#also helps with figuring out portion sizes

[devil-in-hiding]

(Im not sure if tumblr ate my ask the first time so I figured I’d resend - pls just ignore this if the other one did send 😖) hello!! I really love your writing and have re-read the on the run series maybe 100 times 😅 I normally never submit stuff since I’m not really a writer but I really loved your series and wanted to contribute! 😊

So I loved the idea of the boys adjusting to the security of the farm and getting all beefy and stuff as they settle in, but I was also thinking about farmer reader also starting to relax a little now that she’s got these guys to keep her company, protect, help, etc…. So she also starts putting on a lil bit and it drives the guys nuts 🫠

Like she goes to put on her regular sun dresses and price can’t help but notice how tight it fits her and shows off her figure. Gaz comes across her old clothes (and bras and stuff 👀) being put out to donate as she looks for bigger sizes. Ghost is standing behind her when she bends down to pick up something and can see the fabric stretch across her ass. Finally, soap walks in as she has to jump to put her now slightly too tight jeans on 👀👀👀

Anyway that’s all I had to contribute!! Love ur work (and you!! 😗) 😊💞💗

anon i adore this!! i am sorry i remember seeing this but i believe it got lost in the flood 😭😭

but YES! you have to cook for 5 now, and they’re big boys!! so big portions, and they scold you if you try to give yourself tiny portions, Price also refuses to let you make their plates (it’s a war because you like doing this for them, it’s.. domestic…)

Please if Price couldn’t keep his hands to himself before he is 10x worse seeing how some of your favorite little dresses hardly reach your knees anymore

all the boys watching you load up the truck with donation bags for the little thrift store in town, enjoying the way you hop to shove the last bag in the cab “gee guys, thanks for the help.”

however the sack with all your too small panties? oh those were free game that Gaz snatched right out of the burn pile and the four of them laid them out, snatching up their favorites

Ghost is the worst about putting things in high places so he can watch the way your tits bounce whilst trying to grab it, whining at him to “please just grab it for me! Ghost!”

Soap is the groper, can not control himself whenever you decide to slip onto the couch with him, pulling you to his chest as he adjust y’all’s positions until you were leaning back into him, his hands squeezing your belly appreciatively

ugh i love this and i do not have the brain cells to tell you how MUCH but they love watching their sweet little farmer plump up, tension easing from your shoulders ass the months start to blur together, no longer having to carry the whole farm by yourself

[nasa]

Sharpening Our View of Climate Change with the Plankton, Aerosol, Cloud, ocean Ecosystem Satellite

As our planet warms, Earth’s ocean and atmosphere are changing.

Climate change has a lot of impact on the ocean, from sea level rise to marine heat waves to a loss of biodiversity. Meanwhile, greenhouse gases like carbon dioxide continue to warm our atmosphere.

NASA’s upcoming satellite, PACE, is soon to be on the case!

Set to launch on Feb. 6, 2024, the Plankton, Aerosol, Cloud, ocean Ecosystem (PACE) mission will help us better understand the complex systems driving the global changes that come with a warming climate.

Earth’s ocean is becoming greener due to climate change. PACE will see the ocean in more hues than ever before.

While a single phytoplankton typically can’t be seen with the naked eye, communities of trillions of phytoplankton, called blooms, can be seen from space. Blooms often take on a greenish tinge due to the pigments that phytoplankton (similar to plants on land) use to make energy through photosynthesis.

In a 2023 study, scientists found that portions of the ocean had turned greener because there were more chlorophyll-carrying phytoplankton. PACE has a hyperspectral sensor, the Ocean Color Instrument (OCI), that will be able to discern subtle shifts in hue. This will allow scientists to monitor changes in phytoplankton communities and ocean health overall due to climate change.

Phytoplankton play a key role in helping the ocean absorb carbon from the atmosphere. PACE will identify different phytoplankton species from space.

With PACE, scientists will be able to tell what phytoplankton communities are present – from space! Before, this could only be done by analyzing a sample of seawater.

Telling “who’s who” in a phytoplankton bloom is key because different phytoplankton play vastly different roles in aquatic ecosystems. They can fuel the food chain and draw down carbon dioxide from the atmosphere to photosynthesize. Some phytoplankton populations capture carbon as they die and sink to the deep ocean; others release the gas back into the atmosphere as they decay near the surface.

Studying these teeny tiny critters from space will help scientists learn how and where phytoplankton are affected by climate change, and how changes in these communities may affect other creatures and ocean ecosystems.

Climate models are one of our most powerful tools to understand how Earth is changing. PACE data will improve the data these models rely on.

The PACE mission will offer important insights on airborne particles of sea salt, smoke, human-made pollutants, and dust – collectively called aerosols – by observing how they interact with light.

With two instruments called polarimeters, SPEXone and HARP2, PACE will allow scientists to measure the size, composition, and abundance of these microscopic particles in our atmosphere. This information is crucial to figuring out how climate and air quality are changing.

PACE data will help scientists answer key climate questions, like how aerosols affect cloud formation or how ice clouds and liquid clouds differ.

It will also enable scientists to examine one of the trickiest components of climate change to model: how clouds and aerosols interact. Once PACE is operational, scientists can replace the estimates currently used to fill data gaps in climate models with measurements from the new satellite.

With a view of the whole planet every two days, PACE will track both microscopic organisms in the ocean and microscopic particles in the atmosphere. PACE’s unique view will help us learn more about the ways climate change is impacting our planet’s ocean and atmosphere.

Stay up to date on the NASA PACE blog, and make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of sPACE!

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 11- Miguel x Reader (Size Kink)

        Everyone knows that Miguel was a hard working individual. He did his absolute best to keep everything up and running. As the leader of the Spider Society, Miguel did so much. Almost so that it felt like he never really took care of himself. Miguel always looked exhausted and frustrated. The stress was eating him alive. It was not hard to see why.

        You had wiggled yourself into his life by chance. It took a lot of work, but Miguel opened up to you and started a relationship. You were always there to ease his stress. To calm him down with just a simple hug. Sometimes, you wished for more. You felt like Miguel was afraid of having sex with you. Like he needed to hold himself back. You knew that it was not healthy for him. Hopefully, today you could finally help him break out of that mold.

        You and Miguel had been dating for about three months. You were a smart cookie and figured out that he was Spiderman. The embarrassment on his face when you confronted him was so cute. Hopefully, you will get a new kind of embarrassed face today. You were finally going to try and get Miguel to let loose. You were going to treat Miguel and give him the best sex of his life...and yours. This was a first for you, but it has been long enough.

"Hey, Miggy!" You chirped as he entered your apartment. You embraced him with a kiss, "I made dinner, why don't you wash up first?" You offered. 

        Miguel replied with a soft grunt, wanting to hold you a bit longer. It made you happy every time since he lifted you off your feet, literally. Miguel was huge. You felt so small beside him. You knew it was cliché, but you loved making jokes about his height. Asking about the weather, letting him know that ladders don't exist for him, all the dumb things. Miguel let you since he loved how happy it made you. You hummed happily as you prepped a big portion for Miguel. He was a big boy and worked hard, he needed to eat a lot.

"Huele bien, cariño. ¿Cuál es la ocasión? (Smells good, sweetheart. What's the occasion?)" Miguel asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You shivered at his breathe against the back of your neck,

"Just wanted to treat you. You need a break," You replied, feeling his wet hair drip against your shoulder, "Sit and eat. I'll dry your hair,"

"Se supone que debo tratarte como a una princesa y no al revés. (I'm supposed to treat you like a princess, not the other way around.)" He said with a chuckle.

        You felt your heart skip a beat as he laughed. Why did he have to be so charming? Hiding your face in a fresh towel, you stole glances of your boyfriend. Miguel always treated you right, now you had to return the favor. You took a moment to stare at his broad back. Oh how his shirt defined his muscles. Wiping the drool from your mouth, you wrapped the towel around his head and proceeded to dry him off. You can have your fantasies later.

"How's the food?" 

"Delicious as always." Miguel gave his thanks.

        He looked up at you, wanting a kiss, to which you gave him. You removed the towel, watching as Miguel took his empty plate to the sink. His butt so perfect in those sweatpants. Oh, tonight was defiantly going to be for Miguel...but also for you. Watching your boyfriend return to the couch, you hopped over and landed on his lap. Your legs spread over his legs, attempting to trap him in place while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Miguel, I'm going to treat you well tonight, okay?" You seemed hesitant now, worried for your performance. Miguel held your hips,

"Are you sure?"

You pressed your crotch against his, grinding your hips through the fabric, "I'm sure." You replied, feeling his bulge already rising. Miguel lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom,

"Sólo voy a advertirte que tengo esta pequeña cosa. (Just going to warn you, I do have this one little thing.)" He warned, towering over you on the bed.

"Nothing about you is little," You teased.

        Miguel grumbled lowly. He wanted to warn you, but it might be best for you to find out. You watched as Miguel took his clothes off, following suit. This was the first time you were going to see him naked and visa versa. Your eyes almost boggled out of your head as you saw his cock. He was covering his face with his hand. You could have sworn he was hiding a chuckle. Miguel was totally laughing at you for staring at his monster of a cock.

"Little my ass," You teased once more, approaching him.

        Miguel watched you with a gleam in his eyes. Yes, you were little compared to him. He had been itching to fucking your tiny pussy with his large cock. To hear you cry from overstimulation as he stuffed you full. There was a part of him that wanted to break you, but he loved you too much. Miguel was worried that his cock was not going to fit, that he might hurt you. He hadn't even prepped you yet. Miguel let out a soft groan as your tongue licked his shaft. Your soft lips on his tip,

"Cuidado, cariño, no te hagas daño. (Careful, baby, don't hurt yourself.) He groaned.

        You glanced up at Miguel, your tongue swirling against his tip. You were going to treat him. Miguel was too kind to you. Honestly, you had every right to be worried. His dick was larger than your biggest dildo. Just the thought of him ripping you in half was making you soak. Placing your lips against his cock again, you did a soft sucking motion. Miguel's groans were making your body tremble. Who knew he could make such noises?

        You had to balance yourself and hold onto Miguel as you sucked him. Your other hand fingering yourself. Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes as you tried to take him deeper. His dick was already hitting the back of your throat and you were only half way. You moan as Miguel placed his hand on your head, gently moving you.

"Joder, eso es correcto. Chúpame la polla con esa boquita sucia tuya. (Fuck, that's right. Suck my cock with that dirty little mouth of yours.)" He moaned lowly, sending shivers down you spine, "Mírate siendo una buena chica para mí. ¿Estás disfrutando de mi polla en esa boquita tuya? (Look at you being such a good girl for me. Are you enjoying my cock in that little mouth of yours?)"

        So this was his little issue. Miguel was such a dirty talker, but it made you even more horny. You gasped as Miguel removed you from his dick. The look in his eyes was fierce. Lust nearly consuming him as his pupils dilated. He tossed you on the bed, hovering over you. He took your lips in a rough kiss, his fingers removing yours. You whined in response, but Miguel quickly turned those into moans as he entered one finger. He took your hand in his mouth, licking your juices off your fingers.

"Hah....hah....Mig...Miguel...I'm..." You grinded your hips against his hand, feeling your orgasm arriving. Miguel smirked as he pumped his finger, curling it to draw your orgasm out,

"Impresionante, ¿mi dulce ángel tiene problemas para tomar mi dedo? Tengo que prepararte para la comida principal. Voy a estirar tu bonito coño con mi polla, cariño. (Awe, is my sweet angel having trouble taking my finger? Gotta get you prepared for the main meal. I'm going to stretch your pretty pussy with my dick, sweetheart.)"

        Those words alone made you cum. Miguel's pupils were blown as he watched you drench his hand. He chuckled as he watched your face twist with pleasure as he added another finger. Your moans getting louder as you opened your legs wider. Miguel inhaled at the sounds you were making. Your little cries, your sexy moans and of course your throbbing pussy squishing at his fingers. Oh, you were going to look so pretty taking his cock in full.

"You're doing so good, baby. Cum again for me. Doing so, so good." He whispered in your ear, curling his fingers right at that sweet spot.

        You arched your back once more, crying out his name as he drew another orgasm out of you. So much for treating him. Trying to catch your breathe since you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest, you gasped at Miguel. He towered over you once more, cock in hand. You had to admit that you were scared, but also excited. Watching Miguel pump his cock with his own hand made you spread your legs out for him.

"Let me know if it hurts," There was your loving boyfriend poking out of his lustful state.

        You could only nod. Miguel positioned himself and started to poke his tip inside you. You gripped the bedsheets below you. He was so big. His fingers were nothing compared to his cock. Biting your lower lip, you tried your best to not cry out. Miguel wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear as he kept pressing himself into you. Your hips buckled, shaking as Miguel stopped for a moment. He was letting you adjust before continuing his entry.

"Eso es cierto bebe. Eres tan apretado. Sí, lo estás haciendo muy bien. Joder, te sientes tan bien acogiéndome. (That's right, baby. You're so tight. Yes, you're doing so good. Fuck, you feel so good taking me in.)" He groaned.

        You whimpered, holding onto him as he stopped. He kissed all over your face before looking down at you. You could see the sparkles in his eyes as he watched his dick almost completely engulfed by you. You felt it too. He was hitting you so deep that you were seeing stars. The pain was subsiding and all you wanted was for Miguel to start moving. Your fear had disappeared as you tried to buckle your hips. Miguel gripped your hips,

"Look at how good you're doing," Miguel grunted as he pulled out before slamming inside you.

        You nearly yelled out a moan as you felt him hit you deeper than he just was. Your breathing grew heavy as your vision started to blur. With each rough thrust, you felt Miguel getting deeper and deeper. You heard him grunt, complaining about him being almost fully inside you. How good you felt around his cock. How your tight gummy walls were just sucking him in. Everything he was saying was making you explode with pleasure.

"S-Tan cerca. Lo estás haciendo muy bien. Mira, estoy completamente dentro de ti ahora. Joder, qué bien. Envuelto alrededor de mi polla. (S-So close. You're doing so good. Look, I'm fully inside you now. Fuck, so good. Wrapped around my cock.)" Miguel babbled lowly, feeling himself about to burst.

        You whimpered another moan, cumming once more. Miguel kept asking for more, watching you break from overstimulation. He licked your tears away, enjoying your blissed out face. The cute lil 'o' you made with your mouth every time he hit your cervix made him hard. Tightening his grip against your hips, Miguel grunted once more,

"Fuck, baby. Bebe, cariño. Déjame ver cómo tu lindo y pequeño coño se llena con mi semen. (Drink up, sweeheart. Let me watch your pretty little pussy fill with my cum.)" He moaned.

        You cried out, filling Miguel fill you. The small little bulge your stomach made as he finished filling you made him grunt. As much as he wanted to stay inside you, having you wrapped around his cock, he pulled out. Another groan escaped his lips as he heard a pop from your pussy as he pulled out. His cum dripping out. Miguel picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom,

"Told you it was a small issue," You kissed the top of your head. You muffled a groan, resting your head against his shoulder,

"There is...nothing small about you," You laughed weakly. Miguel stepped into the bathroom with you between his legs, 

"Tienes razón, pero hiciste muy bien al acogerme. No puedo esperar a volver a ser tu más alto. (You're right, but you did so good taking me in. I can't wait to tower over you again.)" Miguel nibbled against your ear.

"Easy, big boy. Let me rest first, then next time...I will try and treat you."

"Haha, can't wait."

[khimkhim]

Saddlebags, back fat, and chubby arms/hands/fingers are super underrated imo. As much as I love seeing a tummy poking out from under a two-sizes-too-small shirt, I also love when a person leans over and reveals pillowly love handles that voluptuously pad the sides and lower portion of a person’s back. I love that when I give my feedee a back rub, I have to push extra hard into their softness just to reach the muscles I’m trying to rub out.

Re: chubby arms and hands — I just think it’s cute. I love that every part of a person softens as they gain weight. I love watching and exploring how each aspect of their body changes, plumping into a stuffed, delicate, angelic figure that is soft no matter where you hold them. Their upper arms become cushiony and flabby; their forearms puff up and begin to unite with their wrists, losing all definition and sharp edges; their hands inflate, fingers becoming chubby and stout — outgrowing rings, bracelets, and even gloves. Everything gets fatter, and I think that’s beautiful 🥲 I want to be lost in the growing shadow of their silhouette. I want to feel every single inch of them that I’ve helped fatten up.

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

more jayvik headcanons

in honor of those two dudes who did a cosplay and kissed? idk I'm not on the clock app anymore (lmao can you tell this has been in the drafts forever)

Ximena was the first to "officially" know when Jayvik started going out. (The reality is that she knew a month prior, but let them think they were being secretive). Jayce brought Viktor for their family dinner, was like "hey, it's official, he's my boyfriend" and she had to be like : ) wow I thought this would happen much later <3

Also she immediately took to Viktor the moment she met him. Essentially adopted him and started sharing embarrassing stories about Jayce. It only intensified when she found out he had no living relatives. If Jayce doesn't bring Viktor to family dinner nights there better be a good reason why.

Viktor loves wearing Jayce's shirts. There about three sizes too big, but with his brace, he enjoyed not wearing something constricting.

Jayce also loves it when Viktor wears his shirts.

They are hooked on mystery radio shows. They play every Thursday night and Jayvik has a routine-they leave the lab early, make dinner, and sit by the radio silently and listen. They have notes on the current murder mystery and debate over favorite characters.

Despite living in Piltover for a long time, Viktor gets lost. All the time. Their layout is so different than Zaun (which I imagine similar to a NYC layout where there are boroughs, blocks, and sections easy to remember. Piltover is the worst, where road 17 is actually next to road 10 and road 10 is actually three lanes away from road 9. He hasn't figured it out and never will.

They tried learning to play poker. They can do the actual card portion, but they cannot control their expressions. Sky, Cait, and Vi always win at game night.

Viktor hates english muffins. Especially when provided as a breakfast sandwich option. Jayce doesn't understand it, but he provides Vik with breakfast burritos instead. Yum.

Sky helped Jayce get revenge of Ximena sharing baby photos by sharing pictures of her and Viktor and other Zaunite kids growing up, when their area got a camera with a lot of film.

Viktor had a emo-like phase and Jayce refuses to let him live it down.

[oldwritingm]

Creepypasta/MH - Doing Halloween Stuff With Them :)

(Characters: Tim/Masky, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Ticci Toby)

Tim/Masky

Hear me out... corn maze

I believe that Tim enjoys a good puzzle every now and again

He loves trying to figure things out (specifically when there's nothing at risk)

Getting to show off his navigational skills is also a major plus

He just likes to impress you, even if it comes off as annoying sometimes

"See? What'd I tell you? The exit's right there."

Though he does like the satisfaction of completing the maze, what he really treasures is that time you spend together figuring it out

Once you finally find the exit, you'll celebrate with hot cocoa :D

Eyeless Jack

This man LOVES carving pumpkins

He goes all out; definitely one of those people who makes the crazy intricate designs that look like they take hours

He'll love it if you help him!

If you have a steady hand, he'll let you do the details

If you don't, he'll task you with gutting the pumpkin/handing him tools

You guys collaborate on multiple pumpkins throughout the month, setting them in random locations for everyone to see

If there's a design you want to do, just show it to him, there's no question he'll be down

If it's too simplistic, he'll try to add more details

"Ooh, Jack, look at this one. Can we try to re-create it?"

"Of course! Though I do have some ideas on how it can be improved..."

Jeff the Killer

Another pumpkin carving enjoyer

But for a different reason... a very different reason

He loves the goriness of gutting the pumpkins

He couldn't care less about making actual designs, he just wants to get messy stabbing the pumpkin and gouging out its insides

That being said, he'll 100% gut your pumpkin if you ask him (he'll probably end up doing it even if you don't ask)

It's honestly a little disturbing watching him work

He just gets this look in his eye...

"You, uh... you doing okay there, Jeff?"

"Hm? Yup! Never better!! Say, can you grab the big knife from the kitchen for me?"

Nina the Killer

You best bet she's the costume queen

Spends the whole year planning matching horror-themed costumes

She'll settle for no less than creativity and perfection

High-quality props and articles only!! She'll even make them herself if she has to!

You can expect to spend at least an hour in front of the mirror while she does your makeup/adjusts your clothes

She's an SFX makeup legend, loves incorporating as much gore into your costume as possible

Don't ask why it's so realistic (it's not like she knows how the wound would look if it was real or anything)

"Wow, Nina... It's almost like I can feel it! It's so real!"

"No, no. If you were feeling it, you would be screaming pretty loud right now."

You can also expect to attend multiple parties where you show off your costumes

You guys dominate costume competitions

Jane the Killer

Horror movies!!

Specifically, making fun of them

You both pick apart the plot, the characters, the dialogue, the special effects, everything

No horror film is safe from your scrutiny

If you're the type to get scared during horror movies, her snide comments will help distract you

"Ooh, I can't look!"

"Oh, come on. Look—I bet they used corn syrup for that fake blood. It's way too thick."

When the movie ends, you're both feeling more amused than scared

She doesn't like to see horror films in theaters because she doesn't get to make commentary, plus she doesn't want to "waste" money on a "stupid tryhard-horror flick"

She'd much rather dig up some old indie DVD/VCR and have a home movie night with you

Ticci Toby

Halloween sweets are his bread and butter

Candy apples, fun-sized candy bars, candy corn, pumpkin bread...

He would perish if you made anything homemade for him

Spends the whole month gorging on sweets almost as fast as he can get his hands on them

He will not share with anyone but you

And even you only get a small portion of his goodies

Robs at least one child on Halloween night, mostly for the candy but also because he likes scaring little kids

"Where did you get all that candy?"

"Got it from a little birdy. By that I mean a kid in Falcon cosplay."

"Toby! ... save me the (favorite candy)."

Thank you for reading! Have a good day/night my spooky pookies <33

(divider by saradika)

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Free one!

Logan rifled through your kitchen, taking just a minute to appreciate that you didn't share your older brother's pechant for glitter bombs and bullshit (sometimes literal). And that you liked to put things in places that made sense.

He also appreciated opening your freezer and finding ready made, labeled and dated homemade meals. Hello, parentified child syndrome... sometimes it came in handy. He was starving and if you made it it was probably pretty good, even reheated.

But, thanks to your efficiency, it didn't take him long to put together some dry toast and a room-temperature Gatorade. He figured that if it worked for a hangover it would probably work for dehydration and your migraine. And as an afterthought he grabbed a piece of the jerky in the fridge for your dog guessing that it couldn't hurt to try and make friends if he was gonna hang out.

"Okay, kid," Logan said, offering you the cup with a straw first, "sip that."

"Taking it on faith this isn't poisoned," you murmur, pulling yourself slightly upright.

"Nah," Logan said. "Not my style. I am gonna raid your freezer though, fair warning."

You nod and take a careful sip before accepting the plate, "Help yourself. Stew, lasagna, and I think there's something else? Maybe some meatloaf. Single portions so-"

"So I'll have to make more than one because they're you sized?" he said smirking.

"Probably."

Logan nodded and offered Trigger the jerky carefully. The dog sniffed it and eyed him suspiciously but took it, getting off the sofa to curl up on his bed and eat it.

"Believe it or not," you tell Logan around a nibble of toast, "if he got off the couch that's a passing grade."

He snorted and watched the dog lick his chops and proceed to nose around in his bed until he found his bone, "I'd hate to see a failing one."

"Usually he just takes it and growls if you fail," you muse. "He's too polite to bite anyone unless they earn it."

[dailycharacteroption]

Planar Tour Guide: Plane of Wood part 3

(art by AugustinasRaginskis on DeviantArt)

Denizens

And now it’s time to talk about the denizens of wood, and I have a lot to say, because there’s some fascinating elements here, pun absolutely intended. As a completely new plane, the plane of wood doesn’t have the history of having a basic “simplistic monster with different sizes and power levels” elemental form, instead having nothing but the newer idea of elementals all basically evoking various ideas associated with their elements, which is fascinating to see.

Additionally, the nature of the element means that wood elementals are, by definition, also plants in addition to being elementals, which works out in how 2e handles creature types but would likely be a pain in the arse when backwards converting them to 1e (yay for future me!). However, wood elementals go beyond “weird plant”, as we’ll soon see.

Basically, true elementals of wood come in two major types, the first of which being those that grow naturally from the world around them, literally sprouting like fruit or other plant material, or growing as independent plants. Lazy moss sloths, humanoids whipping willows, daisugi-resembling living groves, adorable pine pangolins, all-consuming elemental thickets, and even ready-made fruit troops in the form of harvest regiments. While many of these creatures grow wild, others are cultivated to varying degrees.

The other broad type are those that are shaped, carved from the living wood of the plane in forms resembling mortal creatures. Often the carved portion of the creature is completely immobile, such as the case of the carved beasts, while only their roots and base remain alive and motile, reflecting how woody plants often have portions of their bodies that are alive and dead that the same time without harm. Others are more mobile, such as vegetable lambs, snapdrakes formed by growing flowers into a dragon-like frame, the predatory and dangerous painted stags, and even the mighty twins of rowan that guard important locations. Even in death, both grown and carved elementals retain life in every part of them, with nursery crawlers being lesser elementals formed from rotting wood looking for a place to settle down and seed in the next generation.

Of course, like the other elemental planes, wood sports it’s own recurring beings, namely wisps and wood scamps (also possibly wood veela too, though they are not mentioned).

The genies of the plane are known as the kizidhar, and have a fascinating appearance like that of a walking tree where the branches and growths, as well as the negative space between them, form the suggestion of a humanoid figure, freely reshaping to continue to achieve this appearance. While not necessarily malevolent, they tend to view themselves as the most important beings in the cosmos, with all less powerful than them being potential pawns of sycophants.

Beyond that are other strange denizens, such as the lomori sprouts, which are clearly aeon-spawn akin to conrasu, though they form their bodies from grasses rather than living wood. Meanwhile, there are also the nightwood guardians, a form of troll whose bodies lignify as they are injured, allowing them to simply turn into a wooden statue when near death, with only the most industrious or fire-wielding foes able to finish them off permanently before they recover.

Of course, the plane also has it’s share of non-elemental plant monsters, hosting many variants of such creatures both familiar and bizarre.

Additionally, seemingly coming from Tian Xia are the likes of Kodama kami, that often bond with individual trees and help watch over the plane, and forest dragons of the imperial sub-group, perhaps mirroring the role that primal dragons do on most other elemental planes, though whether they chose to come there or their ancestors were stranded with the plane in ancient times may vary.

The plane is ruled over by two elemental lords, though unlike other elemental planes, they are not at odds morally, but rather work together… or they did, once. The first is Shumunue, the carved lady of mimicry, who rules over the way plants, by way of evolution or the craftsmanship of a carpenter, may come to resemble various forms of animal life. She is both the patron of camouflage and standing out artistically, and takes the form of a beautiful wooden dragon resembling a forest dragon, though one side is marred from an old scar from Ayrzul’s Blight.

The other elemental lord is Verlorn, the Custodian of Oak and Ash, who takes a more direct role in managing the cultivation and guidance of the fractal growth of the plane. He resembles a bent old man made of wood, with many limbs to carry the tools of a farmer with, for he is both forester and gardener. Once, long ago he was as vigorous as Shumunue in his art, but the Blight and the isolation of the plane have made him rigid, so much so that he fears that he will break rather than bend to accept the coming changes, which is why he has been forbidding most natives to travel away from the plane.

Perhaps enterprising adventurers might help these two reconcile, but as we can see, there’s a lot of fun and fascinating creatures to be seen on the plane, and no doubt plenty more left undiscovered. That will do for today though. Look forward to tomorrow’s entry focusing on adventures on the plane!

[ipranna]

Hanako, Teru and Nene x poor!reader

Disclaimer!: i am currently learning a new writing style so im sorry if anythings cringe! Im also sorry if anything is ooc!

Warnings!: you being poor, starvation, overworking, passing out.

............

You were strugling, and i mean really strugling. Your parents decided to have four children without having nearly enough money.

Every single day you have to jugle 5 jobs, school work and taking care of your siblings. You had to feed your siblings with the very little money you had therefore not being able to feed yourself.

..............

Hanako

Your only form of freetime was at lunch. Oh wait not even that anymore. When you heard a rumor about hanako-kun in the womens bathroom being able to grant any wish, you went there to try and test it out. Not like it would work its just a stupid rumor, right?

Suprise suprise, it wasn't. Now you have a annoying clingy ghost with you that insisted that you stay around until he finds a way to grant your wish.

What even was your wish? Oh yeah. To stop struggling. To bring your family back together.

He claimed usually people wish for love, but you were different and he wanted to help you apparently. Doesnt say much because now your stuck cleaning his bathroom. Like you needed any more work.

............

After class you inhaled deeply. Finnaly a little re- oh wait you have to clean a bathroom. You felt like you were going to pass out.

You walked towards the bathroom woth cleaning gear on.

"Y/NNIE!!"

You sighed once you heard his voice. "Hanako can i please not clean the bathroom i want some freetime for once."

"Dont you want to figure out a way to grant your wish? If you stick around i promise ill find a way!"

"Forget this Hanako. Face it were never going to find a way to grant my wish!"

You started to walk off until you heard Hanako yell something out.

"W-wait y/n! Dont leave ill get you donuts!"

Donuts? Food? You need that. You halted and looked at Hanako.

"Alright. If you get me donuts then ill stick around."

..............

The next day when class was over you headed towards the bathroom, and what you saw there shocked you. A HUGE pile of donuts.

"So, i asked yashiro to help me make donuts but we messed up the portion size by allot so i guess you can just take these home. Do you forgive me?"

"DEFINITELY!"

After you took the donuts home and your siblings were very happy. But you also had a serious talk with your parents. They agreed to get jobs and stop being lazy bums.

The next day at school you went to see Hanako again.

"So about your wish i think i found a way to grant it."

"You already did silly!"

.............

Nene

You and Nene were at a school function. You actually had to take your own dish but the teacher knew about your financial problem so he said you didnt have to bring one.

You didnt have many friends because you just transfered. Your parents didnt have enough money for your old house so they had to take a smaller one resulting to a new school also.

While you were sitting at your desk the teacher was going on about some rules so things dont go out of hand. You werent really listening.

You looked over at Nene. She nodded, you nodded. You knew where to meet up with her, but first this annoying lecture about how some kids ruined the function last time.

..............

You quickly walk over to Nene after the teacher is done with his story's.

"Wheres Aoi?"

"She couldn't come. She was sick."

"Wow, its a shame that she became sick on this specific day. What bad luck."

"Agreed. After were done lets go check on her. But now, im gonna grab my bag and some stuff to eat. See ya at the rooftop!"

"See ya!"

You and Nene go separate ways. You two to separate classrooms to get some food and your bags.

.............

"Isnt that that one poor girl?"

"I heard that she has 5 jobs just to support her family."

"Wow i kinda feel bad for her. Imagine having such horrible parents that dont even bring any food to the table."

People were gosiping left right and center. I mean its kinda whats so unique in this school. Theres all kinds of rumors about ghosts and other supernaturals.

But right now all that matters is meeting at the rooftop with Nene.

But you also keep getting distracted by all the large frienegroups around you. Will you be like that someday? Aoi is fairly popular but you and Nene are basically nobody's.

You reached your locker and quickly dtart running towards rhe rooftop.

.............

"Nene!"

Nene was sitting on the floor waiting.

"Y/n there you are!"

You walked over to her and sat down.

"Sorry if i kept you waiting."

"Not at all! I just arrived as well!"

"This is nice. Nobody else is up here."

You and Nene take out what you've gathered. It looked like a feast for 4. You looked down at all the people in groups and how crammed they were, and then how peacefull it was here. You were content with the way things are now.

You and Nene started chatting and eating. You remembered that you have to go to a job but you could worry about that later. Right now all that matters was relaxing.

A well deserved break.

............

Teru

You're appart of the student council. But recently things have been getting a bit hard...

All the student council work, all of your jobs and school.. Its hard especially since you're also an exorcist. Theres been more supernaturals than usual.

Regardless if you like the work or not its what keeps your family whole. Despite being young, you're still the breadwinner because your parents are too busy with whatever they do. You have been working for so long you forgot to ask.

You sit down and get some work done.

..............

Teru walks in looking concerned. "Y/n you've been here for quite a while."

Teru and Akane are the only one who know about your situation. Frankly you're a bit embarrassed about how little your parents do and how much you work.

"Stop working. Ill do it. Besides aren't your siblings waiting for you? I know kou would be freaking out if i didn't cone home on time."

"No- its just a little bit more. I can handle it."

"Go home y/n." He walks over to you to try and get the work but you snatch it away before he could reach it.

"Teru just trust me- im fine." You said slighrly dozing off. "I've just gotta get this done and the-"

You start feeling lightheaded. You're seeing blqck spots.

"Y/n?..y/n?...y/n!?"

Teru's voice starts fading away.

........

You wake up slowly realising you have a towel under your head and you're laying on the floor.

"You're awake. Good"

You hear a familiar voice next to you. Slowly rubbing your eyes and sitting up you looks aver to where Teru is sitting.

"I was considering calling the hospital but figured you just needed some rest. Dont worry jt hasn't been that long. Only about thirty minutes."

You stand up stumbling a little.

"Gee, didn't think I'd pass out. Thanks for helping me Teru."

He stands up and grabs a cup of water that was next to him.

"Here i got you this while you were passed out."

You drink the cup of water. You stretched and started walking away before Teru grabbed your shoulder.

"From now on when i say that you should stop working, you stop. Okay?"

You nod and walk off.

..............

Can you tell i don't like Hanako

[1v6]

Eggs from Another Basket 1/2 [G/T]

[Word count 848] Part 2/2

There is a story behind every individual, even gods. Perhaps one that involves eggs.

Dialogue focused. I tend to put little dialogue in my works, so I figured some practice would help. Enjoy.

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The larger being looming before him picked at his dinner with his fork, idly stabbing at the various meats offered to him, not paying attention to the much tinier man sitting before him. The smaller man lightly shuddered, trying to ignore the scene. The god had the power to do this to him and his people if he wanted. If this is the strength displayed if he was not focused, imagine the power he could wield if he were malicious.

Yet, the god was not.

Instead, he invited him to dine together. He looked at his meal, delicately cut from the god’s own portions. He took a bite. Meat was a rare delicacy for the common people, not especially expensive, but would be costly to eat daily.

Somehow, his life changed. Now, chicken, beef, pork, and mutton made regular appearances on his plate every day. He was like a toad getting to feast on a swan.

He did not deserve this kindness.

He was just doing his duty, as the god’s servant.

Today, the god himself looked distracted. He always was, though at least he would still attempt to make conversation every dinner. He did not like it at first, the looming presence always made him feel a primal terror deep inside him.

He never realised how silent it was when the god stopped talking.

It seems that it was finally his time to make conversation, whether he enjoyed it or not.

“You look upset,” his small voice piped up.

Upon hearing his words, the god gently set down his cutlery without making a sound, and his gaze turned towards him. Waiting for him to continue.

“Do gods feel sadness too?”

“I told you already, I’m not a god,” the god sighed. 

“You are one to me.”

How could he not be one, with all the might he possessed within his powerful body?

“You’re just a bit smaller than me, we’re not all that different.”

Nonsense. He was barely the height of his finger. The difference is very substantial. How could he use this excuse over and over again, every time he pointed it out? His hand alone could crush buildings, that is very much a feat a person like him could not perform no matter how hard they tried.

When he at last learnt to speak to the god while reining in his fear, one of the very first questions he asked him was the name of the god’s race, when he insisted he was not a god.

A human, he had answered then, and he learnt that gods were as mortal as he was, only with much more power to shape the world to their liking.

Which could be considered a god’s power.

“Technically, you’re the one much larger than us,” he stated. Yes, size is relative. The truth is also what the majority believes too, though. That would mean he is the larger one, as there is only one of him believing they are smaller, and many of them believing he is larger.

Nevertheless it was a topic he no longer wanted to continue, as it would eventually lead nowhere.

They both knew this. It was time to change the topic.

The smaller person stood up from his smaller table and gave a deep, mocking bow. “So, my Lord Almighty Human, what brings such melancholy to an existence such as you?” He flashed a grin, and sat down again to continue eating his meal.

The god smiled wistfully, stars in his eyes. “Nothing. I simply miss home.”

It took a second for him to register what he said. It did not even occur to him that the god once had another life before he simply appeared to his people one day. How did he live then, before being thrown into this new life?

What was his story?

“A…home?”

The god nodded.

“...What was your home like?”

The god frowned a little, puzzled by his question, perhaps? “It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. I lived with my family, and we talked, ate, spent time together, things like that.”

He looked at both of their dinner plates. “What do you usually eat back home, then?”

There was a pause. He seemed to consider his answer, before replying, “I guess eggs were a common dish. My family weren’t the best at cooking, but eggs were easy enough to prepare, so we had eggs quite often.”

“Eggs?” He questioned.

“Eggs, round things from a—”

“—No, I know what eggs are, thank you very much.”

The god chuckled a little, then reached out to him with a finger as tall as he was, gently ruffling his hair. “Why did you ask then?”

“It was an unexpected answer,” he retorted back, pushing his finger away. Two hands lost to a finger. “Besides, who knew you eat eggs?”

“What’s surprising about me eating eggs?”

“... Nothing.”

He finished his meal, and requested to leave, saying his duties require him elsewhere for tonight.

Much to the god’s disappointment.

He knew, but no attempt was made to stop him.

He simply wished him goodnight.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:💀 PERSEPHONE: QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD, GODDESS OF SPRING, THE DEAD, THE UNDERWORLD, GRAIN, AND NATURE 💐 (PART 1)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is PART 1 of the Persephone Demigod Headcanons. Due to the size limit of Tumblr, I had to split the entire work into two. [LINK TO PART 2 HERE] Hi everyone! It took me a bit to figure it out but here's what everyone has been waiting for! Persephone is just 1 out of the 4 works I have planned and written for, and these works will be categorized as the MISCELLANEOUS GODS due to not the fact these gods are minor or anything, but because I did mention this in an ask before and it's easier to think about due to the canon PJO world building. These works will be a bit more loose since I'm taking a shot in the wild so hopefully you guys like it. Thanks for reading!!

*Disclaimer: mentions of unusual births, life and death*

People have been wondering if Persephone would have a demigod of her own, considering Hades has his own children, but also it’s slightly more believable if people know about the story of Adonis. However, there are very limited ways that the goddess would give birth to a demigod, since she’s very loyal and in love with Hades, and vise-versa.  

How you could’ve been born:

You really could’ve been born normally where Persephone’s eyes fell upon a mortal, when it was during Spring or Summer, or when the autumn and winter months have been delayed. 

Honestly, I can see this going for either gender of mortal: If your mortal parent is male, Hades couldn’t have done much because he knows Persephone’s preferences are strict and the last human she fell in love was Adonis, that Aphrodhite herself loved as well, so, Hades worrying about her being (repeatedly) unfaithful is very rare so your mortal male parent is the exception. So don’t expect any or more demigod siblings of Persephone. Not totally out of Hades’ ire, but given how many demigod children he has, he really doesn’t say anything. If your mortal parent is female, I can see it being this unusual birthing process where some sort of guidance is required: maybe Persephone offered a seed that your female mortal parent swallowed and boom, you were born. 

You’re a cabbage patch baby or a rose baby. or you’re born from a Peach. Turnip baby. Any plant based births. Quite literally. Don’t ask how this exactly works, but it involves the blood, sweat, and tears of your mortal parent planting the seed that Persephone gave/helped and raised you together. 

There’s a story where a woman ate a red and white rose to give birth, and I don't think that's not off the books for Persephone to do. Offering the flowers or something for your mortal parent to eat and boom, here you are-

You were either or an orphan, a completely child/baby that was near earth or had died, and you underwent the same process that (Zagreus)  Dionysus underwent with the weird death-rebirth thing; where you were (SOMEHOW) taken in by Persephone physically then reborn as a child of Perseophone when she gave birth to you. Since you technically died, you lost half of your mortal self because of the whole dying thing, but was replaced with Persephone’s godly portion.

That said, you’re not probably a double demigod if you went through the whole rebirth thing: where before you were a demigod child that died before Persephone gave you a new life. If you are however, oh boy, the Fates have something planned for you and it will not be an easy/happy life for you; doomed or tortured by the narrative. Your happy ending will have to be earned and fought with blood and tears. Afterall, the more powerful the demigod, the less easy it is for them.

 Either way, I don’t really see Hades targeting you on the level Hera does to the children of Zeus; though you still might want to refer to Hades (very) politely as Lord Hades or Godly Step Father. Just good manners, you know.

Regardless, everyone at camp is very confused and looking at you in a mixture of wonder, uncertainty, fear, amongst a few. When you get claimed, it’s like Spring has arrived, even when it’s Autumn or Winter. Nature blooms all around you with such vitality no one has seen before, with flowers, grains, and crops sprouting underneath your feet and all around you. Once the claim is over, if it’s Autumn/Winter, the world reverts back and everyone can see the rot that surrounds them except for you as you walk. 

Everyone expects you to be either a “Flower prince[ss]”, a soft person like Spring, or “A Prince[ss] of the Underworld”, terrifying like your mother. However, while you may lean one than the other, you can be both. Afterall, Persephone may be one to bring growth and fertility to the earth, and everything, she is also just as much as Kore that lends to herself being the Goddess of the Underworld and the dead where destruction follows. On the other hand, it’s a pretty cool thought where you’re wearing a crown of flowers and being all soft looking but switch to something darker with the flower petals falling off, to reveal a crown of thorns with the shadows curling around you to almost seem like your face is a skull, and vise-versa. You do you.

When you walk on the earth, you’ll sprout flowers and plants underneath your feet but as soon as you raise your foot to step away, the plants will wither and die, leaving rot behind. Sort of like the God of the Forest walking in Studio Ghibli’s “Princess Mononoke” .

[PART 2 TO PERSEPHONE DEMIGOD HEADCANONS HERE]

[beaut-ful-d-saster-1986]

Headcanons About Dion:

He's not a blushing virgin. He found the time between being on the run and completing missions to figure out that he's gay. He has even managed to fool around a little, though he never actually topped or bottomed. It was mostly hands and mouths.

He adored Arthur from the first moment he saw him, and knew from first glance that this was the man he'd been waiting for. There was something about Arthur that just called out to him.

Doesn't actually need his glasses to see. They're for reading nearly microscopic print in Corpus contracts so he doesn't get scammed. They also help him catch small details he might miss.

He draws and paints as a sort of secret hobby, and keeps sketchbooks full of artwork hidden away from everyone. He also paints all of his warframes himself, by hand, instead of letting the Arsenal's automated systems do it for him. He likes putting his personal touch into every warframe he keeps.

Doesn't remember how old he exactly is -- or his birthday for that matter, but he appears to be in his late 20's to early 30's.

Wears purple and blue because they are his favorite colors.

Favorite flower is the Moonlight Dragonlily.

Was severely underweight and malnourished when he first arrived in Hollvania, because of a life lived constantly on the run. He had to eat small portions due to the food being too rich for him. He'd just throw it all back up if he tried to eat a normal sized portion.

His weight was frankly horrifying to Arthur, who saw how skinny Dion was without clothes on, and took it upon himself to package up a bunch of small portions labelled 'Drifter.' That way, Dion could just grab food whenever he felt hungry - which was often.

Dion's use of void powers burns a lot of calories, so he was constantly snacking on something throughout the day until he reached a more stable and healthy body weight. He was able to tone down the snacking once he was able to eat normal meals.

Dion also had trouble sleeping up until he was in the backroom. There was nowhere that was truly safe for him to be until then. In Duviri he was hunted like a rabid dog that needed to be put down, and he didn't feel like he belonged on Earth in the future.

Considers Aoi, Kaya and Lettie his sisters. Will actually be Eleanor's brother-in-law if he and Arthur decide to get hitched.

Considers Amir his brother. He always wanted a brother.

Considers Quincy a very dear friend and also his guide to all things 1999. Quincy is also the best wingman he could ask for. He helped Dion to fit in better, and to not be so socially awkward.

Is incredibly fond of Flare and often does their makeup for them when they want a change from their glam rock appearance. He's also been known to hand paint pretty designs on Lizzie.

Thinks of Minerva and Velimir like an aunt and uncle. Minerva is the wine aunt and Velimir is the uncle with all the wild stories.

[crying-mybest]

Star Thief (Part 2)

TW- invading privacy, fear of abandonment

word count- 1,300

Masterlist Part 1 Part 3

Showers were a rare privilege in my life. You don't take showers on Jakku, water is expensive and scarce. The most you’d get is a bucket to clean essential areas, salt was used to reduce sweat and smells but most people on Jakku didn't care about that. Showering after so long felt alien but the routine returned to me after a few long minutes of standing in the water. The clothes Ren had sent were basic, training shorts and a tight yet comfortable shirt. 

After cleaning and dressing myself I took the time to explore the area. The light hurt my eyes but they soon adjusted to the fluorescents. The room across from the refresher was a bedroom. It was dark and messy, the bed had silk sheets and wool blankets. The room seemed to be well-lived and a reflection of the man who spent his nights here. Next to the bedroom was a kitchen and dining room that seemed to never be used. Pristine black countertops and silver appliances looked like they had never been touched, the same went for the dining area a black leather booth with a silver table not a fingerprint in sight. Last was the room next to the refresher. The door opened to a dark room with many wall panels. There was a small window looking out into space and a single well-worn chair with a table across from it. On The table a black mangled mask sat, there was something familiar about it, some deep repressed memory, How odd I thought, before closing the door. 

On one side of the hall was the door to the grand office on the other was an open area, walking toward the opening I quickly noticed the scorch marks on the floor. The large open space was once nice with a skylight and luxury furniture, though it was a disastrous mess of slashed and burnt shapes hardly classified as chairs and tables, the once obsidian black floors were now clouded, scratched, and burned. He didn't have much free time or company. 

At this point, it had been a few hours since Kylo Ren had left. It was uncertain what would be in store for me when he returned, so I concluded it would be wise to get some rest. At first, I ruled out his bed thinking it was too strange he didn't even know me, but the lack of places to lie down left me with few options, I figured it would be a subtle taunt. It was a large bed and frankly, it fit him. I hadn't realized the true size of the man until standing next to him, his height was naturally exaggerated in propaganda but his true size was still imposing, of course, the outfit was probably helping him too. The sheets were cool and everything felt so foreign. The very concept of a bed was now a luxury, it had been around 15 years since I slept on a proper bed, and even then a bed as big as this was a first for me. I drifted to sleep, despite the circumstances it was the best sleep of my life. 

Kylo Ren's Pov

I was rushing around like a madman. The information acquired from the interrogation was infuriating, the resistance was catching up, they now had one portion of the map to Skywalker and the race was getting closer. We needed to get the base functional and find the second part of the map. If the damn officers could do their jobs right then I could focus on the tasks at hand. The girl only added a second layer to the problem, but if she proved capable and willing she might be the solution to many problems. I knew that before making any decisions about the future I would have to consult with the Supreme Leader and confirm to the crew that the stowaway was captured. 

My first order of business was to meet with my cabinet at the time, General Hux and Captain Phasma. I explained the situation and ordered that a rotation of guards patrol the sector and that maintenance begin cleaning and looking for any necessary repairs to the vents. She was not my prisoner but changing her mind was not an option. With that I also revealed the information of the map and pressured Hux to get the weapon operational, to which the General suggested setting course for the base now, I reluctantly agreed and with that, the meeting was adjourned. My second course of action was to integrate the 2 remaining Resistance Fighters, before returning to my office to give a daily report to the Supreme Leader.

By the time I returned to the suite I had almost forgotten about the girl, until noticing the footprints and frantically checking every room, I couldn’t have her slip through the cracks. The sight of her in my bed felt strange, it was annoying but at least she was clean. Having anyone in my private chambers felt wrong, and my anger flared, But I still had work to do. 

The transmission with Snoke was made short due to the travel but the meeting back on base would be far longer. The girl was still sleeping. I contemplated waking her, but it felt rude and annoying. It's not like I could do anything else with her, so instead I meditated, it calmed me in a way that made the stress feel less explosive. After a few hours, I checked on the girl. She was still asleep, I stood in the doorway for quite a while watching out of curiosity. I walked toward the bed, curious if I could see her memories in this vulnerable state. I placed my hand next to her head and searched her mind, flashes of vague thoughts flew by until one memory materialized.

She was smaller and in a busy area of the Mandalore Capitol, she was using the force to steal coin purses and candy, just as she was about to make her escape down an alley. A hand grabbed her shoulder, panic filled her thoughts as the person dragged her into a quiet outcropping. 

"You’re rather small for a thief." the figure said in a soft somewhat familiar voice.

The girl remained silent, staring down refusing to look the stranger in the eyes.

"You’re gifted and you need training.", 

The girl remained silent but now looked up at the Togruta woman. I thought for a while the woman looked so familiar but I couldn't place it and instead, I continued, and found a different memory, one far more painful.  

In this, she was slightly older staring down at a mossy forest floor while the voice from before scolded her. “That was a reckless move, one of many you've made in the last month,” she was angry and disappointed.

“I’m sorry master Tano.” remorse filled her voice.

“Sorry isn’t acceptable anymore.” 

“Please, I just lost control for a second.”

“A Jedi must maintain composure at all times; I'm sorry little one but I can no longer train you.” The memory went dark and suddenly the girl's hand shot up to meet him, restraining me in a skilled wrist lock. “I waited 5 days for her to come back, gave up eventually, and found an outpost a ways away. I searched the galaxy trying to finish my training.” her disappointment and her anger was evident as she released my hand and stood up.

I was still crouched next to the bed, looking up at her. She maintained eye contact, which intrigued me. Not many would be so brave. I stood and took a moment to examine her closer. She had defiant eyes, they looked into mine with an angry fire, the clothes fit her fine but were rather bland. The Supreme Leader would demand to see her before she could be trained, she needed to be dressed appropriately for an audience.

[shieldhearted]

Written for @jilymicrofics March challenge Prompt 16: Meatball || Words: 439 Rating: T

“Ugh, what did you do to this?”

He looks up from his plate to see Sirius looking at the meatball on his fork with disgust. James immediately feels self-conscious. He can cook, he’s fully capable of it, but it is Lily who is truly the inspired chef in the house.

Lily though is recovering from childbirth. James has never seen her look as tired as she’s been this last week. Of course he wanted to take any burden off her shoulders.

“It can’t be that bad,” James said, resisting the urge to nervously flatten his hair. “I was taste testing throughout the whole process!”

“It tastes like dog food, Prongs.”

“Maybe that’s just a you problem, Padfoot,” James muttered darkly.

Still, he eyed the dish of meatballs and rice with apprehension. Maybe he really had mucked it all up?

“Go ahead a try it,” there was a wicked gleam in Sirius’s eye. “You don’t want to give that to your wife. It’ll eventually wind up feeding Harry too! Don’t want to start off parenting on the wrong foot, eh?”

James was not nearly as exhausted as Lily, but he was still more tired than he’d ever remembered being. And he was not in good spirits. Still, he took a tentative bite of one of the meatballs.

And it was…

Well it was all right, actually.

James had had better, made better. But it was perfectly edible. It tasted decent. He shot Sirius a filthy look. Sirius in response, burst out laughing.

“You should see your face! I’ve never seen you look so worried about something!”

“Fuck you, Padfoot.”

James started dishing up a plate for Lily, making sure her portion size was bigger than what he or Sirius was going to get. Nursing was taking a lot out of her.

“You’re supposed to be here helping.”

“And I am. But you also need to be regularly brought down a peg, mate.”

“That can be put on hold,” James got a class from the cabinet and poured cool water into it. “It’s hard enough trying to figure out what a baby needs.”

“They just need love and care right now,” Sirius said sagely. “You two already have that figured out.”

“Cheers.”

Exhausted, drained, James made his way upstairs with dinner. Lily was sat on their bed in the process of swaddling Harry.

“Hey,” she muttered, not looking up. “Smells great.”

“Thanks.”

Once Harry was properly restrained, Lily handed him over to James. Below, James could hear Sirius going about cleaning up the kitchen.

Lily ate her dinner in silence. She made no sign that the meal was below her standards.

[pjisskullourful]

• His Canvas •

🎨 Ethan × reader

18+ readers only!! 🔥 sweet but smutty, explicit af

° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert

° you have been dating Ethan for a while and you decide that he's the one you want to lose your virginity to

wordcount: 10,027

° anon request: what about loosing your virginity to Ethan and like he knows that you desperately want him but he also knows and warns you that no matter her gentle he is, you probably won’t be able to walk the next day ° gigantic shoutout to queen @faye2607 for her amazing astrological insights that helped me figure out the direction of this fic& the title is inspired by a song from her spectacular spicy playlist 💋 [send your own request in here!] [or get more control& priority by booking a commission!]

° lyrics stolen from mia martina

° [ITA:] cristo: christ

paint my body boy, i'll be your canvas. don't talk to me, just show me your talent.

The fifth date and it was time for Ethan to show you one of his hidden talents - his strong artistic skills in the medium of painting. It was payback after you had shown him your hidden talent - knowing far too much about astrology. A lunchtime date at your apartment had ended with you putting hours into doing his birth chart. He had listened intently to every word, sitting on the ground with you as you had scribbled on different scraps of paper. He hadn't had someone explain this much about the zodiac signs to him before and you could tell he was actually interested, not just nodding while mentally wishing you would shut the Hell up.

It had taken up a lot of time, in fact it had taken up the remainder of the date. He had to rush off for rehearsals, leaving you in your self-created mess of enthusiastically sharing your special interest. He had to leave before the deed could be done. 

The fourth date - you should have been sleeping with him by now. Every piece of media that you had ever consumed had told you that the third date was the magic one. A woman who didn't sleep with a man on the third date was frigid, prudish and not worth his time.

But now you were at the fifth date and you hadn't gone any further than second base. Your tongue knew his quite well at this point, but the question of what would happen if you let him do more than just unhook your bra hung heavy in the air.

He knew that you were a virgin (you had blurted this out during your second date) and it seemed he was determined to stay as respectful as possible. Potentially he was waiting for you to make the first move, but you kept finding distractions.

Was this what today's art project would be, just another distraction as you remained within your comfort zone? He had invited you to his apartment, but beyond telling you that it would include painting, you were in the dark of what he actually had planned. Was he going to teach you how to paint something? Would he ask if you could recreate the sketching scene from Titanic?

You had been to his apartment once before, but that was a quick stop in. This would be hours in his home.

It looked different to what you recalled, all of the furniture pushed out, towards the walls. In the lounge room, a large portion of the wood floors was covered by a plastic sheet. It clicked when you saw three canvases of varying sizes resting against the wall. 

He came over to stand beside where you were, your eyes trying to locate the easels. He was dressed in a tank top that already bore smears of paint, all in different colours and different stages of fading to indicate the inconsistency of their ageing. When you looked at him, it was to find he was smiling and you felt yourself put at ease.

"I figured that we should do something less formal, something fun- 'cause you said you hadn't painted since you were a kid, right?" He said. "Which means the last time you painted was for fun and that's what we wanna do here- finger painting. You don't have to do anything that's focused on perfection. It's to just play in the paint, you don't have to try to impress me. Nothing too serious."

You snickered before you could stop yourself. "Sorry. It's just… you just literally always look like every situation that you're in is the most serious thing in the whole world."

He narrowed his eyes into a glare. "Just for that- you're getting the smallest canvas."

The two of you took up a place on the ground, cross-legged and surrounded by bottles of paint of seemingly every colour. He had one canvas laid out in front of him and, in the opposite of his threat, it was the smallest of the three. You had your own sitting in front of your folded legs, at a complete loss of where to start.

"Are you ready?" He asked, tying his hair away from his face into a quick, careless bun. "Or do you need more wine to get the creativity flowing?"

You picked up a bottle of lilac paint, popping open the lid and upending it over the blank white surface. "I've got it covered."

You squirted out a generous dollop towards the bottom right corner of the canvas, pushing it up in a half-circle. Then you collected a bottle of the darkest purple in sight. You worked at creating a gradient, adding in other shades of purple to fill out the canvas.

You kept sitting back to survey your progress, looking over it and letting your sticky hands rest. You couldn't stop yourself from seeing the imperfections - the different sections were inconsistent in size, the lines that separated them too obvious.

Then your overthinking became an issue for you to critique - surely you were thinking too much and messing this whole thing up. Your critical eye was keeping you from properly connecting with this process as he had intended. You worried that you were taking too long, so much of the canvas was still bare and he must be bored.

But when you looked up, you found that he wasn't progressing far ahead of you at all. His canvas had only one corner covered in a small swatch of light blue. Instead of paying any attention to his painting, he was watching you, a small, shy smile pulling at one cheek.

At once you felt self-conscious. "What? Am I doing this so terribly wrong?"

"No, not at all." He said, still looking amused. "I'm just… don't mind me. It's nothing, I'm just curious about your process."

"Does it look like I have any kind of process?" You asked. "Wait, but what about you? Or is this part of your process- studying me like a zoo exhibit?"

"I wasn't… you're cute, okay? And I was getting distracted, 'cause I just wanted to look at you."

You felt a stirring of giddiness in your gut as you smiled at him, it made you tremble, it made you want to take action. You broke eye contact just long enough to swipe your finger through a dollop of paint. "Well, that's not what I came here to do. I wasn't told that I'd be getting googly eyes on me." You leaned forward, across the space between the two of you. "I was promised painting."

You smeared the purple paint across his cheek and he smiled, no witty retorts lined up for this scenario.

"This paint is non-toxic, right?" You asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, that's good, because…" You put a darker shade of purple on your fingers before you dragged them over his other cheek. "Sorry, I just have a thing about symmetry. It would've driven me nuts looking at just one painted cheek."

"Good, I'm glad, I would hate for you to go nuts."

You looked down at his canvas. "You look like you've hit a bit of a creative block here, huh? Do you need some help?"

"Help?" He repeated.

"Yeah, maybe it's the canvas, maybe it's the wrong, like, medium, or whatever." You said. "Maybe if you painted on something else, it could give you a different perspective on what to paint."

He furrowed his brow, tilting his head to the side. "What are you suggestin-..." His eyes grew wide as he watched your movements. "What are you...what are you doing?"

You had grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off from over your head. "What if you painted on me?" You pushed yourself up onto your knees.

He gazed up at you. "What do you, um, are you sure?"

"Yeah." You said with a shrug. "You said the paint was non-toxic."

He was starting to smile as you continued taking off your clothes, wriggling free of your denim shorts. "I've never really painted on someone's body, and I don't even know if this is the right paint for that. But, that could be fun. I've already kinda got an idea in mind."

"You do?" Your face flushed, your heart pounding - the way you were trembling under his gaze was more intense than usual.

"Yeah." He had grabbed a paintbrush. "I could paint a fish scale design up-and-down your legs, to kind of make you look like a mermaid, mid-transformation or something. Does that make any sense?"

You nodded. "It does and I think that sounds really cool, I'd love to get turned into a mermaid."

"Okay." He picked up the mostly-blank canvas and moved it away, clearing the space in front of him, right before his folded legs. "Sit here and you can just stretch your legs out, or you can lay down if that's more comfortable."

You considered making a joke out of asking if he wanted you to spread your legs. But the words got stuck in your throat. You could feel the anticipation was thick in the air between the two of you and you were silently grateful that you had put on a cute, matching pair of lingerie. 

It was the first time he was seeing your underwear, it was the first time anyone was seeing your underwear. You had been expecting this moment, both excited for and nervous over it. Your body had always been your secret, all of the parts that you didn’t like could be kept hidden.

But now you were exposing and entrusting yourself to him. You knew that he’d dated skinnier girls. Maybe there had been girls who could keep up with him in the gym - girls who had contoured muscles, where you had curves.

But if he noticed your stretch marks, it was for less than a second. His gaze spent most time on your face - this was where he was studying, trying to read what you weren’t saying.

You sat down with him on your left side, stretching your legs out straight in front of you. “Paint me like one of your French fishies.”

“Do you have any colour palette in mind?” He asked.

“None whatsoever.”

He had picked up one of the mixing trays, resting this on his knee, before he started to grab at different bottles of paint. “You started with purple over there, which I appreciate, ‘cause that’s my favourite colour. We could have these warm-toned purples…” He showed each colour to you. “And what I think would also look great, adding in some oranges. Again, in these warm-tones, ‘cause that’ll match the warm colour of your eyes.”

You smiled, he hadn’t required a second look to confirm the colour of your eyes. He already knew this detail beyond a shadow of a doubt. “That sounds good to me.”

He prepared the colours, squirting a few generous dollops onto the palette. You were experiencing what was the opposite of leering - there had been men on the street that had stared at your body for a greater length of time.

“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, like if I put my hand somewhere that you don’t want it or anything- please, tell me straight away and I’ll stop, no explanation needed, I’ll just…” He demonstrated how quickly he could raise his hands into the air, making you chuckle a little, reminding you of a criminal getting a gun pointed at them. “Okay?”

You nodded with a smile. “Okay, thank you.”

He had wet the bristles of the brush with the purple paint, but he touched your skin with his fingertips. “Are there any ticklish or otherwise sensitive spots that I should avoid?”

You bit into your lip, it didn’t matter how respectful his gaze was, he was still able to make you blush. “No, you can touch me wherever.” His hand halted on your knee, his eyes growing wider. “I mean, when you’re painting, uh, when you’re painting on my legs.”

“Good to know.” He said, his hand holding firm to your knee as his fingers caressed over your skin.

When he did start painting on you, it seemed that he was picking the safest zone possible - creating his first cross over your ankle, the outside of your ankle. In precise strokes, he painted higher up your leg, the purple lines evenly spaced in a uniform pattern.

But watching the painting as it developed on your skin couldn’t hold your interest for very long. Soon, you had found something better to focus on.

“Now who’s studying who like an exhibit at the zoo?” He asked, meeting your eye as he paused to dip his brush back into the paint.

You let out an exaggerated sigh. “Where am I supposed to look, Ethan? You’re right in front of my face.”

“Are you complaining about that?”

“No…” You said, your voice smaller than before as you temporarily looked back to where he was progressing. “I would never complain about having you so close to my face.”

He was smiling as he readjusted how he was holding your leg steady, with his hand gliding up your skin until he could hold you firmly at the underside of your knee. “You’re so cute.”

Even beyond where he was touching, you could feel your skin heating up. “Really? You still think I’m cute, even after I smeared paint on you for literally no reason?”

“No, you had a reason.” He said, his paintbrush beginning to apply colour across your kneecap. “You were being cheeky, which does add to the whole cuteness factor you’ve got going. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you attacked me with paint, but I just hadn’t expected the date to go this way.”

“Is that so?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

The top of your knee was covered, but he didn’t move onto your thigh as you had been hoping. Instead he was guiding your leg over, allowing him to start on the other side of your ankle.

“Yep.”

“You didn’t plan this date- this quite messy date, to have the risk of my clothes getting dirty, so that you could offer to clean them at once?”

“No, I would never try to trick you out of your clothes.” He said.

“You wouldn’t have to trick me.” You said in response to the earnest look on his face. “You could just ask.”

“Apparently I don’t even have to do that.” He joked as he gestured to your current state of undress, making you giggle. “I’m really glad that you feel comfortable enough to sit here with me like this…”

You shrugged. “Comfortable, waiting for any excuse to take my clothes off in front of you. Same thing, right?”

His eyes were wider as he got distracted from turning you into a mermaid again, all of his attention placed on reading your body language. “Oh, is that what you were angling for?”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, a warm blush taking over your face. “Will it make you think less of me if I say yes?”

He placed the brush and palette aside, covering your unpainted knee with his hand. “Not at all.” The way his soulful eyes gazed into yours, there was no doubting his sincerity. “There is something very sexy about a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to communicate that.”

The change in adjective felt significant and now you were really blushing. “Not cute?”

“No, I meant what I said, sexy.” He said. “I think you’re sexy. I was thinkin’ that before you took your clothes off and I’ll still find you sexy when your clothes are on again.”

You smiled, feeling your heart overflowing with so many giddy emotions. But none of these could be translated into words, there was a lack of efficient language in your head right now.

You endeavoured to let your actions speak for you instead, planting a hand on either side of his face and drawing him in closer. You were still grinning as your lips met, with your fingers caressing his cheeks while one of his hands moved into your hair. Your chest swelled, the excitement pumping through your system faster than ever.

He put his arm around your waist and your bodies were even closer as he followed the hungry rhythm that you set. You grasped his shoulders as you felt yourself in what could have been familiar territory - you were comfortable kissing him, he had told you what he liked, you didn’t get nervous over this level of intimacy.

But the thoughts rushing through your mind kept you feeling that this was only half-familiar. You sunk into every sensation, but you were thinking of what else you could feel. The excitement was at a dizzying height and your breath grew shallower as you prepared for a diversion from regular indulgences. His hand on your back touched to where your bra was clasped shut, but it moved away far too quickly.

You pulled away, licking your lips. His eyes remained shut and you saw him remaining in that moment. You craved to know how the desire felt for him - what would you have to do to get him to share it?

“I believe you that this wasn’t how you wanted the date to go, but now that this is how it’s going…” You said, shifting in your dampened panties. “Can we let it go further?” His eyes had fluttered open as he held his hands at the middle of your back - if you had been clothed and in public, this wouldn’t have drawn stares that questioned the appropriateness.

“I wanna sleep with you.” You said as his eyes studied your face, trying to pick out the nonverbal cues he had learnt as you got to know one another. “Can we have sex?”

“You don’t wanna be a mermaid?” He asked.

You smiled as you replied. “Not anymore, I wanna be the girl who gets to say that you’re her first.”

His hand went to your cheek, drawing you in for more kisses. There were butterflies in your stomach, you were so thrilled that he hadn’t rejected you. You savoured each kiss, feeling how it was leading to something more, something grander.

“I want you.” He said, his lips remaining very close to yours. “I want you to show- will you show me how to make you feel good?” His eyes were staring directly into yours. “Will you show me the secrets of your body?”

The intensity of his gaze only heightened the impact of his words, making you start to lose your breath. “Yes, I want you to have them.”

His lips brushed against yours, making your eyes flutter shut before he whispered to you. “All of your secrets are safe with me. Do you wanna lay down and get comfortable for me?”

You didn’t suggest a change in setting, you paid little to no attention to all of the paint supplies surrounding you. You moved out of his embrace, ignoring the crinkling sounds that the drop-sheet made as you started to lie down. Flat on your back, you kept your eyes on him and the thoughtful expression that he wore.

He came over to sit beside your hip, keeping his hands to himself for the moment. “You don’t have to get totally naked if you don’t want to. There’s no need to take your underwear off if you aren’t comfortable with that.”

You readjusted, moving your hands up to the clasp of your bra because you were practically naked already and this felt like the next logical step. You took your bra off and his eyes travelled down to this part of your body, taking in more than anyone else had. You bit into your lower lip as you picked up the waistband of your panties, moving them down, until you could kick them off.

Your whole body was buzzing with adrenaline and you weren’t entirely sure how to act now that you were so far out of your depth. But he was there, so at least you weren’t facing this on your own.

“You can just tell me, at literally any second, if you aren’t enjoying yourself or if something makes you uncomfortable, okay? I need you to know that.” He said.

“Okay.” You said with a nod. “Do you think that you could take your shirt off? Just so that I’m not the only naked one.”

“Of course.” Instantly he grabbed for the bottom of his shirt.

You watched this keenly, a smile forming on your lips as your eyes moved over that perfect torso. “Nice.”

He chuckled as he tossed the shirt off to the side, some of his hair fell loose from the tie in this process. He smiled when your eyes met again. “Do a big stretch for me, okay?” He raised his arms up above his head and you copied this demonstration. You stretched all the way down to your feet, even pointing your toes. “Good. Do you feel that tension melting off of your body?”

“Yeah.” You said. “So, what is it that you wanted me to do exactly?”

“I wanna know how to treat you the way that you like, so if you wouldn’t mind giving me a kind of tutorial by touching yourself. Only if you want to. I think it will help you relax and it puts you in control of the situation, which is how I want it to be.” He said.

“Okay.” You said and you laid a hand down over your bare cunt. You weren’t sure how to start, but you knew that your pussy was getting desperate for attention.

You could see the encouragement in his eyes and you moved your thighs a little further apart. Touching lightly, you used your fingers to explore the curves of your crotch. You could feel how heated this area was as your fingers brushed over the tight curls of hair.

You massaged your labia, just letting the blood pool in this area for a moment. He leaned down alongside you, using an elbow to keep himself somewhat propped up. He seemed unable to determine where to rest his eyes, looking from your pussy to your face and back again, the most thorough audience you could ever have.

You slipped your hand down lower, extending two of your fingers. With these, you sought out your entrance. You weren’t surprised to find just how wet your cunt was as you moved your fingers for the hole. You spread yourself open with the tips of your fingers.

He leaned in closer, his breath warming your face before you felt his lips caressing yours. You kissed him back as you ran your fingers up-and-down the sides of your entrance. He broke away only slightly, murmuring against your lips. "Take your time, okay?" You kept your fingers in their steady motion as he looked into your eyes. "There's absolutely no hurry."

You nodded, unable to think of anything to say right now. He remained close, kissing you slowly, with little breaks in between so that he could keep watching you. You guided the tips of your fingers inside of your wet walls. You maintained control, only going in slightly, just to get your fingers coated in the eager moisture.

You took your fingers up, gliding them up to your clit. With your thighs clenching, you began playing with the sensitive bud. It felt exciting and dreamy straight away, making you want to keep going. He put one hand to the back of your head, cradling you here as his eyes moved from your face to your pussy again, almost like a pendulum swinging back-and-forth.

You rubbed the hood up-and-down, taken in by the building sensations. He was seemingly transfixed by you and you let him see you squirm. Your chest was tight and you started to press a little more firmly.

You didn't stop to question yourself, or give time for shame to sink in, instead you somewhat confidently followed what felt good. You swirled the tips of your wet fingers around your clit, making yourself quiver in the process. You kept going as your knees shook and he began pressing kisses to your lips again. You slipped into the momentum with him, your mouths moving in sync with one another.

You stopped your swirling, seeking out a different kind of stimulation. You extended your middle finger and moved your hand down, until you could penetrate your cunt. You went in properly this time, whimpering against his mouth as you pushed in deeper.

His curiosity prompted him to break the kiss and he looked down at your progress. Lightly, he placed his hand over the wrist of your occupied hand. “Does that feel good?”

It took effort to swallow. You were sure that your eyes and reactions were giving away your enjoyment. But he wanted to hear it. And that was intimidating, you weren't accustomed to speaking during masturbation. He wanted you to expose what you were truly feeling, inviting you to savour something you could occasionally feel ashamed of.

But you felt soothed, trusting he would take care of you and whatever you offered to him.

“Mm-hmm, yeah. I really like the way it feels.” You said.

“Do you wanna keep going?” He asked.

“Definitely.”

He smiled and pressed his lips to yours. “Show me more.”

You had started to move your finger, going back-and-forth between your receptive inner-walls. He kissed you more, at the same time his hand was leaving your wrist, moving to cover your hand. He was just shadowing you at first, getting a sense of the momentum you had established.

Then you felt him properly grip your hand, this was followed by him adding to your pumps, guiding you to more defined conclusions. You couldn't determine if it was his influence or not, but you began to increase your speed. This allowed you to tap into some wonderful friction.

As you kissed him back, you could feel your gut tightening because you were anticipating the next level of this pleasure. You couldn't help it. You were feeling confident that an orgasm would happen, but first you needed to get through that intimidating loss of control, marked by wild tremors. It was all getting closer, you were sure of it.

“What do you usually do next? Do you go in deeper and try to get your g-spot?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I do.” You said, keeping your eyes shut.

“Do you wanna show me, baby?”

Your breath shook, not filling your lungs as much as you hoped for. “Mm-hmm.”

His hand remained attached to yours as you began extending your finger in deeper. You concentrated on moving it the right way, bringing your other fingers flush to your wet labia. He was too distracted by watching you to kiss you presently. Your breath skipped again-and-again as you strived for consistency.

You found the sweet spot, warmth blooming into your tummy in response.

But you didn't get fixated on this stimulation. You moved your hand, acting on an impulse before you could overthink it and get scared. You removed your finger so that you could change the way his hand held yours, you relocated his hand to the bottom. Now your hand was going to guide his as he gained uninterrupted access to your bare skin. You pressed your finger into the back of his middle finger, giving him the indication that this was the one you wanted.

He didn’t rush, letting his finger get slowly swallowed by the warmth of your pussy. He took a moment to watch what he was doing.

When his eyes moved back to your face, you felt like you could have immediately caught fire under his gaze. It was intense, so intense that you didn’t know what to do.

Your only solution was to return his intensity by kissing him. You wrapped your arm around him and lifted your torso from the floor a little. You shut your eyes as you captured his lips with yours. You enjoyed a kiss that felt like it didn’t have to end - both of you had nothing but time to explore this new level of intimacy, which kept your heart fluttering.

You preferred the feeling of his finger in your cunt. Your appreciation for the thicker digit only increased when he began to curl it, reaching up once he was in deep enough. A little whine left your mouth because you were feeling amazed over how easily he had found your g-spot.

Even more amazing was what he could do with it. Dazzling tingles were spread all throughout your body as he ended every plunge of his finger by colliding with your g-spot. As he steadily worked his finger back-and-forth between your inner-walls he made you wait to feel the tip of his finger in that magical spot again. The anticipation made you squirm. And it was always worth the wait.

You couldn’t help the way that your hips started to move, excited little thrusts that worked to their own pacing. When you weren’t actively thrusting, there were twitches and shivers that took over your body. You clung to him even tighter, your fingernails pressing against his skin.

You were moaning before your mouths separated, the sound only getting louder once the kiss had ended. You held your eyes shut, trying to come to terms with the pressure that was building up at such a deep point inside of you. It was going to get overwhelming, already proving to be inescapable.

“Is-... does that feel good?” He asked.

You gave a little laugh. “Yeah, it’s-... do you really need to ask me that?” You met his gaze. “I thought it would be obvious that I’m liking it.”

A sly smile came onto his face as the movement of his fingers eased off slightly (it felt like he was giving you a chance to think, how considerate). “Well, yeah. But do you have any idea how sexy it would be to hear you saying all the things that you’re feeling and enjoying, the things you’ve never shared with anyone else before?”

“That sounds dirty.” You said.

“Yeah, you could call it dirty talk.” He said and you almost felt like laughing again. “Did you want to try it for me?”

You hesitated. “What if I’m not good at it?”

The first part of his response was to kiss you. “Don’t think so much about it, baby. It’s the honesty that makes it sexy, you don’t have to be poetic, or even grammatically correct. And no matter what you say, I will not laugh at you. I promise.”

You nodded as you looked into his eyes, not doubting him for a fraction of a second. His words were immediately believable because he almost always looked so damn serious.

“Okay.” You said, moving in closer to him and closing your eyes, this made it easier to feel like you could lose yourself in all of this.

You kissed him, trying to think without falling victim to overthinking. He let you feel more stroking from his finger and this helped you break free of any thought cycles. You caressed his cheek as his massaging continued to give you indescribable sensations.

“You can go faster…” You said, unable to get your voice above a whisper. “I wuh-... would you go faster for me?”

“Of course, I’ll do anything you want.” He murmured against your lips, his words quickly followed by kisses.

He pumped his finger with more speed and maybe he went in deeper too. This prompted more eager whines to swell up in you and he consumed them all instantaneously.

You had never felt closer to anyone else, you thought you might stay on this high for at least a day, maybe longer. “You’re making me… that feels so good.”

“Good, baby, that’s exactly what I want.” He said, his voice was the perfect companion to all of the sensations rushing you. “Can I try a second finger?”

“Yep, I wanna try that.” You said.

His lips went to your very warm cheek as he retracted his finger, just the tip of it held by your cunt. Then he eased a second fingertip into this space.

Slowly he extended both fingers and your cunt adjusted for this. He didn’t rush for depth and you felt a new kind of warmth rushing out from your core, reaching down both legs. It was decadent, inviting you into the sweet surrender.

“Breathe deep.” He said in between kissing on your cheek.

You did this, your chest trembling in the process. At the same time you were feeling his fingers going deeper. You followed with another deep breath while your attention was primarily consumed by the gentle spreading of your cunt. It was more important than your breathing rate currently was.

“Is that too much?” He asked.

“No, I like it.” You said.

“That’s perfect.” He breathed into your ear.

He wasn’t stopping, there was still more of his fingers to fill you. Your cunt continued to accommodate this with the eagerness that you felt with each heartbeat. There was a pressure starting in the deepest part of you and you knew exactly what it could lead to.

Once his fingers were entirely buried inside, he tensed them. Then they curled and he was reaching for a different angle. Your breath caught when you realised he was going for your sweet spot again.

Both of his fingertips crashed into your g-spot, making your head fall back. You latched your hands onto him, gripping with all of your strength. You arched your back, feeling even more pressure at your core.

“Oh, Ethan…” You rasped as he brought motion into his fingers, bringing them back so that he could repeatedly push into your sweet spot.

Your hips were rocking again. Your movements weren’t perfectly synchronised to him, you didn’t have the coordination for that. This was just about using some of the powerful energy in your body, and the bits of friction you earned felt like an extra reward.

“Do you wanna come?” He asked.

“Yeah, yes, I do, I really wanna.” You said.

He moved his fingers faster again, until his treatment of your sweet spot was relentless. You could feel yourself beginning to fall apart, your sensitivities absolutely dominating you.

“Alright then, come for me.” He said.

Your eyes fluttered open to find him watching you, a careful stare that noticed every reaction. You were too filled with ecstasy to get weighed down with the insecurity that you would look ugly as you orgasmed. You let any thinking like that go.

And before too long, the pressure inside of you was snapping. You swore as your body jerked into his. It felt like all of your muscles were melting and you were grateful for his arm around you to keep you at least a little steady.

He pulled his fingers out of you, enabling him to wrap his other arm around you. As the warmth of your release started to peter out, the warmth of his body comforted you. His lips covered your forehead with kisses as you started to catch your breath again.

“Good girl.” He whispered. And even though this was the first time you had heard this, you immediately liked its sound. “You’re such a good girl…” You had started to smile, feeling like you had earned this compliment. “Good fucking girl.”

“That felt amazing.” You said, still elevated by the tingles in your body.

“Thank you for sharing your secrets with me.” He said and you lifted your head as you began to keep your eyes open for longer. “I appreciate it.”

You were infatuated by the high that filled you, and it had spawned from him. You caressed his cheek as you admired him. “What about your secrets?”

He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, it can’t just be all about me. What about how you’re feeling? I hope that got you turned on.” You said.

“Oh, it did, it really did. You don’t have to worry about that.” He quickly told you.

“Good.” You said and you placed a kiss on his lips. “So, don’t you wanna have sex?”

“No, I do, I definitely do. The idea of being your first is appealing to me, very appealing.” He said. “But I don’t wanna overwhelm you.”

You sat up, feeling more assertive. You put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him. “Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing. In this context, being overwhelmed could be a great, fun thing, right?” You gave him some more kisses. “I know that some people really like overwhelming their partners. It’s okay if that’s a thing you aren’t really into. But I’m not against-”

“It’s not that I’m not into…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Even if we put that aside, approval or disapproval, whatever. Beyond that, no matter what I do, no matter how gentle I try to be: it’s going to hurt you. That’s just the nature of first times, and I only want to make you feel good.”

“It can’t be that bad.” You said while you were still feeling brave.

“You might not be able to walk tomorrow.” He said.

This was such a dramatic statement that you couldn’t help the way you burst out laughing. This was something that would get said in porn, not real life. It was so unexpected and over the top that you couldn’t take it seriously, not at first.

Then you realised that he wasn’t laughing with you. He wasn’t smiling, not even a little bit.

Feeling awkward, you raised a hand up to cover your mouth as you started to get your laughter under control. As the sound died down, he continued to look at you with that serious expression.

“Sorry, I really thought that you were joking.” You said.

“No, I’m just trying to prepare you for what will probably happen if we sleep together.” He said.

As it got clearer that he wasn’t going to reveal this as some sort of prank, you tried to wrap your head around what he was actually saying. It seemed that he meant these words he was saying, so you needed to figure out how that made you feel. It was difficult to know how to respond to something so unexpected.

“Honestly, I don’t know-... I don’t get it. How is losing my virginity gonna affect my ability to walk?” You asked.

He cast his eyes down, taking an extra moment to gather his thoughts as he swallowed. “It’s ‘cause you wanna lose it to me. And I’m…” He hesitated, sighing. “This is gonna make me sound like such a fucking douchebag. But I’m- well, it’s kinda big. And your pussy, and your body are gonna go from nothing to a lot. It could turn out to be more than you can take.”

You definitely didn’t feel like laughing now. “Shouldn’t it be up to me to decide what I can or can’t take?”

“Baby…” He sighed.

You put your hands to his cheeks, easing him into looking up at you, meeting your eye again. “I appreciate you trying to, like, warn me. But I’m not worried like you are, and I don’t want to get into that headspace. I don’t have work or any kind of plans for tomorrow, so I can spend the entire day in bed, off my feet if I need to. I believe this will be worth it.”

You saw his lips part and you rushed to add another point before it was his turn to talk. “Please don’t ask me if I’m sure, because I definitely am. I couldn’t be anymore sure than I am of the fact that I wanna lose my virginity with you.”

“You’re really sexy when you’re all assertive like this.” He said, hints of a smile coming onto his face. “I can’t say that I’m not attracted to this side of you.”

“Explore it with me.” You said, inching closer to him as you were feeling encouraged again. “Stop worrying and just…”

You concluded your thought by putting your lips to his. To you, everything was so clear in that kiss.

But he gently broke it before you were ready for it. “Not here.”

He secured your hand in his then started to get up from the ground. You were grinning as you stood up as well. He led the way and you keenly kept up with him, heading for the hallway that led to his bedroom.

You had only been passing by this room before. The uncharted territory was very exciting.

He walked toward the bed, but turned to you rather than sitting or lying down. His eyes appraised you and you felt quivers throughout your body as his hands caressed your naked sides.

He licked his lips as you eased yourself in closer, feeling his body heat touching your skin again. He let you initiate the next kiss, stepping up the intimacy. He kissed you back as you put your hands on his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you to press against him. As you enjoyed this closeness, you got the sense that he had stopped being so consumed by his worries. And so you didn’t have to keep yourself prepared for this embrace to end at any second.

You slid your tongue past his lips, tasting him deeper. At the same time he trailed his fingertips down your back. You felt so secure with him like this, even though you couldn’t predict what he was going to do next.

He didn’t rush you to progress, it seemed that he was perfectly happy to just go on kissing you. You tapped into your assertive streak, initiating the next step as you desired it. You moved your hands to the top of his chest and pushed, only separating from his mouth once it was absolutely necessary.

He knew what you wanted without you having to speak. He backed up a couple of steps. Once he was close enough, you gave him a proper shove, getting him to fall back and land on the bed, his hair (which had come completely loose at some point) fanned out in the air around his head. Before he could get settled, you proceeded to place yourself on top of him. He put his hands on your body, supporting you as you climbed on top, bracing yourself with a knee on either side of his hips.

He gathered your hair up in his hands, holding it away from your face as you swooped down to capture his lips. As you kept kissing him, you pressed more of your body into him, gradually bringing more of your weight to rest on him.

When you eased your tongue into his mouth again, he moved his hand to the back of your head, encouraging you as he gently held you in place. Serving your greediness, you started to grind your body on him. At the same time you were massaging your tongue on the roof of his mouth. You could feel his body responding to you and it invigorated you. 

“You’re so perfect.” He said as you moved your lips lower, exploring onto his chin, and then throat. “Your sexiness: I can hardly believe it’s real.”

You paused, so surprised that you had to look at him. “How do you think I feel when I’m looking at you? You’re so unbelievable, Ethan.”

He gave you a quick kiss. “We can stop anytime you need to.”

“Thank you. But that feels like the opposite of what I need.” You said. “Please keep talking to me. Through the whole thing: please just talk to me, that’s what I need. But not like I’m a virgin that you have to over-explain everything to. Talk to me like I’m any other girl.”

“But you’re not any other girl.” He said.

Whatever you had been planning to say next promptly went flying out of your head. As you stared at him in the aftermath of that statement, you felt like you could have melted. You rushed to memorise these unexpected words.

A moment was necessary to gather yourself. “Just don’t feel like you can’t do shit with me. I don’t know what I don’t like, not really. So I wanna try heaps of stuff, everything. It’s gonna be amazing for me, no matter what. But I want it to be amazing and fun for you too.”

He lifted himself up a little, kissing you. “It already is, babe.”

He wrapped his arms around you as he readjusted, getting himself into a sitting position. Your body was controlled, ultimately moved off of his. He guided you onto the bed, then showed you that he wanted you to lay down on a pillow. You complied, getting comfortable as his attention went to the nightstand.

“I’ve got a lubricated condom here.” He said and you saw the small, packaged item now in his hand. “That should help us with, um, the fit. But if it starts to hurt, I need you to tell-...”

You placed your hand over his, giving it a brief squeeze to ensure that you had his attention. “I will. Could I see it, so I know what I’m preparing myself for?”

He held the square wrapper up for your benefit. “It says extra lube on the packet, but I’m sure it looks just the same as any other condom.”

“Uh-huh, I meant your cock.” You said. “And I think you know that. Please? You’ve been seeing me naked for hours now.”

He bobbed his head as he moved his hands down to the fly of his jeans. “Okay, you’re right.”

You did your best to affix your poker face (you hoped it was enough to convince him that you weren’t intimidated, as it was enough to convince your co-workers that you were genuinely interested in small talk with them).

He got the pants undone and down. As he removed them altogether, your eyes went to the shape that was pressing against the inside of his briefs. Your breath came in a little quicker as you properly registered the fact that you were about to see something you had fantasized about many times.

He started to take the underwear down, and quite quickly his cock sprung free. Your eyes grew wide because it was big - he hadn’t been over-exaggerating from a place of ego. You thought that both of your hands wrapped around it wouldn’t be enough to cover the entire length.

“Do you remember what I was saying a couple of minutes ago- about how you’re unbelievable” You asked as he removed his briefs. “Yep, I’m very confident that I chose the right word.”

He smiled, looking bashful. “Thanks, babe. We can take it as slowly as you like, I don’t want it to be too much for you.”

You parted your legs, creating a space that he could fill. “What if I want it to be too much?”

“You’re very ambitious, huh?” He asked as he tore into the condom wrapper. “Is that something that was covered in your birth chart?”

“Oh yeah, it’s in there. Does the ambition take away from my sexiness, or does it add to it?” You asked. You were hoping it wasn’t making you seem rude the way you couldn’t consistently make eye contact with him. You were getting distracted by watching him put the condom onto his erection.

“Adds to.” He said with a decisive nod. “Nothing could take away from how sexy you are.”

He got all of his shaft covered, then he started to lie down with you. He took his turn to be on top, kissing you as he settled into this new position.

You had never felt his body like this before, with nothing to interrupt or distract from the sensation of skin-on-skin. You didn’t mind the way this kept you from totally filling your lungs. Instead your focus went to noticing the brand new spots where you could feel his body connecting with yours. You were excited by what you didn’t know, rather than intimidated. You wrapped your arms around him, thrilled by the possibilities to be explored.

“Mm.” You hummed against his lips. “Are you gonna show me the secrets of your body?”

He caressed your hip, giving it some experimental squeezes, which you were definitely enjoying. “Yes, I’m gonna for you, my good girl.”

The hints of possessiveness in his tone pleased you, added to the intoxicating feeling in your head. You kissed him because you didn’t have any words worthy of saying right now. You knew you wouldn’t be able to express how marvellous it felt being wanted more so than you ever had been before.

He did some readjusting in the space between your legs, only one of his hands held onto you as he altered how his body weight rested on you. This led to you feeling something new pressing against you, high up on your inner-thigh. It took you a moment to recognise that this was his erection. The realisation made your heart skip over some beats.

The curiosity was burning through you. But you weren’t left waiting long to feel his dick on your crotch, being directed to your entrance. You kept kissing him, concentrating on what you knew you could handle.

You felt some pressure at your entrance, but it didn’t progress to anything more than that. You thought his hesitation had everything to do with you. Without separating from his lips, you showed him that you were ready for more by grinding your hips on his.

Your eagerness only grew with the tentative tempo that you moved your hips with. You could feel how sensitive from the earlier orgasm your pussy still was. The blood rushing back into this area made you notice a throbbing.

You got your hips lined up in a way that allowed you to drag your pussy up-and-down his shaft. You rubbed your wet heat along him, prompting him to wrap an arm around your middle, holding you firm to his body. The sounds of your lips meeting was soon accompanied by his quick inhales.

Your confidence in your movements was continuing to grow, but he was soon interrupting by drawing his hips away. There was some distance between your bodies, and you instantly disliked it.

But before you could figure out how to fix it, he was coming back to you. The first thing you felt was his cock, the tip pressing into your cunt. He didn’t pull it back this time. Instead you got to feel the increasing pressure that came from him beginning to fill into you.

You clung to him tighter than before, depending on the security of his embrace through these brand new sensations.

He paused while there was still more length to be buried into you, his arms tensed as he braced himself. “You okay, baby?”

Your heart was racing and you could feel quivers rushing through your system as you stood on the precipice of more. “Yeah, yep, I can take it.”

“Breathe deep.” He said, those serious eyes watching you carefully.

You nodded, but this very simple instruction took more effort than usual to complete. Your chest slowly inflated as you drew in a shaky breath. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moved your focus to how the breath felt.

As you were exhaling you felt him move closer, pushing in deeper. The pressure seemed to become more evenly distributed through your body, a presence you had to acknowledge.

“Good girl.” He said, inserting more of his length gently. “Do you like it?”

It was all-encompassing and the hints of intimidation only added to your excitement. Everything you were feeling was brand new, an intensity you had never achieved before.

And you knew you wouldn’t be the same after this.

“Yes, I really do.” You said.

He smiled, while appearing just as serious as he always did. He kissed you softly and you immediately responded, parting your lips and showing him more passion.

A moan was passed from your mouth to his as you felt him coming deeper again. One of your hands went to the back of his head, your fingers tangling into his hair. Your body was burning for him as you tried to prepare yourself for more.

His tip gently spread you further and you sucked on his top lip in response. More needy little sounds built up in your throat as your pussy adjusted to him.

With his lips still touching yours, he spoke. “You feel so good and you’re doing really well for me.”

You were continuously clenching and relaxing for him, your body’s only priority was to accommodate him. His kisses moved down to your throat again. Your mouth stayed open, trying to reclaim some air for your lungs.

He slid an arm beneath your body, lifting you from the bed. Locked in his embrace, you felt how he started to move, no longer just filling you. Between your sensitive walls, he rocked his dick, hitting new spots, all of them so receptive.

You swore under your breath as you marvelled at how perfect this motion felt. It was accelerating everything, while still giving you moments to slightly recover.

Your fingers clenched around the strands of his hair when he got a little faster. He moved with less hesitation, showing you more of what he could do with this determined rhythm. Your system pumped a gooey-kind of warmth through your body, the pleasure affecting so much of you.

He whined against your skin as he powered deeper. Your body jerked up into his as you were surprised by a new level of intensity.

“Uh, Ethan…” The syllables came out as strangled noises - nothing like how you were used to hearing your own voice.

“Are you gonna come for me again?” He asked and you felt his firm hand caressing the side of your face.

Opening your eyes to find him staring at you made your heart do a somersault and it felt like your knees turned to jelly. But you felt so safe, he didn’t need to say it.

“I want to.” You said and you turned your head, repositioning your mouth so that you could lick his thumb. “I really want to. But I want you to come, so badly.” You wrapped your lips around his thumb, giving it a brief suck. “Please, I want it. I want you to come.”

He gasped and you saw a new look in his eyes as you sucked more. Had he started to pump into you harder, or were you just getting more sensitive to his movements?

“Yeah, I- fuck, I will, baby. I’ll tell you when I’m getting close.” He said.

You kept his thumb in your mouth. You did your best to hold your eyes open, wanting to see the reactions dawning on his face. His responses, even in their subtlety, made you feel like you were doing it right, something you hadn’t expected.

“It’s not hurting?” He asked.

“Fuck no.” You said as quickly as you could.

He showed you a relieved smile, still working his hips into yours. His thumb left your mouth as he moved his hand lower, grabbing your hip.

“Baby…” He cooed. “Can you follow my lead?”

“Mm, uh-huh.” You said, knowing he would make sure this was something you could handle.

“Good. Move with me.” He said, and with a pull on your hip, he got you to rock up. “Mmn, yep, keep moving just like that.” You repeated the motion, feeling less uncoordinated than before. Then he was matching his movements to yours, adopting a different pace. “That's good. Yes, that's good. Do you like it?”

“Yeah.” You said, finding you could slip into a momentum without too much difficulty. To help brace yourself, you laid your hands against his sculpted chest. “I really fucking like it, Ethan.”

He held an arm under your body, supporting you away from the mattress and guiding more of you into the tempo. You were proud when you could consistently match him, your inexperience wasn’t leaving you behind.

The way your bodies matched felt Heavenly. The synergy was more than you had anticipated, feeding into the desire that burnt in your gut. You thought that every place where your skin met his would be marked with this lust for hours afterwards.

“This tight pussy was worth the wait.” He said.

He moved you into rocking quicker and you could pick up this tempo, feeling confident that this motion was something maintainable. It heightened the pleasure, your heart going faster because your widespread tingles were gaining power. You felt the excitement everywhere, your body becoming primed for the release.

With every movement creating more thrilling sensations, you started to go quicker, wanting to lessen the time spent between those rewarding peaks. You rutted yourself into him at your new, energetic tempo.

When he began matching you, he glided in deeper and made contact with your g-spot. Fireworks filled up your mind and your lungs froze around the current breath. Before he rocked back, you thought you could lose yourself entirely.

His next pound concluded at your sweet spot as well, then the next and you were soon consistently seeing fireworks. Keeping quiet was no longer an option, not while your composure was being turned into shreds. You wordlessly sobbed, getting louder than the sounds of your bodies collisions.

“Don’t stop, please.” You begged before he could have the chance to pause and check in with you. “Please don’t stop, please, please, baby please. Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”

He didn’t falter, not missing a single jolt. You weren’t able to keep your eyes constantly open. But when you did gain a glance at him, you saw the expression on his handsome face, it was full of concentration and looked similar to clips you had seen of him drumming an especially intense part of one of his songs. It didn’t matter when you looked, he was always watching you.

“I know you’re getting close.” He said between little grunts of effort. “I can see that you’re fucking blissed out, it’s so gorgeous. So, so fucking gorgeous and sexy…”

The pressure was so intense that it felt like it could split you in half. But that wasn’t enough to make you stop. You remained invested in this rewarding momentum.

“Come for me.” He coached in a strained whisper. “You’re right there, I know you are. Come for me like the good girl you are.” It started to sound like a chant and you were shuddering wildly against him. “Come, cuh-um…”

Something so deep inside of you burst, a significant rupture and you instantly let everything go. You threw your head back and cried out in triumph. You lost yourself entirely, feeling the most powerful afterglow of your life.

He whimpered and groaned, writhing against your overworked body. But it was only for a moment longer. Then he pressed himself against you, swearing and saying your name as he completely dropped out of the rhythm.

“Cristo…” He sighed as he rocked his body weight back from you.

You were satisfied, but tender. Parts of your body ached and throbbed with slight hints of pain. The exertion had been incredible and you thought it could take longer than an hour for you to start feeling any energy returning.

He murmured your name and you looked to find him surveying you with a deeply concerned expression. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I promise I am. I’m just… you’ll have to forgive me for being a little out of it, my whole world was just rocked and I lost my virginity.” You said, caressing his cheek. “Did you see which way it went?”

This relaxed him enough to show you a slight smile. “No, I’m sorry. I think it’s gone for good.”

You lifted yourself up so you could kiss him. “I’m not sorry.”

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HIHIHI 🦐 ANON AGAIN IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED MY HC 🥺 i have so many omg

im assuming that there's not a lot of food sources available for taco so by this point she has gotten used to going about her day with very little emergy/feeling hungry, she would forget to eat a lot (or purposefully not eat to "conserve food" for others/for more difficult times) and mic has to remind her a lot

taco has probably gotten decently good at living in the woods and making do with stuff because assuming she has scavenged for food or whatever in that forest she could be growing her own food or actually hunting

she's probably semi-good at tech stuff, near test tube's level if not just as good (when she first acquires the invisibow it glitches out/breaks after a few tries but then later on it just never breaks once ? which leads me to assume she fixed it up/improved it somehow.) also the other 2 invisibows had to come from somewhere (the one knife broke and mic/mepad's bow)

she probably has a hoarding problem XD

i think i read a post of yours mentioning she has insomnia because of the forest but consider. she has insomnia because she has to stay alert so she doesn't get caught by the other contestants/anyone in general while she was living in the woods (if you already mentioned this before ignore it HAHA i am so forgetful)

ok that's all the hcs i can remember for now 💛💛 i love reading your posts and i love taco

OMG HI AGAIN SHRIMPY!!! 🦐🦐🦐🦐 I am going to call you shrimpy that is your name now. Welcome back and thank you for returning with more headcanons!!!!^^^^^^

TACO ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT EAT MUCH!!!! I've asked Justin about it, I've discussed (and your second hc for that matter!!) with my buddy @based-and-uncouth, I love this hc so so so much!!! Taco does NOT have easily access to good food sources in the woods!!! She has to conserve what little she does have, and combined with how harsh living in the wild is on one's body, and how small she is, she is unhealthily thin and generally unwell!! She would definitely keep those habits post-canon even when food is more plentiful!!! She just can't shake that fear so easily, yeah? Not to mention, after a period of starvation, a person has to up their portion sizes slowly so they don't make themselves sick!! Even if she wants to, she just can't start eating full portions right away!!! Mic would absolutely remind her to eat and help her out with getting her weight up <3.

And she absolutely has a range of survival skills after her years in the woods!!! Post-canon she would be pretty vital to building up their community, even if not everyone really trusts her, because she knows the most about the terrain, where to bathe, where to find food, and most importantly what food is and isn't safe to eat!!!! I'd imagine like, OJ or something trying to go out and make food on his own without consulting Taco, and then vomiting for a few hours because he used something unsafe in his dish. Lesson learned.

I LOVE HER BEING GOOD WITH TECH!!! Definitely not at a test tube level, it doesn't come as naturally to her, but she's a smart cookie (or a smart taco, I suppose) and could figure plenty out I'd bet!!! I believe she steals the other invisibow for Mic at the same time she steals her black one, and the other one we see in the beginning of episode 15 comes from a box of Testy/LB's things, so I think she just made another one after she "lost" the other two. But Taco does mess with Mepad's teleportation, and even if she doesn't manage to disable his own teleporting, she does enable herself to teleport, which I'd argue is more impressive. Techy Taco my beloved!!!

She would have a hoarding problem!!! Not sure if you meant items or food, but either way I'm with you. I made a post about her hoarding food a while back, so I'm just gonna talk about her hoarding stuff!!! Because Taco has pretty much nothing!!! The only possessions of hers that we see are ones she steals!!! Every resource she can get her hands on is important and must be kept!!! And she'd keep this mindset post-canon, even when she's hoarding pretty objectively useless stuff!!! Mic might help her out with this one too, helping Taco remember that she'll have all her needs met now and that she isn't in any danger <3.

I thiiiiiiink I did mention that when I was talking about her insomnia? But maybe I didn't!!!! Either way I will NOT ignore it because you are right!!!! 🎤 shout it louder anon!!!!! Taco is on constant alert in that forest which makes it very hard for her to sleep!!!!! She does NOT want to get caught!!!! I imagine her worst night is the night after Knife finds out about her and Mic's alliance.