#I was baby and also wanted to not seem Scary but now idgaf

[cherrysnax]

trying very hard to like. not sound “””aggressive”” or condescending when making posts but also trying to not sound like absolutely toneless

[bokunoheros]

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (keigo does talk ab making you a mommy tho, and you refer to yourself as his girlfriend once), reader is a civilian, this is pre-war, reader and keigo are dating, no lube no protection (all night all day), baby trapping lowk????, idk he nonconsensually cums in you and then proposes (you accept tho), creampies, cockwarming, kinda lazy ending?? idgaf GENRE: smut SUMMARY: it’s the start of mating season and keigo had just saved a mother and her child at work today, so it’s only natural for him to come home with the overwhelming need to knock you up. WORD COUNT: 2.6K 🦊’s A/N: keigo they could Never make me hate you…. anyway hope yall enjoy this fr

     not only was today the first day of his rut, meaning his last day of hero work until the spring was over, but he had also gone out of his way to save a mother and her crying child while off-duty. he’d been heading home after an eventful and tiring patrol when he ran into them being threatened by a petty mugger—nothing he couldn’t handle, especially after the day he’d had, but he can imagine having a gun pointed to your face must be scary to an untrained civilian. now, he was brimming over with emotions, barely keeping his cool as he walks through the threshold of your shared home, slamming the door loudly behind him, wings all puffed up and ruffled.

     “keigo? honey, what’s wron—” you’re suddenly cut off by a small flurry of his feathers sweeping you off your feet and carrying you from the kitchen towards where he stood in the living room, in the process of stepping out of his boots and shrugging his jacket off. you’re immediately taken aback by his serious demeanor and you open your mouth to say something, except that no words come out. what should you say?

     “how was your day..?” you ask tentatively after a brief moment of silence. 

     rather than verbally answering you, he lets out a long, drawn out sigh and shakes his head — a response you’re unfamiliar with. usually, he isn’t afraid to yap for at least fifteen minutes about how his day went, what happened, and sometimes even the people or fellow pros he talked to! so for him to remain silent…. well, it’s safe to say you’re starting to get worried. 

     had you done something wrong? was today exceptionally challenging? your heart rate increases as your anxious thoughts swirl around in your foggy mind, and you don’t know where to go from here.

     keigo knew what to do, though; he knew exactly how to relieve this stress.

     taking a step in your direction, he narrows his eyes, intense, predatory gaze locked onto yours, and suddenly, he’s leaning in for a kiss as he backs you up against the nearest wall. 

     the way he kisses you is controlled and barely put together, and you can tell he’s on edge, like he’s about to snap, so you say what you think he needs to hear.

     “you can rough me up a bit, kei, i promise i won’t break.”

     his eyes fly open at your words before narrowing as he nods before leaning back in with much more passion and any restraint right out the window. but he himself has said it before, he’s awful—he has no self-control; something that rang especially true when it came to you. 

     he’s spent whole evenings with his head buried between your thighs, eating you out until you’re crying and begging him to stop, saying it hurts, it hurts!, to which he always asks you for just one more. “one more” never meant one more, of course—keigo was greedy in this sense. he could never seem to get enough of you, always wanting more, more, more. if he could, he’d devour you whole, make you his entirely, and—that’s exactly what he was going to do tonight. he had been planning to propose for a while now, anyway. he had a ring and everything! he’d.. just been working up the courage to ask. so, then what better way than by deciding to knock you up on a whim. 

     well, …was it really a whim if he had fantasized about it before? the two of you had been dating since the summer of last year, meaning you haven’t seen him during his ruts yet, and, while he’s mentioned it briefly in the past, he didn’t actually expect to last this long with you so he never divulged the details of it—not because he wasn’t in love with you, but because he gave up on the dating scene because he’s always the one being dumped for being so. so. !!!! outwardly nonchalant about most things! or being married to his work, whatever they meant by that; he only worked so hard so he could have a future to relax in! no one ever seemed to understand that…. until he met you.

     something just clicked between the two of you upon your first meeting—you were probably the most interesting person hawks had ever saved, be it your quirk, your personality and mannerisms, or even something as simple as a remark you had made in the five something minutes it took to save you; he found himself unable to get you out of his head for days afterwards, eventually causing him to seek you out to ask a bewildered you on a date—just one, he had originally said.  

     you said yes immediately for a multitude of reasons—he was fine as fuck, he’d literally saved your life the other day, not to mention he was witty, and spoke his mind, too—something keigo hadn’t been expecting. he knew all of the above things, and yet, found himself somewhat nervous as he handed you a bouquet of pale red carnations, red camellias, and baby’s breath. he’d stayed up all night researching flower language and symbolism, deciding on the perfect ones to give to you, as he knew it was rude to show up to somebody’s house empty-handed, and, also, because… he’d never really felt this way about anyone before. there was something so magnetic between the two of you….

     but that’s enough reminiscing—he needs to be in the present moment, needs to focus on fucking you so good you go braindead on his dick, focus on cumming so deep in you, there’s no way you couldn’t not be pregnant with his child. keigo understood that having children as the number two pro hero would be no easy feat, but he thinks with you by his side, he can do anything. 

     sliding his tongue over the seam of your lips, one gloved hand comes up to squish your cheeks enough to force your lips to part for him and he easily slips the wet muscle into your mouth, taking his time sliding it along the insides of your cheeks, the grooves of your teeth, and the roof of your mouth, carefully exploring every inch and committing it to memory (as if he hadn’t already). 

     meanwhile, his other hand settles on your hip, massaging it lightly for a moment before his grip quickly tightens and he’s coaxing your tongue out of your mouth and into his as he begins to suck on it.

     “mmh,” you hum pleasantly, starting to drool as you let keigo decide how to use you in order to relieve his stress. 

     “missed ya t’day, dove,” he murmurs against your lips before nipping at your tongue and you feel your heart flutter. what had gotten into him? you weren’t necessarily complaining, but you still felt a little worried about him if you were being totally honest.

     keigo, sensing your unease, slowly pulls away from the kiss to ask if something was wrong, just for you to deflect the question back onto him. 

     “‘m fine, it was just a long day is all,” he tells you in earnest, leaving out the part about the beginning of his rut. “need’a feel you s’bad, though,” he breathes out, moving to kiss you again; tilting his head, he slots his lips back over yours, and it feels like he’s going to eat you alive. and, truthfully, he just might.

     before you even realize what he’s doing, he’s picking you up, wrapping your legs around his narrow waist, and carrying you into the bedroom where he’s pinning you to the mattress, wings spread wide for you to admire as you look up at him. you’re sure his words held a bit of truth to them, but he was behaving a little oddly for reasons you couldn’t put together yet. 

     him being a horny little shit wasn’t the unusual bit, but rather, his upbeat demeanor was nowhere to be found—even if it was an act almost all the time, it still felt weird to see him so serious looking.

     “kei…”

     “shh, stop worrying, sweets,” he shushes you, leaning in for another hungry kiss. you oblige him of course, parting your lips and poking your tongue out to meet his as you close your eyes

     his large wings create an almost dome around the two of you, shutting out the world, only leaving room for the two of you, and not another soul. 

     perhaps it would be best to sit back, relax, and let your boyfriend play with you… so that’s exactly what you do, settling fully onto the soft bed and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer—something that had him smirking against your soft lips. 

     it’s not long before you’re both naked, having grown too hot for the unnecessary layers separating your bare bodies, and soon, you suddenly have a pillow tucked under your hips, keeping them at an angle—something that confuses you.

     “keigo?”

     “just relax, dove.”

     he leans in closer, bringing his lips to yours as his one hand grasps at your hip, blunt nails (that he has to trim daily, mind you, lest they grow into talons) digging into the tender flesh there while his other grabs at his leaky cock, tapping it against your clit a couple times before lining it up with your slit and slowly pushing in, doing his best to show restraint and not bottom out in one fluid motion. you both groan at the feeling, the stretch so deep you almost feel nauseous.

     bringing two fingers down to your pulsing clit, he rubs semi-rough circles against the little bud, trying his hardest not to overwhelm you, but needing to hurry up and get you off so he can stuff you full of his cum.

     “mmmh,” you moan quietly as he focuses on working you up to your first orgasm out of many for the long night he had planned for you.

     it’s not long before you’re cumming with a cry and suddenly, keigo’s got his dick lined up with your slick little hole, easing himself in as he bites his bottom lip, trying not to whimper. 

     “fuuuck, you’re so tight, sweets,” he groans, rocking his hips into your, unkempt pubes brushing against your neatly trimmed ones. 

     your hands come up to wrap around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, before you’re tugging at his wings, and you feel his dick twitch inside you.

     “don’t,” is all he’s able to get out, burying his face in the crook of your neck, where he begins sucking and biting at the skin there. 

     “why not?” you grin like an idiot, already knowing the answer. you knew damn well just how sensitive keigo’s wings were—already having had this discussion when you first started having sex and you went to grab at them for the first time.

     “don’t ask stupid questions when you know the answer, dove,” he warns.

     you, ever the brat, decide to start stroking on his wings, and you feel his hips stutter and teeth sink into the column of your throat. 

     “nngh–!” you whine, tugging on the bright red feathers. keigo moans loudly at this, and quickly grabs the backs of your thighs to fold you in half and start fuckin’ pounding into you—his thrusts are fast and sloppy, and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin turns you on even more, pussy drooling around his dick.

     it doesn’t take long before keigo’s cumming deep inside you without warning, something that has your eyes flying open. 

     “k–keigo–! y– you just— you..!” the words aren’t there as panic begins to settle in. something you had both agreed on before you started fucking was that even if you did it raw, he had to pull out—kids were a big no for the both of you.

     but here was your boyfriend, fucking you throughout his orgasm and working his way up to a second as he looks down at you with a gaze so intense, you feel small beneath him. 

     tugging at his wings again, you cry out his name as he fucks his cum into you, just for him to ignore your pathetic mewls and pleas.

     “k– kei—!”

     “gonna knock y’up so good—g’nna— fuck— g’nna make you a mommy—”

     your face flushes deeply at his words—is this what had gotten into him? the urge to breed you? knock you up?

     “f–fuck!” you pull at his wings, rolling your hips upwards as best you can as he desperately ruts into you. this triggers keigo’s second orgasm, his pelvis pressing flush against yours as he cums hard. 

     “nngh—! hnnmg—fuck,” keigo moans as his hips still while he spills another load deep within you. “shit— y’feel so fuckin’ good, baby—” 

     this continues for what seems like ever, but in reality is maybe fifteen minutes of your boyfriend fucking into you until he physically can’t cum anymore, until tears are running down his cheeks from how overstimulated he is, and he’s collapsing on top of you with a tired sigh.

     “k–keigo— we— we can’t—” can’t what? “‘m gonna get pregnant— y’gotta let me get up,” you try to say, shoving at his chest; but it was no use, he was dead weight. 

     “good,” he says breathlessly, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

     “n–no! not good! i— we’re only dating! what would the media think if they found out the number two pro hero went and knocked his girlfriend up?!” your concern is genuine, but also stems from selfish reasons. you’re sure the reporters would hound you the moment they caught a whiff of something fishy, and—

     “then marry me.” his words are so serious sounding that they immediately break you out of your own mind and your eyes go wide with shock and awe. had he seriously just. proposed?! while still being balls deep in you!? 

     “huh!?” you sound just as caught off guard as you look, and keigo cranes his neck up to look at you, expression the most serious you’d ever seen it. …okay, so he obviously wasn’t joking around, but, but–!

     “you heard me. …i’d been meaning to get you a ring for a little while now, but couldn’t find one i thought you might like, so…..” his cheeks are flushed and face sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead as he gazes at you so tenderly, your heart can’t help but feel full.

     “i— keigo, i…” he waits patiently as you fumble with your words. “yes,” finally falls from your lips, a grin tugging at the corners of them.

      unable to say anything else, you cup his cheeks with both hands and press kisses all over his handsome face before you slot your lips over his and lean in slowly, almost teasingly.

     keigo, ever impatient, leans in to close the gap, one large hand coming to cradle the back of your head as his hips twitch and he pushes further into you, causing the disgusting amount of cum stuffed in your cunt to form a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and drip down to your puckered asshole. after that, it doesn’t take much longer for keigo to fuck you both to sleep.

     and that’s how you found yourself in the exact same position one year later, having put your first child to bed no less than an hour ago, with your now husband pinning you to your shared mattress, talking about how he wants a second kid—how beautiful you looked pregnant the first time, and how he’d love to see you like that again. so, he makes it happen. and then one more time after that.

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[nightglider124]

Titans: Season 4 - Ep11 - Thoughts

I have finally watched the episode. My God, my day at work was agonizing; I looked at tumblr and saw gifs and posts and was like screaming cos I wanted to watch it.

Anyway, since I've just freshly finished watching it, I am gonna note down some thoughts!

So... I feel weirdly mixed on this episode? As an episode it was good but as the penultimate episode? Idk... I feel kinda meh about it? I don't wanna come across as negative and the rest of this will mostly be stuff I enjoyed since I actually did enjoy the majority of it and as an episode in itself, it was good but idk... the fact the finale is all that's left, I feel like it's gonna be rushed... or the actual action is gonna be over super quick etc and loose ends won't get tied up... and I hate to say it, but I am kinda now doubting what is in store for dk fans in the finale? I would have thought this episode would have had more than it did, I gotta say. Idk... I just felt I had to say that to begin with.

Sigh, Kory continues to be and will forever be my absolute favourite. Idgaf what haters say and shit, I love Anna as Kory. I really do. She might not be like some of the versions people know Kory from but I think she brings close qualities and if anything makes this version of Kory edgier. Like, I absolutely adore her. Starfire is my absolute favourite DC character. Always has been, always will. I basically support any and all versions of my baby girl since DC doesn't spotlight her as much as they should cos she's fucking amazing.

Kory's dreaming and shit has me nervous for her. Like, we all know by now some bad shit goes down and happens to Kory. I am so dreading it. I know that she's gonna be fine from BTS stuff but like... it's still gonna hurt like a motherfucker.

Mercy was an interesting addition this season, I gotta say. I like the actress a lot since her days on Coronation Street (UK soap opera) and honestly, seeing her get choke slammed by Kory had me grinning but I like in the end she is purely like fuck it, take the documents, whatevs. Gar was also hilarious in that scene like no we don't need them all but I'm taking them ehehehehe. XD

Was... Was I missing something with May?? Like I thought she was dead when he burnt her ass up last episode? I was really confused cos she was just walking about like that didn't happen. Did she die and come back or was she never dead?? What... was that bodybag scene in the last ep real? I thought it was a dream. It was weird. I mean she dead af now and I enjoyed her as Mother Mayhem; she really had the villain oomf. Sebastian is... lacking in comparison.

In addition to that, Sebastian had potential to be scary but honestly, he comes off as a whiney mamas boy like he is grating. XD

Conner... my boy, I am always so left and right with you. I'm glad he is actually team Titans but... idk something in me still isn't trusting his ass XD. Like, I thought the bit with him and Dick in the tunnel was him tricking Dick or something but seems legit. We'll agree to like Conner and trust him... for now. XD

So, I didn't mind the Jason and Tim scenes but fuck me, wrong time. Like, I'm sorry. It felt so badly placed. We are at the penultimate episode and we're now just getting some Tim training as Robin with Jason? Nah, I was annoyed. And, they spent so many scenes on it?? Like miss me with that bs. It felt unnecessary, imo.

Another sour note, I feel like we actually could have had a lot more Kory scenes considering the episode was called Project Starfire. Like, damn. I promise, that's my only really salty thing.

Now, ahem... the dickkory scene on the balcony was cute af. It really nicely reflected the scene in S1 at the motel. But, it was too shorttt! Their sweet scenes are just... always too short for my liking which is disappointing. I'm happy for all and any scenes but jeez.

Gar and Rachel talking about wanting a change and shit, I was like are y'all gonna leave the famjam?? Cos I will not be emotionally okay if that happens. I literally just saw a certain new hero film where this was also a thing like pls CAN YOU NOT. My heart can't.

Lmao, Dick in the chamber thing when they were powering the orb thing was hilarious. Like, boy done fucked up the whole plan bc of his own anxiety for his wife. It was cute and his concern was very obvious.

Also, side note, the bit where Dick, Rachel and Gar appear where Kory is with Mercy made me giggle. Like Dick was so huffy like 'Making new friends?' and it was unusual like in this series its a real rarity that Dick is annoyed at something Kory has done like he has let her get away with literal murder whilst batting eyelashes at her. So, it was like tehe. Ya know? I'm assuming others know what I mean.

ALSO. When in the chamber thing as they got to 98% and before Dick fucked it up, did you guys notice Kory's eyes? That tiny bit where it went a bit slower and her eyes like flickered from glowing to normal? Was that something up with her powers or am I imagining shit?

I think that's mostly my thoughts. I still don't know how to feel on the episode. It didn't blow me away and I feel like with penultimate episode, I should be? I got excited in like the very last minute where he blows the horn and Kory's like 'There's only one way to end this. My way.' like bitch is dead serious and I'm scared for my girl.

I'm hoping the finale is really good buuut... I have also seen screeners really hyping it up and I'm just not trusting it. So, I think I'm gonna try and go into the finale with as less an expectation as possible to avoid crushing disappointment. I'm not gonna have any theories or anything or scenes that I would ideally like bc I think that's how you get set up for disappointment.

I'm gonna enjoy the ride and just see where the finale takes us. Weird that this time next week, Titans will be over. Sad times. :(

One upside, I'm working til 3pm next week so I am gonna try my absolute HARDEST to avoid tumblr and just not look at the tags so I remain blissfully unaware of what happens. Even if it kills me.

Each week when I am at work and a new episode of Titans comes out, I literally refresh the dc titans and dickkory tag like a thousand times to get me through the day.

Anyways! Hope others liked this episode and see y'all for the finale!

[dionysus-is-my-dude]

Hi, I’m Luna. And I’m psychotic...

I’m up past my bedtime. So I’m already loopy.

I was a weird kid. A WEIRD kid. I knew I was weird. My family knew I was weird. My teachers and classmates knew I was weird. I always seemed both behind and ahead of other kids my age. I was the teacher’s pet, always doing well in class, always wanting to learn, always wanting to participate. I was always an honour student and won awards for my schoolwork. But, amongst my peers, I seemed younger than them, mentally. While other girls were talking about boys and make-up and stuff like that, I was still wanting to have sleepovers, play pretend, and read scary stories to each other. I was both the “mom” friend and the “baby”. I cared so MUCH about fictional characters, but so very LITTLE about real people. I liked dark, scary things, but also Disney princesses. I went through so many “phases”: tomboy, goth, prep, emo, punk, idgaf.

Everyone else was finding out who they were, growing out of their childhood and into adulthood. They were learning to pay bills, to have sexual relationships, and other stuff that are practically “expected” of young people these days. But I was struggling believing I was the reincarnation of Jane Austin, or that I was an alien trapped in a human body. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why everyone around me was growing and adapting as they got older, but I was still wanting to play on playgrounds, talk about space, play games, and have sleepovers where we sleep in the same bed. I get mocked by my family for liking Marvel so much, for not being “mature” enough to handle watching “Game of Thrones”, for loving Disney, and for wanting to stay home and write or craft all day instead of working.

For a really long time, I thought I was anything other than human: an alien, a fairy, a mermaid, an “Indigo Child”. I thought there HAD to be a strange reason as to why I’m just so different than everyone around me. I became a hypochondriac, thinking I was schizophrenic, or autistic. (No, I no longer think I’m autistic, guys.) I fit so many symptoms, but also not ENOUGH. I know for a FACT that I have psychotic depression, anxiety, OCD, ADD, agoraphobia, and sensory processing disorder. I’ve already been diagnoses with those.

I don’t know why I’m typing this all up instead of going to bed. I should’ve been in bed two hours ago. I just feel weird today for some reason. Maybe relief after a really, really stressful semester of college? I’ve been feeling really light and strange, and I’ve been watching videos about mental illness, and I’m writing an alien story and it’s got me thinking about myself again.

Psychotic depression is actually considered rare, even though, apparently, one in four patients with depression experience psychotic symptoms, too. My psychosis is mostly paranoia. I don’t like leaving the top floor of my house -my floor-, because I think someone will break in and attack me. I don’t like being in the dark because I think there’s a demon or something after me and just waiting to get me when I’m vulnerable. I think aliens are observing me at all times, especially on the flat ledges outside my rooms. I think that the government watches me and thinks I’m a threat.

Then there’s the delusions. I think I’m the reincarnation of princesses, of Jane Austin, and other important women in history. I think I’m this “saviour” of humanity, that I’m meant to bring about world peace. I think I’m the next step in human evolution (Indigo Child). I think that, if aliens were to visit me, they would take me away and teach me as one of their own. I think that I was never meant to be human, that I was meant to be something else, something purer and better than humans.

Then there’s the hallucinations. Yeah, I get ‘em. No voices or visuals. I smell and taste things that aren’t there. Usually sweets, which is abnormal apparently (most people smell terrible things), and cigarette smoke. I also feel touches when no one is around me. Like a hand on my shoulder or back. This really fuels my paranoia, making me think it’s a ghost or an alien.

I’m crazy. “No, Luna, don’t call yourself that. That’s offensive.” I’m gonna say it again: I’m crazy. I’m legally mentally ill and disabled. I’m insane. There are days where I’m extremely ashamed about that, and days where I tell total strangers about my mental illnesses. (I have a problem oversharing to people I don’t know very well because I’m so damn lonely.) I STILL sometimes spend hours online searching for an “answer” as to why I’m struggling so much. Could it just be my current mental illnesses that I’ve already been diagnosed with and am being treated for right now? Absolutely. There’s always new information coming out that my sponge-brain seeps up like liquid crack.

And yet...and yet...for all the information out there about my mental illnesses and disabilities, I still struggle. A LOT. And my family still mocks me. A LOT. And I know there are good times and bad times when it comes to mental illnesses, especially ones as serious as psychosis and anxiety, but...am I manic right now? I think I’m manic right now. But I’m not bipolar. Why am I still typing? It’s been half an hour since I last checked the time. I’m watching ironic tik toks on YouTube and not paying attention at all. That one was funny, though. Is this what it feels like to be high? I took all my meds today! Oh, but I WAS off my antipsychotics for, like, two weeks because I’m a piece of shit who doesn’t refill her scripts on time! I think I’m having a breakdown. I’m so sorry. I’m going to bed. I have tomorrow off. I’m gonna sleep as much as I can and wake up feeling like a zombie. I hope grandma is here tomorrow so I don’t wake up alone cuz i’ll freeak out. Good night! Stay Safe!

[sweetfirebird]

4: What are some of your favorite tropes? And/or 15: How do you name settings/characters?

4. To read or to write? I’ve noticed I read a lot of things I never write. I have nothing against writing them, I just never seem to. Like I haven;’t done any sort of mermaid type story but I keep meaning to. (Tropes I will read or try to read, in no particular order: soulmate AUs–and yet I mostly pick them apart idk, shifter AUs, fake dating, enemies to friends–or enemies to reluctant allies to friends to lovers idgaf–or, fuck, sometimes allies/sometimes enemies in a tortured sexy orbit of feelings around each other, ABO–but I hate the sexist bullshit ones and like the weird ones that explore it AS something weird or subversive or just interesting, soldier/scientist, warrior or champion/prince or princess, and um… a bunch more.) 

Wait, I do write some of those. I just get distracted with emotional side quests. 

Anyway, some of my favorite tropes to write: enemies to friends to lovers (mostly in fanfic more than my published stuff), soulmates (in my way)  shifters (lol), SOLDIER/SCIENTIST AND CHAMPION/PRINCESS ARE JUST TWO SIDES TO THE SAME COIN, BITCHES AND IT’S MY FAVORITE FUCKING COIN.

Ahem.Look. Sometimes I write that trope super obvious and cheesy and it’s great (Space Gays, you guys.), and sometimes I write it where you think there is one obvious warrior and one obvious princess but you would be wrong (Ideas of Sin), and sometimes it’s less of a scientist and more of a half-fairy, and sometimes the champion is a barista, or a fairy, or a tree spirit, and they don’t actually get to do battle in their respective stories. But the trope? Alive and well at the base of all of them. 

(Sadly, I am not drunk or anything right now. This answer is the result of a root beer float. You are welcome.) 

15. WOO BOY. Well. How do I pick names for settings/characters? Uh. A combination of wanting names that reflect who they are, imagining if the other character can possibly say it in a serious or sexy way, and um… sometimes honestly just wanting to put in a hidden message or joke in there. 

So say. You have a big scary troll. He is huge. He’s badass. A veteran. Scarred. Wears leather. So humans call him Tank. 

But his personality is not scary. He was born someone’s baby. He was soft and little (for a troll). So his real name, the one almost knows in this human world, is Clarence. Because it’s cute and just funny, and a little sad. (Also, to be a nerd. Culturally, it’s an old-fashioned name. One probably most associated with the angel in It’s A Wonderful Life.) 

But then I need to really add something to remind people that he is the new version, the new generation’s neighborhood hero. (Heroes are products of their time.) The last hero isn’t dead, but his time is fading, and the police are not willing to step in to do the job they are supposed to do (except for Calvin Parker). The last hero’s surname is Guerrero, which means warrior. 

So Tank’s last name is Krieger, which means warrior. 

This isn’t to say that I think everyone’s names through that much. But I did make a very nerdy name joke in the notes for a new witchy boys. So, it’s a recurring thing. 

Theo’s name is just because he is adorable and soft and I wanted him to have a name that sounded as soft as he is. Zeki’s name is weird and out of place in that town, and it’s a sound combination we aren’t used to hearing. It’s got that sharp Z sound. 

Also… I have a small thing for someone having one name, usually a shorter version of their name but sometimes a nickname, and their beloved calling them by their long name. It pops up sometimes. It’s similar to the beloved being the only one to call them by a special nickname. This is… very obvious. I am very obvious. I know it. 

Cities are just a combination of me being a history nerd and too lazy to use a real city because I’d have to research more.