Wha-! Why?!” Shaun looked at his tablet, his eyes widening as he heard Altaïr say.

“You now do not have any evidence that I can make a pathetic joke.” Altaïr leaned close as he whispered, “You will have to live with your life knowing you know something about me that no one will ever believe.”

Altaïr leaned back as he continued, “And that will haunt you for the rest of your life.”

Shaun stared at Altaïr with wide eyes as he whispered, “You’re a monster.”

“I don’t like being told to go away.” Altaïr retorted before closing his eyes.

A moment later, light brown eyes opened to stare at him and Desmond blinked.

“Desmond, Altaïr-”

Desmond’s lips curved into a cheeky grin and he began to walk away as he said mimicking Shaun’s accent, “Hello, Desmond. Go away.”

All Shaun could do was stare at Desmond with an open mouth.

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Test Subject 2

“And you want me to paint whatever I wish?” The Italian accent was clear to Shaun’s ears and he nodded.

“Yes, anything you like,” Shaun said as he handed the stylus to his current subject.

Ezio began to use the stylus on the tablet as he said, “You do understand I am more familiar with… shall we say, traditional art?”

“But I’ve got Desmond drawing on that same tablet for the past week.” Shaun explained, “To familiarize himself with the drawing app I downloaded.”

“And how were Desmond’s drawings?” Ezio asked curiously as he continued to draw.

“Awful.” Shaun stated bluntly before continuing, “But the main point is for him to know how to use the app. And now, you’re using it for the first time.”

“Do you just instinctively feel like you know what to do? Where you can get the tools you need?” Shaun asked curiously.

“Altaïr did say you were checking if the Bleeding Effect affects us as well,” Ezio commented with a nod. Ezio stopped drawing and smirked, “Here. For you, il mio bellissimo.”

Shaun took the tablet and looked at what Ezio had drawn, expecting to see a rough sketch similar to the paintings he had done for his targets back in Monteriggioni.

Shaun sputtered and raised his head to stare as Desmond grinned at him.

“I’m getting better, right?” Desmond teased.

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Test Subject 3

“You look… dejected.” A polite tone asked and Shaun sighed.

“Hello, Connor.” Shaun paused before adding, “Or Desmond pretending to be Connor. Whoever you’re supposed to be.”

“Would you like to know a secret?” The man in front of him asked as he moved one of his pawns to E4. Shaun countered by moving his black pawn to F6 to bait him.

“And what secret would that be?” Shaun asked as his opponent moved another pawn to D4 which Shaun countered by moving another pawn to G5.

Shaun froze when his opponent placed the white queen on H5 as he stated, “Checkmate.”

“Tha-that’s…” Shaun spluttered as he raised his head to stare at the man in front of him, “That’s the Fool’s Mate! How do you know-”

The man raised his phone and showed a webpage that says ‘10 fastest checkmates’.

“That’s cheating!” Shaun exclaimed.

“I’ve been told to play smart.” The man said before using his white queen to tip Shaun’s black king.

“I was distracted,” Shaun grumbled, glaring at the chessboard.

“And we do not like being experimented on.” Connor answered before adding, “And Shaun?”

“Hm?” Shaun raised his head to stare at Connor.

“No hablo ingles.”

“Oh, piss off, you wankers!”

[zonerobotnik]

I know that I have Clyde seem like such a chill guy that goes with the flow and doesn't let anything bother him but actually he hates the royal family of Corona and everyone in the Capital and has a bitter, bitter heart about what happened with the rocks.

I just don't get the chance to show it much.

Here's some snippets from something I've been poking at.

Context: Eugene heard Varian was in a fight, finds him wrestling with a stranger.

[“Hey!” Eugene finally recovered from the surprise and stepped forward. “You heard him! Let him up!”

The stranger, who had a tanned, freckled face, a reddish-brown ponytail, green eyes and some kind of green and black adventurer’s outfit, looked up at him with annoyance, then smirked and pressed down further onto Varian. “Say ‘please’, Royal Dog.”

“What?!” Eugene sputtered.

“Clyde.” Varian sighed. “Please.”

“Tch. I wanted to see the dog beg.” Clyde, apparently, got up and offered Varian a hand up.

“Clyde, be nice.” Varian said as he got up. “Eugene, this is Clyde Miller, he used to live in Old Corona. Clyde, this is Prince Consort Eugene Fitzherbert. He's also Captain of the Royal Guard and kind of my cousin. My dad has a weird family tree.”

“Mm, fascinating.” Clyde said, draping an arm around Varian’s shoulders. He was a head taller than Varian and looked rather well-built, and like he’d been traveling a while.

‘Actually, if he evacuated from Old Corona, he’s been traveling for four years.’ Eugene thought. “Pleasure to meet a friend of Varian's.” He extended a hand.

Clyde eyed his hand with distaste. “I don't shake hands with Royal Dogs.”

“Clyde!” Varian hissed. “Sorry, Eugene. He's a little bit bitter about the Capital kind of ignoring Old Corona’s troubles all the time.”

“Has that changed?” Clyde looked at him. “Oh no, wait, it's empty. Everyone left, the only people living there now are relatives that were in the Capital at the time of the evacuation that moved back in!”]

Context: Clyde is trying to find a Disciple causing trouble and reluctantly goes to tell Rapunzel about the threat in her Kingdom.

[“Varian, who is your friend?” Rapunzel asked. “He is your friend, right?”

“Yeah!” Varian nodded, then looked thoughtful. “Kinda? I mean, we were kind of friends, but kind of enemies…”

“We were frenemies.” The young man shrugged. “Clyde Miller of Old Corona.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” She held out a hand.

He looked at her hand, then walked on down the hall. “I can’t say the sentiment is mutual.”

“Uhm…okay, why is that?” She asked as she followed him.

“Rapunzel, just don’t.” Varian shook his head.

“No, I need to know. Why isn’t he happy to meet me?” Rapunzel asked. “What did I ever do to him?”

“Rapunzel, just drop–”

“You think you did something?” Clyde laughed bitterly and turned to her. “No, Princess. It’s not what you did, it’s what you didn’t do. Your entire family left us to die from sharp, deadly rocks. Our pleas to the castle were ignored, and from what I hear it’s all because of you that the rocks were attacking at all! They were after the Sundrop, weren’t they?” He pointed at her accusingly. “You could’ve stopped them before our village was destroyed, our people killed, but you instead hid away in your ivory tower and pretended that you didn’t doom us all! And that’s not even getting started with how you gave Varian false hopes of friendship!”

“Wha–well–” Rapunzel stopped short, struck dumb.

“If you actually cared about him, you would’ve visited and seen the rocks destroying our village long before the blizzard!” Clyde said angrily. “And when Varian ran to get your help, you allowed him to be thrown out into the snow!”

“Clyde, come on.” Varian sighed. “Let’s just drop it.”

“...Fine.” Clyde turned to walk on after Eugene.]

And we're just getting started with this story, however long it is. XD

[horizontwinflames]

It's WIP Monday, my dudes!

Okay, now this is a teaser for chapter 3 LOL

Chapter 3 - One Last Lesson (WIP) [...] The sisters quickly began to descend the hills, and once they were out of Rost's sight, Beta panicked, "Ooooh shit shit shit! You think he wants us to take down a hunter-killer machine?"  "Pff, that's no problem, you know that," Aloy responded nonchalantly. Beta stepped in front of her sister, stopping her from walking, and then sputtered, "That's the thing, sis! Rost doesn't know we’re used to sneaking outside the Embrace!"  Aloy's eyes widened in realization; that detail had completely slipped her mind. "Oh shit…How are we supposed to pretend we don't know a Sawtooth?!" "EXACTLY!" Beta shouted nervously. "We either let him know or let our asses get kicked a bit." "I'm not letting my ass get kicked by a machine on purpose," Aloy snapped, annoyed but still visibly worried.  "So we HAVE to think about something!" Beta said as they resumed their walking. 

The canon divergence will start to get more visible.

This chapter is the equivalent to only the main quest "The Point of the Spear" now. The original plan of making this chapter two quests didn't work as intended. xD

I hope to post still this week or, at the max, the weekend.

[tsukuyomii45]

what would obimama and obipapa think of rin

Note: Obimama and Obipapa are Obito's parents~

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They love her! The whole family does xD (Obipapa, Obimama, and Grandma)

Obimama would absolutely freaking adore Rin. I can just imagine her and Obito's grandmother teasing Obito when he's young, going all, "I can't wait to see my grandkids!" and Obito would get all flustered and be like, "I'm only 5!!"

She's always quick to invite Rin over for lunch or dinner, and they'd talk about Obito together almost all the time, and she'd listen to the way Rin speaks so positively and happily about him - and this would make her tearfully squeal (Obimama is a sensitive crybaby).

Obipapa always reminds Obito that Rin is a very special friend who cares about him so much and that he should look out for her and protect her, because someone like her only comes around once in a lifetime.

Not only that, but Obimama is the first one to notice that her son is in love with Rin, and she often teases him about it, especially when Obito looks super excited and happy as he's about to leave the house, she'd be like, "Going out with Rin, hm~?" and Obito would just sputter and fluster and be like, "I-it's not like that..!!"

But Obipapa is the one who notices Obito's frustrations when it came to his one-sided love (since Rin would be attracted to Kakashi at the time, or would be giving Kakashi more of her attention), and Obito would go home looking upset or moping, and doesn't feel like talking.

He'd then sit Obito down one evening and gently speak to his son, "You love her, don't you?" and Obito would sadly just nod his head then talk about how his skills are not enough to get her attention, and that he's been trying so hard to awaken his Sharingan so that he can get stronger, etc. But then Obipapa would tell him not to lose hope and not to care about what anyone thinks of him, and that awakening the Sharingan is not as easy as it seems. (Obipapa is aware that Obito is talked about, but he doesn't give a shit and knows Obito will awaken his Sharingan at the right time).

Fastforward to everyone growing up and becoming adults - Obimama would literally be squealing and crying because Obito and Rin are finally dating and that she'd start rambling about how much she wants Rin to be her daughter-in-law and a new member of the Uchiha.

Obipapa would pat Obito's back, before throwing an arm over his shoulder and whispering in his ear, "This doesn't mean I have to buy you any condoms now, does it?" and Obito would literally just fumble and sputter in embarrassment, going all, "We're not even there yet!" Obipapa teasingly goes: "Yet." before lightly chuckling and wishing his son the best. He too, is hopeful that Rin would be a new member of the Uchiha later on down the line. :3

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(also note: Obimama and Obipapa are purely Uchiha members, but they're very nice people and are open to someone that is not a part of the clan joining them :3)

[alasse-earfalas]

I had two LoZ / LU related dreams the other night, so y'all get to hear about them. 😊

First I dreamed that Link had voiced lines in Skyward Sword. Additionally, the puzzles in the Eldin Volcano dungeon were designed such that he and Zelda had to tackle them together (e. g. floor switches with two spaces to stand on that would change the walls around).

My second dream was that there was a game involving the whole Chain + Ravio. Ravio was able to talk to the player (me), and somehow opened a portal that allowed me to enter the game world. This was completely on accident, it turned out, and Ravio was fretting and apologizing while I was like, "ooo! video game! Is that a sword on the ground? My sword now! :D"

After reassuring Ravio that I wasn't upset, Legend came over to check on us. Apparently he was the only Link who saw what happened, so he knew who I was. I tackled him in a hug, to which he responded with startled sputtering and, "no touchy!" Once I let go of him he said that he was going to go through a couple of the dungeons that were around us real quick to pick up some gear for me. I thought it was really sweet and thanked him. He clearly just saw it as the practical thing to do. xD

I found the other Links nearby and was debating with myself about how to approach them. I overheard them talking, and apparently they were all sitting around awaiting input from the player. 😅 Twilight finally noticed me staring and was politely like, "Um, can we help you?" None of them knew who I was, and I didn't know how they'd respond to the news. I was about to say something when I woke up. 🙃

But! Before I woke up, I did get a little "preview" of what might happen if I told them I was the player. Reactions ranged from (and were combinations of), "GAH!! What are you doing in here‽" to "oh ok" to "FRIEND. please let me hug you can I hug you is that okay idk how to ask if I can hug you so I'm just going to stand here and stare awkwardly at you until I explode." I know Wild was in that last category, but I don't remember who else was where. xD

[omoghouls]

Character A is diapered by Character B. Character A proceeds to humilate Character B.

"Oh, this diaper? Yeah, B made me wear it. It gets their rocks off, y'know?"

"heeeeey, b? I know we're in the middle of the mall right now, but I really need to piss. And you know how I get when I take a real good wee. I get loud. So, you better find me a bathroom real quick~"

"hey, I know you worked real hard for all that cash, but well. diapers are real expensive and you know how much I piss. You can't be mad at me~"

D8tdyt7tx oMFG (dips are personally non sexual for me but I don't yuck yums here!!♡♡♡♡)

But these are *chef kiss* holy shit- A being a cheeky and turning the tables of what you usually think of the dynamics😌

Also 1000% Ed and Stede vibes OMG like, Ed being all nonchalant, making these comments while diapered and Stede being the one all red faced and sputtering while Ed just gives a cheeky grin before giving the blonde a kiss (and probably whispering he needs a change xD)

[unhingedselfships]

hydrangea for maji, carnation for aki, aster for kir, sage for dai? ♡

This one got long XD the other 3 are under the cut c:

Hydrangea– What’s something about you only s/i understands? What do only you understand about s/i?

Majima is settled on the middle seat of the overstuffed couch, arms stretched across the back. Kimi is flopped to his side, head resting on the arm, and legs across his lap.

He grins, about to answer, before sputtering indignantly as her bare toes press into his cheek, cutting off whatever he was going to say.

"Liar."

"Ya didn' let me say anything!" 

She grins at his indignation, "Didn't have to, I know you. Whatever you were gonna say was gonna be complete bull so you could avoid anything resembling real vulnerability."

He glares flatly down at her, but her grin never wavers.

Her face softens as she begins to answer on his behalf, "we both share this sort of… We have what most people would consider odd feelings, about our respective appearances."

He winces, "Do ya have ta go there?"

"Shush. Anyway. Neither of us is exactly… happy. With our appearance. Or at least parts of it. We have things we do like, and are proud of, though that can fluctuate. But there is plenty we don't like as well. To put it gently. And yet, we're both very appearance driven people."

She shifts, turning to settle into his side, "Its kind of hard to explain? Or maybe that's just me? But we both like to put in a lot of effort, even knowing that because of how we feel, we'll probably end up let down. I don't think a lot of people quite get that... That we're not being vain, but trying to mask, to hide, the things we can't stand," she glances up at Majima, "Or put them out on display as a weird sort of act of rebellion."

She glances up at Majima, who is pointedly looking across the room.

Stifling a giggle, she shares in a conspiratorial whisper, “He doesn’t really do vulnerability.”

He gives an indignant “Oi!” and she cackles as he playfully shoves her into the floor.

Carnation– What’s something about s/i that fascinates you?

Akiyama gives a wry grin, "this girl's sleep patterns are absolutely insane. I'm not the best at keeping a regular schedule either, but she puts me to shame. I have no clue how she functions."

(A faint shout of "I don't" can be heard in the distance)

Aster– What would you consider a symbol of your relationship with s/i?

Kiryu blinks, his brow furrowing. His eyes quickly dart down to the simple band on his finger, then back up.

K snorts, leaning over the back of his chair, "Yeah the rings are a literal symbol. I think they want something more well… symbolic? Maybe." She shrugs.

He closes his eyes, that contemplative-concentration look he gets when he tries to remember something settling over his features. 

K jolts slightly as Kiryu's eyes suddenly pop back open, and he gives a small self satisfied smile. 

It takes him just a moment to dig into a pocket before presenting a battered old key chain, with a single key on it, "It's the key to the house we share," he clarifies, "but-"

"You still have that old thing!?" She cuts him off, then turns sheepish, "ah, sorry."

He snorts lightly, rolling his eyes, "Of course I still have it. You gave it to me. I still don't really get it."

"Oh," a soft flush on her face, "Well is a monkey, like you. Your Chinese zodiac I mean. Earth monkey specifically, so it was too perfect to pass up."

He eyes the dangling gift, a cutesy monkey face, with a little dark green stone dangling from its own loop of the same chain.

"Did you really never…" she trails off.

"No."

"You must have been so confused," the start of a giggle in her voice.

It was his turn to ignore an embarrassed blush, "You gave it to me," he repeated, "It didn't matter what it was supposed to mean."

Sage– If you and s/i could live together, forever as immortals, would you do it? Why or why not?

Daigo tilts his head, gaze distant and thoughtful, "I know this is something she thinks about. It's a nice thought, in theory. Spending eternity together. As a fantasy, But in reality? I'm not sure she likes the idea if it's grounded in reality. All of eternity, here? Even together, we," he sighs, his whole demeanor shifting to something melancholic, "We're both tired. But I look forward to the years we do have." 

[twistedtummies2]

Where do the names of your characters come from? Asking because Nakoda's last name has been bugging me all day, wondering where you got that. XD

The names of my characters can come from all kinds of places. I always want my characters to have names that mean something, or at least have some sort of interesting "hook" to them. To me, a character's name is VERY important. Some name meanings are obvious, some are less so. I've talked about some of my OCs' names in the past, but I don't mind doing it again. In Nako's case: his last name, "Spivak," is a very obscure character reference. For those who don't know, Nakoda's inspiration - Kaa from Disney's Jungle Book - was voiced by an actor named Sterling Holloway. In the radio series "The Shadow" (possibly my favorite radio show of all time), Holloway played a villain called "Anton Spivak." I liked the sound of the name - something about the consonance of it reminded me of a spitting cobra, the combination of hissing, sputtering, and choking sounds involved - and I thought it would be a nice, oblique reference to Kaa's original actor, so I used that. As for his first name, Nakoda, apparently that means "Whisper" in another language, and it also had the right sort of sound to it when compared to "Kaa," if you get my meaning. The name was actually suggested by @belliesandburps, so give him thanks there.

[jeclrs]

My husband looked at me today, eyes shimmering with adoration, and spur of the moment he started to tell me how much he appreciates me. Seemingly in midst of thinking to say something corny like "you are my rock" he must have thought better, stuttered, and warmly declared that I am his weeble.

For you see, weebles wobble, but they don't fall down.

I coughed and sputtered and nearly choked laughing, cuz damn straight I ain't no body's rock. I'm here for you honey, but lord knows I am nooooooooot stable XD

[amplexadversary]

Once again I love that Braius fucked that old woman. And Morrigan was fine to let everyone hear it XD god Matt plays the most delightful fey characters. Gives a vibe of Morrigan flexing on the party for fucking their new friend.

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Laudna and Fearne gossiping about Morrigan and the Matron of Ravens

Ashton: "What are you guys thinking at each other?"

Fearne: *sputters*

Imogen: "I don't like being on the outside of that."

Ashton: "You keep doing the little head nod."

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Sam fucking jonesing to one-up the legendary fey sword with his flail is very funny.

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I do think Travis giving Otohan's fucked-up sword to Grog would have been cool

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That conversation about the funnel got very high-energy (little bit hard to follow, thank FUCK for the transcript, transcripts own, everyone should do transcripts)

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I should have been keeping an actual journal of session notes this whole time like Marisha. My "bad memory notes" are divided between word documents and legal pads. I recently started writing them in the really nice one I've been sitting on for several years.

I should gather my backlog and re-write them in the journal. I do have a system for keeping the different systems, parties, and dates distinct (like 20pages at the front reserved as a table of contents, system-party name-date format, personally numbering pages like 20 ahead of where I am)

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Chetney, referring to the Matron of Ravens, goddess of death: "I'll let you guys talk, I've been dodging this bitch for a while now, so, you know."

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Those are your ankles, Sam, not your knees.

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Oh man, Robbie's description of what it's like for Dorian to suffocate is compelling.

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HAHAHAHAHA, WHOOPS!

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Robbie: "Wait, ... do I get advantage on saves?"

Matt: "Yes."

Robbie: "HA!" *rolls* "Worse!"

I'm about to binge a month's worth of CR now that it's Dragon Holiday week (and I have long overdue laundry to fold).

[captainhysunstuff]

@deathnotetober 2021:  Target

Misa’s devilish charm comes with devilish aim.  Two boys with one beam~.