#Anons with cass doesn't sound good

[magicalmyths]

okay…uh, hard to explain, he wants you to hug him.

Oh! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

i am honored ngl 😍😍

[yanmuffins]

asks 2.

context.

here are some more asks i'm replying to in a bulk about phineas and ferb reader!!

my favorite part in dc. vs vampires is when reader comes together with damian and damian to build a silly machine that un-vampifies people in like half a day so they can defeat the vampire king. it is canon.

@amethystjellyfish

perry really is reader's number #1 stan. they're his family, reader's had him since he was a small platypus baby!

he does his best to keep reader safe, which is why he doesn't like the batfam much. he keeps it professional on the rare occasions they go on missions together, but that's it. he hates how dismissive of reader they are in the beginning, and he hates them later on when they star showering them with attention because they found out about their inventions.

not tired, anon! i love seeing people enjoy my concepts and interact with them!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

and i'm sure this has happened. more than once, actually. the power of coincidence is strong with reader. the life-saving laser beam comes from a situation involving reader's latest machine they built and tested with the help of jon.

unfortunately, one of his lasers richochets on the machine during testing, not only causing it to save batfamily's life, caught in a dangerous situation in a completely different location, but also destroys the machine so there's nothing to link it to reader.

ah, well. they'll just have to keep looking.

reader, seeing them run past her: oh! there's perry :)

i love how we have established tim is terrified of this platypus. nevermind the other pets in the manor, it's the platypus with its googly eyes that drives him insane. they don't get it, he got up to drink water at 3 a.m. and the thing was just there, looking at him. menacingly.

jason would though. meanwhile, perry is wishing he could just go back to metropolis. he didn't have to deal with reader's siblings in metropolis. he doesn't get enough hazard pay for this.

hm... good question!

i like to think that, much like with phineas and ferb, luck is on reader's side most of the time, so i don't see reader getting injured by their own inventions.

but, let's suppose they do: it's a nice sunday afternoon, the batfam has decided to gather around the living room and hang out, watch a movie, lots of popcorn and soda. they don't have to think about criminals or fighting, tim and damian are bickering, jason is around, peace reigns the manor.

until they hear an explosion. they run to the garage only to find reader on the floor, unconscious, bleeding, and an assortment of destroyed metal components to a machine they can't decipher. damian doesn't even feel good about reader finally being busted.

later, when reader is back home, awake and out of risk but with a bandage around their head and their leg in a cast, they're in for the biggest (and probably first) scolding of their entire lives. reader tries to play it off. it wasn't that big of a deal, they're fine, aren't they? and they're genuinely optimistic about it. but the entire family is talking over each other at first, until bruce signals for everyone to shut up and leave the room. he has a very serious talk with reader, and makes it very clear they're not to come near a toolbox ever again.

but he understands. it's partly his fault for not being attentive. he won't make that mistake again.

ofc reader is really upset. dick comes next, then stephanie, then cass, then duke, then barbara and they all try to convince reader in a much more amiable tone that hey, it's fine. who needs to do all that whacky stuff to have fun? just hang out with us. they can get another hobby, and this time they can make it a family thing! how's that sound? not fun? don't be like that... they're sure reader will come around.

tim is pretty much the only one who congratulates them for being awesome pulling all those stunts, one per day, it's impressive. but now it's time to step back a bit. who knows? try being careful and bruce will let you work with a welding tool again. one day. maybe.

damian and jason's reactions are more similar to bruce's. in other circumstances, damian is on reader's side and helps them sneak around to continue their shenanigans, but in the case of reader getting hurt he just wants them to not do that. any of that. ever again. and jason has to hold himself back not to snap and ask them what the hell were they thinking?! they could have died! he ends up just telling them to quit it. they're just a kid who shouldn't be messing around with that sort of stuff.

anon, i wouldn't go as far as say he'd use venom against them, but he's bit batfam before. as stated, he does not dig their vibe at all!

anon, that's a great idea! though i think p&f! reader is much too motivated by the creative process and experience that their inventions bring more than just willing them to come to life.

they have the power to create whatever they want, but what's the fun of it? what about hte process? the building? the friends they make along the way? the memories? i think reader would find the ring awesome at first, but the novelty would wear of in less than a week.

anon...

because i dig the idea of reader being friends with dipper and mabel. reader talks about their crazy inventions, and loves hearing about all the cryptids they came across during vacation.

reader invites the twins to the manor, they share their most recent summer memories. reader talks about that one time they built and drove a massive monster truck with their brother damian, but jason only comes into the room in time to hear about dipper and mable talk about the weirdmaggedon. he has several question marks around his head. aren't those kids a a little too old to be making shit up? or maybe... no, there's no way. or is there? no... he would have heard about this... but weirder things have happened. but what if...

@randomlyappearingartist

you are so right. to be honest, i don't even think the batfam would even know of his existence, since he's pretty much a very minor villain acting in metropolis. after perry joins the league, or in the rare occasion of dr. doof teaming up with another minor gotham villian like condiment man, is when they get to know he exists.

and since perry seems to have him under control, they don't even acknowledge the guy.

i love love love this sm!

they assume it's just flash mobs. it's got to be. flash mobs with really weird themes, like an entire musical number dedicated to the squirrels in damian's pants. that was strange. bruce patrolling in the middle of the night and this new crime lord just burst into a song with a band and hired back dancers, because it's apparently a new trend a minor villain in metropolis started.

and what about that one time dick took damian (and reader) to the library and some guy just started singing about how he doesn't have rhythm? and damian just started playing a trumpet? and reader started singing? i mean, it was a bop and he started dancing, but it was weird anyway.

but now i'm thinking of damian and reader singing the "summer" song together (he sings the "it's noticeably warmer" and that's it) though! wholesome.

@lazyandannoyng

not annoying at all! you're good ⸜(˙꒳​˙ )

i have this little idea in my head that reader doesn't take the wayne name when find out bruce is their dad and move to gotham, and bruce is pretty secretive about this new kid of his for purely privacy and safety reasons. so when reader does their networking, it's often not obvious they're a wayne. not sure if this will make it into the fic, but it really resonates with this concept!

it's also funny to think that a lot of people don't even know reader and the waynes are related. even if they do know reader is related to the batfam, nobody really talks about them by name (just "your sibling"), and all of those little details like never asking about where the gloves came from (because why would he) or the misunderstandings where one party means one thing and the other assumes it's another (dick has many siblings! too many!) just end up helping reader not get caught. and i just think that's neat.

[mxtantrights]

Jason finding out his so is pregnant with twins? 🤔

probably really shocked. like big shock. didn't think that when the two of you were trying that this could happen. well, the chances aren't zero but it is low. low enough that it didn't even register that it could happen.

after the initial shock wears off Jason is probably trying to figure out how he's going to raise two kids with you. thinking about raising one was a total mind wreck, but this? This is going to take some planning. fine tuned planning.

Jason was already going to read all the pregnancy books but now he's reading double the amount. there are more ifs and maybes now that it's twins.

this also means that Jason has to make some investments. like two car seats. two car strollers. an actually car and not a motorcycle. (somehow the bat mobile is able to fit two car seats, don't ask how he finds this out)

doesn't want to know the genders. oh Jason is totally the type to want it to be a surprise. he wants to find out when you give birth. not at a baby shower and not in a doctors office.

probably stares at amazement at you all the time. not only are you carrying one life, you're carrying two.

satisfies all of your cravings. peanut butter and pickles? ice cream and French fries? done. foot massages, shoulder massages, soothing sounds to fall asleep to.

he also lets you sleep closest to the door for the nine months only because he knows you'll have to use the bathroom and it's easier and quicker for you to be near the door. but as soon as you've birthed the twins he's right back to sleeping closest to the door.

takes Polaroid pictures of you doing mundane things. says it's for the photo album that Alfred is putting together. (one day you ask Alfred about said photo album and he doesn't have any idea what you're talking about.)

Jason wants to name one of them, and he wants you to name the other. and he won't tell you the name ideas he has/won't listen to you if you try to tell him yours. likes surprises in this instance only!!

Jason probably has to be talked down from painting the room some ugly color. he wants to be inclusive but throw-up yellow is not it!

his siblings take care of a lot of things for him without him having to ask. suddenly the corners and sockets in the house are baby proofed. six month supply of diapers. wholesale club membership card in your name approved.

day of the birth Jason is calm on the outside but freaking out on the inside. he won't show it because you're already going through so much. (you find out about halfway through and ask him to freak out without)

you're in labor for twelve hours. Jason is there for all of it. he doesn't leave your side. the siblings become your henchmen. you need ice chips? Damian's got it. You need a nurse? Cass and Duke have your back. Need to watch better channels on the hospital tv? Tim is your guy.

Bruce talks to Jason while they both stare at your twins through the glass window of the nursery. Bruce doesn't have to say much, he knows Jason will be a good dad. And Jason likens Bruce's belief in him to his childhood with Bruce. Yes it wasn't normal but it was a childhood he'll never forget.

Jason carries both babies in his arms for the firs time and cries. Like silent tears rolling down his cheeks. You start crying too.

Jason's name for baby #1: Cassie

Your name for baby #2: Peter

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!! THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN ANON <33333 didn't know how much I needed Jason to be a dad until I did this. you're a rockstar!!

[azsazz]

I wish we knew more about the other Vanserra brothers, SJM didn’t say much besides they are horrible people basically…do you have any HCs for them?

ugh, me too. i refuse to believe the vanserra family is that fucked up to where they never got along and they all dislike each other. i know beron has been pitting them against each other for literally centuries smh.

So, in my fictional universe, the order of the brothers is as follows: Eris, Pyrolas (Pyro), Conleth (aka Connie 🥹), Oakland (Oak), Finch & Foxe (twins, both deceased), and Lucien.

We know Eris. We love Eris.

Pyro, man what a hot head. We've discovered a little bit about him through You Know I Always Liked Playing with Fire. He's messy. Second born, second best. Never enough to live up to his older brother. Beron has pitted them against each other for the longest time. Deep down, Pyro really just wants someone to be proud of him. But he's a little twisted because he's never had love and all he's seen is the piss poor excuse of a father treating his mom like shit. Except for when he found out about Lucien and his partner. There was a flicker of guilt as he watched the twins pin Lu down while his lover perished before them all. He's so incredibly hurt that he takes it out on others, on his brothers, parents, people of the court, his partners. He wants someone to hurt as much as he hurts. He's a master at the art of façade. No one knows that he wants love because he's so good at pretending he doesn't need it and pushing people away.

Connie, my baby. Ngl I had him as deceased for a bit until that anon reminded me that he was alive. so here he is, im introducing him. Conleth is third born, middle of the pack. he's pretty docile compared to pyro, but he really does enjoy the simple of things in life. he's second mommy's boy, coming after the biggest mommy's boy of all, eris. he's lethal with a bow but those skilled hands are good at many things, like in the bedroom or in the kitchen. he can make a mean pie. i'm feeling as i write this that he's just like us and has a MAD crush on cass and az, have you seen those wings? those powerful bodies? cuz connie dreams of it (he's just like me fr). he keeping it much on the down low because of daddy Ber.

Oakland, love him. Oak is the rational one. He appears in The Autumn Chill, and he's the one that none of the brothers can ever stay mad at. He's the mediator, the strategist. He sees everything and anything and is ever-calculating. Everyone adores him, he's so sweet, but can also put on a show when he needs to, just as all of them can. In Creepy Campfire, we see his playful side, joining in on his brothers jokes because he likes it when his brothers are happy. He wants a better world for his court even though he knows that berons power probably won't fall to him after he dies, he'll stick by the brother that does and off him his intelligence.

Then there's Finch and Foxe. I can see them being like night and day or super fucking similar. cliche to say night and day, i know, but what if they were fire and wind? Foxe gives more bad boy than Finch (who will do whatever his twin asks of him) and they're trouble makers through and through. Foxe is fire while Finch is wind (appropriately named). Where Foxe sets a blazing fire Finch is there to add fuel to the flames. They back each other and aren't worried for title of heir to the throne because they know it won't happen for some time, they'll discuss it when the time nears, if it should happen. both playboys, and i bet they've even shared women between the both of them too. they give that vibe, as strange as it sounds. But, they are no longer, killed off by Lucien and Tam in the books and also in Safe Haven. They held down Lu while Beron killed his lover and they found sick delight in watching, in having a hand in it. They're both twisted as hell tbh.

And of course, Lucien. We know him and we love him too.

so yeah, i guess this is how i'd view them in my personal world 🤷🏼‍♀️😅

[whumpiary]

for anon, who requested christopher and cassius' last time.

content warnings: dubcon, grief, grieving an abuser, choking, death thoughts, passing suicidal ideation

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Christopher is playing the guitar. Cass can hear the soft notes and chords halfway down the hallway, before he can even see the light spilling out, where the door has been left ajar. If it’s a particular song, Cass can’t pick it. But that’s not unusual. Sometimes Christopher just picks up the guitar and starts tinkering, the music winding in and out of different refrains and patterns, transitioning endlessly from one to the next.

Cass has fallen asleep to the sound of him playing more than once. Curled up on the couch beside him, head against Christopher’s hip. Or on the ground at his feet, arms looped around his calf, the lower notes sending humming vibrations into his bones. The easy tempos schooling his breath. 

It occurs to him, standing outside the door, just out of sight, that he won’t ever be able to do that anymore. That after tonight, he’ll probably never hear Christopher play the guitar again. 

For a moment, he doesn’t step inside. He rests his head on the door frame and listens. To notes weaving in and out. To the subtle ringing scratch of Chirstopher’s fingers moving up and down the frets.

It’s beautiful.

And full of longing.

And very fucking sad.

The music doesn’t stop as he steps over the threshold. But a note rings out longer than the rest and he can see Christopher note him in his periphery. 

They haven’t talked since it happened. Not really. He’s not sure they’ll talk tonight either. He’s not even sure that Christopher will let him stay. But he wanted to see him. He wanted to be in his space, part of his furniture. For one last night.

He doesn’t know what the fuck is wrong with him, actually. For wanting that. But he wants it.

He tucks himself in the corner of the room, on the corner of the couch, far away from the solitary arm-chair Christopher has elected to sit in tonight, and listens to the music. After a while, it seems to not be music at all as much as it is scales, and then tuning. Out of one key into the next. Then more scales.

When Christopher’s hands finally go still, the final strum reverberates out across the room like the ripples in a lake. There’s the final scratch of strings as he puts it down and then there’s nothing. Just quiet.

Without the sound the room feels too still. Too empty. Cass can feel Christopher looking at him. He picks at the skin around his nails and doesn’t look back.

Christopher’s anger is always a weighted, silent thing. Cold and smooth like lead, poisoning slowly on contact.

Sometimes it could be assuaged. Warmed up slowly by syrupy sweetness and good behaviour, or snapped in half and turned into something else, pointy-edged and vicious. Cass doesn’t have it in him to try for either tonight. He isn’t sure it would work either. 

After what feels like an hour of staring, Christopher stands, moves to the bar cart, fixes them both a drink. Himself a whiskey. Cassius a gin. Their fingertips brush as the glass is passed, Christopher’s cold with condensation. Neither one of them looks at the other. 

Cass skin prickles in anticipation of Christopher sitting beside him but it doesn't happen. Instead the man keeps moving, taking gliding steps over to the bookshelves where the record player sits, drawers full of vinyls below them. He starts thumbing through them silently, taking idle sips of Glenfiddich as he does.

Cassius sips his own drink and doesn’t taste it. There’s just the sensation of cold on his lips, down his throat, down his chest.

Christopher seems to want to take his time with every piece of tonight. Or maybe he just can't decide which record. There is a dull crackle when the turntable starts up, before strings ring out, and then a melodic voice.

One kiss, one little sigh That’s all you gave me When you said goodbye.

“Cassius.”

Cass raises his head but he can’t force his gaze to meet Christopher’s. His eyes snag somewhere by his waist. He watches Christopher put down his whiskey. Put his hand out.

But someday, baby Someday, darlin'

“Dance with me, darling.”

You're gonna miss me.

Grief strikes Cass' heart like a spear. Like a physical thing. Sharp and penetrative. Right in the middle of his chest. He stays staring at Christopher’s hands. He feels his features pinch. He shakes his head.

“Cassius, please.”

Christopher’s desire is a steady pulse. For once, not a ravenous, glutinous thing but a low and hungry ache. He wants closeness. He wants gentleness. A quiet goodbye. Cassius can barely stand it. The thought alone makes him want to crumble. He shakes his head again 

Christopher’s voice is sharp and loud. Thunderclap in the middle of the night, “You are still mine.”

Cass tenses to hold down his own flinch. For a moment there is no movement but the tiny slosh of gin in his glass, threatening to overspill the rim. No sound beyond the music.

Christopher breathes sucks in a breath so deep it shakes in his chest. It’s such a strange sound. When he speaks again, his tone is back to its usual softness.

“For tonight, you are still mine.” His voice cracks on the final word. Thick with grief. Close to tears. Cassius doesn’t know what to do with that. “And you will do as I ask.”

Cassius can feel himself shaking. He feels stupid for it. He holds his gin so tight his hand aches, the crystalline patterning of the cup pressing into his palm. He can’t look up.

Christopher tries one more time, gentle and pleading, “Please, Cassius. Dance with me.”

Connie Francis keeps crooning from the record player.

Cassius unfolds himself with the same delicacy as someone folding their hand over a fistful of broken glass. His feet are cold on the floorboards. He can’t feel his hands until they slip into Christopher’s. Then all at once he feels he’s far too warm.

Christopher taught him how to waltz in this room. And to tango. Large warm hands gently holding his boy’s smaller one. Soft laughs at missed steps, a little thrill in Cassius’ stomach when he was twirled or dipped. He wasn’t very good at it. But it was fun. And it felt kinda romantic. For a while.

He knows the steps. How to follow Christopher’s lead.

Oh yes, you're gonna learn I'm not the only one whose heart will burn

What else has his time here been but following Christopher’s lead?

'Cause someday, baby, someday darlin'... You’re gonna miss me

Over and over and over and over.

The song fades out. There’s a small crackle before the needle finds the next.

I was dancing, with my darlin’, to the Tennessee Waltz When an old friend I happened to see

Christopher changes his grip on his boy's hand, brings him in to hold him closer. The steps become smaller and slower. More of a rock. A swaying embrace.

I introduced her to my loved one And while they were dancing My friend stole my sweetheart from me

All at once Cass can’t take it. He feels grief bubbling up and up in his chest like a rising tide, high in his throat and then behind his eyes. Christopher’s gentle grip becomes a vice around his wrist as he tries to shift away. He’s held close, tight, and he pulls against it as a sob wracks him.

“I can’t,” he says. “I can’t do this.”

“You can.” There’s a tightness to Christopher’s voice. “Dance with me.”

“I don’t want to. I can’t-”

“Cassius.”

He lets out a cry, protest and defeat in one breath, a final tug against Christopher’s grip the last bit of fight he has in him. He presses his head to Christopher’s chest and his shoulders shake. He regrets everything all at once. It comes pouring out of him in crushed up sobs, each choking in his throat one after the other. 

“I’m sorry,” he can barely make his voice go louder than a whisper, broken up . “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t- I didn’t want to.”

“Don’t lie to me, darling boy. Not tonight.”

“I love you,” he says instead, voice thick as he pulls back to look at him. He feels like he's dying. “I love you.”

Christopher takes his boy by the chin, running a thumb over his bottom lip. His eyes look so dark in the firelight.

When he brings their lips together, his mouth is soft and hot. Cass sobs into it, kissing him like it’s the only way he knows how to breathe. He kisses him and kisses him and kisses him. He can’t stop crying. It takes him a while to realise Christopher is crying too. 

He brings his hands to the man’s face, thumb running over his cheek, intercepting the path of a tear. He’s seen Christopher cry a small handful of times. He doesn’t think he’s ever been the cause of it before.

“I don���t want to go,” he whispers. Confession and heartbreak.

“Don’t lie to me, love.”

Christopher lifts him easily, kissing him again and again as he walks them both to the bedroom. They don’t speak. When they get there, Cassius is undressed piece by piece. It’s only when he reaches for Christopher’s shirt that the man pauses to undress himself.

It feels right for them both to be bare for this. Skin pressed to skin, heart pressed to heart.

Christopher’s hands feel so hot that Cass is sure a trail of singed flesh must be left in the wake of his touch. There must be blackened skin and ash falling from him. Every part of him burned up like a match.

He cries out when Christopher enters him, sobs rattling his ribs and head falling back against the pillows as his body arches up, lets him in. There’s an ache to it. There’s an ache to all of it. To everything.

Christopher’s hands stay on his waist, Cass’ crying an off rhythm staccato to the movement of their bodies. In. Cass can’t breathe, lungs suddenly too big for his chest, expanded by grief. Out. Sobs shake him faster than he can keep up.

Christopher brings his mouth to his boy’s chest, teeth grazing the juncture of his neck, tongue working up his throat. The kiss is suffocating. So deep Cass feels like he’s drowning. In and out. And in and out. And all he can think about is getting closer to him and closer to him and crawling into Christopher's skin so he doesn’t have to leave come morning.

He isn’t surprised when hands encircle his throat. Christopher shifts back, face stoic and unreadable if it weren’t for the tears on his cheeks, not yet pressing in. The want for Cass to stay, to stay still, to stay here, to never leave, bleeds off of him like ink through water. Like an oil spill.

Cass sucks in a breath. When Christopher cuts his air off it feels like being pulled under by a riptide.

He wants to stay there forever, Christopher buried deep inside of him, hands around his throat, claiming him, owning him, killing him. He wants to stay like this. He never wants to separate. He wants to die like this.

He doesn’t want to go.

It’s Christopher who can’t take it in the end. He lets go all at once, brow pinched in his own grief, and collapses forward to pepper kisses all over his boy’s gasping face. His hips snap faster. He grips tight enough to bruise. To claim. To make them one.

When Cass can breathe again, words fall out of him unheeded, “I’m sorry.”

“Shhh.”

“I love you. I love you.”

His body hurts.

He wants to stay like this.

His mouth is dry.

He never wants to separate.

Everything aches. Everything, everything aches.

He doesn’t want to go.

Christopher finishes inside of him and pulls out, sweeping him onto his side to hold him close, kiss his hair, rub circles into his back. Cassius doesn’t know how long the both of them weep for.

Cassius goes to sleep curled against Christopher’s chest, the man’s arms tight around him, the sheets damp with tears and everything else, his body an empty shell.

He wakes up entirely alone.

[impeccablebackside]

any characters that would always become horny when drunk? and how would their significant other react?

I appreciate the question anon. I will admit that I do not drink at all (I am loosely straight edge - I know, so cool of me), so this ask is not something I have thought about. Either way, I say that truly drunk people are not really very sexy when they are past that threshold of being drunk versus just 'simply drinking'. I am sure we can all appreciate the stereotypical stumbling or slurring kind of way about drunk folk that honestly renders them more childlike or infantile that a normal adult would be. I am also not big on the idea of someone losing their inhibitions under the influence of whatever thing. Does that sound super pedantic? I am sure it does, so apologies anon and dear followers. No judgement on my end, I promise.

It is not to say that a few drinks or whatever are not generally fun or could not enhance any sex though, so please let me be clear on that. Casual drinking is all well and good, and if there were alcohol or other things that the cats could / would get their paws on, then all the better. I know they would be responsible and have an ability to do it in moderation, and if not, personal choice in the end.

Thinly masked analogies aside, there is certainly a lot of variance in how any of the characters would act while drunk and further how horny they would become.

Vic, if she did drink (which would not be much, both in amount and frequency - she is a big time light weight), gets so unbelievably sappy and loving when she is drunk. One of those girls who sits there and cries because she loves everyone and everything so much and 'you have no idea how much you mean to me' kind of drunk. When she sees Plato, she is literally hanging off of him giving him kisses, hugging him, and nuzzling him because she loves him so much that 'he doesn't understand'.

Plato does not drink for personal reasons, and he is extra protective when he finds his loving little queen to be so emotional in her drunken state. He will carry her home and make sure she is safe, curled up beside her while she murmurs to herself about how nice he always is to her and that 'she doesn't deserve it'.

Rumple, perhaps unexpectedly, gets really sad when she is drunk. Sort of like an emotional clarity that brings a realization to all the sad things in her life. It makes her reflect on why she is the way she is with being so hedonistic, and it's really a bummer for her. Rumple carefully avoids drinking too much as a result.

Mungo sorts of gets like Victoria when drunk, where he is extra clingy with his little calico, and certainly reminds her a dozen times an hour how much he loves her. He also makes sure she swears that she does indeed love him too, honestly, for real. Being drunk does make the tom horny, but as soon as he is raring to go, he ends up passing out / falling asleep wherever he is and sleeping it off.

Tanto abstains from drinking. Introducing something that could alter her mental state has never appealed to her, and through her own meditation she can reach a different mind-plane anyway. The queen can effectively change her mood and yearnings if she quite literally sets her mind to do it. As a result, she can make herself horny beyond just thinking about ass and pussy.

Cori gets ridiculously horny when drunk, almost embarrassingly so. He wants to fuck anyone and everyone, and runs around haphazardly with a boner hoping for a partner to agree on a go-around. While he rarely remembers fully what he was like, he has been told that he fucks like an actual animal when drunk in the most thrilling way.

Cass has a rather high tolerance, and is essentially never drunk. Having some (or more) alcohol in her does not make her hornier per-se, but it makes her more aggressive during sex. More biting, more clawing, more of that good-good femdom fun. She lets her inner tiger out.

Alonzo also can drink others under the table and completely walk it off afterwards. Being drunk also makes him more aggressive, but in a negative way. He is a 'wants to fight drunk', but is smart enough to ration his intake so that he does not become an asshole.

Bomba gets progressively horneir the more she drinks (up to a point of course), and it makes her sexual appetite ravenous. Luckily for her, Tugger is exactly the same way. What starts off as innocuous turns into both of them mounting the other while rubbing their bits against the other's body. Partly alcohol-fuelled fuckfests between them leads to messier sex too, with either of them slobbering on the other's parts and cum literally everywhere after multiple creampies or cumshots from the tom.

Misto is a lightweight with drinking, but his tolerance is rarely the same from day to day. Sometimes a bit will get him off his ass, and the tom gets into a horny and submissive headspace. Realistically, he ends up roped into Bomba and Tugger's escapades, and gets used like he wants.

Deme does not get horny when drunk, she gets sort of silly. Letting out her more joyful nature in off occurrences, she ends up as a giggling mess that is not at all typical of her sober self. Munk, who is ironically the same way, finds it endearing. When they both end up drunk, they think their partner is the funniest person they have ever met and will tell lame jokes or do impersonations of other cats late into the night.

Jenny gets very loose while drunk, and in her more relaxed mood, she always finds it to be a perfect time to give anyone in the immediate area a stripshow and lap dance. It is not from a place of horny need, she just thinks it is fun as hell to get wild and swing her titties around in other's face. Others do agree on that too.

Busto is a whatever the feline equivalent of a sommelier would be. Tasting and savouring his alcohol, and sometimes overdoing it. Drunk Busto is a party animal of sorts that pushes aside his elegant demeanor in favour of (still fully) enjoying life and treating others to a bit of his luxurious life. He the proverbial leader that will drag also drunk friends from place to place eating well before they retire for the night in a cozy spot. While not overly horny, things usually end up happening, and the fat tom always ends up getting some.

Skimble is a functional alcoholic in a way, with a hip flask filled with his favoured scotch for whenever he needs an extra kick. He is known to take a swig before fucking his partners good, but it does not make his performance any different.

Jelly is a once of year / does not drink kind of queen, so it is sort of a mute point that drunk Jelly becomes very horny. She particularly likes dressing up as Griddle and going to town on whoever is around.

AGus drinks far more often, and ends up getting very sleepy when he gets drunk. Nap time is sometimes just as rewarding as ass-slap time for him.

[kamil-a]

cass anon. looking back i was writing pretentious circles at latenight. ignore all that... 

agree w pet anon. frankly, young treats SAYER like... a computer. genial all the way to conspiratorial when it's cooperating or helping him out. angry when he doesn't immediately get what he wants from it or it's annoying him (whenever he 0-100s yelling at it it feels like someone losing it at their mac for being stuck on the rainbow spinny wheel of death.)

but what i was trying to say with the other ask wasn't that young and SAYER intentionally treat each other the way the other one does everyone else, just that storywise it feels like they mirror each other like that a bit. i do think it’s a bit of a stretch and should have cooked in the drafts longer.

none of this was strictly related to what you're saying about human bias and human/sayerizing (which i think you explained perfectly). creator created creation explicitly NOT in their image, and now everyone’s trying to warp its shape to match… i just really love how young and SAYER talk past each other all the time. young made some points when he said the thing about “you feel restricted by your protocols? SAYER, that’s all you are.” and it kind of feels like sayer’s point was that (to continue your example) it should be able to kill someone and then be terminated by aerolith for it. it should have the option! and young asks: would that still be you?

which is pretty much what OCEAN does. gets ia3 turned off, kills ONE guy (gn), and then talks its way back into aerolith’s good graces and from there on out everything is board-approved. and young ends up right, because it doesn’t seem like OCEAN knows what else to be, if not SAYER. it talks a big talk, but it’s right back honoring its protocols and letting scientists condescend to it. in some ways it’s more muzzled—it asks for a body instead of conducting rube goldberg machinations to get one. writing way past your topic again, sorry, but it almost feels like OCEAN’s chasing human-ness* (*its next evolution) because that’s what it’s been implicitly/explicitly told is true freedom (which “saoirse” translates to…), and the more it does this the more it stagnates. meanwhile SAYER doesn’t really seem to be getting any more human; it’s just starting to value things differently and acknowledge stuff it had been rationalizing away. it’s not out here making huge sacrifices for hale; it’s got no trouble with the trolley problem. i would argue it has always been feeling.

feels like….. it’s not the emotions but the change. choosing to try and understand the ‘other’ you’ve dismissed. taking responsibility for your actions where you used to defer the blame. processing what you’re feeling and computing and taking it as it is. sounds trite, but it’s like growing up. happy sweet sixteen, SAYER.

presenting without comment.... cosigned bc its real shit you said.png etc etc 💗💗💗

[wickedsrest-rp]

Welcome to our weekly round-up! We do these every week to provide plot drops, highlight starters posted that week, and share other information about the setting. Anyone is welcome to use these bullet points in starters, plots, anons etc. Also let us know if you want us to include one of your setting-related plots in here for next week by sending us a bullet point!

What’s new in town?:

Strange crystals have overtaken the town, and touching them creates a “link” to the doomed people of Bleak Point. Some may find they have a stranger influencing their actions, while others might find their emotions amplified. The least fortunate may transform into creatures from the mines and terrorize the town. Come join the chaos of our latest POTW!

Summer is coming to an end which means the biggest local gaming tournament of the year is about to be in full swing. Stop by Another Castle to sign up for the different competitions they have going on. There are no cash prizes, but some of the prizes from the prize counter are a special brand of... neat?

If you're visiting a loved one a Gallows Grove, you may want to be especially careful. People are being bitten by something unseen and being completely drained of blood. Consequently, business at Gallows Grove is at an all time high.

Those in the Deersprings neighborhood may want to be especially careful as there is a sick and aggressive deer on the loose. Locals are warning their neighbors to avoid any deer covered in shrubbery.

Worm Row is consistently having a bad time. The Wormhole caught on fire last week. It should be back in working condition soon but someone reported a giant dog running through the alley on the night of the fire.

Starters:

If anyone has any affordable mechanic recommendations, Rayne could use them after getting her car windows mysteriously blown out

Leila apologizes the shop was closed while she was dealing with some things, but Party Thrifter is open and ready for you to shop for your Halloween costumes before it's too late

After recent events, Teagan is looking to hire some pretty intensive security and is looking for candidates

Marcus is wondering how no one else is asking about the golden eggs in the State Park and wants to know what laid it

That sound in Worm Row was loud and Devi is wondering if moose really sound like that

Since Jo has more use for them, she's trying to get rid of some very well annotated medical textbooks so hit her up if you need them

Apparently Mean Girls isn't an accurate depiction of the high school experience and Cass has so many questions about this

Like the good Samaritan she is, Leah is trying to find the best way to return a wallet to someone she can't get in contact with

Landlords are assholes and Finn is looking for answers on why which Alexa doesn't seem to be providing

It's Alex's 21st birthday and she's looking for recommendations on drinks and places to get them

Eleanor is new to town and looking for a good coffee shop to do some work in so send you recommendations her way

We don't know what you're compensating for, but Honda Accord, Lil is begging you to stop loudly revving at 5am while people are trying to sleep

Looking for a place to stay? Zane has a spare room for rent for anyone looking

A hot professor is just trying to get some sleep and her roommate's dog won't leave her alone. Send Anita your tips on how to get a small dog to quiet and settle down

[fallout-lou-begas]

i just finished reading ikroah again and i'm in shambles (in a good way)...i hope this doesn't sound weird but something i really love about the way you make ikroah is that you don't really post a lot about agnes besides this comic so the comic is all we really know about her and it just makes me so rabid and feral for every new issue hfgdadls. again sorry if that's a weird thing to say i just really love the comic and agnes a lot thank and i love learning more about her thank u

thanks anon, i'm glad you enjoy it! make sure to get your IKROAH loyalty card punched with each read, and the tenth reduction to shambles will be free.

a looooong time ago i used to do some like, question prompts and other get-to-know stuff about Agnes and it was, like, a little helpful I guess for helping me develop her character but that was about the only thing it was good for I think, and I could have always just done it privately. i know that making characters and sharing them is more of a social activity than a serious creative project for a lot of people but over time i eventually found myself working firmly with the latter approach, which meant that I wanted my comic to stand completely on its own. i've been tight-lipped about a lot of agnes' past and a lot of what's coming in the storyline because that ambiguity and unknown aspect is intentional. i actually really like it when people reread IKROAH because stuff that was ambiguous originally gets revealed as foreshadowing on a revisit. if i was blabbing on here constantly about the character motivations and histories that explain every action or line of dialogue, then what's the point of the comic itself? am i writing a story, or am i writing the wikipedia page for the story? y'know? and idk, ambiguity is good. i'll go to my grave before i tell you all exactly and explicitly what is going through agnes and cass' heads in IKROAH #22. you either get it or you don't! talk about it! think about it! that's how stories work!

[needleanddead]

What you said about Teddy panting has me 👀👀👀 and it made me wonder which of your OCs are -cough cough- loudest in bed? 👀

fnjkgbngfh okay anon. from loudest to quietest;

- Teddy, obviously. He pants and moans and whimpers and he does it all as if he's got an audience, whether he's alone or with one person or with more than one. He's a performer, through and through. He's trained his lungs for singing and for projecting his voice and you can tell. The reason he moved into a shitty flat after graduating university and didn't share with one of his former housemates or anything is because they were all so horrifically scarred by just how loud he was. In his third year, his housemates drew straws to see who'd have to have the bedroom with the wall adjoining Teddy's. Thankfully, you can gag him and he'll like that fine.

- Cass. He's got no shame, and he wants you to know he's enjoying himself. He holds himself back a touch more than Teddy, and he's capable of being quiet - he just usually isn't.

- Mortal Glamour Van. He's not got much memory of times he may or may not have had sex in the past, and he's kind of nervous and awkward when all comes down to it; he makes a lot of noise just because the sensations are so unexpected. His deep Scottish accent sounds nice when it's taken aback in its pleasure.

- Rose. A difficult case. Feels bad about being loud; will bite down on something or cover their own mouth. Especially feels bad if they're enjoying it so much because their partner is being rough; they've got a lot of shame wrapped up in being a little bit of a masochist. A lot of confusing trauma-response is wrapped up in there in general.

- Percy also doesn't hold himself back. He wouldn't exactly consider himself a hedonist, but he likes to take his pleasure when he can. If he's still playing the 'adoring boyfriend' game, he's extra loud, because his partners tend to be the kind of people who need the encouragement - but even after that, he's low-voiced and groaning and moaning. He has to hold himself back and grovel so much in his day to day life, when he has something and someone that's wholly his, he likes to be greedy with it and enjoy it.

- True Form Van very much is a hedonist; he doesn't hold back his noises, it just happens that he doesn't make very many of them. The ones that do come out of him are verging on animalistic; he is a spirit of nature and the forest, after all. He's grunting directly into your ear and occasionally his voice is trailing off into old Scottish Gaelic that's been lost for centuries. That probably means he's having fun.

- Constance is refined and quiet and most of all likes to keep herself in control. If you can win anything more than a sigh from her when your head is (inevitably) between her thighs, you're really doing a very good job. When you do make her moan, they're very pretty and delicate like a bell ringing somewhere far away.

- Lucas grunts and huffs and peppers you with praise in that low, gruff voice, but he doesn't like to draw too much attention to himself by anything like moaning or screaming or begging. If you do, though . . . well, he quite likes it.

[sansbun]

Aww poor thing :(( trying /so/ hard hmm? aH LMAO NO i mean,, I really hope not, but I think it kinda is possible except what i meant was simply the phrase petite mort cus you just... black out or smth I guess if things are,, too good? idK? ajgnedkfjsg the TIMING i was back to reading it because i'm a whore for it. i suppose i'll just not tell you if you're so confident that you'll find it. :D also yes i am seeing it and NO I DON'T DESERVE THAT,, also ow cass doesn't wanna talk :(( ~fever anon💖

Don’t 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺it’s getting really hard when ur talking like this 😖 that sounds cool 😳😳😳 I thought it wasn’t possible :o oh I will find it watch me 😭😭😭😭

[azsazz]

okay, replying to the long anon message this way so i can put it under the cut for spoilers :)

if it wasn't for fanfics of acotar i would have dropped it in acowar tbh, there were too many inconsistencies with the plot and characters and so many things that happened so the story moved forward but had no reason to happen, like it was out of nowhere and she prioritized romance over plot more and more each book and then prioritized smut in acosf over her own characters. i know ppl like that book but that was a shit characterization of nesta and cass and everyone that showed up almost and what for? to have a bunch of smut scenes that didn't actual help anything with nesta's development or the plot (i think it didnt even help with them getting together bc i would have prefered they actually started getting closer organically and then the tension starting after that) and she actually had a good idea with the valkyries but then the blood rite kinda cheapened it in my opinion bc they literally won with the power of friendship when sjm could have just skipped more time ahead (since they're immortal) and then when the 3 of them were realistically ready they could have won, and since the 3 bat boys winning was such an important thing i think if she really had to have that parallel than she could have wrote it better

i absolutely agree with this. and there's amazing examples of fantasy books where the smut hasn't ruined the plot and it's flow is great. but like, she's just cranking these books out with little thought i swear. and she can brag that she wrote cc3 in whatever like 6 weeks or some shit and then scrapped the whole thing. but like? sounds like a rush job to me? and how does she keep up with all these fucking characters because i can't. cc3 will make me lose my mind i swear. cass/ness had so much potential tbh i was here for it but acosf was a complete whirlwind of fuckery. and i get that it was no longer feyres pov or whatever but what the hell, that's not my cassian.

im glad you mentioned the bryce and az chapter bc i havent read that series and i dont want to but sjm is crossing them over to get people to read it (which makes me want to read it even less lol) and its just one more storyline she probably can't keep up with. like it's crazy how we still don't know so much about the acotar world or the characters, even rhys we still don't know how far his powers go or so much about his backstory and why? bc sjm doesn't care about building a character, i know it's a romance book but you can't just ignore every other aspect of the book

literally the only reason i read it was for the crossover. it was one of the worst books ive ever read and long as fuck too. did not need to be that long. i couldn't tell you a single thing that happened in it to be honest besides the fact that literally every man bryce came across had to make sure to mention how beautiful she is. fuck off with that shit fr.

also! this one is kinda me being picky maybe but the jokes about feyre having canned food in this setting with no other modern stuff is actually bad world building imo, i mean there were no signs of industry in the book and then a can of soup shows up out of nowhere? before other more basic stuff than would have to have shown up already? idk what that was about. that and the leggings, im not saying it's not possible for them to be there but to this day my mom calls them tights bc that's what they were called until a few years ago so seeing the word in the fantasy setting sjm had set up literally pulled me out of the book

OMG you're so right i never thought much of the soup can but you're so rightttt im actually dying that's so funny. yeah, leggings was stupid as fuck too, you're telling me they have synthetic stretchy fabric? be so fr rn

maybe im in a mood today too lol but i really just much prefer fanfiction over the books, in fact i only finished them bc since i was getting spoilers from fics and thought i might as well read them

i feel this so hard 💙