#Taddison

[pyroweasel]

Asking for the oc romance thing and making u think -

10, 11?, and 13 for taddison (whichever one is the soothes/annoys ones)

And 10 for hazing because I want to hear how you phrase it

Rude. (jkjk)

Taddison

10: 'What is your OC's favorite trait of their partner's? What's their partner's favorite trait of theirs?'

Trep's favorite trait of Addison's is that he is always willing to go head to head with whoever, if he has to. Ofc this is Trep, so it's even more specific in that he likes that Addison will butt heads with *him* but it's still an endearing trait all over. It was one of the first things he started appreciating about Addison - that he would throw down with an Impostor if it meant helping his crew.

Addison's favorite trait of Trep's is that he's a hot alien. And I'm kind of not kidding? Fkgng I mean, there is plenty not related to looks that Addison very much appreciates about Trep but I keep coming back to his first thoughts being about. Touching Trep. Soft hair and tentacles and sharp teeth. The way he cuddles, gets all soft and limp when he's comfortable - what, I think Addison deserves to be a little shallow sometimes.

11: 'What's one thing about your OC's partner that annoys them? What's one thing about your OC that annoys their partner? How do they deal with that?'

This one is probably pretty obvious. One thing about Trep that annoys Addison is that he has very loose and often non-existant morals. That what ethics and sympathy he has only really extend to Addison and people Addison likes. This is something thags definitely *improved* over time, but over all Trep is very selfish in this way and it can be problematic.

One thing about Addison that annoys Trep is almost exactly the opposite - and it's the same thing he loves about him. He will go toe to toe with anyone, take on anything, run himself ragged to the bone - and there are times when it's a fine line between strength and recklessness. And trying to keep Addison from self-destructing or running himself to death is a full time job, sometimes.

13: 'What's one thing about your OC's partner that soothes your OC? What's one thing about your OC that soothes their partner?'

I think the answer is the same for them both, sorry if that seems like a cop-out - but it's that the other is *there.*

It takes him time to get there, but eventually Trep comes to understand that Addison isn't going to leave him. Isn't going to abandon him. If he needs a warm body to cuddle or someone to listen to him rant or someone to come hunting with him - Addison will be there. And he can trust that if for any reason Addison *cant* be there, he has a good reason for it and will be honest with Trep about why.

Similarly, Addison knows that Trep has his back without hesitation. That even in the hardest moments when it feels like the whole world is on his shoulders, and everything is going wrong, Addison never has to face it alone because Trep is there.

Hazing 10: 'What is your OC's favorite trait of their partner's? What's their partner's favorite trait of theirs?'

Freak matches Freak man what more do you want me to say?

Jkjk

Well, Hazel's favorite physical trait of Fleece's is their eyes - he hates being stared at but he loves looking in there so what are you gonna do? This wasn't always true and developed in time - and the reason why he likes their eyes is really because of his favorite over all trait about them which is that they pay attention to him. When their eyes are on him that's because they're *looking* at him, usually staring even, and once Hazel gets past the discomfort he could really just lose himself in there ("there" being the sensation of being *known* and seen)

Fleece's favorite trait of Hazel's? Funny idiot guy. Will tell off anything and everything - consequences be damned. Gets knocked down and gets right back up again. His absolute confidence in everything he says and does is so misguided and undeserved and it's funny as hell to see. Hazel takes himself so, so seriously but he's literally the only one who does. Also makes him a fun chewtoy. Bite and squeeze him but he just bounces right back. Enrichment toy.

[fatalelity]

taddison returns ! this time looking more like "noble woman at a party who was stuck on a ship and now this is her fit for 2 acts"

[redactedweasel]

10,000 Lightning Bugs

Just a little quick Taddison thing I've been on and off thinking about for awhile. Will probably upload to AO3 eventually but I just don't have the energy right now.

No content warnings apply

The sun has barely set - it's gone from the sky, but a vivid dusting of reds and oranges remains in its place. It's not quite enough to light the thick woods, but instead leaves them in a thin, dusky darkness. 

It is, in Addison's mind, the perfect time. The woods around his home are spectacularly alive - full of bird songs and frog calls and everything in between. It is also one of the best times for fishing - which is what finds him sat on a damp, muddy shore, line and a single foot both in the water. 

Every now and then, he hears the crunch of leaves or a snap of a stick from somewhere behind him. Addison had tried to introduce Trep to the concept of fishing - but the Impostor had found the activity entirely too passive. Addison had also tried telling Trep that he didn't have to come out just to be bored - but Trep had insisted, nonetheless. Whether he was being watchful, or just enjoyed being outside in some capacity, Addison couldn't be sure. 

He wasn't going to say no to the company, though. 

The sudden quiet is deafening, and as soon as Addison registers it he feels the hairs on his neck rise. It's stupid, he knows that logically - this is not a ship in space, besieged by others who could possibly equal Trep. This is earth, and the woods Addison grew up in, and a place in which Trep was by and far the most dangerous thing. 

Still, he can't shake the unease. So Addison stabs his fishing rod into the bank, gets to his feet, and turns to investigate. He bites his tongue, at first, with caution honed on dangerous journeys - but then Addison shakes his head with an internal scowl. 

Woods. Home. The biggest threat is Trep deciding it'd be fun to jump him from the quickly growing shadows. 

"Trep?" He calls, and he staunchly ignores the part of him that finches at the obvious echo of his own voice. 

"Over here."

Trep's voice - close and calm - is an instant balm. The anxiety that had been rapidly building in Addison dissipates almost as quickly, and in its place it leaves curiosity. He follows the voice, pushes through a clump of bushes and grass, and comes to a stop when he spots Trep standing in a small, partially overgrown clearing. 

The area is practically ablaze with fireflies. They pulse in alternating patterns that keep the encroaching darkness at bay. For Addison, it isn't a new sight - but that doesn't detract from the beauty of it. And even if he weren't awed by the fireflies themselves, there was no way he could have ignored Trep. 

The glow of the fireflies echoes off of Trep's skin, his hair - but most catchingly are his eyes. He is staring at the scene around him in something approaching wonderment, and the light glinting off his widened eyes makes them sparkle and dance and shine. He reaches a hand out towards a cluster of fireflies, watches them flit haphazardly away from his fingers. Addison can see Trep breathing - slow but shallow things. 

It's such a strange sight, so soft and unlike the bloodthirsty Impostor at its center. Addison finds himself taken in regardless - struck in place as heated adoration swells in his chest. It takes him a long moment to move again, but when he does he crosses over to Trep and stands just behind the Impostor. 

"They're like tiny stars," Trep says, a hush in his voice as if he's afraid to spook them. 

"Watch," Addison says. He steps slightly around Trep, then reaches out and carefully cups his hands around a firefly. He turns towards Trep, opens his hands, and watches as Trep's eyes follow the quickly fleeing bug. The Impostor is quick to mimic - he steps forward, his eyes seem to focus, and then he reaches out and manages to curl his hands carefully around a small handful of fireflies. 

Trep brings his hands to his face and carefully opens them - there is a brief burst of glow along the skin of his cheeks, and then the fireflies scatter away from him. His eyes dart quickly, hopping between each bug until they merge once more into the grand collection surrounding them both. 

"Beautiful," Trep says after a long second, eyes turned slightly up at a group of fireflies that climb high into the sky. 

"Beautiful," Addison agrees - but his eyes continue to trace the glow that dances along Trep's cheeks.

[sadistiicsarchive-blog]

text ;; crush ok

addison: so how's that new girlfriend of urs lol???

addison: she doesn't deserve you you know

addison: you're too good for her

[mandsrps]

"I made you dinner!" for gopher, "I haven’t had sex in a really long time, I’m feeling kind of pissy." for peden, and "You swore you’d never do this to me!" for taddison B)

Is your icon that dragon from How To Train Your Dragon you fucking dORK 

"I made you dinner!"

Sophia knitted her brows, looking up from her school work and getting up from the fairly comfortable bed. The brunette walked to the opened door, poked her head out, and took in a large breath through her nose. The house did smell of food, and it wasn’t particularly bad. Grayson had in fact made dinner. Sophia then turned towards the bedroom, tossing the pencil  she was holding somewhere inside and not particularly caring where it landed. She could always find it later. Her sense of smell lead her all the way to the kitchen, where Grayson had a plate of food waiting for them in the center of the table. Sophia had been hounded with school work the past few days, and with Grayson grading papers there wasn’t much time for them to make dinner and sit as a couple. Sophia was pleasantly surprised and imminently wrapped her arms around Grayson, letting her lips plant soft kisses on his freshly shaved jawline. “The pancakes smell really good,” she mentioned. “Although I did wish you could make something other than breakfast food.” She smirked his way, letting go and walking her way to the table.

"I haven’t had sex in a really long time, I’m feeling kind of pissy." 

If Parker’s eyes could pop out of his head, they would right now. They were so wide with surprise he wondered if Eden could even tell. His cheeks were starting to heat up, hands getting clammy as his heart raced in his chest cavity. He knew Eden was well aware that Parker was a virgin. A cute, soft, embarrassed by the word 'sex' kind of virgin at that. She was his first kiss a while back, and even that startled him at first. They had yet to take it to that step in their relationship, it having been a little rocky due to the fact he almost died along with his family by her doing. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to, though. Many lonely nights in his room confirmed this. In Parker’s mind it wouldn’t have went down like this though, Eden pouting on the couch after giving him the cold shoulder all day. He wasn’t asking for roses and a declaration of her love for him but it could have been better than this, right? Nevertheless, Parker finally cleared his throat after letting the room fall silent for several minutes. “I could, um, try and, ugh… help you out, I guess?” 

 ”You swore you’d never do this to me!” 

Tatum was sick to her stomach with guilt. Addison— her Addison— was upset and wailing and this rarely ever happened. Addison was so good at keeping it cool and being so good with Tatum figuring things out. The red head wad the only girl Tatum had ever felt things towards and that was scary. Women were supposed to like men, right? But they disgusted Tatum in every aspect. Their facial hair and their smell and the way they touched her during sex just made her uneasy. And Addison was so patient with her, allowing her to keep their relationship under wraps from her Slytherin friends that did nothing but tease and torment the girl. It made Tatum angry, but she had to live with it for now. Even calling Addison a mudblood behind her back, to which Addison had overheard and decided this wasn’t a topic she could let fly by. Tatum had made this mistake once before, and the other girl was right, she had promised not to do it again. “Addison, I’m sorry,” she spoke softly. “But you don’t understand, they have to hear me say that! They already sense something going on between us, and I can’t lose them! They’re all I have…” ‘besides you’, she wanted to add. But she didn’t. Tatum wasn’t sure if she’d have Addison after this, but she hoped she would. She really, really hoped she would. 

[pyroweasel]

Taddison with Fames cause I wanna see what you do with that :)

👉👉

CW for...hunting, I guess? Lots of prey/blood/biting/etc sort of talk.

Takes place in the Trep and Trepper universe - I'll probably throw it on as a new chapter to the Pup series here in a bit.

Trep lets Addison live longer than is likely proper. The excuses are easy to come by - he's still healing, he's not at his prime, Trepper is clearly attached to the human - but eventually the excuses fall away, and Trep turns instead to not thinking about it. There is time yet, plenty of it in fact, before they get to Earth. There's no harm in letting the human live a little longer - especially as he's so willing to babysit in the meanwhile. 

Trep thinks he may even let Addison live until they very nearly land - at least, he considers it, right up until he realizes the bodies they feed on have turned. It's Trepper who clues him in - the whelp seems to pick up the subtle scent of rot first, and even he refuses to eat spoiled flesh. 

There are ways around it, of course. They can both live just fine off of the humans' meals - and now with so few mouths to feed, there are plenty of extra rations. MREs are not nearly so satisfying, though, and it's difficult to imagine living off of them when there remains fresh meat. 

Days tick by where they try it, anyway - but Trepper is unhappy and if Trep is honest he's not much better off himself. He grows hungry, and then ravenous, and it's not so much about the sustenance as it is about the sensations. There is nothing satisfying about badly packed, disgusting 'meat' that might make you sick if you're unlucky - it is nothing like hunting. Sinking teeth into fresh, still moving flesh. Ripping, tearing - it torments Trep. 

When it becomes too much, he decides he's had enough. There comes a night where Trep settles Trepper down as usual and then, once the child is deeply asleep, Trep slips away. 

He finds Addison quickly enough, of course, but he's not willing to give the game up so quickly. So, Trep hunts - he follows the human about as Addison finishes up a few wayward tasks. Trep slips through the vents, along the hallways, watches from corners. 

He can tell when Addison realizes something's wrong - whether it's because of Trep's absence or some human prey instinct. The man's pulse spikes, anxiety thickens the air - it makes Trep's blood pound in turn, his hearts speed in anticipation of the kill.

Trep makes his move as Addison strides in a quickened pace down the hallway to his quarters. The Impostor leaps from a nearby vent and lunges - he pins Addison to the wall, the human's front pressed to the metal, and keeps him trapped there with claws and tentacles and sheer strength. 

Wordlessly, Addison fights - and Trep is taken off guard by the human"s ferocity. It's not enough to move Trep, of course - he has already had his fun and now that his prey is caught, he isn't interested in playing around. He is stronger, by far, than Addison - and it is easy to keep the man pinned. Still, it's impressive just how much strength Addison brings to bear. 

Trep can't stop a slight curve in his lips as the human thrashes beneath him. 

"Get the fuck off of me," Addison finally finds his voice, and in response Trep hums. 

"Sorry Captain, no can do," he answers, even as he shifts a little closer, eyes finding the back of Addison's neck. "For what it's worth, you might be the only human I've ever really found pleasant to be around. Still, I'm starving - and unfortunately for you, you're the only meal left around."

"We had a deal," Addison spits. He kicks back with a leg, and Trep growls softly as it connects rather solidly with a knee. As if in retort, Trep's abdominal maw parts, drool gathers in anticipation - but even as he lowers the mouth in his face towards Addison's neck, he can't help but banter in return. 

"More fool you for trusting an Impostor," Trep murmurs. He parts his jaws, turns his head, and latches them around the back of Addison's neck. He presses, slightly, and as he does he feels Addison go all at once still as stone - except for his pulse, which is racing so quickly it's hard to separate the beats from each other. Trep feels a thrill at the way it races beneath his teeth. 

All it would take is one clean bite. Simple. Efficient. A quick death, even, for a human Trep reluctantly admired. And yet. 

Yet. 

Trep finds himself struck nearly as still as Addison. Flesh is almost broken beneath his teeth but - not quite. Blood rushes at the surface of Addison's skin, but does not yet flood Trep's mouth. Flesh, prey, a real meal - it is at his mercy but still Trep can't move. 

Beneath the bitter, salty scent of fear there is something else. Something familiar, although Trep hasn't ever put a name to it before. It is Addison - a scent unique to the human, a scent that has invaded more of Trep's surroundings than he has realized. A scent that, through the bloodlust and the hunger, registers as familiar. Important. 

Safe. 

Trep growls, but despite his urging his teeth do not clamp any further. Addison trembles - it and his stillness the only outward signs of fear the human has shown. Because Addison is strong. Addison, who looked an injured and violent Impostor in the eye and still helped him. Addison, who only held on and did his best to calm the small Impostor desperate to hurt him. 

Addison, who sings to Trepper when he thinks they're alone. Who treats the boy like his own. Who speaks to Trep like an equal - banters with him in a way he has never experienced before. 

Trep is ravenous, wants nothing more than something fresh and alive to fill his stomach. To feed his child. 

But this is Addison. 

And Trep can't do it. 

His teeth loosen, he relinquishes his many grips. He steps away, suddenly more unsure than he has ever been in his life. His hearts still pound, but their beat feels different now. His blood still runs hot, but he thinks it must be for another reason. 

Then Addison looks over his shoulder - dark eyes full of confusion meet Trep's. 

And the Impostor turns and flees back the way he came, all at once panicked by a new and strange sort of hunger that he just doesn't understand. 

[pyroweasel]

It's one thing to be super focused and obsessed over a piece of media at large.

It's another to be the above on a specific character from said media - especially when that character is of your own making.

Like why can't I just be so focused on all of them? There's plenty of space you guys you can share.

[redactedweasel]

It’s Kinktober time babey

The notes pretty much outline everything but -

1) Characters of Crim and Fable, of course, belong to @ambathy

2) Just assuming whatever I manage to do will be KFC related, but maybe if I’m feeling frisky I’ll throw a Taddison in there sometime. No promises though.

3) Please no expectations ;_; I don’t often get very far in these things...but I wanna do a few at least!

4) Listed it as an original work because I’ll likely be jumping from Among Us au to Royal Au and who knows, maybe others too. So I didn’t want to limit myself, or fill up the Among Us tag.

Anyway, here is Day 1: Overstimulation (Among Us Au based)

[pyroweasel]

If you had to pick 1 song to sum up each one of ur ocs (Or just the favs) what songs would u choose

Okay here's what I've got so far.. With some bonuses because I will not be caged by rules /j

After Trep and Addison it was kinda difficult... Still not sure about Skitch. But I'm happy with what I landed on for Keet. Will probably end up reblogging this later with at least something for Skitch.. Gonna give my ipod a listen on the way home. At any rate, here's what I've got:

Trep: You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

Bonus: Magic - Emii (NSFW)

Addison: Seein' Red - Unwritten Law

(Bonus Taddison Songs: like four different songs from Breathe Carolina to include Hit And Run, Waiting, Blackout, and Get Off Easy) 

Jamie: Good To Be Alive - CG5

Keet: Idiot - Squarehead Feat. Klayton Of Celldweller.

[redactedweasel]

Hi there. I am a big fan of Had To Be You, and yesterday this band called Starset came onto my playlist and there were some songs that had be thinking of Trep and Addison/their universe. Starset's songs have space themes so I won't bog you with a full list but "Satellite" by them. If you get the chance to check out their song lyrics, please let me know which one you think would be a good Traddison song too. Thanks for being my fav, and have a good day. :)

Firstly - thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoyed the fic, and I appreciate you reaching out! 💕

And also, big thank you for the recommendation. I knew the band sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place how I knew them. But I've heard My Demons, at least. Other than that one, I've only looked at some lyrics so far as I can't really listen right at the moment. But I'm definitely going to check them out more later!

For now, I agree entirely with you - Satellites has big Taddison energy to be sure. A very good pick. Also thanks, because a few other of their songs work really well for other OC's of mine! My Demons I really like for Skitch/Jamie, and lyrically Carnivore has big Keet vibes.

Like I said, I'll definitely be listening more to them later. Thanks again! :D