#The switch between how is usually what gets him XD

[iimexpensiive]

Wukong ONLY learned how to drive motorcycles — primarily cause he was bored and thought they were cool. He cannot drive a normal car to save his life, he's not bad BUT he gets confused and he has a lead foot sometimes.

[tizeline]

I'm guessing that after season finale, Leo sneaking out to see Donnie is in secret. Is there a moment where Leo's other brothers find out? Do they feel betrayed, or do they assume it's part of Leo's master plan to have Donnie switch over?

Is there moments Leo stays the night at the lair cuz of tensions at home, or just because he wants to hang out with Donnie more?

Love your AU!!

Okay so here's the thing. Before the season one finale, Leo would always worry so much about living up to expectations, about what his family would think of him. This led to him keeping many secrets, his interest in Lou Jitsu plus human media and pop-culture in general, his frequenting NYC and Run Of The Mill, all of that he would spend years keeping closely hidden from his father and brothers. Then later he'd also have to hide his tense but slowly improving relationship with Donnie and his doubts about Draxum's world domination plan. When the season one finale happens and Leo teams up with Donnie, the cover is blown and essentially all of those closely guarded secrets are exposed.

So after that, Leo is done with secrets, he's tired of putting on an act all the time. His family already knows that he's befriended Donnie at this point, and not in the way they wanted. They know that he interacts with human society, and so what? Instead of hiding this part of himself, Leo does the opposite and brags about it, shoving in their face. Basically any time Leo leaves to go hang out with Donnie he will let everyone know and then teleport away in front of their faces lol. (Jokes on Leo, he is still very much putting on an act, this time it's just an act of indifference. He is very much bothered by the tension between him and his family, especially between him and his dad, but he doesn't want to admit to anyone else or himself that that's the case)

But Leo does absolutely sometimes stay overnight at Donnie's place, both as an act of rebellion but also because Draxum's displeasure with Leo really gets to him and he just doesn't wanna deal with that sometimes.

Both Draxum and Mikey are, uh, a bit salty over the whole Dark Armor fiasco, including Leo's kinda-sorta-not-really-but-also-technically-betrayal. So they have a pretty pissy attitude during this part of the story XD and Leo running yelling about HOW MUCH FUN he's having with HIS TWIN BROTHER and also how Leo was TOTALLY RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING just makes them more annoyed (and they're not even twins??? where did leo get that idea from, what is he on about???).

Meanwhile, Raph does agree with Leo when it comes the fact that destroying humanity is not a very cool thing to do, but he still doesn't exactly vibe with humans. Needless to say, he's a bit conflicted about everything which causes him to usually get caught in the middle of Leo's and Draxum + Mikey's beef where he's stuck trying to play mediator. He's not super happy with Leo running off on his own all the time to hang out with Donnie considering it means interacting with April and Splinter, which he still doesn't trust. It's not until Raph starts tagging along (partly to make sure Splinter isn't gonna kidnap Leo too haha) that he starts agreeing more with Leo's stance on things and realizes that April and Splinter are pretty cool actually.

[fillinforlater]

Master['s] Ball[s]

Male Reader x Choi Yena

Length: 2788 words

Tags: a totally normal gaming night, playing games, cute friendship, having fun, helping each other, grinding, sex as a reward, blow job, playing with testicles, balls, balls, balls, Yena really likes sucking you, jerking you off, soft dom, violent orgasm, pajama party gone wild

Inspiration: that Yena pic as well as some crazy ideas/implementation of Pokemon elements (I do not claim them to be right, just go along with it xD)

(A/N: I wanted to keep it at about 1k, but I went wild xD I feel obliged to @usedpidemo and @worldsover but it's for all of you Yena lovers out there!)

“Ugh, dang it! I can’t beat this guy.”

Yena slams a hand on her blanket and sulks. It has not been her night. Usually, she is bubbly and energetic when the two of you play games together, but today, both her luck and skill seem to have run out. She can’t get past this one difficult enemy, who has a strong matchup against her. 

Peek over her shoulder as she walks across the world to buy items and once again tries to beat her nemesis. She is playing on her 3DS, one of the older Pokemon versions, in her memory the hardest. You have been too occupied with your own handheld device, a gray Gameboy with small scratches and concerning dents, to know how she is doing. 

Yena calls both your console and taste in games ancient and does not understand your obsession with the old, funky sound track and graphics. She will play with you, sure, but she prefers the newer games, the bigger worlds, the mostly easier games to play. No wonder she starts to whine at her first challenge. You giggle.

“Should I help you?” you ask Yena and rub her shoulder to cheer her up. A cute girl in pink pajamas with a pink 3DS and pink fingernails should not get sad over a game, especially if there is someone who could help her. She just has to swallow her pride.

“No, I can do it on my own!” Yena responds and starts up the fight again. At first she is confident, calculated, her attacks connect, but as the battle continues, her Pokemon faint. One by one, her opponent can take them out, always having an answer for what she throws at him. In the end, it’s a devastating defeat and Yena lowers the 3DS, which she had put close to her face, as if it was of any use.

“Ts,” she hisses after a second of awkward silence and turns to look at you. “He is too difficult, I bet you can’t beat him either.”

“Can I at least try?” you ask her with a smile and she hands you the console. You make your own adjustments before the fight and notice some of Yena’s pre-match mistakes. Switch around items and Pokemon, and leave her confused as she watches from the side, scooting her body close to you, almost sitting on you. 

“Do you want to sit in between my legs?” you laugh when she almost falls onto you. It’s not an honest question, just a show of how uncertain you are with her being this close. You’re not children anymore, no kindergarten friends, but adults, who flee from reality ever so often in colorful, exciting worlds. However, Yena’s answer stuns you.

“Yes, that would be so cool! Like when we were kids!”

You sit there and look at her with wide eyes, not moving, brain frozen with a mixture of conflicting emotions. There is thrill, a bit of fear, a droplet of child-like wonder and a sudden rush of… something warm in your chest. Yena suddenly takes matters into her own hands, pushing your legs apart and sitting down in between them, her back resting on your upper body. Your arms naturally fall around her and you have to put your chin on her shoulder to watch the two screens.

“Is this comfortable for you?” she asks kindly, her pink-pajama-covered legs touching your blue-pajama-covered legs.

“Ye-yeah, it’s n-nice,” you stutter and quickly try to focus on the battle ahead. Right from the get go it’s smooth. Watching Yena’s previous attempt, you have memorized the opponents playstyle and the attacks of his Pokemon. With smart play after smart play, you find answers for the things he throws at you.

Yena gasps in awe from time to time, shimming in excitement as you get closer and closer to succeeding. It’s like she is about to burst when you send out the final, winning hit and hear the triumphant music, but she holds herself back and wordlessly takes back her 3DS.

“And?” you ask her with a grin. “I did beat him. You didn’t believe me, but in the end, I’m still the Master at Pokemon.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Yena rolls her eyes and pouts her lips. “Well done, Pokemon Master. I would have beaten him too… eventually…”

“Don’t worry Yena, you’ll get there eventually.”

“Stop being so mean, ts.”

After your short banter, you expected her to get out from her seat in between your legs, but quite the opposite is true. She gets more comfortable, sinking into you like you're a chair and playing totally relaxed. You try to do the same, but after a bit of aimlessly wandering around in your own world of escapism, you turn off the Gameboy and decide to watch Yena play. 

It’s endearing, her adorable laugh at NPC’s textboxes, her attempts to hum the various melodies, her gasp when she finds a new Pokemon in the tall grass. Sadly, most of them run away or accidentally die before she can catch them, but you love the way she never gives up.

“What if I,” she suddenly says and turns to look at you, noses almost touching. 

“Wh-what is it, Yena?”

“What if I finally find a Jigglypuff and can't catch it? That would be really frustrating. They are so rare and easily the coolest Pokemon, but so rare. Can I ask you for help then?”

She looks at you with wide, adorable eyes, like a kitten who meows for food and someone to lovingly scratch her back. You can’t help but blush at her cuteness and pat her head.

“You can just get a Master Ball, you know? It’s not that hard to obtain in this game.”

“What is a Master Ball?”

“Wait, you don’t know the Master Ball? It’s an item which lets you catch every Pokemon on the first try, guaranteed.” 

“Really? That is so cool, please get me one!”

Yena eagerly hands you her pink console and you take charge of the controls once more. As you travel across the land, searching far and wide for the last couple of things to finish your quest for the item Yena so desperately wants. Speaking of Yena, she watches you play in awe, with dreamy eyes and adjusts her posture from time to time, which is not a big deal until—

Her butt reaches your crotch. You feel the softness of her, even through a couple of layers of pajamas you swear you can feel it right on your most private parts. You clear your throat, but Yena is oblivious to your signs and continues to melt her body into you, now even rubbing you. 

Focus back on the game, the task ahead will distract you. You can’t allow yourself to have lewd thoughts over Yena. She is your childhood friend, loyal from then to now and forever. Never would you allow yourself to think in that way about her—well, but her lips can probably do one word starting with ‘S’ very well, except for shouting and singing. 

No, focus. You need to get the Master Ball. If Yena can just get her Jigglypuff, her favorite Pokemon, and also favorite fighter in Smash, she would be all bubbly and her giggles would not only fill her room, but also your heart. With the Master Ball, this is basically guaranteed, so you carefully do your mission.

“Okay, I’m almost there,” you say frantically pushing buttons and Yena sways side to side, grinding herself more and more on your manhood.

“Yes, you can do it!” she shouts and for some reason starts to give quick taps to your cheek. Her smell can only be described as pink with a tiny hint of sweat coming from her pits and hands. During all the time you’ve spent with her you have never noticed this, but now it’s starting to mess with your mind. You don’t even really notice the last couple of inputs and the pop-up on the screen saying—

“You got it! The Master Ball, ya-hoo!”

Yena turns around and lunges at you. In your distracted state even her light, small frame can tackle you onto the mattress. Yena giggles gleefully at your shocked expression and reaches for the console. She saves the progress, then puts away the device just to lay her head onto your heaving chest. 

You feel your breath quicken and the pace of your heart reach a new height. Doesn’t help that her tummy presses right onto your dick and that you can't keep your lustful thoughts from spiraling further out of control.

"Thank you for the help," Yena coos and traces her finger along the side of your body, it tickles a little. "You truly are the Pokemon Master."

"N-no problem," you answer her with an awkward laugh, watching her finger drift further down until she lands right at a forbidden spot.

"Maybe I could help you with something too~?"

Wordlessly, Yena drags down your pajama pants along with your boxers. You feel your heart tighten in your chest and quickly hide your private parts behind timid hands, but shy words of rejection don't come past your lips.

Something about Yena's expression has you stunned, unable to think or move. She looks so happy, a bit giddy but still in control. With trembling, needy eyes she looks up to your face, down to your crotch, up to your face like she is watching an agonizingly slow ping-pong match. 

"I could feel it, you know? Let me help you with it."

She puckers her lips and moves them down to where she just sat. It's now up to you to remove your hands and let her have it or to call it off, tell her she is crazy for just suggesting something like this. You are friends, the type to play games to ignore all the responsibilities of life, from paying taxes and rent to political and family issues. No need to create more issues.

"You don't need to be embarrassed," Yena says with a small smile. "Just returning a favor. I promise it will feel good."

"I-I don't know."

"Trust me."

She puckers her lips. Shouting, singing—sucking, perhaps? Can you really be this bold, let her try it and maybe ruin something this important to you? She never had a boyfriend, so how would she know how to please someone?

"Trust me, okay?"

Yena repeats her words and you are tired of letting the doubts in your head repeat thrmselves. She is already this close to them, you might as well let her have it, and so you remove your hands from your cock and instead hide your flushed head.

"Hm, it looks a little different," Yena whispers as her face turns the same color as yours. "You are not really hard, but still… it looks big."

Somehow, your mouth feels dry. It isn't, you're not thirsty or anything, but for some reason it feels sticky. You barely get a whimper out when Yena sticks out her tongue to touch the tip of your semi-hard cock.

"Can I touch it?" Yena asks, her eyes big in excitement. You nod.

Carefully, Yena grabs the base of your cock and puts it upright. The soft touch of her fingers feels incredible, totally different from your own touch. The foreign hand, it's nice but you soon realize why it's also scary. She has no idea what it feels like to have a penis, so when she pulls up and rubs her hand too roughly over your cockhead, you yelp.

"Ye-Yena, ouch, ca-careful."

"So-sorry. I—oh my~"

Yena's jaw drops when she eyes your balls. Her puckered lips dive onto them and kiss them without hesitation and your knees flail in shock. That's what a mouth feels like on them, oh God.

"Master's Balls."

"What?"

"You know, like the it—"

"I get it, i-it's just so stupid."

The two of you chuckle. You feel tension vibrate out of your body, as if this isn't embarrassing, just a dumb little game you're playing. What could go wrong, really? 

"Sorry," Yena cackles and attacks your sack a bit bolder this time, trying to put it into her mouth whole. You watch her and groan at her tongue licking and grazing and spreading spit over them.

"How could you sa—ah!"

Your question ends in a moan when Yena starts to stroke up and down your shaft, getting it harder in the process.

"How could I what? Get you this hard~?" Yena teases and this time opts for only one of your balls, which easily fits into her eager mouth.

"S-s-say the, that Ma—fuck, Yena!"

Now she is pumping at a speed faster than you usually start with while watching porn. Come to think of it, a lot of the girls you watch porn of look similar to Yena. The cute type, with shapely lips and a bubbly personality. In all honesty, during some of the blowjob scenes, you thought of Yena doing it; but when you now open your eyes, which is hard with the mind-boggling pleasure on your sensitive balls, she is right there, doing it.

It’s better than the fake Yena of your imagination, world’s above than just your hand. The way she goes up and down your joystick, adds saliva to her hand and grips it with perfect tightness again, while suckling gleefully on your left ball, your right one—shit, she can call them whatever she wants, you’d even let her poke your balls. 

“Yena, y-you’re the best,” you moan and pat her head with shaky hands, watching her eyes peek behind your throbbing erection. 

“Hihi, thank you, Pokemon Master,” she giggles and licks up from your balls to your red tip. She guides out droplets of clear precum which has you accidentally trap her body with your knees when you tense up. Yena can take the hit without getting hurt, but the attitude in her scintillating eyes changes from one of playful joy to blissful desire.

“Wh-where did you l-learn this?”

“I was watching certain videos,” Yena lewdly giggles.

A pop and your balls are free. Boy, you can feel how they want to release the cum you didn’t know you had pent up. Yena notices it herself, which she emphasizes by cupping your balls and stopping her strokes but keeping a tight grip on your base.

“You are so full. Don’t get me wrong: I want you to explode in my hands, but first you have to admit it.

“Did you ever think about me doing this?”

Fuck, how does she—

“I—I would n—

“Yes, I did. Yena, I fantasized about your lips qu-quite often.”

“That’s good,” she coos and puts the slightest bit of pressure on your sack, making you hiss and slowly tear up. “Then why didn’t you tell me? We could have had fun for longer.”

“S-sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Be honest with me. Always.”

“O-okay.”

Yena rubs your cock on her cheek. She is so soft, such an adorable girl, but here she also is, going down on you. Past her ducky lips, into her warm mouth, your tip disappears. If she only learned this through watching porn, it’s impressive that she has you this close to an orgasm already. Then again, it’s Yena. Yena, who you notice is much more than just a gaming buddy.

“Th-that feels so good,” you groan. “I-I’m getting close.”

“I knew you’d like my mouth,” Yena says with a smile and suddenly starts to jerk you off rapidly. “But now cum from just my hand. Cum, like you’re watching a video, imagining me, like I’m not even here.”

“B-but, y-you are—fuck, Yena, I want you!”

Yena can’t hear you. She is too enamored with the taste and texture of your balls

which can’t hold their white stuff anymore. A final suck on each one of them and you violently release—Yena violently forces her cum out of you. She does not stop even as the ropes fly into the air and rain down on her head and your pajamas. 

With a harsh thud you crash back on the bed, your cock still wrung out by an eager Yena. It’s like a new kind of firework for her or the first snowfall of winter. Why else would she put out her tongue to catch some of it and get a taste? Wrinkles form on her forehead when she swallows it.

“Hm, pretty salty and… weird.”

“S-sorry,” you barely squeeze out, head spinning, legs twitching.

“Nah it’s fine.”

Yena climbs up to your sweat covered face. She has this huge grin on her face.

“I’ll have a lot of time to get used to the taste, right, Pokemon Master?”

[addicted-to-dc]

GK!Jason Todd x Bookseller!Reader - So Wilde

Yes, it's spelled like that for a reason XD. You can have another fic today, a gift from me to you. I love the little easter eggs and details in the Gotham Knights game so damn much.

Content: Fluff, accidental (illegal) drug use. Pretty tame, but I love this story so much.

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Gotham has its ups and downs when it comes to being a resident, but no one can deny the beauty of the city itself. The amount of history in one block alone would make a visiting historian go crazy if it weren’t for the villains that plague the city.

Luckily for you, you’re in a neighborhood that’s well protected by the remaining vigilantes in the city. Most visitors to Wilde’s Books have mentioned Batman’s never-ending absence, but you usually reassure them that there’s more than just Batman in Gotham.

Leaning back, you continue to read your novel as the door opens. The bell rings loud enough for you to just notice. Leaning forward, you see it’s your favorite customer, Jason. Smiling, you bookmark your spot and stand up.

“Jason! Good to see you, I have your order right here,” you say, turning around to snag a group of bound books on a shelf. “I swear you’re going to read through the whole store at this rate.”

He chuckles, “It’s for the home library. It’s seriously overdue for new additions.”

You place the books on the counter, removing the receipt before sliding them closer to Jason. Suddenly, you remember what you were holding for him. “One sec, I have other stuff for you.”

Turning around, you dig around in your secret stash until you finally find two books. You know he’s going to love these. Dramatically, you place the additional books next to his order. Jason shakes his head with a chuckle, used to your antics, but his laugh gets cut short.

“Oh my god, you found it?”

He instantly picks up one of the books, a rare first edition of his favorite series he’s always ranting about. His eyes drift to the other book. It’s the follow-up novel.

“Both of them? You’ve really outdone yourself this time, (Y/N),” he says. He goes to pull out his wallet, but you shake your head.

“On the house, you practically keep this store open with your spending habits,” you smirk, reaching for a tote bag. “Plus, I owe you for the food last time.”

Your smile fades as you feel a sudden zing of pain run through your head. Massaging your temples, you try to massage the pain away.

“You good, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply, the pain slowly subsiding. “I picked up my meds yesterday and apparently, they switched to a new brand or something.”

Your hand immediately reaches for a tote bag to place the books in, needing to possibly close the shop and sit down. Everything feels too loose, the divide between your thoughts and actions quickly blurring. Sudden heat rushes over your body, morphing into pins and needles before you find yourself on the ground.

Jason crouches next to you. You’re unable to hear his words for a few seconds, until you finally come to your senses. “What happened?”

“You passed out. You need to stop taking these meds, clearly, they’re not helping,” he explains, slowly helping you lean up. “How’s your head?”

“Haven’t had any complaints yet,” you chuckle, a wince quickly appearing on your face. “Okay, one complaint.”

Your hand drifts to the back of your head, feeling around until you find a sizeable goose egg. Damn, you probably have a concussion.

“I’m gonna pick you up, okay?” he asks, waiting for you to nod. “I’m going to sit you on the counter.”

He lifts you up effortlessly, like you weigh as light as a book, and places you gently on the counter. You hold onto him tightly, head spinning as it tries to find its equilibrium again.

“Haven’t been this fucked up since college,” you joke, leaning slightly to the right until Jason intervenes. “Never had these symptoms before.”

He quickly sends a text on his phone before pocketing it, one of his hands on your waist to keep you from falling again. “Do you have the pill bottle on you?”

“Below the register, red bag,” you answer, watching as he digs through your random belongings until he finally finds it.

“Dr. Q?” He examines the bottle of pills, reading over the label until he receives a message. Jay quickly reads it. “How many doses have you taken?”

“Only two. What’s going on, Jay?”

He sighs, weighing his options before finally answering. “Dr. Q as in Harley Quinn?”

Your eyes widen as soon as he says the name, “What?!”

“You didn’t take enough, don’t worry,” he reassures you. “A few more and then we’d be worrying. Can you close the shop? You need to get food in your system to ride this out.”

You nod, “I will if it’s Big Belly Burgers.”

“You read my mind, let’s get you out of here,” he smiles, helping you to your feet. “Can’t have my favorite bookseller in such a state.”

His words make a huge smile grow on your face, but he misses it as he turns around to grab his books from the counter. Hope blooms in your chest. Maybe there is a chance with your favorite bookworm, but you’ll wait for another day. He opens the door, guiding you out until you’re outside and the door is locked.

Your eyes wander around until your eyes meet with his motorcycle. He stares at it, too, most likely thinking the same thing as you.

“Yeah, we’re not doing that. You okay with the bus?”

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[dullgecko]

i would love to know how it went when someone flirted with riz and he totally missed the memo/didn't catch what was going on xD

"Hi Riz!"

The goblin looked up from where he'd been crouched partially inside his locker, disarming the trap that had been left in there for him so he could actually find out what his homework was this week. He held up a hand to motion 'give me one second' since his mouth was full of lockpicks and went back to fiddling, finally backing out of his locker after there was a loud click in the locked box and he was able to retreive his classwork.

"Oh hi Gardenia." He pulled the tools out of his mouth before he spoke, tucking them back into their pouch and putting them away on his belt. Eyes scanning the requirements of his homework breifly before he folded it up and put it in the interior pocket of his vest.

The person who had interupted him was one of the girls from soil club, a halfling who was always chatting to him about gardening during their weekly meetings. Usually she was dressed in a pair of overalls, but she seemed to be switching it up this week.

"Thats a nice dress. Sorry can I help you with something?"

She beamed at the compliment, glancing over her shoulder at her party who were waiting further down the hallway who gave her a 'go on' gesture that Riz completely missed. The rogue having turned back to his locker to check for any more items left in the package drop that might be tucked between his textbooks. He did find another one of those letters he'd been getting a lot recently, the goblin giving the pink, perfumed envelope a confused look as he flipped it over before also shoving it in his pocket.

"So, um, I was wondeing if you might want to come to Basrars with me on Saturday?" Gardenia fiddled with her fingers nervously, a blush rising on her face as she bounced on her feet.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. No. I already have plans." Riz grabbed a textbook out of his locker before finally shutting it, not noticing the crestfallen look on the halflings face. Ears perking up as he caught the sound of his party coming from around the corner.

He steped away from the wall, lifting his arms slightly as Fabian and Gorgug came into view. The half-elf not even slowing down his pace when he reached the goblin, bent over slightly, and scooped Riz up off the ground in one fluid motion without stopping. The rogue getting deposited on his shoulder while Fabian gave the girl he'd been talking to a suspicious look.

"But I'll see you in soil club on Tuesday." Riz called back to her, giving a little wave before disappearing around the corner with his party members.

He was completely out of sight before the halflings friends came over to comfort her for getting shot down.

[inactiveobeymeblog]

DiaLuci HC’s

A/N: I don’t think I’ve actually posted any DiaLuci on here that wasn’t a reblog lol. Guess I’m here to deliver to y’all XD feel free to take any of these HC’s and adopt them into your own canon DiaLuci universe

(P.S. I didn’t proofread anything, so if there’s any mistakes, which there probably is, sorry in advance!)

Tags: DiaLuci, fluff, SFW and NSFW content, no MC/reader, wing kink, dacryphilia, I’m not gonna tag everything I wrote into the tags cuz I’m lazy, but just be careful when reading cuz I have nsfw stuff (it will be marked under the NSFW category, dw)

(Read Under the Cut)

✅SFW✅

Sometimes, when both Lucifer and Diavolo are working late to finish up some last minute documents and files, Lucifer won’t realize that he’ll lightly growl at random times

Lucifer doesn’t notice but Diavolo does and he thinks it’s adorable

Diavolo would put down his pen and rest his chin on his hand and just look at Lucifer with awe

Diavolo is fascinated with any sound Lucifer makes so even hearing him growl makes him so happy

When Diavolo finally told Lucifer that he growls, Lucifer simply denied it and moved on to a different conversational topic

Mostly, it’s Diavolo that tends to initiate things in his and Lucifer’s relationship due to the fact Lucifer isn’t used to physical or verbal affection

But that doesn’t mean Lucifer doesn’t initiate anything towards Diavolo

If Lucifer wants to initiate anything, even if it’s a kiss, he would ask first

Diavolo would always tell him he doesn’t have to ask but Lucifer will continue to do it anyway

But Lucifer does get a bit embarrassed when he asks for a kiss

Diavolo loves it

When the both of them go out to drink and Lucifer has had too many drinks, Lucifer will shower Diavolo with praise, affection, and touches

When Lucifer gets drunk, everything he wants to say will come pouring out without a filter

Diavolo gets so flustered and Lucifer will tease him about it not realizing he himself is also red in the face

Diavolo is mostly found laying in Lucifer’s lap in their private moments away from work and Lucifer’s brothers

Diavolo just loves the way Lucifer runs his fingers in his hair

It makes him feel so happy and loved

Yes, it’s cliche but he loves Lucifer so much

I mean, how could his stomach not do triple summersaults when his dear fallen angel shows him some physical affection?

If he was a puppy, his tail would absolutely be causing a strong wind

⚠️NSFW⚠️

When I’m the bedroom, it doesn’t matter who’s top and who’s bottom

It just depends on how the both of them are feeling at that peculiar moment

One night, Diavolo could bottom and wake up with his body littered with love bites, hickeys, and handprints made from Lucifer’s hands

Then the next night Lucifer could bottom and wake up with a sore back, numb horns, and his feathers ruffled beyond recognition

So yes

These two are definitely switches

Diavolo, depending on his mood, either likes sex to be romantic and soft or he likes it rough and quick for a nice stress relief

Lucifer, no matter what his mood is, LOVES to be rough whether he’s topping or bottoming and there’s no in between (unless Diavolo asks him to be gentle and careful then only will Lucifer comply)

Diavolo, most of the time, likes to be soft when topping then he likes to make Lucifer forget his own name as time progresses

But when Lucifer tops, he likes to overstimulate Diavolo to the point that he’s a moaning, begging, and crying mess

Which definitely indicates that Lucifer has a dacryphilia kink

Lucifer loves the idea that only he can make Diavolo cry with the sheer amount of pleasure he gives (and it’s one of those cliche things where it’s only HIM that can make him feel this way)

Diavolo definitely has a wing kink

He just loves Lucifer’s wings and likes to touch them

Which then usually causes Lucifer to reach his climax early bc his wings are so sensitive to touch (especially in certain areas like the base of each appendage)

Diavolo also like his own wings played with

Whether if it’s dragging a finger over every intricate detail or just full on fist-grabbing, he enjoys it

Especially when it’s Lucifer doing it

Gods. He just wants Lucifer to ruin him

And it shows XD

Aftercare with them is easy

Just a simple snap of either Lucifer’s or Diavolo’s fingers and everything is cleaned and spotless

Barbatos is thankful to that bc he does NOT want to clean up after the prince’s and his partner’s mess

Poor guy has enough on his plate

He doesn’t want to be in any way, shape, or form involved in any of the prince’s sexual practices/activities

#givebarbatosabreak

[robinine-blog]

I'm having feelings over Trolls Band Together.

That movie has taken up refuge in my brain and I can't help but plotting, because I've already read all the sad brotherly feelings fics on AO3 and I have ideas, that I have no idea how to write

So plot bunny:

Branch gets hit by the Sap/pollen of a Forget-me-lots, takes one confused look at the Snack Pack, and runs off into the forest

Poppy panicks because oh no! Her boyfriend is going to lose all his memories if they don't fix this fast

Poppy and pack spends the morning trying to catch Branch, who keeps running away from them, and starts setting traps

Poppy gets the bright idea to use Floyd as Branch-bait... which works... until Branch escapes and troll-naps Floyd

Floyd gets carted around the forest by Branch, who keeps acting surprised that his brother is there, and won't let Floyd go or even shout or help because Branch knows he's being hunted and he's convinced the Burgens are going to get them.

Floyd is more worried that his baby bro is currently grey than the fact he's being carried around Pop forest by a paranoid brother.

Branch keeps referring to his notebook, gathering items, and muttering to himself

Branch tricks the Snack Pack so he can get back into his Bunker with Floyd, and after a little bit Branch goes Blue again and decides to eject Floyd from the bunker with the words he's sure Poppy will take care of him.

By this time, the rest of Branch's brothers have clued in something is wrong, even if Poppy is trying not to worry them.

So 2nd day and they're all trying to catch Branch. No luck catching him, but Branch's traps catch them out a few times and Branch always comes to check before wandering off again.

The brothers work out that Branch isn't losing his memory over time, he's switching between different points in his personal history, so one moment they might have 5yo Branch, then 25yo, then 12yo etc, because he keeps reacting to them differently: sometimes he is gushing because he's so excited they're back, sometimes he just so angry he's yelling at them, and usually it involves some form of "I haven't seen you for x years"

Branch also completely confuses anyone he talks to, because he doesn't know them but he seems to know too much.

3rd day, and Poppy's got the entire village involved. Massive campaign to catch Branch somehow, it's not like he can escape the whole village is it?

Branch turns up around sunset, streaming hot mug in hand, back to normal.

"What? You think I haven't been hit by Forget-me-lots before?"

All the different versions of Branch has been gathering, preparing and cooking the ingredients for the cure, and he's been avoiding them because he didn't trust anyone else to make it, with his trusty notebook telling him what stage he's at, and what's happened.

Cue a wtf

XD

[silverwhittlingknife]

How do you feel about Jack Drake?? What are your thoughts on him and Tim’s relationship?

Anon, I hope you were interested in a novel, because look, I am fascinated by Jack Drake.  He’s key to a whole lot of what I find compelling about Tim as a character, and if I were in charge of DC, I’d bring him back to life.  This would make Tim unhappy but would IMO make for good plotlines.

Jack and Tim’s relationship is Complicated (TM)...

Jack and Tim hug in Nightwing 20 / Jack impulsively yanks a TV out of the wall in Robin 45 / Tim grieves in Identity Crisis

“I could tell the truth.  But I don’t.” - Robin 66

...and it involves a whole lot of Tim lying, and feeling guilty about lying, and thinking about telling the truth, and choosing again and again to keep lying.

And I think that’s great.

Below the cut:

Shorter version - key points about Jack

Really long version - my gentler take (vigilantism is choir and Jack loves sports) vs. my harsher take (Jack has some major flaws)

Final thoughts

Shorter version - key points about Jack:

He’s a bad parent.  He’s self-centered, he consistently prioritizes his own comfort and interests over his son’s, and when upset, he does things like order Tim off to boarding school.

But he’s never a bad parent in an actionable way.  He’s not like David Cain or Arthur Brown, who are abusive monsters.  Jack’s not a monster!  He just...kinda sucks.

He genuinely loves Tim. If Jack’s aware that Tim’s disappeared or is in trouble, he’s always worried and upset.  He periodically resolves to be a better dad, and IMO he’s always sincere.

And Tim loves him, a lot.  Tim’s protective of him and worries about him when he’s kidnapped or in danger, and when they’re reunited, Tim’s really relieved and usually hugs him (and Jack hugs back!). 

...But they have very little in common, and that’s a problem. Jack doesn’t value the things that Tim values, or respect the people that Tim admires, or care about the things that Tim’s interested in.  Tim lies to him a lot, but that’s partly because he correctly guesses Jack wouldn’t respond well if he knew the truth of what Tim’s up to.

The Batfamily is a surrogate family that Tim’s drawn to because of the ways his real family doesn’t meet his emotional needs…but also he feels guilty about that and disloyal. (And to the extent that his dad recognizes what’s going on, he's jealous and resentful!)

Very long version:

(LISTEN I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS)

Okay!  So first: Jack’s a character who IMO is pretty up for interpretation.  You can interpret him very charitably, and make excuses for the bad behavior, and fill in the blanks sympathetically when situations are ambiguous; or you can interpret him uncharitably, and emphasize the bad behavior. I don’t think either approach is invalid - it depends on what kind of story you’re interested in!  I have enjoyed Bad Dad stories and also stories that redeem Jack.

My personal take on canon is that Jack and Tim’s relationship is in a gray area.  Jack's definitely neglectful, and he does prioritize other things over Tim, but he’s never so bad that Tim can easily reject him, and he's never so bad that Bruce could justify taking Tim away.  He's just...not great.  Tim loves him, and feels loyal to him, but it’s a very mixed-up complicated love.

I have a gentler take and a harsher one which I switch between as the spirit moves me. xD

My Gentler Take (tl;dr: vigilantism is choir and Jack loves sports)

Here’s the core conflict: Jack and Tim are very different people with different values.  Tim idolizes Bruce and Dick and vigilantism, and secretly gets involved, knowing his dad will hate it. He gets increasingly wrapped up in his secret world and lies to his dad...because if his dad finds out, he’ll make Tim quit.

This is a great setup for an ongoing comic.  It’s practical, because it provides endless potential for plotlines, and it’s nicely thematic, because it maps closely onto relatable real-life situations with extracurricular activities:

Tim the drama nerd whose dad thinks he’s playing football and not in the school play; 

Tim the closeted-queer kid secretly getting involved in his school’s politically-active Gay-Straight Alliance; 

Tim the choir kid whose dad only values making money and wants him to go into the family business (and Tim keeps promising himself he'll give up choir soon, definitely soon, but maybe he'll stay in just a liiiittle longer, because they need him, you see, the last tenor left town, so...); 

Tim the computer geek with the sports-obsessed dad (this one’s just canon);

etc. etc.  

The extracurricular metaphor works pretty well for Tim’s relationship to vigilantism.  Tim's involved in his "extracurricular" because he genuinely thinks it's important and fulfilling, and he values it and wants to be good at it. He idolizes Bruce and Dick because they're good at it. He's been collecting information about it since he was a little kid, and hiding it from his parents because he knows they wouldn't approve. And mayyyybe there's also an element of low-key rebellion against his dad, and maybe that's secretly part of the appeal. And yet also as Tim gets more and more invested, he starts to daydream: maybe I could tell my dad and he'd be proud of me and supportive. But he doesn't, because actually he knows his dad would be upset and angry and make him quit.

And - again, just like with lonely kids and extracurricular hobbies - one of the things that happens is that Tim starts getting his unfilled emotional needs met ... by people he knows through this secret hobby. And people like Bruce and Dick start turning into a surrogate family. Which Tim feels guilty about. And also as Tim gets more and more wrapped up in their world, he has to lie to his dad even more, which means the distance between Tim and his dad gets bigger and bigger and more and more unfixable.

I love this dilemma. It's simple, it's recognizable, it provides endless sources for conflict, and there's no obvious solution! Tim can't tell Jack: he'll make Tim quit! And Tim doesn't want to quit, because he loves choir / art / theater / whatever.  Yeah, it’s difficult, and there are challenges, and sometimes he has doubts...but at the end of the day, he cares about it a lot.  And everything he values is there, and all the people he admires and cares about are there, and all he wants in the world is to feel like he's one of them and belongs there. So he has to lie, even though he doesn't want to lie, and he feels guilty about it...

...but also he ends up lying more and more.

(Sidenote: I think it's important that Tim chooses to keep lying - Tim's narration often glosses this as "I have to lie to my dad," and that's certainly how it feels to Tim, but this... isn't quite true. He has to lie to his dad, because if he doesn't, his dad will get mad at him and try to stop him, not because he literally has no choice about it.)

Other Reasons Why I Like The "Secret Extracurricular" Interpretation

(tl;dr it complicates not just Tim's relationship with his dad, but also all his other relationships)

Tim's problems have some obvious parallels to Steph and Cass, who both become vigilantes while rejecting their evil supervillain dads. But Jack isn't evil. And that means the Tim-and-Jack relationship is ambiguous and complicated in ways that I like. Steph and Cass can just leave their Bad Dads in prison, and say good riddance, and feel very righteous and triumphant about it! Tim’s more complicated. Tim gets into vigilantism ostensibly out of duty and altruism, but secretly, he's also involved for straight-up selfish self-fulfillment reasons. He's lonely, and bored, and his life feels pointless, but he thinks that Bruce and Dick are cool and amazing and he wants to be a part of the things that they do.  When his dad gets jealous of Tim’s relationship to Bruce, and feels like Tim’s looking for a surrogate family, he’s... not wrong.

And the ways in which Jack is not Actionably Bad complicate things from Bruce's POV.  If Jack was a straight-up villain, it’d be an easy call to keep in touch when Jack finds out and makes Tim quit...but he’s not a villain, not really.  So what do you do?  Do you try to surreptitiously stay in touch with Tim even though you’re ignoring his dad’s express wishes and thus forcing Tim to sneak around?  Do you respect his dad’s wishes and stay away from Tim even though you have a years-long relationship at this point?  

Again: a bit similar to the extracurricular analogy.  Say you’re the choir director and you’ve built this whole relationship with a kid in the choir, and you’re an important mentor to him and you care about him etc. etc. etc.... and then right before a big performance, his dad finds out he’s been secretly involved, and yanks him out.  How would you react?  Well, maybe kind of in some of the ways Bruce reacts.  You replace him. You’re annoyed with him. You miss him. You want him to come back. You’re also worried about him.  You’re upset with his dad.  But also... what should you do, exactly?

Bruce and Alfred and Dick care about Tim as if he were part of their family, but he’s not part of their family, and there’s a lot of interesting tension there.

My Harsher Take

Jack never hits his son.  But his temper is a big deal.

In his worst moments, he takes out his anger on Tim’s stuff - wrecking his room, or ripping his TV out of the wall and confiscating it.  When he’s worried about Tim, he usually expresses that fear by yelling at him / punishing him / sending him away - threatening to send him to boarding school in Metropolis in Robin III, or threatening to send him to military school abroad in Robin 92, or actually forcing him to go to an all-boys' boarding school post-NML.  

This is bad behavior!  It is Not Good!  

And you can easily connect the dots to a bunch of Tim’s terrible coping mechanisms, like the constant lying and or the fact that Tim’s go-to methods for dealing with interpersonal conflict are 1) repress it and pretend it never happened (most of his fights with Bruce), 2) withdraw from the relationship until he can pretend the conflict doesn’t exist (when his friends get mad at him in YJ, he quits the team for a while), or 3) literally run away from home.

Also, Jack is a Manly Man with firm opinions about how men behave vs. how women behave, and he thinks boys shouldn’t be scared and thinks Tim should date hot girls and pushes Tim to work out and wants him to play football and expresses period-typical sexism, etc. etc. etc. ... and though obviously this wasn’t what the writers had in mind at the time, all of that is certainly interesting to read backwards in the light of Tim as a queer character.

More Disorganized Thoughts on Jack Drake

Tim’s our hero, so we’re naturally more sympathetic to him, but it’s also true that relationships are a two-way street, and Tim doesn’t value any of the things his dad values, either.  Jack at various points is shown to care about grades, business, money, boarding schools, archeology, football, a kind of macho bragging-about-dating-hot-women ethos, and a very public and performative kind of caring. Tim tends to respond with discomfort or disinterest or even disgust.  When Jack gets on TV to try to rally the government to save his son from No Man’s Land, Tim isn’t touched—he’s mortified.  When Jack makes some bad investments and loses money, Jack’s deeply upset and his self-image is majorly impacted, and far from being sympathetic, Tim’s annoyed and kind of contemptuous of the idea that this is a problem.  Jack thinks fishing in the early morning and going to tennis matches is a fun father-son activity; Tim finds it exhausting and tedious.  And so on.

This means that Tim often longs to be closer to his dad in theory, but this longing is more tied to fantasy than to reality. He rarely seems to enjoy spending time with His-Dad-The-Actual-Person.  So for example, when Tim’s deadly ill with the Clench, he has an extremely poignant fever dream about telling his dad the truth and getting hugged…even as he insists in real-life to Alfred and Dick that he does not want them to tell his dad what’s going on.

The same is true of Jack, who IMO genuinely wants to be closer to his son and is continually declaring that he’s going to turn over a new leaf and get closer to his son…and just as continually backs out of activities or loses his temper when faced with spending time with his actual son.

Tim and his dad sadly get along best—by far—in Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder situations.  When Jack gets kidnapped or is in danger, Tim worries for him (and Tim grieves him deeply when he dies).  When Tim disappears or runs away, Jack’s genuinely worried about him.  So e.g. they have a really moving emotional reunion and hug when the earthquake hits Gotham, and Tim panics about his dad’s safety and comes running home (and meanwhile Jack’s been panicked about Tim’s safety!).  It’s the day-to-day, regular life stuff where they don’t connect.

Jack's written quite differently by different writers. Mostly, Tim's parents are at their least likable in his early appearances and early miniseries (this is where you get, for example, Jack and Janet being nasty at each other while a pained employee looks on, and Tim disappointed to once again get news of where his parents are via postcard - "I guess that sums them up! Never know where they’re going to be–or when–or even how long!” - and Tim alone on school break, and Bruce and Alfred thinking there's something weird going on with Tim's parents, etc. etc.). Jack's more sympathetic but still often unlikable in most of Tim's Robin solo, and he's almost invisible (but positively treated if he does show up) in Tim's team books.

For obvious reasons, Jack's remembered way more sympathetically after his death. Tim's completely devastated by Jack's murder, which he arrives moments too late to prevent, and he basically never gets over it. We see him grieving Jack again and again in Robin, and also in Teen Titans, and also in Resurrection, and again in the Halloween Special, and again in Batman: Blackest Night, and all the way up to the end of Red Robin. Tim also grieves for an extended time over Janet - he hallucinates a happy reunion with her when he's feverish in Contagion, and hallucinates her in the final issue of Robin, and the reveal-your-buried-emotions song in Robin 102 brings up his grief for her too (meanwhile, other characters dance or laugh or otherwise get giddy).  Tim’s grief over his parents’ deaths is intense and long-lasting.

I'm not going to clip comic panels because this is long enough, but if you're curious, here's a nice and fairly lengthy compilation of comic panels with Tim and Jack.

If you're interested in a Jack-centric story with a softer-but-still-recognizably-canon take on Jack, I really like the way Jack’s narration is written in the one-shots Heart Humble (set shortly before Jack dies) and Never a Hero (Ra's resurrects him during Brucequest, and Jack's archeology skills turn out to be unexpectedly useful).

[ladytauria]

**KNOCKS THE DOOR DOWN**

27!!!! For the WIP game thingy

hehehe

(jaytim) empty promises p. 2

a sequel to this prompt! (inspired by you, lmao; the sad animal pics won me over xD)

which, to summarize, tim & jason have a big fight… and before it’s resolved, jason gets called to do a job with roy. it’s going to be a sort of 3+1 fic, focusing on 3 phone calls they share before jason comes home. the first two calls are written and now i’m stumped lmao

there’s… a lot i’d like to share; i’m pretty proud of what i’ve got but, um… have a snippet from phone call #2

Tim tries to ignore the way his heart softens. “How’s progress?” he asks instead. The words are sour in his mouth. Work is… easier. He wishes it wasn’t. But he doesn’t know how to talk to Jason with this thing between them—and he doesn’t want to talk about it like this. Over the phone, with hundreds of miles separating them.

Jason hums. “In a minute,” he says. “Have you eaten yet today?”

“Not recently,” Tim says. He had a granola bar like, an hour ago. And he’s been munching on trail mix while he plays. So, not entirely the truth, but he wants to know where Jason is going with this.

“I was thinking, ah. Maybe we could eat together?” Jason offers, hesitantly. “I was just about to dive into some leftovers, and I thought… maybe…” He trails off, and then laughs, self-deprecatingly. “S’kinda stupid, I guess.”

“No,” Tim says, immediately. “No, it’s— That sounds nice, actually. Do… Did you want to switch to video?” He has some leftover takeout he didn’t finish last night. He’d ordered their usual on automatic, and, well. He could eat a lot, but not quite that much.

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

Tim warms up his food before settling at the dinner table. Through the tinny phone speaker, he can hear Jason doing the same, and it warms him, despite himself. When Jason is ready, they hang up. Tim props his phone up, accepting the video call request from Jason.

The screen is heavily pixelated at first, but soon, the graininess clears away to show Jason. Tim can’t make out any details about the room he’s in; not on such a tiny screen. But he can see the man himself—looking tired, a little worn, but… He’s smiling, too. There’s a nervous edge to it, but. It’s sincere.

He finds himself smiling back, wondering if he looks as tired and lonely as he feels. “Hey,” he says, more softly than he means.

“Hey,” Jason repeats, his tone the same.

For a minute they just sit there and look at each other.

Then Jason swallows, and says, “You—uh. You asked about the job?”

He almost takes it back—asks Jason how he’s been sleeping, instead; if he reaches for Tim in his sleep the same way Tim has been reaching for Jason. He almost tells him to forget the job, forget the argument. Just come home.

Almost.

“Yeah,” he says. “I did.”

[ wip ask game ]

[hrefna-the-raven]

Heart of Steel

Fallout masterlist - main masterlist

Chapter 1 - 2 - 3

Song for this chapter:

Summary: You hadn't seen Maxson since your arrival on the Prydwen as Danse immediately whisked you away for a little celebration with some fellow soldiers after your successful mission. Those hours seemed to stretch on half an eternity, your thoughts lingering on how the Elder might feel...

Warnings: alcohol, no direct smut but orgasm (18+)

Notes: thinking about how Maxson grew up and how the Brotherhodd is like (in the show and the games, especially the scene with Max and Lucy talking about sex), there is nothing that could convince me that this dude isn't still a virgin with no proper clue on how to tackle anything sex related outside of the usual masturbation xD so yeah despite his charms and good looks, my dude Maxson is a cute awkward virgin in this series ;) aaaand sorry for the long chapter again^^

Chapter 4 - Something's gotta give

Maxson switched on his radio and slumped down on the larger red sofa in his private quarters. His hands found the glass he had previously filled with some vodka. It was far from his preferred choice but after today he believed it to be exactly what he needed. His mind kept taunting him with the image of you smiling down on him as he regained consciousness. It almost made him question if he'd died and woken up in the afterlife. It felt too real and if he closed his eyes he was still able to feel the warmth of your thighs radiating throw the fabric of your uniform, the tenderness of your touch and those beautiful lips, so close....He groaned, shaking his head as he gulped down half of his drink, not wanting to wait until his mind finally granted him the serene calm of no lingering thoughts and perhaps even allowing him to drift off to sleep this night.

Your finger dug into the Sugar Bombs you held as you paced back and forth outside Maxson's quarters. You hadn't seen him since your arrival on the Prydwen as Danse immediately whisked you away for a little celebration with some fellow soldiers after your successful mission. Those hours seemed to stretch on half an eternity, your thoughts lingering on how the Elder might feel. The glimpse you got at his true self had etched itself into your memory along with his peaceful face resting on your lap. After you finally managed to escape Danse's well-meant little get-together, you locked yourself in your quarters until a sudden thought struck you as soon as your gaze fell on a box of Sugar Bombs. These little treats were probably as unhealthy as bathing in one of the irradiated rivers but they held fond memories of your childhood, your mum sometimes giving you a box of them whenever you were sad. It was a silly thought, you knew that, but it was enough to make you grab the box and march towards the Elder's private quarters. You took a deep but shaky breath as your steps halted and your trembling hand knocked at his door. Seconds felt like an eternity as you waited for a response, and just as you were on the verge of giving up and turning around, the door swung open, revealing a surprised Maxson. You swallowed as your gazed danced over his figure. It was late in the evening, and you weren't quite sure what you had expected, but it certainly wasn't him standing there, dressed in nothing but a snug light brown t-shirt and a pair of loosely fitted dark grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His piercing blue eyes locked with yours as you finally dared to look up and there was a flicker of something you couldn't quite place that passed between you.

"Yes?", his voice seemed gruff and exhausted.

"I-I just wanted to check on you, after the fall you had", you stumbled over your words.

Maxson stepped aside, inviting you in. The room was dimly lit, with a faint smell of alcohol hanging in the air. He gestured towards a worn-out red couch and you cautiously took a seat, trying to plan ahead on how to approach this situation as you hadn't thought of making it this far. As he poured himself a drink, you couldn't help but notice the way his hand trembled ever so slightly, wondering if the fall had hurt him more than you assumed. Unbeknownst to you, his shaky hand was simply a sign of the nervousness your presence brought along. He cursed himself mentally, as if his endless thoughts about you had evoked you into his quarters at this late hour. He took a sip from his glass and closed his eyes, reclining on the couch, desperately trying to ignore the closeness he'd allowed himself by taking a seat right next to you.

"I thought, after today's exhausting events, you might wanted a little pick-me-up", you tentatively offered, holding up the box of cereals.

He opened his eyes and glancing between the box and the delightful grin on your face.

"Sugar Bombs?", he chuckled surprised, "aren't we a touch too old for that?"

"I guess you've already resorted to the grown-up version of comfort, but consider this", you eagerly perched on your leg and turned to face him, "what if we're never too old to have some disgusting sweets? I mean, just look at this radiated wasteland. Don't we deserve a little treat from time to time? Elder", you quickly added his title, reminding yourself who's private space you invaded tonight.

"Arthur", he replied flatly as he emptied his glass.

"What?", a puzzled expression spreading across your face.

"It's late, I'm not even in my uniform and you're sitting in my private quarters wearing pyjamas and hell, I'm too tired to bother with formalities right now."

"I'll take that as a yes to my proposal", you grinned, wiggling your eyebrows, "Arthur."

You grabbed a few sugar bombs and held them up to him. He rolled his eyes, but it was obvious that his annoyance was feigned as he took the treats and tossed them into his mouth. His eyes widened, a look of surprise flashing across his face at his own satisfied moan as the sweet taste flooded his mouth. An unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest and he was certain it had nothing to do with the vodka, this felt different, an unfiltered happiness settling within, only amplified by the beaming look you gave him. You chuckled at the sight of him finally letting go, abandoning, even if just for tonight, his usual steadfast determination to avoid anything fun.

"You've been full of surprises today", you crunched on some sugar bombs and just as you were about to continue, he interrupted.

"And you have been since you stepped foot on my ship", he poured two glasses of vodka and set one in front of you, "tell me, timeless lady, have you always been this rebellious? Invading the private space of your superiors...admitting to ignore their instructions."

"Careful, your Elder is showing again", you playfully chided him as you took a sip, your noise wrinkling at the burning sensation of the alcohol, “but to answer your question...why do you think the latrines had been cleaned this fast and efficient?”

You gave him a sly wink which earned you a hearty laugh, his head falling back as he lead out a contented sigh.

“Maybe it's the alcohol talking but I have to admit you're intriguing”, he slurred, barely noticeable.

“Same, although for me, it's simply honest curiosity.”

The two of you kept talking, from serious topics over the a playful banter and back. Arthur couldn't remember the last time he felt so carefree, liberated from the weight of the Brotherhood and the expectations tied to his name. He was truly grateful that a person like you ended up in his life. Whether he'd ever confess it to you or himself how he truly started to feel about you, right here and now, he was grateful that fate had brought you to the Prydwen. A sudden twinge of guilt pierced his chest, as amidst his own happiness, he couldn't ignore that the reasons that had lead to you being here, were a tragedy. You'd been frozen in a vault for over two hundred years, robbed of your husband and son and forced to waken up in a destroyed world teemed with peril. Sensing a shift in his behaviour, you raised your gaze towards the antiquated radio, humming along to the melody of the song.

When an irrepressible smile such as yours

Warms an old implacable heart such as mine

Don't say no because I insist

Somewhere, somehow

Someone's gotta be kissed

“Do you like music? Is dancing still a thing?”, you asked, offering him a smile.

“Maybe?”, he replied, “I must admit the last time I danced was at least ten years ago and it probably looked ridiculous.”, he chuckled, a slight grin forming on his face while his fingers unconsciously tapped along to the rhythm of the music.

You rose from your seat and changed the radio station, a more lively and rhythmic tune echoing from the small device filled the air. Without thinking, your fingers naturally wrapped around his wrist, gently tugging him up from his seat. Both of you stumbled a bit and ended up in each other's arms, the sudden closeness provoking a deep blush to spread on your cheeks. In a faint attempt to distract yourself from the several beats your heart just skipped, your body started swaying along with the tune as you held his hands, not daring to look at him.

“I'll take it as my duty teach you”, you chuckled, the tone of your voice betraying your nervousness, “we can't have the great Elder Maxson, leader of THE Brotherhood of Steel, saving the world without knowing how to dance.”

As the minutes turned into hours, the room was filled with laughter and the unsteady footsteps of two souls who, if only for a fleeting evening, managed to forget the burdens of their lives and embraced this timeless carefree moment. In that small, shared space, a connection blossomed between the two of you. It wasn't just about dancing; it was about breaking down barriers and allowing vulnerability to seep through the cracks. Arthur hummed content, his head resting on yours, eyes closed as he surrendered to the magic of the moment, only existing with the recorded voice singing his desire, evidently for you to hear, yet remaining hidden.

So, en garde, who knows what the fates might have in store

From their vast mysterious sky

I'll try hard ignorin' those lips that I adore

But how long can anyone try?

You stirred awake, eyes opening only reluctantly while the low but cthe dull but persistent pounding inside your head stole away any remaining traces of sleep you still craved. Memories of the previous evening's ending were hazy and as your vision slowly cleared, you realised that you hadn't made it back to your own bed. YLying still for a moment, you could now hear the peaceful sound of Maxson's soft snoring coming from behind you while your body registered the warmth of his pressed against yours and his arm wrapped around your waist. Carefully, you tried to turn around without waking him. Arthur's mouth twitched, the eyes moving beneath closed lids as he remained trapped in a dream. JJust like back in Fort Strong, you admired the beauty of his peaceful expression, tracing a finger over the scar on his face. Your gaze then shifted to his lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Arthur's grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer while opaque murmurs spilled from his lips as his dream continued to hold him captive. You wiggled your body gently, attempting to create more space for yourself while turning around, when suddenly you swallowed, painfully aware of how his hardened length was pressed against you now, rubbing against your folds with every tiny movement. Even in his slumber, his body seemed to instinctively respond to the situation, as his hips bucked against you and a chorus of moans rumbled from his chest. His movements quickened, his hand moving down from your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass to press you even further against him. However, the moment your own moans escaped your lips uncontrollably, his eyes snapped open, fixating on your flushed face. He continued thrusting a few more times, emitting a long, sinful groan before you could feel the fabric between you becoming damp. The lust clouding his eyes dissipated, replaced by an expression of fear as his mind gradually awakened, realising what just happened. Every muscle in his body tensed up and Arthur didn't dare to move anymore, his mind in a frantic state of panic trying to figure out how to navigate through this unexpected situation. The Brotherhood had taught him how to defeat the most vicious enemies but he felt utterly unprepared for this particular battle.

"Good morning, Arthur."

You were the first to break the awkward silence that hung between you, trying to ease the fear you detected in his eyes. You were trapped in this moment just as much as he was and you were determined to show him that you had no issue with what just happened. As he remained silent, your gaze shifted to his lips and you finally gave up resisting the urge to kiss him. You leaned in, your mouth pressed on his, melting into a passionate kiss. At first he seemed to enjoy it, kissing back eagerly but then he abruptly pushed you away with such force that it nearly threw you off the bed.

"I...I...you need to go", he stuttered, scrambling to climb over you and escape from the bed.

"Arthur", you whispered, following him.

You attempted to grasp his hand and redirect his attention towards you, but he swiftly moved towards the locker, opening the metallic door to take out a fresh uniform. His trembling hands stripped the t-shirt over his head and pulled down the stained sweatpants, revealing his softening cock. You gulped, the sight of him in his naked glory stirred a wild fire deep within you. No this was not the moment, you scolded yourself mentally and your hands moved to his shoulders, finally managing to turn him around. He might have been the Elder of the Brotherhood but the man before you now resembled more a frightened young boy, someone who had committed a wrongdoing and feared getting scolded for it. And then a sudden realisation struck you. While you had experienced a normal childhood and life before the bombs dropped, he had grown up in the midst of chaos, sheltered within an organisation that cared only about freeing the world of its abominations. The irony was not lost on you - this man possessed extensive knowledge of battles and military strategies but had most likely no idea of intimate human relations and...

"Arthur, are you...", you didn't dare the voice the remainder of your question, afraid it might the fragile relationship that had formed between the two of you.

Maxson donned his uniform, exhaling shaky breaths as his thoughts raced at a hundred miles per second. The memory of a book came to him, the one fourteen year old him stole from one of the Knights in the citadel. He used to sneak away under the cover of the night, reading its pages in secret about the tale of a woman's journey to uncover the delights of carnal pleasure. The power those words held, the very same emotions that consumed him whenever he found himself in your presence. In his dreams he confidently explored the curves of your body, fingers caressing down your bare back as he rubbed himself against you, the irresistible tingling growing so overwhelming until it erupted, drowning him in a violent sea of bliss. But this morning, his dream bled into reality, and suddenly, he was overwhelmed with shame.

"I'm sorry", he finally uttered, his voice fractured and filled with shameful sadness, "my first duty is the Brotherhood and saving the people. I shouldn't have, I mean I..."

It broke your heart seeing him in this state for, despite his stubborn beliefs regarding non-human life, there was nothing wrong with him and you'd make it your utmost priority to show exactly this to him. It was high time for the Elder to step aside momentarily, allowing Arthur to bask in the warmth and affection that life had to offer. Gently cupping his face, you tilted his head, guiding his sorrowful ice-blue eyes to meet yours. There were countless things you wished to say to him but all the words transcended into one tender fleeting kiss.

"Your Elder is showing again", you playfully chided him, earning a faint sheepish smile from him, "you have nothing to be sorry for, except for maybe stopping and denying me my pleasure."

The touch of your love almost physically pained his heart, and though his mind still grappled with resistance, the very same heart grew stronger, guiding him on the way for a new light and he wouldn't be him if he wouldn't master the challenge to balance his duty and his love.

"Maybe we could try-"

A sudden pounding on the door interrupted him, causing both of you to hold your breath, desperately hoping that whoever was on the other side would simply turn away. Another knock followed, shattering the brief moment of silence.

"Elder?", Proctor Ingram's voice called out from behind the door, "it's time for our briefing. You promised me we would finally address the issue with the coolant supply."

You witnessed the sheer terror spread across Maxson's face upon hearing Ingram's voice. He stumbled towards the door, nearly tripping over while trying to get his boots on. He grabbed his coat hanging down from the cabinet and hastily threw it over his shoulders . His hand reached for the door handle but the paused, allowing himself a small smile while he quickly turned around, strode towards you and planted a loving kiss on your lips.

"Wait good ten minutes before heading out", he murmured against your lips, "I'll expect you to be ready for shooting training at noon. That's an order, Knight", his words were firm, but the warmth in his eyes revealed his true emotions in that moment.

"Yes, Elder", you replied, slamming your fist on your chest in salute.

You found yourself grinning as you watched him exit the room, amused by the strict tone he adopted as soon as he lead Ingram away from his quarters.

Chapter 5 - Don't let me be misunderstood

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[pin-crusher2000]

1. What are Jon's favorite ice cream flavors to you?

2. It's been switched up a couple of times in canon, so what's his favorite sport in your universe?

3. What are his favorite pizza toppings?

4. Since him and Kathy are dating in your world, what is their first date like and how did they confess?

5. What's his favorite season?

6. Does he have a favorite type of flower?

7. What would you say is a movie that he usually really loves watching?

8. If he were to dye his hair, what color would it be and how far would he go with said coloring?

9. If he were to get a tattoo as a young adult, what would it be of, where would it be drawn or written on him, and would it be big or small?

10. What's his favorite video game?

Holy (insert censor beep here)! That’s a lot! XD @spider-jaysart good questions! I do like these types, there should be a book full of these for DC characters; you know Superman in the 2000s likes Metallica?

1: it’s canon that he loves chocolate ice cream, I can definitely see him loving cookies & crème.

2: it’s baseball & wrestling (he does like bowling & playing soccer with his brothers, Chris, Kon, & Osul later)

3: pepperoni is his go to topping; maybe extra cheese too. (For a crazy topping, he can do pizza rolls 😉)

4: hmmmm, for confession, it was after the battle with Manchester Black (the difference is her grandpa lived & ONLY him “betrayed” the family, Kathy was on Jon’s side the whole time) they both were sitting on the tree branch & both did a lip kiss.

Their first date was a trip to the movies, How to train your dragon: the hidden world, & then spend the night at the county fair.

5: cliche but I can see him loving summer; ice cream trucks & no school XD

6: hmmmm Kathy is his favorite flower XD most likely Sunflowers due to living on a farm & the word sun is part of him.

7: I say Benchwarmers (due to it being a baseball movie & it’s “famous” beef stew scene) & a tie between Shrek 1 & Kung Fu Panda 1. (Due to the memes & good stories)

8: I say either red & blue, (it becomes bright orange for his anime transformation I gave him) & he dyes it fully or just the front.

9: I say a S symbol on his left arm, his gf’s name on his right arm.

10: he likes your typical late gen-z early gen-alpha games like Fortnite, Minecraft, Roblox, etc… but he was introduced to games like mortal kombat & Star Wars battlefront from his siblings (mostly Kon & Chris)

Thanks for the questions! Love to answer more! :D I don’t mind a lot of questions only if they are simple like yours. 😅

[mrboogerlip]

Role-swap perhaps? 🤔

Without the burden of the mafia life, Rolando’s life in this alternate universe is actually quite normal. His family is lively as usual and his parents always encouraged him and his siblings to be independent, so he still maintains that aspect of himself. He was still rebellious and quite the troublemaker as a teenager– so much so that he was sent to a boot camp for delinquents! It was there that he (kind of, but not really) straightened out and gained an interest in law enforcement.

Rolando still has his earrings– he just removes them when he’s on duty since it’s the policy. It'd probably be easier if he just removed them entirely, but he's really persistent about keeping his style! XD

On top of how Estevan's family life already was, he also has the added burden of the mafia life. The “business” being owned by his mother, she encouraged him to live the life as a mobster to the fullest, so as to not make a fool of himself in front of others in the underworld. To Estevan, this meant taking pride in his work. (And trying to enjoy the nightlife... among other things LOL the one universe where Estevan isn't a virgin...) He “taught” himself to enjoy assassinating his targets– to enjoy destroying people’s lives in everything else that he does... All to keep himself sane. If it all makes Rana happy, then... he's happy! Right?

This outfit is actually one of the outfits he has in canon– just with a coat added!! Can you believe it? Estevan is just one coat away from becoming this version of himself...

The story is a little different... While Rolando is with law enforcement, he isn’t undercover. He’s just a regular cop who stumbled upon Estevan doing… his usual business … and thus started a silly little rivalry between them! Estevan practically enjoyed getting found by Rolando! Rolando is one of the only people who could keep up with him, while Rolando just likes Estevan because he’s exciting… and hot! Estevan typically made an escape before Rolando could truly catch him– and even when he did catch him, Rolando would just… have his way with Estevan LOL

Wow, it’s kind of hilarious how why they like each other has been switched around between them XD

Where are the other characters? Well, it’s only Estevan’s and Rolando’s families that have swapped roles. Since Rolando’s family is basically normal, they don’t really have important roles… Unless they have something secret going on that I don’t know about?! Ed is gone from Estevan’s life as usual LOL I always think Estevan would be more grounded if his father was around, so we can't have that. He has to be as obsessive as his mother or else it won't be the same... Aaaand I really don't know what to say about everyone else.

It’s kind of funny to think that Rolando would be getting along with Morgan as his superior when Morgan hates Rolando’s guts in the canon story…

Honestly, I don’t think I thought about this that well. I basically discarded some elements to their world that are in the canon story, which seems kind of lazy. But maybe I can think of it more some other day XD

Sorry for taking nearly half a year to respond to this!! I was waiting until I thought of something good... Which I never did, but I tried!!

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

Was there anyone that you considered for different choices of tarot cards before ultimately choosing one?

The Fool was always Lloyd; it could be no one else *-*)/

The Magician would have been Jay if Jesse didn’t exist snksnk

I was trying desperately to make The High Priestess a girl, but none of the ‘main’ girls fit the themes—but then I realized how much Zane fit, and screw gender. I couldn’t really come up with a comp that suited him, but—oh hey! I gave him a mom I can use! :’3

Empress, Emperor, and Hierophant were always locked in, though I think I played around with Wu as The Hermit for a time

Of course I initially wanted to do a pairing for The Lovers, but again, none of the ~main~ ships really fits, so I shifted to a more character-focused approach. There was a point in time where it would’ve been Skylor and Pixal on the card, but I felt they both deserved their own spotlight, so Skylor got shuffled to The Star, and I had to get a little creative with Pixal (and it turned out so well, it’s one of my favorites!)

Took forever to decide between Chariot/Strength for Cole/Kai, since they’re both veeeery close to one another in meaning. But upon realizing Chariot is more about outer strength and Strength is more about inner strength, I knew what had to be done. Plus, The Strength card (usually) has a lion on it, that was just begging for Kai :V

Making Dareth The Hermit was a teeny bit of a stretch, but given how his role will be in Legacyverse, I do feel it suits him (also his card went super under appreciated, I put a lot of detail into those shelves!!!! But I digress.)

Wheel of Fortune kind of happened as a process of elimination. I did try to put Jesse there, but he is more about probability than luck itself, and I couldn’t NOT make him The Magician snksnk. However once I started playing around with Jay there everything start to click soooo beautifully

Justice was always Miranda, and the Hanged Man was always Ronin (though I could make a case for Wu or even Zane for the latter, though)

Originally, Olivia was gonna be The Death and Harleigh was gonna be The Moon—switched them at, quite literally, the last second, and ooooh what a good choice that was

Nya and Harumi were some of the first cards I did, and in Harumi’s case especially I couldn’t see them anywhere else xD

The Tower was the last card I nailed down, because I just absolutely blanked on a character for it and almost didn’t put in a character at all—and then I was like OH WAIT MYSTAKE (and then it became another of my favorites!)

Star, Moon, and Sun were the hardest to nail down despite having the most ideas for them. Though I dunno who The Star was gonna be before Skylor (I may have considered Pixal here too) and I already mentioned my dilemma of the Moon and Sun

The Judgement was originally gonna be The Overlord. But I didn’t wanna draw him lol…but, The Golden Master certainly made for a suitable replacement :3 (and I tried to invoke the vibes of The Overlord with the background still!!)

And, of course, The World was always going to be The FSM to bring everything full circle, like an Ouroboros~

[house-of-mirrors]

change & informal for orsinio? :D

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

Wrapped up in a house robe with slippers. If he had to go out, he'd wear a sweater instead of a vest between his shirt and jacket. Maybe wear a cloak, which is like carrying a blanket around. Hair even more uncombed than usual

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

When he was about 10 he realized he wanted to be a boy. Told Horatio one night when Horatio made a visit home from college, and Horatio cut his hair and gave him some hand me downs. Important bonding moment.

Fast forward to the Neath. Orsinio has finished nemesis and railway and survived all the horrors thrown at him. London is a place where everyone is more relaxed about gender and clothing. He realizes that he'd like to try wearing skirts again from time to time. It's fun to run around in them and he can be Fancy and Cute. His friend Lucy is an experienced seamstress and would make something for him <3 and then sew his clothes to the couch so he stops running off getting into trouble

I also say that in the future he will reach the ultimate dilf form (fuller beard and more solid figure)

Tbh he'd probably figure out some red science or katatox thing to change facial hair at will without worrying about time to grow or shave XD easily switch styles

ask game here

[midnightfire830]

In the Ghost au, did cuphead and mugman live the entire story (Inky Mystery)? If so how did the Questers, the House, the circus crew, and Cannikin handle it? Large number of ppl XD

Live the entire story? I assume this is a typo or maybe I’m just dumb and can’t decipher what you mean. I mean, in IM cuphead and mugman are alive as of date so ghost au cupbros would be too. But I’m guessing the second question is your main question?

So! I’ll tell you HOW they found out AND their thoughts on it.

Bendy found out during Cup’s rampage after “Mugshots” (you know what I’m referring to). During his rampage he was switching between consciousness for so long I’m going to assume that maybe he was constantly flickering between forms with no real control. So Bendy would see him switching. Bendy would be super confused and bewildered at the moment but he’d push it off in order to get Cuphead to the hospital and moving on their quest. Later as the cupbros join the quest Bendy would ask for some more details. He would try his best not to pry and leave it as Cup’s buisness, sure that if there was something he NEEDED to know, Cup would tell him in his own time. Plus he’d try not to judge because he knows a lot about people giving him crap for be a demon. So he gets it. Eventually he becomes so chill with it he and Cup oftentimes joke and tease about it. A lot of pranks and a LOT of puns.

Felix and Boris would find out at about the same time while they were fighting Cala in the mountains. Cuphead integrates his fighting with his ability to turn into a ghost by flying around and phasing to avoid blows, that sort of thing. It becomes such an ingrained thing that he does it without thinking about the questers seeing him. So of course Felix and Boris would see.

Boris would be super freaked out, really confused, and really really worried. He most likely thought that Cuphead had died just then and there and panicked. After the fight, and some explanations he’d calm down a lot. He’d still be unnerved about it and concerned, but he’d also think it was super cool. Felix would be fascinated and ask a billion questions.

Holly would accidentally stumble upon turning Cuphead into a ghost. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. (Or maybe she was staking, nobody will ever know). She immediately drilled him with questions. Cup would be cold and curt with her quesitons and not share too much about it, but still answer a few questions, and Holly would back off. But his silence didn’t stop the brewing ideas, theories, and questions she had.

With Alice, maybe Cuphead would casually mention it in conversation? Like they were talking about him previously getting hurt and he’d say “Well, usually I just turn ghost so I don’t bleed out and to last longer…” Alice would stop short at that and ask for a clarification. Cuphead, realizing he never told her, explained the situation, or whatever all the other questers know, to keep her up to date. Her healer side would immediately flare up and she’d be super worried about him, she’d lightly prod with a few questions and how it worked, and then just casually talk about it. Generally she’s ok with it, as long as Cup isn’t actively being hurt or anything. Maybe a bit of pity for him literally dying and being brought back to life. Also puns. Ghost puns galore.

I think the people in the House in general would slowly find out one by one. He doesn’t really keep it a secret, he just doesn’t talk about it much. He’d just, drift into the room in ghost form and scare the ever loving crap out of the residents of the house. Oddswell would have questions. Red would just roll her eyes annoyed that she’d have to deal with this now. Granny would be very concerned for Cuphead but accept it nonetheless. Jerry would absolutely HATE it. Cup definitely abused his powers to prank Jerry so many different times. At some point there’s definitely a bunch of house rules like “No ghosting while someone’s cooking in the kitchen” specifically for Cuphead.

Mickey would find out while he’s invisible snooping around the house during Nightmare Night. He’d just see cuphead turn into a ghost right in front of him. He’d be a little spooked, a little curious, but he’s definitely seen weirder things so he isn’t bothered by it.

Oswald found out on the train to the Far West. Probably snuck up on a cuphead and spooked him and Cup turned to his ghost form out of instinct. It definitely startled Oswald and we was absolutely speechless when he saw it happen. Eventually he’d get over his shock and be cool with it. He later on probably teases cup for it.

I don’t think Donald and Goofy would know about it. Maybe Donald while they’re in the labyrinth. If he did Donald would either be shocked and surprised (in a zany way I guess). Or he couldn’t care less. “Oh great. The guy with a cup for a head can turn into a ghost. Whoop-de-cussing-do.” Either way later on he really doesn’t give two cusses about it.

I’m not sure if the bunny kids would know. If they did though, it would be when they dragged Cup and Bendy off to do Oswald’s dare. Cup would turn into a ghost and try to run away and Mugs/or maybe Ozzy would whip out a spray bottle of salt water and shoot him out of the air. Cup would be forced into his normal form again and fall flat on his back left to the billions of bunny children who’d ask billions more questions.

I think that covers everyone. Let me know if I missed anyone or if there was someone else you wanted a reaction from. ☝️

Thanks for the ask!!

[dootznbootz]

hehehee that writing ask: 3, 5, 6 and 7!

HEHEHE indeed!!! >:D Thank you, Niko!!!

3.) What loves do you tend to write about? (You knew which question I was DYING to answer >:))

Honestly? All of them! I do tend to write romance as the center but I think it's really important to show different "loves" going on even with the same characters. Honestly, for the romance, I like showing multiple as, for example, you should definitely consider your lover a friend xD can be kind of obsessed with them and "still get butterflies" in a way. (not necessarily nervous. as with "long time love" you shouldn't be nervous around your love anymore, but you can be GIDDY >:D ) I have a LOT of thoughts on how love and showing it :P I'm a very affectionate person so it's nice that it usually kind of comes easily to me :D It's funny because even though I was excited for this question once I tried to answer it, it was kind of hard to. As there is just... SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT IT!!! I love people caring about each other!!! I love having "shitty moments" still being met with love as that's what matters! Loving people at their worst!!! TRUSTING that you CAN be not at your best and still knowing they'll be there for you? That you have them no matter what??? And this can be for ANY love too!! I just am a sucker for romance in particular for whatever reason :P Honestly I think what's most important in a way is the smaller moments. She looks between seashells to figure out which one will be "the middle pendant" and have him look at her so she can see which ones match his eyes best. They tell each other about each other's day and he's so excited to tell her that family friend's puppies have finally opened their eyes. SMALL MOMENTS OF "Hey! I care about you and I wish to share something with you/have a lil something of you" I love the little things!!!

5.) Would you rather write a happy or a sad ending?

Honestly, I'm a sucker for both depending on the context. I usually try to end on a "hopeful note" or at least let it be known that "It's bad now but it'll be fine soon." I mean...take the Telegony for example, that's a sad ending and I hate it. there's nothing really happy or hopeful about it. A "sad ending" I plan for a fic would probably be that "after the Palladium stolen" incident where Menelaus and Odysseus have a good cry about things. It's sad, they're not necessarily happy with where they're at right now...but they're both at least HOPEFUL and determined to GET that happy ending. That'll just be a moment of...bad. :D

6.) What POV do you like writing in?

I actually love switching from character to character >:D There's not many instances where I don't do that. (probably if one character is "secretive to the other" that'd be the only reason why but even then I'd probably write a snippet of the other POV as a "bonus" afterward :D I love having characters react to each other and have introspection about what's going on!!! :D

7.) Favorite description in WIP >:)

This is probably so far :D Yeah, she was just sick earlier so it's a happy moment!

He placed a few soft kisses on the once sweaty and pale forehead that he would push her hair away from. He cupped her other cheek, pulling her face closer to his own to continue his affection. The kisses only stopped momentarily as he could not hold back his grin as he squished his nose into her cheekbone, no longer red from fever but from joy. Her sharp teeth glinted as she giggled and squirmed. Her body was sore and moving so much hurt her ribs but she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. She leaned away from him, as his hair was tickling her; it only left her neck vulnerable. He nuzzled himself on the pulse point, the same spot he desperately felt during the past week. Her laughter, although still hoarse, was his goal; she truly meant it when she said she was feeling better.

That one's shorter. :D I have a lot of little bits here and there that I love but they're...LONGER and also probably a bit much :P as you know I like showing "love despite unpleasant moments". And she's stubborn and sick. I LOVE LIL SILLY AFFECTIONSDFK sj