#3. what are those extra marks under his eyes?? like why? why does he have them??

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

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THANK YOU FOR THE TAG AND THINKING ABOUT ME!!!!

Nozel’s looks good! 

But. But I’m sorry to say this, but I hate Fue’s design with a burning passion T^T 

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BRAID GONE.

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CHEST OUT. HAIR UP.

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[bi-writes]

ok simon and his mail order bride live rent-free in my head now and, like, what i wanna know is what their anniversaries look like? not just their one year anniversary, but also their fifth or tenth? how does it change as they settle into that deep comfortability that comes with being with someone a long time? -391780

this piece i still consider canon mail-order bride, but i see it almost as an extra than a continuation of the current story since it is very much in the future of that timeline. <3

mail-order bride

it's difficult to see the potential of something so mangled. sometimes things are so worn out and so used that they don't reflect what their purpose was. instead of function, they see flaw. instead of value, they see waste.

sometimes you wonder if that's what they saw in you. sometimes you wonder if that's why you were given to him.

that's what they made him. simon was a tortured dog they let loose. they saw value, but only what was left, and perhaps they thought something like you might help them squeeze just that little bit more out of him. one more year. one more op.

the sunlight wakes you up. you forgot to pull the blinds, but when you see simon sleeping peacefully next to you, it's worth it to be up so early. you know as soon as you move, he will wake, so you keep still for just a few more minutes.

today marks ten. he doesn't look much older. he seems to have stopped aging ever since you asked him to put in his papers.

like always, as soon as you sit up, simon blinks awake. he's bleary, but conscious, and when your eyes meet, you smile at him. he lifts his big hand and rubs your back gently. you don't speak any words so early in the morning, but you don't have to. there isn't much to say when the love of your life loves you, and you love them back.

you push the blankets off, giggling when you reveal the black and orange balls of fur that blink up at you. they almost seem irritated that you interrupted their sleep, snuggled in the heat that simon radiated. they'll just have to deal with it.

you drag your hand down simon's leg wordlessly. you hear his deep breaths from behind, and you reach into your bedside table to press a little balm into your hand before spreading the ointment across his knee and under it. you work it into the muscles nice and slow; any faster, and simon will hitch his breath in pain, and you'll have to start over.

you kiss his knee before laying back down, settling into his side, and you lift up your left hand, wiggling your fingers knowingly at him before looking up towards his face. he smiles down at you sleepily, raising his hand to cup your fingers.

"still love me?" you ask softly, and simon pretends to think about.

"mmm..." he rumbles. "still love ya."

"but do you still like me?"

"more everyday."

the first few years were spent trying to play catch-up. fancy dinners, expensive gifts, handwritten letters that could've been novels to try and stuff the love you have for each other all in one night. they were all wonderful; you think about those nights all the time, and you cherish the gifts he's given you like they are a part of you, but today feels different.

today might not be just another day, but it's just as special as yesterday. and the day before that. and the day before that.

when it's time to really wake up, you let simon guide you. he walks easy, barely a limp, and he sits you down at your vanity to help you do your hair as you add your serums and moisturizers. he's good with that brush, running it through gently, parting your hair the way you like so he can tie it up. he'd braid your hair if you asked him to (he said it wasn't unlike all the knots he knows how to tie--and he meant it, no one dutch braids like him), but you know your show came out last night, and you want to watch them with the scones you have proofing in the fridge.

he makes the coffee and tea while you set the scones in the oven. you fill the cat's bowls while he cleans out the water fountain. it's wordless, the morning routine, but you like the times when you brush by him. when your arm runs against his. when your hands bump going for the same cabinet. when he leans down as he passes you, kissing along your jaw before he keeps walking.

bliss. fucking bliss.

he's waiting for you in the living room once you pull the scones out of the oven. your coffee sits on the table on its coaster, in your favorite mug, and he's under your blanket as he flips through the tv. he already knows what you'll want to watch, and you bite back your smile when you notice him typing it into the search bar because he didn't see it when he scrolled past (you keep telling him to wear his glasses, but he'll never listen).

you take a seat next to him, thumbing at his cheek, and he takes a scone off the plate before biting into it. he smiles when he tastes chocolate, looking at you knowingly, and you reach for his hand as you settle against his chest.

you used to be mangled, too. a mess. pretty on the outside, dying on the inside. all fried wires, a traumatized animal, learned behavior of relieve and appease that kept you out of trouble and out of sight.

you have never seen simon this way. and simon has never seen you this way. no hopeless potential. no wasted space. no diminishing value.

i matter because you matter. you matter because i matter.

hidden, not broken. disguised, not incomplete. you did not have jagged edges, only armor that you tried to put up to protect yourself.

you tip your head back to look up at him, and when he cups your jaw to stare back at you, you're relieved by what you see in his eyes.

ten years. it will be nothing like forever. it will be nothing like your next life, nor like the life after that. it's comforting to know what home looks like. maybe you will recognize it the way you recognized it in this life.

no, that can't be it.

you recognized it because it had already happened. in some other time, in some other place, you were sitting where you sit now, looking at simon the way you look at him now.

you knew who he was before you even met him, and you will know who he is when you meet him again.

[lucilleslore]

clawing at coryo’s back when he fucks u and the next morning he sees all the marks u left and is real smug abt it

yes yes yes yes yes yes

the first few times, you’re in that blissful, fucked out state of mind. where the overstimulation is making you lose your grip on reality so what do you do? claw at him. leave your mark in the shape of deep, angry scratches that turn his pale skin red. that make coryos hips stutter before he presses in extra deep, cockhead bumping against that special spot inside you that makes you fall apart once more.

the next morning you watch from the bed as coryo is about to pull his shirt on and of course you have to go to him. trace the lines you’ve left. some even go right down his sides, down his tummy. your cheeks turn red but then he starts admiring them in the mirror, eyes darkening as he takes them in. you halfheartedly think he’s going to be furious but then you’re against that mirror, long fingers trailing under the shirt of his you’re wearing.

he’d take in your anxious expression and smirk, the arrogance pouring off of him. ‘’s not your fault. just fucked you too good that’s all. now be a good girl and get your nails done today,’ he’d say, seeming distracted almost and you see it. the way his eyes are still fixed on the marks. ‘red preferably. and sharp.’

and now coryo doesn’t want to look into why he likes that you’ve left these marks. maybe he likes the pain. maybe he likes the territorial aspect of it but he does know, for sure, that he cannot pay attention to anything else for the rest of the day. it’s like they’re burning him up, consuming him. his cock sits hard against his thigh all day and whilst people come and go to speak to him he daydreams about getting home to you, of letting you drag those nails all over him.

so then he’s home and you are all over him but it’s not the same. now the images of him in the morning are plastered over your mind and all you can think of is not hurting him. your nails are digging into the skin of his back but just sitting there, not moving and coryo isn’t having it. ‘you can do better than that,’ he’d urge. ‘c’mon, harder. know you liked the way you’d marked me up this morning, bunny. do it again.’ <3

[ugh-yoongi]

a yoongi soft thought i have been having recently: streamer!yoongs with an also streamer reader, they both work independently but the fans know about their relationship and love it so much! i was thinking about them deciding to do a stream together where the reader does his makeup and they talk to the public, very cliche very soft lol

hope you like the idea, luv your writing ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

omggg you have no idea how much i SQUEALED reading this message. thank u so much for sending it i am now overwhelmed with soft yoongi feels 😭

i have never actually watched a twitch stream??? so i hope i did this justice & you enjoy! <3

stream is starting

pairing: yoongi x reader (no pronouns used) genre: est. relationship, streamer au; fluff warnings: fluff overload. reader does yoongi's nails and makeup. they kiss a lot. idk what to say they're just very in love!! i don't think i said even ONE curse word in this that's how soft it is. unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 1.6k listen to: carly rae jepsen - run away with me; jungkook - seven (nightfall mix)

It starts, as most things do with Yoongi, after a night out.

He’d gone out with Hoseok. Wanted to blow off some steam after a long week for both of them. You’d sent him off with a kiss, a text me if you need a ride that was met with an affectionate roll of his eyes, and finally a have fun, love you that he returned with a smile and a kiss to your forehead.

Now, it’s nearing two a.m., and you’re in bed with a facemask on, staring down at your phone.

Yoongi had sent you a picture. It’s blurry and unfocused, clearly taken on a whim, but those are undoubtedly Hoseok’s hands. You’d know those slender fingers anywhere, but it’s the nail art that tips you off. Each finger is painted black except for his pinkies, which are decorated with smiley face stickers, sealed with an extra-shiny clear coat. Beneath the photo, two texts from your boyfriend:

Is this hard to do They’re cute

You snort, typing out a quick reply.

No, it’s not hard Why, you want me to do your nails?

You expect him to say no. Not because of some toxic masculinity bullshit, he just does too much with his hands. Chip a nail playing guitar? The acetone would be out immediately. Smudge the polish? His pout would be overwhelming.

So you’re surprised, then, when he says yes; when he sends you a few pictures he plucked off of Pinterest, accompanied only with a half-dozen question marks.

Yeah, I can do that, you send him.

Even more surprising:

Maybe on stream? We haven’t done one together yet You can finally do my makeup too

You shouldn’t be surprised by the numbers, considering Yoongi has been hyping it up for weeks.

Kept posting teasers. Had a countdown timer on screen during his usual streams. Acted all coy and shy whenever his chat would ask him about it. Could barely swallow his smile when they demanded to know if you were finally making an appearance. Couldn’t hide the way his cheeks grew pink at all, and that tiny crumb was enough to send the internet into a frenzy.

So, no, you shouldn’t be surprised, but the view count on Yoongi’s screen seems too big to be real.

Yoongi is as shocked as you, but there’s pride simmering beneath the surface. Not once has he turned down an opportunity to show you off. Refuses to keep you hidden despite how private he insists on being otherwise. Doesn’t want you to feel like you’re a secret; wants everyone to know how much he adores you.

You’re certainly feeling adored now. “Does that say thirty thousand?”

“Sure does. Think you can perform under that kind of pressure?”

You snort. Pinch playfully at his side. Yoongi squeals, twists away from you, but he’s more serious when he comes back around. Reaches for you as he settles, hands on your hips, thumb brushing the warm skin beneath your sweatshirt. “Thanks for doing this with me,” he says, and you know Yoongi means it the same way you say I love you.

All you can do is smile, suddenly overwhelmed by how fond you are of him. How it feels like your heart grows three sizes every time he flashes you one of those gummy smiles of his own.

“Of course,” you say, because there’s only—“Five minutes. You ready?”

He pulls a face. Asks you to sit for a quick light test. Spends a few seconds fussing over it even though you think it looks fine. Makes sure all your supplies are organized and at the ready—you decided to let Yoongi’s stream decide all the colors and stickers, so there’s stuff everywhere, and you can see how stressed he is.

So you reach out, smooth over the furrow between his brows. “Relax, baby.”

He huffs. “I’m trying, it’s just—”

“You’ve done this a million times.”

“Yeah, by myself. Not with you. Not in front of… Jesus, there’s even more of them now.”

You roll your lips to hide the smile that’s creeping up. “C’mere,” you say, sliding your fingers through his belt loops. “Everything is going to be fine, okay? This is just for fun. Deep breaths.”

Yoongi listens. Closes his eyes, sucks in a breath. Holds it for a few seconds before he exhales, and it probably doesn’t do anything to dampen the buzz, but at least he looks glued back together. “I know.” Another inhale, another slow exhale. “I just want this to go well.”

“It will.”

He looks like he wants to argue. Push back on it. But Yoongi knows you just like you know him, and he trusts you implicitly. He wants to argue. Instead, he says, “Okay,” presses a soft kiss to your lips, and that’s the end of that.

“What color did they decide on?”

Admittedly, you might’ve gone overboard. Surely you didn’t need to bring over every eyeshadow palette you own, but you wanted options, and now those options are coming back to bite you in the rear. There are too many.

Yoongi huffs. “I don’t know. I can’t scroll through the chat because you made me put my hands in this ridiculous thing.”

“It’s a UV lamp. You don’t want your nails to chip, do you? After I just spent all that time and effort—”

“Okay, okay,” Yoongi relents, and a familiar blush creeps up his neck. Over his shoulder, you can see his chat explode with messages. “You see what I have to put up with?” he asks them.

“Yeah, it’s awful,” you agree, leaning in closer to the monitor. “Hi, guys. What color eye makeup should we do?” The chat erupts again. Messages come in faster than you can keep up with. “Wow, there are a lot of you. Of course I’m going to do eyeliner. Oh—I’m seeing a lot of requests for purple. That okay with you, babe?”

“Sure. Give the people what they want.”

With a smile, you pat his cheek with a gentle hand, cooing at him. “So accommodating. Isn’t he the best, chat?” Yoongi rolls his eyes, blush deepening. You think he’d hide behind his hands if they weren’t still drying. “Okay, nails are all done. Want to show them how they turned out?”

Like most things with Yoongi are, it’s easy.

He sits patiently while you prime his skin, commenting on how nice it is, and he makes small talk with his chat. Tells them how the two of you met, how disastrous your first date had been, how Yoongi thought he’d blown it for good. He’s told all of these stories before, but it still warms your heart to hear them again—to hear the way he speaks each word with such care, such affection.

“Show them how beautiful you look with your eye makeup done.”

He rolls his eyes, but does as you request anyway. Once again, the chat explodes, and the amount of emotes whirring by nearly makes you go crosseyed. COUPLE GOALS!!!! stands out amongst the chaos, and you know Yoongi has read it because another slow, gummy smile takes over his face.

You do his foundation next even though he doesn’t need any. Even though the chat demands he drop his skincare routine and he admits he doesn’t have one. “It is so unfair that you have this skin and can barely remember to moisturize.” You pretend to boo him. “God truly has favorites.”

“Yeah, you,” Yoongi says, and it’s so quick, so automatic, that it catches you off guard. Has you spraying the setting spray before you can tell him to close his eyes. “Aish, what was that—”

“Sorry!”

“I’m blind,” he wails. “You’ve blinded me!”

“I did not—”

But you’re up and off anyway, disappearing into the bathroom for a wet washcloth. You can hear Yoongi’s raspy laughter from the hall, know he’s not grievously injured and is just playing it up for laughs, and you don’t mind. Loving Yoongi means seeing all of his parts, and you know he’s got a darkness in him just like everyone else, that sometimes he finds it hard to escape it, so you want him to be this carefree and joyous always. Want to hear that laughter all the time.

You’re hovering in the doorway when he says, “Do you think this is what they meant when they said love is blind?”

And you’re… struck. You can feel how much Yoongi loves you in everything he does; can hear it in every word he says whenever he speaks about you. He handpicks each one, wraps it in the care it deserves. Not because they’re fragile, but because he wants to, and that kind of love feels a little overwhelming. Has you blinking back tears.

You’re not going to cry on stream, so you take a second to get yourself together before you walk back in the room. Say, “Are you done being dramatic yet?” because it’s easier to joke, and Yoongi shoots you a smile that says he knows.

“Of course,” he answers. “Please continue. The chat is patiently waiting to see the final product.”

You make a show of looking over his shoulder again, at pretending to read all the comments. You press a kiss to his temple just because you’re there. “Oh, they are, are they?”

One catches your eye: is anyone else painfully aware of how single they are rn.

[lensman-arms-race]

Episode 77 part 2

Spoiler free:

Haha, this is like videogames

Hmmm! Lore drop!

Haha, oh no

What

Spoilers ahead!

As always, it's funny as hell that dead toilets explode on impact, as though they're made of some sort of Explodium material.

Rambo is very oily/sweaty now - I think DFB is definitely doing fan-service for the mutant trio fans :D

I don't really understand how suddenly the goodies are able to kick Astro ass (asstro) all of a sudden, when previously the Astros were too powerful. Plot armour?

Swat using his khopeshes as a ranged weapon is very videogames, haha.

Swat gives us a literal lore drop (dropping his tablet on the ground, which POV picks up and looks at).

This tells us several things and is worth the entire episode!

The character indicated with a question mark appears to be Secret Agent to me; it looks like the figure from the poster in episode 70:

I'm not great with faces, but that's Secret Agent, isn't it?

But why is he marked with a question mark?? Presumably Swat knows SA was Alpha Hills administrator, because the skibs had this poster we saw in episode 70. Who added the question mark?

But the title? Special Government Objects Defence Service? What 'objects' was the government defending against??

Does this mean techfolk were hostile to humans at this point, or were the defence service experimenting with using objects themselves, and accidentally created/became skibidi toilets?

Also, the 3 defence service members with uncovered faces - again, I'm bad with faces, but are those not the mutant trio??

The implications!!

We then get to see a large cam who looks very like a mini TCam! (Ignoring that 'miniature titan' is an oxymoron.) There's the shoulder cams, the dented lens protector, the energy shield, the backpack hardware resembling the titan's flight-pack, the big-ass chainsword acting as melee weapon in an echo of TCam's hammer, and an Ol' Painless-style gun that the cam uses on its arm like TCam does. (Chainsaws are not great as a melee weapon in real life, but hey, Rule of Cool.)

They've got a similar outfit to the two salmon-shirts. Lucky is already accounted for (currently under arrest), and we haven't seen 'Karl' (the black-headed salmon-shirt cam) for ages. Did he get an upgrade??

I'm wondering if this cam is going to be the narrative substitute for Plunk, i.e. this will become the elite Cam unit. And are we going to see a similar unit for the Speaker faction? (The TVs already have Sabre.)

We all noticed Kitty Cam, right?

I love how the Cams' lens-protectors catch the orange light and momentarily visually echo the amber eyes of the mutant trio. It's a little cinematic flair that hammers home how the two factions have joined forces!

The other cam might be the Plunk-lookalike we saw in leaks. It seems more Cams are getting the same cyan torch that Plunk had.

Then we get to see what made Rambo say 'damn!' (Not quite a spoiler because it was in the episode thumbnail.)

Cam Matriarch got some upgrades! I really hope she can still do that thing where she retracts her head like a turtle and brings out her time-slowing flechette cannon. The extra cannons are 'cool' but her previous appearance had a unique charm to me.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate

I hate this

Chew my bum

This is not allowed to be the truth

Hate hate hate hate hate

I don't want the robots to be transformed humans! I hate this idea and I will hate it forever!

I appreciate the extra bit of lore - "As one, to the end." (But it doesn't sound like Cathy's previous voice! Boo!) Who exactly is POV cam in this episode?

Summary: Good lore drop but HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Brother's Keeper: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression

Summary: The repercussions of every bad thing you did while being soulless hit you like a freight train at full speed. There are no words that can describe how broken you feel. Sam and Dean manage to break the spell and lift the curse but what did you let out in return?

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

You wake up to Dean tightening the leather straps to your arms. You roll your head to the side and see yourself in the dungeon of the Bunker. Sam and Cas are on the other side of the room whispering to each other, ignoring you for now. You'd use magic to get out of this but your head still feels like it's splitting. To even think about magic gives you the biggest headache, but you think that's Dean's plan. You look at Dean with a deadly glare just as he tightens the other strap to your arm. Your legs are tied to the legs of the chair so you can't move an inch.

"Stare at me all you want but this is happening."

He drops the chains and walks over to Sam who steps closer to you. He aims the sonic gun at you and sends another wave of unbearing pain at you. You cry out in pain, unable to do anything but take it. When he stops you're tired but you just start laughing at how pathetic each of them are.

"Why are you laughing?" Dean asks.

"No reason but you better hope this is gonna work."

"This will work," Cas says.

"For your sake," you shrug, "I hope it does."

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"Dean, don't listen to her. She's only saying this to get under your skin," Sam says.

Dean puts a hand up to silence him while looking at you. 

"What do you mean?"

You shift in your chair and sit up straighter if it's possible.

"You have no idea if this will work. You're out of your league here. Putting my soul back into my body might not go the way you want it to. I'm pretty powerful and the Mark is stronger than ever. It might taint that pretty white soul you got inside of you."

Dean looks at Cas with uncertainty in his eyes.

"It's going to work," Cas assures him.

"You better hope it does because if it doesn't," you pause for dramatic effect, "not only will I kill all three of you, I will kill everyone I see until I get my hands on those kids, and I'll kill them, too."

Dean looks weary but he's going through with this in the hope that this works and you're back to normal. He sits down on the chair next to you and nods to Sam who takes off his belt. Cas straps him in to keep him from sliding off the chair, and Sam folds the belt in half so that he has something to bite down on. Cas grabs a rag and walks behind you to wrap it around your mouth, giving you something to bite down on. You want to spit it out but he ties it tightly around so you're unable to.

"Are you ready?" Cas asks.

Dean simply nods. He looks at you and you glare at him in return. Cas grabs Dean's shoulder to brace himself before shoving his entire hand into Dean's body. Dean tips his head back and cries out in pain, but he makes sure to bite down on the belt to keep it from falling out. Cas pulls out your soul and your eyes widen at seeing how pretty and white it is. Fear creeps into your mind at the thought of this working. Dean slumps in his chair and pants as Cas walks over to you. You brace yourself for the fight of your life. You're going to fight like hell to turn that white soul completely black.

Cas grabs your shoulder and shoves the soul back into your body. Your head tips back and you let out a painful scream. Red magic shoots out of your body, going haywire. The entire Bunker shakes at its foundation because of your magic. Sam and Dean watch the red tendrils of magic shooting out and hitting the wall so hard that the wall cracks from the pressure. Cas pushes your soul further, and a ring of blue magic explodes out from all sides of you. The entire Bunker stops shaking and everything is silent. You're lying in the chair with your eyes closed, not moving a muscle.

"Let me out of here," Dean says once he spits out the belt. Sam unties him and Dean shoots out of his chair to get to you. He kneels in front of you and grabs both sides of your face. "Sweetheart, wake up." He moves your hair out of your face but you don't wake up. "Why isn't she waking up?"

Cas walks over and runs a hand down your body, white light protruding from his palm. He's checking to make sure your soul is secure, which it is. He doesn't see any darkness inside you.

"Dean, she's been through a tremendous amount of trauma. This must have taken a lot out of her. Let her rest. She'll wake up soon."

Dean undoes the straps holding you to the chair before picking you up bridal style. He brings you to your shared room and lays you on your side of the bed. He moves your hair away and kisses your forehead with tears in his eyes.

"Please come back to me," he whispers. "I need you."

He hates doing it but he leaves you alone in the room and closes the door quietly behind him. For the first time in a year, his head feels light and he feels empty where your soul once was. At least with you inside of him, he could protect you. Now, it's all on you to make it out of this. Dean walks to the kitchen where Sam and Cas are, and both men are on edge about the situation.

"She should wake up soon," Cas says.

"Yeah, if it worked."

"It did. There was no more darkness left in her."

Dean doesn't want to keep talking about this. One of his problems might have been solved, but there is still one big one.

"Where are we on the book? Any luck with Rowena?"

"I was just about to go there now and speak with her, but I wanted to wait until Y/N woke up," Sam says.

"If she wakes up," Dean whispers. "If it worked and we get her back, we're still left with one problem. What's waiting for us when we mess with the Book of the Damned?"

"You don't know there will be any."

"Come on, Sam. A God-level power book and you don't think there will be consequences?"

"What are we supposed to do, Dean? Just sit on our asses and do nothing?"

"No, that's not what--"

"The only thing that stopped Cain was death. Do you want to die? Do you want to kill your wife? The only way I know to help you two is to cure the Mark. I know there will be consequences but you two are worth it. We beat the devil. We beat the Leviathans. We beat Eve and her monsters. We can beat this. I'm not arguing about this anymore. We're saving you two. End of story."

"Alright," Dean says in a soft voice.

"Let's go somewhere, you and me."

"No thanks."

"Sweetheart, come on."

"Dean, I have been trying to plot my way out of here the second you stole me from the Bunker. I am only here because I have to be, not because I want to be."

"You could have left if you wanted to."

"Yeah, like you're going to let me go off on my own, fuck other men, and all that jazz, right? You beat the shit out of the first man you see who looks at me wrong."

"I protected your honor."

"No, you wanted to prove that you're the one in control and will always be the one in control. Talk about a head case," you scoff and zip your bag up.

"You got all that from a bar fight? Wow. You're good," Dean chuckles and sits up in bed.

"Dean, I've been around you my whole life. I know who the good guys and the bad guys are. Right now, I'm seeing a whole lot of bad. You know, the kind of guy that--"

"--fucks every skank in every small-town dive he passes through? Wow, you really do know how to read people because that sure as hell sounds like me."

You chuckle at his insult and sling your bag over your shoulder.

"You know what, maybe you're right. Maybe I am a skank, but it beats being a man who thinks he's the shit because he's got a cool-ass blade and the Mark when in reality, he's nothing but a loser with a shitty personality and daddy issues." Dean gets out of bed so quickly and towers over you but you're not intimidated by him. You stand your ground and look up at him instead of backing up like he wants you to. "Go ahead. Kill me." He doesn't move a muscle. "That's what I thought. You wouldn't have beaten that man to death and scared off every bartender if I didn't mean something to you. That's the difference between you and me, Dean. I don't give a rat's ass about you, but you still somehow care for me. Funny how that is."

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Cas asks and yanks his hand back.

"What the hell's gotten into me? Shall I recap how shitty the past couple of years have been? First, Henry Winchester is responsible for bringing Abaddon into our lives. Second, my idiot of a husband dug her up when she was buried permanently to ask her a fucking question only to have her escape. That caused us to look for ways to kill her, leading us over to Cain and his fucking Mark which is what both Dean and I took.

"Not to mention the civil war that was happening in Hell at the same time a civil war was happening on Earth because of angels you shoved out of Heaven in the first fucking place. You let yourself get manipulated by Metatron who, don't get me started, is a complete egotistical dick. He forced the angels to take sides. They could either be with Metatron in hopes of returning home or be with a wannabe angel with stolen grace in hopes they overcome Metatron.

"Not only did a war begin that you fucking started in the first place, but it sent Metatron to destroy Dean because he knew the only thing that could stop him was that fucking mark and that fucking blade. If Metatron didn't want to kill Dean, there couldn't have been a mark. For there not to be a mark, Abaddon would have never shown up. If Abaddon was never here, Sam and Dean would have never needed her to figure out one of the trials. The trials that came from the demon tablet and gave us the knowledge of an angel tablet. The angel tablet that you used to aid Metatron in casting out all the angels from their home. The same Metatron who killed my husband.

"Somehow it all leads back to you. This is your fault. So, tell me, what the hell do I have to be happy for?" You take a step closer to Cas and glare up at him. "How about you do us all a favor and let whatever grace you've stolen die out. A least that will save us from whatever pain you bring us next."

Okay, you've heard enough. You walk over to Doug and tap him on the shoulder. He turns to you but you give him a deadly slap to the cheek. He is shocked at your behavior and staggers back from the impact. Donna and Jody are shocked into silence.

"You are a fucking lowlife and a shitty person if you treat Donna like that. No wonder she divorced you because I can't stand to be in the same room as you much less spend my life with you. Get the hell out of here."

"O-Oh, okay," Doug stutters.

"What the h-e-double hockey sticks, Y/N? Calling my ex a lowlife? Slapping him in the face?"

"What, like you were gonna do it?"

"What would be the point? We're divorced! Do you really think I'm gonna change him now?"

"Let me get this straight. You're going to let everyone walk over you like a fucking doormat forever? Is that it?"

"How about this? Until you've actually lost a husband, you keep your mouth zipped about mine." 

You chuckle slightly and look down at the ground. Donna takes this as a sign that you're sad about losing your husband.

"My husband died."

"Oh. I'm sorry if--"

"Oh, don't worry about it. He came back as a dick."

"Okay? I'm going to get some air."

Donna leaves and you turn to Jody who can't believe the attitude you have.

"You had a husband, right?" you smirk. Jody's face hardens as she glares at you but she doesn't answer. "Didn't you have a son? Man, losing two people in one night. That's gotta hurt." Jody opens her mouth to say something but decides against it. "Cat got your tongue? Don't worry, I'm sure your son ate it along with your husband."

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TBB S3E6 Reactions

Alright, in lieu of an analysis this week, you guys get some extra long reactions from me. Spoilers for Infiltration under the cut!

- Pantora: These onion-top spires are very cool.

- Nice poncho Rex but we can all see those tally marked scratches peeking out from underneath it.

- The Clone X theme hits HARD even when it’s only the first notes of it

- GS-8! Senator Singh! Howzer! Man the Kiners weren’t kidding with the Leo meme

- Okay Senator Singh maybe if you’ve been in hiding you shouldn’t be wearing your native cultural garb in case you stick out 🤓

- Tea?? Riyo?? I wanna have tea with her ☺️ also I want that teapot haha

- Always love the political aftermath of the clone wars and the humanizing of the separatist movement

- Singh has a little helmet recorder like Tech does…interesting

- One clone X boy coming up

- RIP Greer

- Rex is 🔥 catching that grenade…thankfully not literally

- Stripey helmet—that’s Nemec or Fireball, right??

- It really took 3 stuns to get that CX to drop. What has Hemlock been doing to them?? Are they pumped up with something to give them more endurance?

- Fireball mention!! So that’s Nemec with them.

- Wow Teth is gorgeous. I would not have remembered what this outpost means to Rex if it hadn’t come up during the trailer

- A clone base!!! This is SO FREAKING COOL (and has so many implications for the fic I’ve been writing)

- What is with the little knee socks on these bodysuits. They just look so silly

- Although Howzer’s extra pouches are also up there for hilarity points

- Ew they yanked out his tooth

- “You’re still one of us” is he though? Is there anything original left in there?

- Part of me feels like Scorch has been brainwashed too.

- “Why have I been activated” lmaoooo grumpy boi

- Internal homing device?? Greatttt

- How Rex says Tantiss 🥺

- Howzer ready to throw some hands (first of many)

- Rex’s face when he’s worried about Omega 🥺🥺🥺 he just wants to protect her and the Batch

- This is the story of Omega and her toothpick 🤣🤣

- Crosshair shaking his head at her even though he probably gave it to her 🤣 (also dear lord how does he look SO PRETTY here nursing that toothpick with his eyes glowing in the dark. Ugh I can’t with this man

- Gregor mention!

- Man Echo is not wanting to answer Hunter’s questions lol

- Omega is approaching her teen years now, Hunter. Of course she’s going to be copying her emo big (little) brother. He looks both glad that they’re bonding and also worried that they’re the reason Rex needs to talk to them.

- Still think Rex looks naked without his pauldron. I do love the detail that the paint on his shoulder underneath it would be much brighter and less worn than everywhere else, though

- “Good to see you, Rex” 🥹

- Hunter and Crosshair’s little glance.

- “Interesting contacts” what the heck does that mean Echo?? What have you been doing acquiring illegal weapons parts?? I mean they’re not illegal but they’re not exactly the norm either

- Their little salutes 🥹

- Lil stealth bomber jet vibes on this ship. Yes I will admit that looks like the Tech Turn as he touches down

- “You’re gonna have to back down Captain” the boys are so back. Only Hunter gets to mess with his brother and vice versa

- Lol everyone thinking that if you’ve been on Tantiss you automatically have the coordinates of where it’s located. Hemlock’s too smart for that, guys

- Crosshair looking solely at Hunter when he says “I’m not loyal to the Empire any longer” 😭😭😭 like his approval and understanding is the only one that matters

- Poor Omega does not want to talk about what she’s been through 💔

- Kind of surprised they don’t know what M-count means but it also makes sense. Obviously Rex has heard it mentioned from Anakin or Ahsoka but they don’t know the implications

- Okay, Rex, for the rest of this episode—I love you but WHERE are your security measures???? How does CX just waltz right in the front door and you don’t even have an alarm or key code or anything???

- Gregor canonically cooks!! Looking at you DJ 😄

- Crosshair’s description of the CX program is TERRIFYING. He can barely make himself talk about it. He was close to becoming one of them?? How is he walking around with all that knowledge and Hemlock didn’t wipe his mind if it? None of this is good. My poor boy.

- Gosh Rex sounds so tired.

- Crosshair sounds TERRIFIED.

- How does CX run so fast?

- Interesting that they give the woozy perspective of the other CX as Crosshair comes into the room

- Okay let me reiterate for you all—Crosshair is absolutely terrified here. Similar to Tech, this man is almost unflappable. If he’s scared they all should be hightailing it immediately. What the hell has Hemlock done to these clones??

- Does the CX truly recognize Crosshair? And why would Hemlock still use the designation “brother” as part of their programming? All this mind control stuff is making the chips look like child’s play

- Okay but in all seriousness, what if most of the clones being put through the undercover program still have their chips installed and those somehow can be reactivated or enhanced again? Crosshair does not, therefore it’s much harder for Hemlock to persuade him

- That sniper shot was insane. As was that creepy laugh.

- Some of the dialogue in these episodes is feeling unnecessary. Omega pointing out where shots are coming from is a little obvious

- Fireball 😢😢😢 at least you lived up to your name

- And goodbye monastery

- Woooooolffeeee. Armor as amazing as always. What the heck has he been up to to get put on missions like this. We’re one step closer to getting the old man Seelos gang together.

[outeremissary]

🧣(scarf), 🎈 (balloon) and 🥩 (steak) for ocs of your choice?

Thank you for the ask and in a BIG way for the patience :') I tried to keep this to characters from stuff I was reeeelatively sure was familiar, but I confess the last question really made me want to talk about my Dark Urge from Gate 3, so I hope that's okay ^^;; If not, the first two are all Pathfinder, promise!

(this has been placed under a cut due to length)

[prompt list]

🧣(scarf) - What comforts your oc? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

Carmen finds a lot of comfort in her mount, June. June has been with her for around five years by the time of Kenabres and she feels a strong connection to the mare. June has certainly had a more constant presence in her life than many people. She finds June's presence soothing- it's good to have a familiar creature around as an anchor. The predictability (to her) of June's temperament and the steady routine of her care make for a series of daily rituals that give her life structure and certainty even as she moves between places marked by strife and upheaval. And she's always loved animals. It's nice to just… have one around. Someone to spend quiet time with who's less complicated than a human. She always tries to carve out that time, whether it's to ride her or groom her or just to sit nearby and read through something while June quietly grazes on her lead. It keeps Carmen grounded, makes her feel sane.

Lately, though, there's a different ritual that lends a similar- perhaps sharper- clarity of mind. Her quarters in Drezen were appointed with a full length mirror when she settled into them (excessive for her needs- something smaller to check her face and pull back her hair would have been enough), and more and more she finds herself spending time contemplating it, letting herself be drawn into its depths. Other reflective surface capture her eye as well, but most have mere echoes of the depth she sees in the mirror in her room. She's never been one for vanity, but something about it helps her focus. Empties out the stress. Drains away all those pesky feelings and small, buzzing thoughts. She's not looking at anything in particular in it. She sees herself. There's nothing special about the mirror or what's in it, that empty eyed thing. It just helps her concentrate, that's all.

🎈 (balloon) - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone?

Balthazar has been to more parties than he cares to count, and at one point in his life it was an almost nightly part of his lifestyle. He prefers to show up with friends (it helps that friends are how he normally got in), and he's good at matching the mood of any given gathering. He likes to talk with people, to get a feel for the room by adding himself to conversations and learning the people in them. He always has something to say about the topic at hand- even if he's never heard of it before- and has a talent for coming off clever even when he's clueless. He's the friend of a friend for gossip, the devil's advocate in a debate, the charming stranger with a touch of scandalous worldliness at an upper class ball. Big gatherings are a great chance to make connections, so keeping social is essential- as is entertaining whoever invited him with his company.

He enjoys drinking socially, and he's usually drinking at parties- depending on the gathering, sometimes a lot, and sometimes enough to reach the edge of his normal control. It feels fun and wild sometimes, and people seem to love it. And when it wasn't drinks that were the focus of the party, well, he wasn't afraid of experimenting. It's all fun when everyone's doing it. And the extra energy is welcome late at night. He's also fond of partaking in games when available and is probably very familiar with Absalom's most popular dice games and card games- though he's not fond of playing with his own money. Dancing is something he enjoys as well (and central to a lot of parties and events he's been at!). There's a delight to passing between partners and knowing them that way, to playing the game of leading and following. He's a fairly good dancer despite not having any formal training; it's just years of experience at work. A lot of the time his party experience was also one that involved hookups (if whoever brought him wasn't already expecting his company). It's just another kind of social fun when you're out meeting people.

I guess you could call him a party animal: he was never one to hang back and disappear, and he knew how to command attention when he wanted it (and how to keep moving with it even when he didn't). There aren't a lot of gatherings in the River Kingdoms where it's really possible or desirable to run wild though, especially with his new status. Most of his recent attendances have run towards the more restrained edge of things, although every so often there will be a small gathering of friends that recaptures a bit of that old spirit. And of course there was Rushlight, but he tries not to think about Rushlight.

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

(CW FOR DISCUSSIONS OF SELF HARM ON THIS ONE)

Kasander has long had trouble with self-harm. Being raised in a tightly controlled environment without reliable emotional support where they generally weren't allowed privacy, freedom of movement, or possessions of their own, they had few outlets for distress that didn't feel markedly dangerous. Making that distress into something physical made it easier to cope with, easier to hide. It was a quick, reliable release that let them go back to "normal" quickly. It's also something they aren't always aware of doing until after the fact- the feeling of distress is also dangerous, and so is thinking about how to handle it. It falls to someone else inside to process when it becomes intense. This is something so deeply ingrained that it can be hard for them to gauge their distress levels, because on some level it always feels like a foreign emotion and it doesn't feel "right" to concentrate on and work through. This behavior was never monitored or discouraged by any caretakers who were aware of it besides some light shaming. It was disgraceful to direct that violence towards themself instead of outwards at others, but so long as they were containing it, keeping it out of the public eye, and not allowing it to affect their performance, what did it matter? On a related note, most of their scars are from before the age of twelve- there's a long gap between that and twenty-seven where any new scars they developed were the result of self-harm.

Recently they've been developing some other ways of coping with overwhelming emotion that feed less into a cycle of shame and secrecy. They've begun to learn the lyre and to sing- they don't consider themself an especially gifted performer, but it's something to focus on and do with their hands. There's a meditative edge that music has for them, especially alone. It's good for settling and centering. Makes them feel like they can put something good into the world. They're also developing a better sense of themself internally. They try to journal to keep track of their thoughts and feelings, and it lets them interact with the parts of themself they normally struggle to access. It creates cohesion (and this time without the interference Asperia experienced when they used to dictate their journal entries to their butler). Knowing the others inside also lets them sometimes find feelings more easily- to stop and look inside and ask "where does this come from? whose feeling is this? how big is it?" It's hard to break down the barriers that cause those things to slip away and make it difficult to access the others, but it's getting better. And the sense of being able to communicate clearly and immediately with Asperia or the others makes it feel easier to control a situation.

And lastly, they have people they can talk to. It's still hard as hell to trust that others are safe with their most intimate, vulnerable moments, but they're getting there slowly. It's helped to be able to identify who they can rely on to talk about what- for example, they care dearly about Astarion as a friend and trust him to understand or at least listen to some aspects of themselves without knee jerk judgment, but they also know that he can be flippant, insensitive, and intensely self-protective, and turning to him could still cuase them to spiral, even if it may not be as fast or deep as with some others. On the other hand, they trust Jaheira unconditionally, even if there are things that sometimes they feel too protective of or scared to externalize to share with her or days it's not possible to reach for aid. They know that she'll take them seriously if they confide in her, but that she won't panic and she'll always find a way to keep things light enough to handle. She has a keen enough eye for them to recognize when they struggle, but she also respects their space, gives them time, doesn't push. She's one of the few people it's possible to be open with about the fact that "Kasander" isn't always Kasander. She's someone that sometimes they're open with in retrospect about switching or the others are open with in the moment (and it helps that Jaheira isn't a stranger to a range of behaviors in her own children across all different ages- things like Asperia's willful antagonism don't throw her off). They're grateful constantly to have her in their life, and her presence has felt life-saving at a time when they needed that safety to heal. Being able to travel with her after the resolution of the Absolute crisis brings them a lot of joy and hope.

I guess since it also didn't wind up in the body it'll be awkwardly appended at the end... The mistake of focusing on the healthy/unhealthy dichotomy is that it made it so something important that was referenced a lot didnt have a clear place to go since it wasn't really in that binary ^^;; In a way everything that "Kasander" is has been an adaptation to the need to constantly cope with overwhelming circumstances. They have a dissociative condition, and existing in a way that made it possible to separate parts of themself out to make life manageable is how they've survived as long as they have. On some level, dissociation is always a part of how they process situations. Kasander also wasn't originally the host of their system- their original role was to give Asperia a way to resist his circumstances either by escaping them temporarily or defending himself against things that were "untouchable" somehow.

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Do you have any Shallura family headcanons? Also what are your thoughts on Shiro's family? Or lack thereof. Besides Keith ofc

Why Did this take a year to answer?

I didn't have any head canons. So I had to come up with some. Then those sucked and I changed them. 

So here we go!!!!!

Allura and Shiro don't think they can get pregnant. The whole 10000 year sleep and clone thing not withstanding, some species just don't breed well like Galra and well … anything

They play fast and loose and neither suspect anything until one day Allura gets a weird version of slipperies. Shiro freaks out and goes to Coran who is the first to guess she's pregnant as this is a symptom is pregnant Alteans

After a bunch of tests they find out she is indeed pregnant. Shiro is delighted, Allura is terrified

Because there are no studies for Altean/Human hybrids, Doctors tell Allura she is a high risk pregnancy and want her to take extra precautions 

This makes both Shiro and Coran *and by extension everyone else) treat her like glass that is on a wobbling table and she HATES it

The only person to not treat Allura like a fragile delicate flower is Keith. He becomes her confidante and when she wants everyone to get off her back she goes to hang out with Keith for “massages” or “pedicures” anything to make Shiro think they're not sparing or racing around the desert

Allura has every morning sickness symptom known to humans and Alteans. She hates it.

Hunk meal preps with Shiro every Sunday afternoon and continues to do so for like 6 months after.

Pidge hooks up like 900 baby monitors, even ones that can alert Coran

Lance helps with the nursery and tips for new baby

Matt breaks his finger helping Shiro set up a crib one afternoon

Keith is named the Altean version of God Father for the baby. He cries about it - he continues to keep Alluras secret about rough housing but he eventually stops being her go to trouble maker around month 6 as she is visibly pregnant and doesn't fit on his hover bike well

Romelle learns to knit just for the baby. She is awful at it but puts her whole heart into it. She makes a blanket, booties, hats and ear warmers for the baby

There's not even a discussion when they find out the baby is a boy. Alfor Harmonious Shirogane is just agreed on instantly

Alteans have a gestation period of 6 months. Alfor takes 8 months and Allura is VERY CRANKY and VERY PREGNANT 

Labour is also awful for Allura - 38 hours under several doctors care but when he is finally born Allura is instantly normal as if she didn't just give birth

Alfor has very faint purple altean marks, they sometimes look like bruises. His ears are not fully rounded but nowhere near a full altean length. They do not fit into the pointed ear hats Romelle made. She makes new ones

Everyone cries when they meet Alfor for the first time. Especially Alfor.

Allura goes back to coalition work immediately and Shiro becomes a stay at home dad and he takes to it so well. He's Mr. Mom and even other mothers are impressed how he can get Alfor on a schedule, clean the whole home. He also works out with baby Alfor all the time.

Allura hates she cannot reason with a baby and though she's not a bad mom by any means, she's takes longer to settle into the role than Shiro. Alfor is a bit of a mammas Boy though since he cant see Allura all day he gravitates to her when she is home.

When Alfor is 3 Shiro starts making goo goo eyes about another baby but Allura had an AWFUL time with Alfor thar they start to explore other options

They eventually decide to have at least one more half altean child, and to save Allura the grief and morning sickness and hours of labor they test tube a baby and get a wearable tank for it. Think death stranding but without Norman Reedus. 

For altean fetuses quintessence is vital so Allura has to wake up every 2 hours and transfer quintessence to the baby (because Allura is a litteral God of Alchemy she easily over does it and little does she know is making the 2nd most powerful alchemist in history)

This baby is a girl and Allura wants Shiro to pick the name. He panics and starts naming Anime characters until he falls on Temari and it's very close to an altean name so it gets chosen

Pidge and Lance DO NOT let Shiro forget they KNOW he watches Naruto. They nick name the baby “fighting dreamer” which Allura just thinks is cute but makes Shiro full body cringe when he hears it

Temari Dawn Shirogane is finally ‘hatched’ and by all accounts is healthy. She has bright pink Altean marks and pointed ears and Allura will never say out loud but she is thrilled

Temari walks and speaks late, not because she's incapable but because her brother does EVERYTHING for her. She points and Alfor does. He even speaks for her by understanding her non verbal ques

The siblings are pretty much inseparable but they do fight, despite being younger Temari usually wins because she can shape shift really early on

They are a happy little family with Allura doing coalition work, Shiro being a stay at home dad, and two adorable half Altean babies that are doted on by all the Paladins, Coran and Romelle.

When Alfor is 7 and Temari is 3 Shiro asks Allura if they can adopt someone like they had originally planned to do before the surprise pregnancy. Allura agrees and they set ground rules: under 10 years old, no Galra, has to get along with the kids

They set up “play dates” at Diffrent orphanages because they need to make sure Alfor and Temari are okay with their new sibling. These go okay but they never quite find the last piece to their family

For two weeks Allura is away on a diplomatic mission, and Shiro brings the kids out to visit her and they decide to go to the local orphanage in this star system just to see

While At the orphanage Temari wanders off and sits with a half galra boy just trying to read on his own in the corner. She's still babied by Alfor so she doesn't talk. This kid is annoyed by her at first but eventually gives in and starts reading to her. When she wants to get up she grabs his hand and leads him around and the kid begrudgingly Follows.

He's A 12 year old half galra named Vexel and he reminds Shiro so much of Keith that Shiro's Almost foaming at the mouth to adopt this kid. Allura is unsure.

Later in her stay Allura goes to the orphanage alone to meet Vexel. He's quite - kinda moody - but really smart. Allura asks him if he wants To be adopted and he says “I won't be but thats okay as long as the other kids get good homes.” And this breaks Alluras heart and she calls Shiro right there.

After discussions with Alfor and Temari they foster Vexel, until legally adopting him once he's comfortable.

Alfor Loves his brother but still claims he's the oldest. Vexel and Alfor get along great and Temari is still babied by both of them

Allura winds up taking Vexel on trips a lot to let him explore places and he becomes more of a mammas boy as well

Temari is 100% a daddys girl… and a little princess to her big brothers

Alfors favorite uncle is Lance because he's funny. Temaris is Hunk because he always sneaks her treats. And Vex likes both Keith and Pidge but for different reasons (keith is half galra and drives fast while Pidge is the smartest)

ALL GROWN UP

 Alfor grows up to be an artist. Something neither Shiro or Allura prepared for but the kid has incredible talent so he is sent to great art schools and Allura often gifts one of his many works to any diplomatic place she opens. Shiro still has a lot of his art from when he was a child. Alfor eventually opens up the “Takashi Art Gallery” on earth, the place he feels most at home. He never learned to pilot properly, Shiro blames his skills on his mother.

Temari is a gifted alchemist and winds up studying and learning with other Alteans. She is exceptional at construction Alchemy like her grandfather and has built many ships with her aunt Pidge. She is the first to find the restored “Oriande” after it was thought destroyed by Haggar. Temari is always a daddys girl and Is the best pilot of the siblings. 

Vexel is a Doctor who Specializes in mixed species. He himself Is half galra and growing up with half Altean siblings he has learned a lot. He is the head Doctor at a cross species clinic. As a teen he writes and publishes a paper on his siblings puberty which wins him accolades and a full ride scolarship which MORTIFIES Temari.

Fun things

Morning people: Shiro and Alfor

NOT morning people: Allura, Temari, Vexel

Has crashed a ship: everyone but Shiro

Most Swears: Alfor

Pickiest eater: Temari

Most spoiled: Vexel

Worst jokes: Shiro

Best at sports: Allura

[millenni-em-tauk]

"A Real Smile" - Witch Hat Atelier fan comic featuring teenaged Qifrey, Alaira, and Olruggio. 

Full dialogue transcript under the cut:

PAGE 1:

(We begin at Lord Beldaruit's estate.) 

Apprentice 1: GEEZ, what a long lesson!! I'm pooped!! 

Apprentice 2: We still gotta study. 

Apprentice 1: I know...Professor Beldaruit never cuts us a break! 

Apprentice 3: Oh, someone's in the library--I was hoping we could set up in there... 

All 3: GASP 

Apprentice 3: ...oh. Uh...h-hey, Predis Qifrey! Is there, uh--c-can we... 

Qifrey (glaring): WHAT? 

All 3: ON SECOND THOUGHT, THE COURTYARD IS CALLIN' OUR NAME!! YESSIR!! A BEAUTIFUL DAY OUT THERE--THE OCEAN LOOKS EXTRA--UH--BLUE!  NICE TO SEE YOU!! WE GOTTA GO BUT WE'LL SEE YOU AROUND! 

All 3: BYE!!!!

PAGE 2:

Qifrey: ...(long pause)......THEY HATE ME. 

(new scene - at the Great Hall)

Alaira: They don't hate you.

Qifrey: Yes, they do.

Alaira: Why's it bothering you, all of a sudden? I thought YOU hated THEM. 

Qifrey: They're annoying. They're brats.

Alaira: 'But?'

Qifrey: ...but I don't...I dunno. Forget it.

PAGE 3:

Alaira: Well, it's clearly bugging you. Let's talk about it...oh--there's Olruggio. He-ey! Over here! 

(Olruggio waves goodbye to other friends and approaches Alaira and Qifrey)

Olruggio: Hey, guys. How're you?

Alaira: I'm having a lovely day, myself.

Qifrey: ...

Olruggio: That's good. (to Qifrey) Ah--and you? What's the plight of the day? 

Qifrey: *nngh*

PAGE 4: 

Alaira: He thinks Lord Bel's new apprentices hate him.

Olruggio: Ah.

Qifrey: Get right to it, then.

Olruggio: Nah! They don't hate you. They're just new, and nervous, and--

Qifrey (interrupting): ...How do you do it?

Olruggio: Hm?

Qifrey: How do you get...people to like you?

Olruggio (flustered): ...ah...that's...I guess I don't...know.

PAGE 5:

Alaira: He flatters them and dazzles them with his charming laugh and smile! But those don't fool me! We've been friends for too long! I clearly recall our second test--and Olly showing up with three palm quires full of snake repelling spells-- 

Olruggio: NOOOOOPE HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, ALAIRA.

Alaira: Because he somehow missed the vital detail that it wasn't a real snake-- 

Olruggio: I STUDIED WAY MORE THAN YOU FOR THAT LOUSY TEST--

Alaira: Haha, relax!!

Qifrey (ducking to avoid Olruggio): Watch it!

Olruggio: HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW "ANTRE" MEANT "CAVE"?! Stupid archaic textbooks!

Alaira: Pfft. I dunno, look it up?! Ask??

Olruggio: MAYBE YOU COULDA TOLD ME--?!!

PAGE 6:

Alaira: Your test score is not my responsibility--

Olruggio: I SCORED TOP MARKS ON THAT TEST

Alaira: And you only ended up needing one quire...

Olruggio: HAR HAR

Olruggio: Don't listen to her, Qifrey.

Alaira: He was there, too, genius!

Olruggio: ACK--well--s-still...

Qifrey: ...(smiling) Pfft!

(Olruggio blushes)

PAGE 7:

Alaira: There!

Qifrey: Huh?! 

Alaira: A real smile. I knew you had it in ya! A genuine smile brightens the whole face! It does everyone's. Yours, too! Right, Olly?

Qifrey: ...?? It does?

Alaira: Yeah!

Olruggio (shyly): Always.

PAGE 8:

Olruggio (offscreen): I expect an apology, Alaira.

Alaira (offscreen): Pfft. I expect a lotta things in life, Olruggio.

Qifrey: ...

(scene transitions from Great Hall to Beldaruit's estate. Qifrey enters, removes hat. Hears voices down the hall.)

Apprentice: Professor Beldaruit. Can you check this spell for me?

Beldaruit: Certainly...I wonder if your sigils aren't too rigid...Let's try again. 

Apprentice: Ugh...again? I'll never get it!

Beldaruit: You will! But you must practice.

Apprentice: SIGH. Yes, Professor...

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Beldaruit: ...there we are. You see? These are exquisite sigils.

Apprentice: Thanks! Oh, hey. Is that--

(Qifrey walks past the door in silence.)

Beldaruit: ...I believe so. We will see him at supper, I hope. 

Apprentice: ...

Beldaruit: ...moving on, then...

(Qifrey enters his bedroom. He sets his hat on his vanity and removes his cloak.)

PAGE 10:

(Qifrey looks in the mirror above the vanity. He tries a smile, but it soon falls into a grimace. He remembers the earlier conversation.)

Flashback Text:

Alaira: Yours, too!

Qifrey: It does?

Alaira: Yeah!

Olruggio: Always.

Qifrey: ...Tch.

(Qifrey releases his ribbon tassel and walks away from the mirror.)

END

[fervency-if]

This is fun! :)

Three of these interested me the most:

1. Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all? (any characters who have any markings.)

2. Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it? (Vesa loves makeup, what about the other ROs?)

3. What would your OC's alternate universe look be? Personally, I would like to know what ROs would wear and how would they style their hair if they lived in our modern times.

It is, isn't it! And you picked such fun questions - I do like that you picked several! Because the questions were so fun, it got long, so I will put it under a cut.

1) Let's start with something terrible here, as well as obvious if one knows what he is. Narciso has a scar, and I don't think I need to mention where that is. Now to more lighthearted matters... Francesco has a faint scar on his arm from where his cat scratched him before they had gotten to know one another well. He had to move her away from something and she didn't want anyone to lift her up, so she took it all out on this terrible man daring to carry her. Francesco has a pierced ear. He usually wears an earring that is a hanging, droplet-shaped pearl. He finds that very elegant. Both of Vesa's ears are pierced, and she likes big and bold earrings, the more shine and sparkle the better. At the moment, no character has a tattoo, but I would like to have a tattooed character in the future.

2) Regarding make-up on the non-Vesas; Bess wears it from time to time, mostly on more festive occasions. A little bit of dark, somewhat sparkly, eye shadow, some rouge, and some lipstick, if so. That's the only thing, along with her hair, that would be considered 'feminine' about her sense of style. She wears it for fun; she prefers feeling dashing and handsome, but sometimes she finds it fun to add a little 'pretty,' to the mix, too.

Narciso wears it for work, when he performs at the opera. He has a lot of stage make-up when he performs. He think it's fun, because he enjoys dressing up, and he feels quite handsome/pretty (depending on if he plays a handsome character or a pretty one) wearing it. It's annoying to wash off, though.

Aubrey would wear it if he dressed up as a fair maiden or some such to a masquerade. He would ask Bess to help him with this; he certainly wouldn't bother learning to do it himself.

3) This one is very fun, and required some thinking.

The Physician would still wear nice dresses, but they wouldn't be as eye-catching and fancy, because what she wears would pretty much be considered ball gowns today. She would love those little ballerina shoes, and wear them as soon as spring and summer came. She feels that perhaps they are a little too cutesy, but she wouldn't care; she would think that they looked neat and were very comfortable.

Aubrey would look at pictures of lounge wear of old, wishing that they were common today, too, since he wants the silk and the stylishness and the comfort. He would actively look for old-fashioned clothes similar to that, but it would be much trickier. He would prefer to dress in thin, loose trousers, he would often wear clothes that were slightly too large, and there would be something just a tad eccentric about his style - elegant in a sense, but a tad odd. He would still dress in slacks, nice shirts, and fancy waistcoats when he wanted to look extra nice and elegant. He would wear boots, for comfort, and because they tend to last long - he enjoys fashion, but shoes bore him. He probably would wear some jewelry now and then - skulls and such, of course, but delicate ones instead of those common 'tough' ones. Also, he definitely had a goth phase in his teens.

Vesa would buy clothes at second-hand stores/vintage stores all the time, never shopping at any fashion chains. She would dress similar to the way she does in canon, and would look for eccentric and fun clothes with feathers, sparkles, and so on. She would have the same haircut, but wear a lot of hairspray, either to puff her hair out, or to flatten it, depending on her mood. Sometimes she would dye it platinum blonde, red, or orange.

Narciso would wear similar clothes as he does, but somewhat more plain and casual; fine but quite regular shirts and slacks. He would only buy expensive clothes of the highest quality. I'm not at all sure what he would do with his hair; if he would wear it the same, wear it shorter, or have the same length but tied up more often.

I really want to answer this about Bess and Francesco, too, because that would be fun since they have such... specific styles, but my mind has drawn a blank. I will add them later on, because I won't be able to resist. In either case, Francesco would definitely sulk and feel that he was born in the wrong century.

[selfshippinglover]

all of the ♡ valentine’s day self ship ask game ♡ with actor as well >:3c ~ @soft-f1sh-yearnings

Thankl yoooou Oodles!! I shall >:33

bastard time beloooow~

adoration — how would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

He talks about me upppp and doooown! Let him talk and he will TALK <3

be mine — how would they react to you flirting with them, do they get flustered? flirt back?

He’d be alll over that! You think you can flirt better than he can? ha! don’t be ridiculous. He then spends the rest of the day making it MY PROBLEM AFSKGJKHGSJ

bouquet — what’s their favorite flower and why?

Oh, he’s always been a classic red rose fan! Love, devotion, anger, his general color of choice! What better than the color of adoration~

crush — when did your f/o realize their feelings for you? how did they deal with those feelings?

There had been something like feelings there in childhood and even through high school but they died down once he met Celine. He was drawn to her fire and passion. He starts to realize that he still felt something when I drunkenly confess to him late one night at one his parties. As Celine starts to drift and his fears that she wants to leave him become fact, he falls even farther under the guise of heartache and drunken stares across the darkened halls of the mansion. He was generally flirty just like always but more touchy, a bit more open. Really, he didn’t handle them well because of everything else happening at the time.

confession — how’d the confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/o’s) thoughts abt how you both were back then?

Soooooo, I am the one that ends up confessing to him under starlight in a haze of drunken emotion. I mistake him for Damian and ask him if i can vent for a moment. “Damian” agrees and this leads to a bit of longing and guilt and god the LONGING. Her eyes are so full of love and lust and every emotion. She casually says how even though it’s cheesy she’s always thought of him as the brightest shining star, That nothing even compares to the glow that he gives off. That passion, that fire. There’s just no one else like him not in the whole universe.

Actor tells her that he actually drunkenly confessed to him rather than talking to Damian as she had originally thought somewhere in his drunken depression. Despite his feelings for Celine, he felt something soft and warm and light for the first time in what seemed like forever when she said that to him. He says that he feels the same. That marrying Celine was a mistake and he wants to make it up to her.....(she didn’t believe he had feelings since he was drunk and depressed and desperate but yanno)

Christ it was all a mess and sure does read like it. Still, something did come out of it in the end.

darling — what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

Ya’ll know how Mark is. Fancy suits, red dresses, anything red and eye catching!

He insists on sharing his fancier outfits with me so for him I’d be more prone to dressing up! Mostly dresses and accessories! Catch me wearing black dresses with red accents <333

date night — describe your ideal date with them! spare no expense, realism to the wind, what’s your dream outing?

mark already owns a mansion anddd millions so we can already go wherever we want lmao. My favorite will always be days spent at home alone, just the two of us. where only I have his attention~

hand holding — how are they with physical affection? who initiates it first?

Very affectionate!!Though he’s like that generally he’s extra attached to me and if anyone shows me that kind of attention ooohh buddy he’s gonna rub the fact that we’re together in their faaace

hugs — are you and f/o affectionate / open about your relationship in public?

Mark is nothing if not a show off...and I fall into that place too. He’d scream about me to the world if I’d let him lol

love letters — are they good at expressing how they feel? what’s their best way of letting you know they love you?

He’s a whiny little drama queen, when he’s upset the whole world knows lol

Really he rants to me about anything and everything that upsets him. Hell, I’m the first or second person he goes to so I always knoooww

smitten — was it easy for the people around you and f/o to figure out you liked each other? did they get involved in you getting together at all?

SO EASY OMG EVERYONE KNEW I WAS SMITTEN FOR HIM EVERYONE!! THEY WOULD TRY BRO BEFORE CELINE

soulmates — do you believe in soulmates? what about your f/o? did that change for either of you when you met each other?

Mark believes in soulmates wholeheartedly!! Though with everything that happened with his ex it’s less the kind of faith a child carries and more cautious.

I think of soulmates more as a fun story idea than anything else

sweets — what’s their favorite valentines-esque food? (think anything you’d get in that seasonal aisle at the grocery store!)

RED VELVET!! PLEASE HE WILL EAT ANYTHING RED VELVET!!

valentine — gush about your valentine! ^^

j-just uhhh, f-feeling th-things thinking about him uhhh d-drunkenly flirty while I try very hard to not melt into each and every thing eh does m-makes me very soft =//////=

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

would you ever consider writing pregnant sex with marcus?

Anon. Dear anon. I would consider writing ANY kind of sex with Marcus. <3

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: E (smut, 18+ only)

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and birth, oral sex (m & f receiving), PIV sex, reader being silly and unreasonable due to pregnancy hormones.

A/N: I just wanted this to be sweet and cute but it ended up being really cathartic in processing some unresolved pregnancy trauma LMAO hope that's okay. Everyone's experiences are different, but for me, I was hypersensitive to the point where I could not have any sex at all, and I put some of those feelings in here. Pregnancy is weird.

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"You're so beautiful."

You look over at your husband, who is watching you undress from his spot on the bed. "I'm a planet," you tell him.

"A beautiful planet," he says with one eyebrow raised playfully.

"I've got my own gravitational field."

"You've certainly pulled me into your orbit," Marcus says with a goofy grin.

You roll your eyes. "Glad to see you're starting the dad jokes early."

"Glad to hear," Marcus corrects with a wink.

"Get out," you deadpan.

"Oh come on, baby," Marcus pouts, moving to the edge of the bed and taking your large belly in his hands and planting a tender kiss on the swell of it.

"You're lucky you're so cute," you muttered.

"How're the ankles today?" he asks.

"Swollen."

"The heartburn?"

"I've taken like twenty Tums today," you tell him. "It's killer."

Marcus's face is sympathetic. "Gonna start yelling at me for doing this to you soon?"

You huff a laugh. "Getting close." You pat your belly, which is a bit lopsided today. The little nugget is off to the side, her feet scrunched up under your ribs.

"It's worth it, though. Can't wait to meet her," you say with a fond smile.

"You look so pretty like this," Marcus murmurs. "So glowing, so full of our child. Wanna see you like this all the time."

"Jury's out on whether I'm ever letting you do this to me again."

Marcus laughs and brings his hands up to cage your face, his lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss.

The kiss quickly turns needy--Marcus really does seem to like you like this. He never stops touching you--sexually or non-sexually, the man always seems to have a hand somewhere on your body. It's soothing and calming, but also a bit primal and possessive, and it pulls at something deep inside you, some base instinct that makes you seek out a protector, someone who will take care of you.

And if that isn't Marcus Pike to a T, you don't know what is.

Honestly, you love it. Except for when you don't. Pregnancy is complicated. Sometimes you want Marcus to hold you and never let you go, and other times, well... you want him to go away.

Tonight, however, you crave his touch.

You whine into the kiss and it only spurs him on. Marcus grabs a large handful of your ass (everything has gotten bigger, and Marcus is obsessed with all of it). You practically ache for him--pregnancy is kind of miserable right now, but this, this... It's really the only way you can let go and forget about the swollen ankles and the heartburn and the stretch marks and needing to pee every five minutes, and focus on the feel of his body against yours instead.

You make another needy sound into his mouth as he palms you through your clothes. You're soaking for him already, and so sensitive. Sometimes it feels like the entire area is fucking swollen from all the extra bloodflow. You hate it and love it at the same time.

On the one hand, it means Marcus can build you up to an orgasm devastatingly quickly (and do it over and over and over again until you're crying for him to stop), but it also means you're sore from just walking around with swollen labia all the fucking time.

You let out a frustrated groan. Why is pregnancy so hard?

"Easy, easy," Marcus murmurs soothingly. "Lay down, let me make you feel good."

You settle on the pillows with a sigh. You have to lay on your side, now--laying on your back is no longer comfortable--and Marcus wraps himself around you from behind, a supporting hand underneath your belly, his breath hot against the back of your neck, his lips sliding across your skin.

The baby chooses this moment to start kicking, and Marcus hums happily as he feels the movement against his palm.

He starts to slowly drag his hand lower, his fingertips snagging your sleep shorts and pulling them down, along with your underwear, baring you to him.

"Marcus," you murmur as he lightly touches your folds.

"Looking a little swollen," he remarks quietly as he lifts your top leg, bending your knee and placing your foot on the bed beside him. He's been so quick to find what works for you, what positions are the most comfortable at every stage and your heart swells with affection for him.

With your leg cocked, Marcus lowers himself down to lick at your clit, eating you out with you laying sideways, keeping your belly supported.

"That's--fuck--that's because I am swollen," you say with a little gasp.

"It's because your blood volume has increased by like thirty percent," he informs you, his words muffled a bit by his task.

You shake your head, exasperated. "Marcus, I love that you're reading all those books, but you don't need to constantly quote them at me."

Marcus looks up with a playful pout. "Just thought it was interesting," he says. "It's why you are‐‐" he sucks your clit into his mouth and you keen for him--"so fucking sensitive, sweet thing."

"Then do something about it," you demand with a breathless giggle.

Marcus raises one eyebrow, his mouth still attached to your clit, and you press your lips together with a playful anxiousness. Teasing Marcus usually got repaid back to you tenfold--if you ever goad him, he'll bring you to the edge over and over until you're begging him to let you come just to prove a point.

You provoke him a lot. On purpose.

He lets the comment slide tonight, giving you a fond smile and makes a show of flicking your little nub back and forth with his tongue, something he knows will send you over the edge quickly.

And it does.

He keeps going, trying to build you up for a second time, but it's too much tonight, and you push on his head, telling him so.

"Come on, I wanna feel you," you whine, grabbing at Marcus and bringing him back up to kiss you with a chuckle.

"Hang on," he murmurs with a smile against your lips. He reaches for the lube--a staple right now with your nerves so hypersensitive--and slicks his cock generously.

"Let me know if it's too much," Marcus whispers in your ear, before sliding into you from behind.

He's everywhere--surrounding you, his hands clutching and caressing, his lips nipping and kissing and sliding across every inch of skin he can reach, his cock deep inside you, breaking you open at the seams.

It feels... it feels... too much, if you're being honest. Marcus is big and you're overly sensitive but fuck, you just want to feel him inside you for a few minutes, feel normal, if only for this moment, and to hell whether it's too much.

Marcus notices you're being uncharacteristically quiet.

"Honey," he soothes in your ear. "Am I hurting you?"

You sigh, your face falling with disappointment.

"Hey, no--stop that," Marcus says as he pulls out, his eyes full of concern. "What do you need?"

You need to feel like yourself again, that's what you need.

"Fuck my face," you tell him.

Marcus cocks his head to the side in a move that makes him look adorably like a confused little puppy.

"That's what you want?" he asks, his voice full of doubts.

"You never would have hesitated before, when I wasn't pregnant," you pout. "I wanna feel fucking normal and I want you to fuck my face."

Your tone leaves little room for argument and Marcus chuckles and shakes his head.

"Not sure why I'm arguing against this," he jokes, and he rises from the bed. "You stay just like that."

The bed is just the right height for Marcus to be able to slide right into your mouth as you lounge comfortably on your side. You prop yourself up on one elbow to give yourself a better angle, look up at your husband with a saucy grin, and open your mouth wide.

Marcus curses quietly, gently cups the back of your neck, and pushes into your mouth.

You both groan at the same time. There's a bit of a submissive high that you get at the feel of the weight of him on your tongue, of him just taking over your mouth and him looming above you with a possessive hand at your neck--not using it to force himself deeper, but simply resting it there, letting you know that he has you.

You like that there's a secret side to Marcus that no one sees but you, a side that wants to claim and take and overwhelm, and you're all too happy to let him do it.

You aren't paying attention to anything but the slide of his cock in your mouth, so you gasp in surprise when Marcus gently slips a single finger inside you--not thrusting, just keeping it inside for you to clench around, to come on--and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.

The fact that you can't breathe very well with Marcus’s cock down your throat makes your orgasm build fast. He's murmuring words above you--you can't quite make them out but you hear "beautiful" and "wife" and "good" and "fuck" and suddenly you're crying out around his cock, clenching down on his finger as he sends you over the edge again.

Marcus pushes deeper as soon as he feels you tighten, taking advantage of your relaxed throat as you sob with pleasure.

He waits until you've stopped shaking to chase his own end, fucking you with shallower, but faster thrusts, and he lets go with a groan, pulsing into your mouth.

"I'm tired of being pregnant," you mumbled after you swallow him down. "I'm tired of sex feeling weird. Fuck, everything feels weird. I don't feel like myself."

"Oh, honey," Marcus says, quickly settling down behind you again and gathering you into his arms. "I'm so sorry. It's gonna be over soon and you'll feel like yourself again, I promise."

A few frustrated, hormonal tears leak out of the sides of your eyes. "I miss the old me."

Marcus chuckles. "Well, the person on the other side of this isn't the old you, she's going to be different."

"I don't want to be different." You know you're being silly--you don't care.

"I'm going to love that version of you just as much, if not more," Marcus whispers.

You sniffle. "Are you sure?"

"Mmmhmm. She's going to be such a good mom," Marcus says, his voice full of reassurance and love. "And she's strong, and stubborn, and just as beautiful as she was before she got pregnant, if not more so."

"I love you," you murmur, just as sleep starts to pull you under.

You fall asleep in his arms--with Marcus's hand resting comfortingly and possessively on the swell of your belly.

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His hands.

You think about them a lot in the days to come.

One hand, resting absentmindedly at the small of your back as the two of you walk through the grocery store.

That same hand gripping your shoulder in concern at your surprised "Oh!" and the sudden gush of fluid.

Then: one hand white-knuckled on the steering wheel, the other being used as your personal stress ball as he drives.

His hands holding a cup of ice chips, wiping away tears of effort, of pain.

Wiping away tears of his own.

And finally: cradling his infant daughter, a little head full of dark curls resting in one large palm.

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[deadliestpieceontheboard]

What happens when you read The Raven King for the Nth time

My mission this reread was to read throughoutly instead of devouring the whole trilogy in a day and I spotted some fun stuff!

[TFC] [TKM]

Does "smoky gray gaze" means Allison has gray eyes or is it some metaphorical way to say her eyes were clouded?

Wymack never straight up tells Andrew what to do (about serious stuff) and knows to ask him instead. that's why he does as he says, bcs he has the option to.

Neil walks around with a watch and if he weren't so cheap I'd say it's one of those bulky multitask sporty ones

They say a few times that "Andrew is the only one who didn't bet in x" and Kevin lost a bet to Nicky which tells me Kevin Day is very likely participating in multiple of the foxes betting pools

Neil talking about passport stuff and "technology changing fast" and all I can think about is that he and Mary must have hated all the extra security after 9/11

All the reasoning Nicky uses in the clothing store for Neil being gay also applies to Andrew. how didn't he ever notice? Did he just think Andrew was souless and frigid?

Andrew really enjoys sitting cross-legged anywhere he can. It must've been mentioned at least 3 times.

The fact that Andrew can just skip his dose at night to "wind down" makes no sense to me like. He doesn't go through withdrawal just because he'll be sleeping soon?

Neil: obsessively researches Kevin and Riko. Also Neil: only recognizes Jean for the 3 on his face

The Ravens walk in a V and then make a bully circle in the middle of the court and the other teams are just. hanging around i guess?

"Kathy gave me your glass as a souvenir. All it took was a smile and a kiss. It seems she is growing up to be quite a cougar." I... had always interpreted this as Riko filling her with pleasantries and a kiss on the cheek but... was it a KISS kiss??? Like? For real?

Katelyn introduces herself to Neil AFTER the fall banquet which tells me this gremlin just followed Andrew's lead and ignored the girl for hours lol

Tilda was neglectful to Aaron since the beginning, but only started to hit him when they found out about Andrew (13)

"I don't know why the hell Andrew's foster family told him [that both twins were given to adoption but Tilda only came back for one]" I bet it was Drake

Kevin never smiles, but he does to Neil when they score on the Ravens

Neil can identify a cop by the way he walks. ACAB king

Players have to stick to school colors on their racquets but can pick different designs. How much do you want to bet that Riko and Kevin had personalized ones?

I had forgotten that it wasn't just Wymack witnessing Neil shove Andrew's hand under his shirt. Kevin, Bee and two lawyers are also there.

They make a nest to sleep together after Baltimore, but it wasn't the first time: after Drake they sleep on the girl's dorm together too (minus Aaron and Allison)

Tetsuji has an actual house. Out of the Nest.

He also doesn't walk around with his cane in public.

"He was less ready to see the "4" tatooed on his left cheekbone." I'll take the quotation marks as a confirmation the tattoos are in arabic numerals and not roman.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Viagra Prank - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: smut, f!receiving, male masterbation, needy Bakugou, sexual touching

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: After a dumb argument, Y/N decides to punish Bakugou by avoiding him while he’s superrrrrr horny

A/N: NOT SPELL CHECKED

Bakugou and Y/N had been arguing for an hour already. They have been talking about Y/N cheating on him.....IN A FUCKING DREAM. Yes it really scared Bakugou and he did wanna talk to Y/N about it, but he just went about it in the wrong way and so, this led to the arguing and yelling. Bakugou knew he was in the wrong, but he was too stubborn to apologize, at least verbally. Usually, that was okay for Y/N, because at least he showed when he was sorry. But this time, all she wanted was a soft and genuine “I’m sorry.”

Instead of apologizing verbally, Bakugou attempted to make up for it through his actions. He bought Y/N another teddy bear to go along with the others he got her, bought her a bouquet of roses and gourmet chocolates, and spent the entire day with her. At night, he held you close and filled your ears with sweet nothings like “I’m so lucky I have you,” “I don’t know how you deal with me, Teddy Bear, but thank you,” and “I’ll forever love you, Y/N.”

After seeing he put a little extra effort into this very “Bakugou” apology, Y/N forgave him, but she still wasn’t letting him off the hook. She wanted to punish him at least a little, but the question was “how?” She discussed it with Bakugou’s closest friends to give her ideas.

“You could ignore him all day.” The red head said, “he has a free day tomorrow, so I can imagine he plans on spending every second of it with you.”

“Nah, since he has a free day, I would love to spend time with him too. I don’t wanna ignore him, just mess with him a little to get back at him.” You said.

“What about one of those kinky couples do? A sexual punishment. Orgasm denial, overstimula-“

“NEXXTTTTT” you, Kirishima, and Kaminari said, cutting off Sero’s nasty thoughts. Besides, you and Bakugou were that kinky couple. And you knew he enjoyed all that stuff. The freaky bastard. You were getting nowhere until Kaminari said something unexpectedly smart.

“What about viagra?” He recommended.

“What?” You questioned.

“Viagra. You can buy it at any pharmacy and just crush up the pill into a powder and give it to Bakugou in a drink. It’s gonna make this man insanely horny, and to punish him, just deny him every time.” He said sipping his drink.

“I-.....that’s perfect!” You said

“Wow Kaminari, nice plan.” Mina said.

“Thank you.......hey can I get some more boneless ice?” Annddddd dunce face is back. Someone get this boy his water.

Doesn’t matter though, now all you have to do is buy the viagra and you’re set. That night, you and Mina went to the pharmacy together and bought the pills. When you went to sleep, you saw Bakugou waiting for you in the room.

“Jeez babe, what took so long? I was waiting here for like 2 hours!” Bakugou pouted. You laughed and kissed him.

“I’m sorry Suki, but not everyone goes to bed at 8 on a Friday night.” You said taking off your jacket and changing into your pjs. You climbed into bed as Bakugou defended himself.

“Well neither do I, but I woke up mad early today.” He said wrapping his arms around you. You pecked his forehead and tried to get some sleep, excited for the next day.

“Yeah, yeah you big baby. Just get some sleep.” As you both cuddled up, you layed with a devious smirk as an unknowing Pomeranian slept peacefully above you.

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That morning, you woke up early with Bakugou to work out together. As Bakugou got ready, you prepped his drinks. You placed 3 bottles of water in Bakugou’s gym bag and opened up one of them. Taking the viagra pill out, you placed it in a bowl and used the bottle cap to crush the pill to a powder. You poured the dust into the water, put the cap back on and shook the bottle. After seeing the bottle still looked normal, you subtly marked it and placed it back in his bag. When he came, ready to go you gave him the bag and you guys made your way to the gym.

After working out for a few minutes, Bakugou took a huge gulp of water. You noticed it was the bottle you marked and smiled. After a few minutes, Bakugou was starting to feel...something. He didn’t know what it was, but now he was staring at you...more than usual. Your body covered glistened in your sweat and the image of you like that was burned into Bakugou’s mind. The heavy breathing you did only accentuated his need for you and the way your body looked everytime you stretched or moved. God, he knew you were hot, but something about you today just hit different.

Bakugou walked up to you and held your waist.

“Suki?” You looked up at him with an innocent face that made him bite his lips.

“Do you wanna get outta here? I think we’re set on workouts for today, Princess.” He said while staring at your body and chest.

“Oh, sure! Let me just get my stuff and-“ you were cut off when Bakugou gripped your ass with both hands and tongued you down, he pushed you up against the wall and began grinding into you. You felt his growing erection press up against your sensitive heat which made you moaned into the kiss. This made Bakugou even needier. Unfortunately, you weren’t giving in so easily today.

“Hah...S-Suki..” you breathed out while pushing him off you slightly. “C’mon..can we at least get out of here and wash up.”

“Why? We can do that after I completely ravish you,” Bakugou smirked as he attempted to kiss you once more but you pushed him back smiling.

“Sorry Suki, but we need to get back. Okay?” You said and walked away as Bakugou rolled his eyes taking another sip of water. You both walked out but with Bakugou being a lot more handsier. You walked and he would jog up behind you and grab your ass, he would walk with his arms wrapped around your waist while standing behind you, and once you reached your dorm room, he shut the door and slammed you against it grabbing your chest and kissing you again with fervor and tongue. Sadly, once again, you pushed him off.

“Shower first Suki.” You said and walked to get some clothes out of your closet. Bakugou just sighed and banged his head against the door. He looked down and saw his friend creating a tent in his sweatpants and he let out a breath a horny frustration. Then an idea hit him.

“Shower sex?” He said hopefully like a happy puppy, and if he had a tail, please believe it’d be wagging.

“No.” Bakugou just growled and flopped onto the bed and face planted down on the cushion.

“Fineeeeee!!!!!” He complained while his voice muffled by the mattress. While you showered, you left a needy Bakugou on the mattress. He could only imagine what you looked like. Curvaceous body, covered in droplets of water, steam all around you making your cheeks red. Bakugou rubbed at his face. Why the fuck was he this horny?

When you walked out, you were wearing a small towel as you seemed to have used your wind quirk to dry your hair. Bakugou licked his lips as he walked up to your almost naked body and felt you up. He kissed up on your neck as you tilted your head to give him more access. You pressed your ass into his crotch as he grinded into you. You could hear his soft moans. His hand traveled to grope your chest and the other hand went to your clit.

“You want me to feel up on this sweet little cunt?” He asked as he pressed two fingers into you and you gasped.

“A-ah...” you moaned out as your tongue rolled out of your mouth and eyes rolled to the back of your head. You almost gave in to his desires until your phone rang, snapping you out of your trance. You pulled his hand away from you and walked to your phone but not before Bakugou tried pulling you back.

“Hey..where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you.” He said pulling you towards him.

“Katsuki..”

“Please, Princess. I need you..now.” He said as he grabbed your ass.

“Baby, seriously. Get washed up and let’s continue our day. Please?” You pouted and Bakugou sighed and gave in. He grabbed some clothes he kept in your closet and went to wash up. You sighed in relief and checked your phone only to see it was spam, but still glad it snapped you out. As you got dressed, you cursed yourself for falling so easily for Katsuki.

‘That damn Katsuki. Knowing my body, using it against me. Who the hell does he think he is being built like a Greek god like that?’ You thought as you dressed yourself.

While Bakugou was in the shower, he realized he needed to calm down. Yes he has an amazingly hot girlfriend he could fuck to settle him down, but it was clear she wasn’t down for morning sex today so he had to solve it himself.

He let his head rest under the hot water as his hand went to grab at his length and move vigorously. He imagined the way Y/N would look with her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, swallowing all of him. How she would take his entire length in her tight little cunt, squeezing him perfectly.

“Y-Y/N...fuck..faster..” he moaned out with a breathy voice as he moved his hips, fucking his hand. He groaned and threw his head back.

“C-C’mon baby...s-shit, c’mon. Oh fuck..I’m cumming! ....a-ah!” He said as his hips stuttered and his release covered the shower floor. He sighed as he tried to regain his breath from his orgasm. It wasn’t as good as it would’ve been if it was actually you, but nonethe less, he came. Sadly, he still wasn’t satisfied.

As Bakugou walked out in nothing but a towel, he tried to get dressed but the second he saw you, his hard on returned. Oh, this was gonna be a long day.

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All throughout the day Bakugou tried his best to get you in bed, and when his advances always failed, he resorted to feeling up on you or running to the bathroom for release.

You had to admit, rejecting Bakugou’s attempts had gotten harder and harder. For each time he touched you, you basically had to leave yourself hanging. You felt yourself grow wetter each time to a point where even you almost went to hide away in your room and please yourself. Thankfully, it was almost midnight, meaning the day would be over and your punishment for Bakugou would be done. Then, you both can explore your desires.

It was late LATE into the night when Bakugou busted into your room as you were watching a movie. You paused the screen and spoke to him.

“Suki! You can’t just barge in like that, you’re gonna break my do-“

“Shut up” he said as he made his strides over to you and shut you up by tonguing you down. You fell into the kiss and returned it, kissing him with just as much passion. You peaked open your eyes and looked at the time. 11:47. ‘So close,’ you thought to yourself. You reluctantly pushed him away again.

“Suki..no,”

“Suki, yes.” He whined back as he attempted to kiss you again but you stopped him once more. He was getting fed up. He lifted you by your hips, tossed you flat on your back on the bed, and used his arms to cage you in. His hands pinned your wrists to the sides of your head and his knees were pressed into the mattress at the side of your hips. He got close in your face before speaking.

“You owe me an explanation, princess. I get not wanting to fuck on busy days or during a certain time but all day? I’ve tried to get you right here where Ive wanted you and you rejected me each time. Tell. Me. Why.” He said each word with poison on his tongue. You cringed at what you thought his reaction would be, but soon came to the conclusion that you’d have to tell him at some point.

“...Punishment” you said with a hopeful smile, praying that your boyfriend won’t fling you out the window. Bakugou looked at you with wide eyes.

“What?” He squinted his eyes at you and asked.

“You were acting like an idiot the other day and it pissed me off. I accepted your apology and forgave you but you weren’t completely off the hook. So I put viagra in your drink to turn you on and deny you as a punishment.” You cringed at how easy it was for you to tell him the truth. Bakugou looked at you with a confused look, then a smirk.

“So...you drugged my drink to get me riled up so I could fuck you? Didn’t know my teddy bear was so freaky,” he said licking your neck.

“What?! No! It’s not like tha- ah!” You were interrupted as Bakugou gripped into your chest.

“Then whats it like, teddy bear? Rejection? Well you’re not denying me now. Why not?” He asked you. But you had no answer for him anyway, so as far as he knew, he was right.

“That’s what I thought,” he said while continuing the attack on your neck. “I’ve been so neglected all day, I think as an apology gift, you should let me have my way with you. Doesnt that sound fun, princess?” He said the last sentence while letting his finger press against your clothed clit. You moaned at the feeling and felt yourself growing wet.

“K-Katsuki!” You moaned.

“Please, Princess?” He asked..practically begged.

You bit your lip and closed your eyes. Enjoying the feeling of his pads rubbing into you. You arched your back and gave in, spreading you legs for him. Bakugou smirked and was quick to remove your shorts and panties. Excited, he went to feast right away. No teasing, no waiting. He’s right into it, enjoying his meal. Sucking and kissing your bud, his eyes shut as he enjoys hearing your moans and tasting your sweet nectar.

The sudden feeling of his tongue hitting you and eating you out had you shivering. The massive amount of pleasure was so sudden, you could’ve cum right then.

“S-Suki! ...m-more!” You said as your hands went to grab at his hair. Bakugou groaned as you tugged and sent his tongue right into your hole. You cried out in such ecstasy that you legs began to shake.

“Cum on my tongue, Princess. Let me taste you,” Bakugou said before he went right back in. When you came, Bakugou lapped up every drop of you, savoring your flavor. He went up to kiss you and allowed you to taste yourself.

“God I want you so bad princess..” Bakugou breathed out as he released himself from his pants and lined up with your cunt. He rubbed his tip up and down your opening and you moaned in excitement.

“Let me have my way with you, Y/N.” He said in your ear as he pressed in. You wanted and needed him now. You looked at the time and saw, 11:56. Screw it.

“Please Katsuki! Use me! Please fuck me!” You begged. Smirking at your neediness, Bakugou slammed into you. Not giving you any time to adjust, Bakugou kept to his word and had his way with you. His pace was going so fast it had you seeing stars.

“Y-yes Katsuki! F-uck.....Mm,” you cried out. Bakugou lifted your hips to hold onto you and fuck you in a deeper angle.

“Shit....like that, Princess?” He said said with a smile as he kissed your neck.

“M-more Katsuki!” You begged again. Bakugou held onto your hips and kept his steady pace for awhile. He smacked your ass and kissed you deeply, exploring every inch of your wet cavern.

“You thought it was okay to fuck around with me like this? Huh princess?” He said smacking you again. You moaned at the contact and he gripped your ass. He grabbed your legs and put you in a mating press. The new angle reached deep inside you and hit the most sensitive spots. You screamed his name as he continued to fuck you with his head thrown back.

“Gotta keep quiet now...can’t let the whole class know what’s happening in here,” he huffed out “or maybe you want them to know. Yeah? You want them to know how much of a slut you are just for me?” He teased.

“Ohhh..yesss Katsuki.” You moaned. His cock was sliding into you perfectly, making you dizzy and drunk on euphoria.

“Yeah, but you’re my slut. Right? My dirty little slut. All for me, and me only.” He said as he placed his arms next to your head.

“I’m yours Katsuki! Just yours...ah!” You clenched around him. You could feel the way his balls slapped your ass everytime he thrusted into you. The sounds of skin slapping and your wet cunt filled the air and made a melody you’d never forget. In the heat of the moment, you began to feel the familiar knot in your belly.

“F-fuck. Cum for me princess, I want you to spill in on me.” Bakugou said. He went deeper, harder, and faster. Whatever it took for your pleasure. As he went in, you felt the knot become loose as you came on Katsuki’s dick and your legs shook. You cried out in pleasure as Bakugou continued to chase his own release. After a few more deep strokes, Bakugou met his high and climaxed. He filled your womb with cum and layed there as he emptied his load. You both layed there in silence, catching your breaths as you both came down from the high.

Instead of pulling out, Bakugou stayed where he was and just leaned in closer to you.

“You done messing with me, Princess?” He asked you. You let out a breathy yes as he kissed your cheek and pulled out. He layed beside you and cuddled into you as he held you close.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda satisfied with how this turned out.” You teased. Bakugou only let out a quick laugh in disbelief at his wild girlfriend and just kissed her.

“You’re crazy.” He said while holding you closer.

“But you love me,” you said.

“Yeah..I do.” He said as he rested his head against you. While basking in the glow of the after sex peace, Bakugou realized something.

“Umm..Y/N?” He started.

“Hm?” You said in a sweet voice, with your eyes still closed and you still cuddled into his chest.

“I’m, uh...I’m sorry..for how I was acting.” He apologized. This made your eyes burst open. He was apologizing..verbally. You looked up at him and gave him a sweet, passionate kiss.

“Thank you Katsuki, but I already forgave you. Remember?” You giggled. A sound that Bakugou will forever remember. A sound he will forever enjoy hearing. He just sighed and leaned into you even more, trying to communicate all his love through the physical contact you were both having.

“I don’t deserve you, Princess” he said as his eyes began to fall heavy into a deep sleep.

“You deserve me and the whole world Katsuki.” You said with love dripping in your voice.

“You are my whole world,” he mumbled in embarrassment as a blush adorned his face as he attempted to hide away in your neck. You blushed and smiled at his little confession and allowed him to sleep. It was past his usual bedtime after all.

“Get some rest, Hero.” You said, pecking his forehead with a loving kiss. As he drifted off, you just smiled and rested your eyes as you thought about the next time you would drug his drink. This little viagra prank turned out amazing.

A/N: y’all this was so sloppy😭 it could’ve been so much better but it’s been sitting in my drafts mocking me. I just had to get it out here. I’m sorry it’s not spell checked but I hoped you enjoyed it none the less. (The smut was so bad😭😭) see you next time, Cubs💗🧸

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first time showing your legs || hcs

anon asked: I like to wear giant robes (like Harry Potter giant robes situation) because i'm very sensitive to the cold, and today i didn't wore it and my best friend was like "wtf u got legs... And they fine" (i have thick thigs) so, how would Tamaki, Deku, Kirishima and Denki to a s/o who does the same??

warnings: fluff & suggestive content, reader has thick thighs here lol, fem!reader

a/n: i can relate to this cause i also have thick thighs n never show my legs lmao

izuku never questioned how you never showed your legs

you were always in jeans and sweats

and even with the skirt ua girls wore, you always wore tights underneath

he never noticed until mineta ew pointed it out one day

“i’ve yet to see y/n’s beautiful legs, i wonder why.” he would say, his tiny fingers stroking his chin. “we’ve got to see them!”

“maybe she’s got a lot of marks on them or something?” kaminari would suggest. “or! maybe they’re really hairy. like, so hairy you can’t see her skin!”

“or she just doesn’t show her legs, dipshits.” kacchan would spit out at them. “how about you think about how you’re passing the math quiz tomorrow and not some dumb girls legs, yeah?”

ever since that day, which was about two weeks ago now

he’s been more curious than ever to see your legs

he was an over thinker, so his mind went to many possibilities of how your legs looked

maybe they were skinny and slim? maybe your knees had faces in them? maybe they really were as hairy as kaminari said...

but nothing could prepare him for the chill saturday class 1-A was having in the common area

and suddenly seeing you come out of the elevator in some black shorts, your legs exposed

and... wow.

his eyes instantly shot to your thighs

were they always that full? and... jiggly?

he can’t even look away when you sit next to him, thighs pressed right next to his

“h-hi, y/n!” he would tell you in a constricted tone, his cheeks flushed

“are you okay?” you would giggle at him and he would just nod, holding up an “ok” sign with his fingers

“perfectly fine.”

denki would probably be one that would always press to see your legs

“oh cmon, y/n! jeans again today?”

“ahhh, you’re really wearing ripped jeans? quit teasing me babe!~”

he knows you’re a bit more sensitive to cold weather than everyone else in the class and your entire body is covered whenever it’s cold

but he still just wanted to see

even when you guys studied together your legs were covered

he would literally walk around in his underwear to hopefully shed a piece of clothing from you

but you never budged.

like the kind of boy he is, he would eventually forget all about it

and get used to the sight of your legs being covered like everyone else in class 1-A

on sunday, the day right before your math test

it was particularly hot in the dorm

denki expected nothing different from you

but when you came to his dorm in nothing but one of his shirts and matching yellow shorts...

he’s never moved across the room and grabbed you that fast.

“denki?! what the fuck-“

“holy shit, you’ve been hiding that?!” he would shout at you, which would obviously fluster you

he would be playing with your thighs for the entirety of the study session

another one that wouldn’t notice at first

when the weather was cold, he expected you to be all dressed up

he would compliment you whenever you wore pants, even if u wore the most basic of sweats

“loving the grey today y/n! wait, i might have a pair that looks just like that!! wanna match?”

yes. he’s definitely gifted you crimson riot sweatpants that he bought for the both of you because he just loves you sm

when the weather starts getting warmer though and your clothing choice doesn’t change, he’d be a little worried

“y/n... do you really wanna be wearing black jeans today? the sun is out,, and beaming!”

the fact that your boyfriend cared so much and worried so much about you really warmed your heart

you appreciated his concerns too

“aww, don’t worry about me kiri. i’m fine!”

from then on he concluded that you must’ve been insecure about your legs

all the girls would be wearing shorts in the warm weather, even jiro

and you’d be the only one in pants

even if you wore baggy jeans with rips in the thighs, he still really worried for you

it wasn’t until he cornered you in your room did he actually ask

“y/n...” he would frown.

“do you feel bad about the way your legs look?”

“...huh?”

“it’s just... you never show them. and it’s getting pretty hot in japan. i don’t think it’s healthy to walk around in pants all the time...” he would say sheepishly, then widen his eyes. “it’s your choice though! i’m just—saying. not trying to police what you wear or anything! that’s definitely not manly.”

and you couldn’t help but just laugh at how endearing he was 😭

“i’m just comfortable with pants, kiri. if you wanna see my legs so bad, you could’ve asked.”

his mouth probably dropped open when you slid your sweatpants down and showed your legs

his eyes instantly shot to those thighs

and he decided that would be his favorite part of you from now on

he napped between your thighs after that <3

our quiet little baby

would always notice that you wore pants and covered your legs on a day to day basis

would he say anything about it though?

no. no he would not.

1). he didn’t feel like it was place to point it out and 2). you wore what you wanted to. who was he to question it?

but he couldn’t help the curiosity that always lingered in the back of his brain whenever you wore tights to school under your skirt

the more time he went on, the more he wanted to see what was underneath all those pants you wore.

it was a subconscious want though, so he would show it in hidden ways

resting a hand on your knee when you two would sit together

playing with the rips in your jeans whenever you wore them

or scanning your body from head to toe when you walked towards him—his eyes focusing extra long on your legs

stuff that he didn’t notice he was doing but you definitely noticed

tamaki was fun to tease, so of course

that’s exactly what you did.

you invited him over to a study session one day and he accepted

when you opened the door to your dorm, he nearly fainted

you weren’t wearing any pants.

none. at all.

he couldn’t even concentrate on what you were saying as you led him into the room

drinking up the sight of your backside, and your plush thighs...

but then you both sat in the bed and you

you covered them.

with a blanket.

he wanted to scream

the entire session he was fidgety, barely paying attention to what you wear saying

he asked you to repeat something about fifteen times

you were having entirely too much fun

but when it got the point where he could barely function you just huffed, sliding your body into his lap

“if you wanted to see my legs so bad, all you could’ve done was asked, tama.”

commence a heated make out session with his hands cupping your thighs the entire time xp