#also it suits shifty

[bo-bo-bean]

Have you guys seen the game "That's Not My Neighbor?" Totally recommend watching or playing it!

TW: Trypophobia

[wannaeatramyeon]

The Crew Heads with Reader: Suits

G/N. Silly. You wonder about their outfits. (Jake Kim, Eli Jang, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo). Non plot panel spoilers for 505 under cut!

Bro Code | Dinner | Shopping | Television | Gacha | Board Games | Suits

"Why do you always wear suits to fight?" You ask the four men lounging in your living room.

You hold up their dry cleaning. "A. It's costing a fortune to clean and B. Aren't, I dunno, track pants comfier?"

"I don't." Johan pipes up and you get the urge to pat him on the head. His custom God Dog designs are frankly adorable.

It is utterly charming having him show you the latest outfit he has drawn. With a logo and everything. He never explicitly asks what you think, but you know he seeks your approval anyway.

"Not you," you agree, giving Johan a warm smile that makes him avert his eyes and his ears turn pink.

The rest of the guys, Samuel, Jake and Eli exchange shifty glances at your questions.

"And there's no way-" You hold up a rag. You assume it must have been a Big Deal jacket at some point before it was torn up, "-They said they can repair this. They said I was out of my mind."

Jake had surmised it was a long shot. It was technically missing the lapels. And sleeves. And had long gashes down the back so most of it was ripped off and in tatters.

You're not wrong that it's costing a lot and he thought he would chance a repair instead of having to get a new jacket for Lineman.

You're right, unfortunately. He's going to have to look into some tracksuits instead.

"Thanks for trying," he says with a shrug.

The thing is, the Big Deal uniform just looks cool. Men in suits, who doesn't like that?

Samuel pre-Workers and pre-Big Deal also favoured suits because of how it looked. Authoritative. Like he means business. He wasn't a huge fan of the Workers white but the status that came along with it more than compensated for the colour.

Eli was convinced during the Fifth Affiliates when he was provided made-to-measure Workers suits to represent the crew. Warren and Max and Derrick didn't need much convincing after the girls oohed and aahed over it.

Except the Hostel budget didn't stretch to nice tailored suits, so they had to settle for black shirts and pants.

Still. That was cool enough.

But they can't admit that.

It's embarrassing to let you know they base their whole outfit on what looks good because truth be told, they can barely stretch in those things.

The material isn't made for high kicks and full body slams and sudden movements.  One lunge and they risk a split along the asscrack.

It's why their clothes end up torn off so often.

And yes, there has been awkward popped buttons or ripped seams during inopportune moments mid fight when even Gun Park's eyes momentarily flickered down to exposed underwear or an ass cheek hanging out.

But goddamn, the aesthetics.

"It's comfortable," Eli says unconvincingly, as you raise an eyebrow at his answer.

Somewhere to your right, you hear Johan mutter, "Liar."

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2024: October 5th

Day 5: Rough Sex // Anal Beads // Bondage

Ezra x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Rough sex, hair pulling, uncomfortable positions, choking, mild taunting, isolation, obsession (?)

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Nothing and no one in the Fringe is gentle. You can’t be. It’s a dog eat dog kind of existence, kill or be killed. Ezra, cunning and ruthless, is no exception. 

“Fuuuuuuuck.” His hiss is rough, almost as rough as the punishing pace of his thrusts as his hips slap against your ass brutally. The only thing keeping you from keeling over the box of supplies that clutter your tent is the fingers twisted into your hair and yanking your head back. Leverage, he calls it, although your scalp burns and your neck aches from the angle he keeps pulling you to as he hammers into your cunt. 

Your legs shake and your eyes close tightly every time he plunges deep, almost painfully into your core. Feeling like he’s in your fucking stomach and has no intention of letting up until he’s satisfied. 

The slick brutal sound of this coupling overpowers the soft hum of the scrubbers, the trickle of air coming out of the vent. Aided by his snarling and growling in your ear, making you shiver when he bites on your lobe.

“You’ll feel me for days.” He vows, sounding proud of that truth and he is. Every time he fucks you, he makes you feel him for days. Smirking when you gingerly sit or move as his shifty eyes follow you around. “Won’t you, birdie? You’re gonna sing for me.” 

You gasp, sucking in a lungful of air as he breaks you open again and again, forcing cunt to accommodate his thick cock. Shamefully getting slicker and squeezing him while that familiar pull of need tightens in your belly. Shooting straight to your cunt when he hits a little too deep and makes you hiss, lifting to your toes to find some kind of relief only to be yanked back down and his grip tightening around your waist. 

He fucks you like it’s his last mission in life, like you will disappear if he doesn’t hold tight. You might slip away like the temperamental aurelac that you mine for. 

You had never expected this when you had signed on with Ezra. Charmed by his overly talkative nature and the maddening little tuft of golden blonde hair, you had missed the undercurrent of darkness. The flash of brutality that he hides beneath amber eyes. 

There had been hope, hope of possibly tumbling into bed with the handsome prospector. It can be lonely in the fringe and fucking can pass the time and ease the temperments of even the most ornery soul. You had never expected him to completely own you, body and mind. “Ez- Ez-” Your voice catches every time he pushes back inside you, making even completing his name an impossible task but Ezra revels in it. 

“That’s it.” He coos, his tone one of dark, mocking pride in your ear. “You know you need this, little bird. You need my cock. You begged for my attention today, didn’t you? Kevva, you’re a fucking little tease, aren’t you? A siren.” 

You whine, feeling his fingers digging into your waist and anchoring you even more firmly to his chest as his hips piston and he rocks his cock in and out of your wet cunt. He has turned greedy, his desire nearly insatiable when you get back to the tent after spending the day in an enclosed suit and unable to touch more than your ears through the channel of the radios that connect you. 

Ezra is always rough when he fucks you, there no softness, no gentleness and it shames you how your body responds to it. Your nipples are harder than the useless stone aurelac turns into when the sulfuric acid of the sac is punctured. Panting as your stomach twists and coils in pleasure while his cock scrubs your walls with a ruthless tenacity that makes your eyes roll back in your head. 

The rough hewn wood of the primitive crates - where Ezra got them, you don’t really want to know - dig into your thighs and stomach. Scratching your skin and making it even more intense when he just doesn’t let up. 

He growls in your ear, a rough, unhinged sound. You don’t even have to look to know that his lips are curled into a snarl, his eyes dark and filled with a possessive glow. Right now he owns you. He owns your body, your pleasure, your very breath as his hand slides up from your hip to your throat. 

“I can’t hear you, birdie.” He hisses, the sharp punch of his cock making you squeak and his fingers flex, tightening around your neck and expertly cutting off your air. Making it impossible for you to do more than try to choke, your cunt clenching down around his length as your entire body reacts with that fight or flight response he uses to his advantage so well. 

Ezra chuckles, the tone filthy and menacing, knowing exactly how he is manipulating you, using you like a marionette on a string and he is the puppet master. “That’s it, squeeze my cock, girl.” He grunts. “I can feel how wet you get, you love the way I fuck you, don’t you?” 

You feel his fingers loosen, wanting an answer to his question. “Y-yes.” You gasp out, nodding against his hand and feeling the slight pressure. Feeling that he wants to choke you again. “Ezzzzraaaaaa.” 

You feel your body jolt and he growls your name. “Cum for me.” He demands, the intensity of his thrusts ramping up. Somehow fucking you harder than he had before. Making your vision go white and your voice breaks on a scream that echoes on the isolated planet where you are mining to make your riches. 

The wet clench of your cunt, the slick that pours out of you, just makes Ezra that much more feral. Kicking your feet farther apart and flattening you over the crates. Crowding your body with his and pressing tight. Not allowing any space between you, his thrusts grinding into you. 

He fucks you through the highs of your orgasm, pushing ever deeper, using your juices to feed his cock ever forward into your cunt. Until he is butting against your cervix, punching against it. Battering at it like it's a gate to a fortress that he is trying to sack. 

You couldn’t push up on your toes even if you wanted, his body pinning you down. His grunts get deeper, more breathless as he drives himself closer to filling you up. His groans draw out like a prayer to Kevva. 

All you can do is hold on, your cunt quivering and your thighs shaking while he hammers into you. Waiting for that moment when his hips stutter. When you know that he has finally pushed himself over that edge. 

His hands tighten, painful and beautiful as he stiffens behind you. Slamming into you one last time while he empties himself into you. Pours himself into your body with hot waves that seem to continue on forever. 

“Keeeeeva.” He groans softly, panting when he finally stops moving. The air is heavy and filled with the purified air and the pungent smell of sweat and sex. “Good girl.” He praises breathlessly. Knowing that he will take you just as fervently tomorrow, just as rough. Never getting his fill of your body and the pleasures it brings. 

[another-lost-mc]

a/n: a continuation of this AU because there's no way they're letting lucifer & co have all the fun.

protecting what matters most | the dateables [the demon brothers]

1.4k words | sfw | gn!Reader

content/warnings: family dynamics and slice of life. fluff and angst, mention of character death and passage of time, mentions of raising children, platonic relationships with the demon brothers and dateables.

— Diavolo considers the pros and cons of allowing Lucifer and his brothers to continue visiting you in the human world after the exchange program ends. You helped lay the foundation for long-lasting peace between the realms, after all. Relations with the Celestial Realm aren't as chilly as they were previously, thanks to the glowing praise and endorsement of Simeon and Luke.

— Diavolo decides that maintaining a positive relationship with you can't do any harm. He also knows that Lucifer asking for permission for his family to visit you is only a formality. He knows they'll find ways to sneak out of the Devildom to see you whether he gives them permission or not.

— Diavolo misses you too, if he's being honest with himself. He remembers you fondly when Barbatos serves him a blend of tea from the human world, or when he scrolls through the gallery on his D.D.D. and comes across photos of you from various parties you attended at his castle. He denies those feelings at first but they're impossible to ignore when Lucifer and his siblings start seeing you on a regular basis. They return to RAD after a short weekend trip to see you and their moods are soaring. They share stories and pictures and videos with him, but it's not the same. They explore the human world with you and get to be part of your short but fulfilling life—who wouldn't be jealous?

— Diavolo contacts you personally and suggests catching up somewhere, just the three of you (of course, Barbatos will be there too). He brings up the possibility of visiting you too, when his busy schedule allows it. He ignores the shifty side-eye that Barbatos shoots him, and you accept his offer eagerly but you're worried about distracting him from his duties. His warm laughter makes you smile, and he reaches for your hand across the table and pats it gently with his own. You didn't think he'd let the brothers keep you all to themselves forever, did you?

— Uncle Dia likes to surprise your children with impromptu visits at seemingly random times. Sometimes Barbatos contacts you in advance to schedule play dates for your family and the Young Master. Diavolo holds your children's hands as he leads them through whatever amusement park or family-friendly outing he's planned. You mention casually that your children are better behaved than Diavolo is at times, and Barbatos nods in silent agreement. There are times when Diavolo arrives on his own, looking a little guilty when he explains he found a fun excursion he thinks your kids would enjoy. Barbatos shows up a few minutes later looking very annoyed that the prince managed to escape his paperwork again. It's too late for Barbatos to drag him away now; even he's not capable of refusing the sad, pleading eyes of your children begging for Uncle Dia to play with them for a little while longer.

— (Diavolo is generous with his gifts for your family. Too generous, despite your protests. Hotel Corvo suites are always available for you to use, all expenses paid for, because it pleases him to know that your family is safe and comfortable when you travel together. He collects a small amount of human world vacation properties that are also available for your family to use whenever you'd like. The demon brothers conveniently plan their own holiday to visit you when you go on vacation. Diavolo joins as well if he can convince Barbatos that they all deserve a break.)

— Your children flock to Uncle Barb (or Bah-Bah when they're very young) like little chicks. He is surprisingly gentle and mild-mannered with all of them, confident in his ability to care for them and infinitely patient with their wide-eyed wonder and innocent curiosity. When they're toddlers, he sits at a child's sized table with them and sips water from a plastic tea cup. He teaches them how to brew tea properly when they're old enough to enjoy it. Some of your favourite photographs are of him and your children baking together in the kitchen, and your youngest braiding dandelions into his hair. To Barbatos, watching your children grow up is like watching the young prince grow up all over again. Being in your family's presence is soothing for his old, weary heart.

— (You tell Barbatos early on that you don't want him to ever tell you about the future. You're not sure what he already knows and you don't want to know. He honours your request to a certain extent. There are rare instances when he shows up unannounced, usually in the late evening or early morning hours. He anticipates your heartache and sleepless nights following the tragedy or misfortune he hoped wouldn't come to pass. He makes tea and sits with you, offering you his company in silent apology for not being able to spare you that pain.)

— Uncle Sol is a menace. He is a somewhat regular visitor at your home and is always eager to lend a hand with the most mundane tasks. He insists that he likes babysitting your children if you need him to, and he's your children's second-favourite babysitter if Uncle Levi can't come over. Yours is the family Solomon will never have, and he considers any opportunity to spend time with you a blessing. He insists on helping you in the kitchen too. You try to ban him from cooking, but your empty threats fall on deaf ears. Sometimes you wake up to the smell of something wafting from the kitchen. He has the decency to look a little guilty when you find him at the stove with one of your children sitting on the counter next to him. It surprises and horrifies you that one of your children loves his cooking. (You don't know now, but each generation of your descendants will have one resilient soul who also loves his food.) Your children learn from a young age one very important rule: if a stranger is in trouble, call the police; if you or your family is in trouble, call Uncle Solomon. For all the headaches and mischief he causes, he never fails to show up when he's needed most.

— (Solomon considers your happiness and safety one of his priorities. You learn after your wedding that nearly every demon gave your spouse some version of the shovel talk, but you’re surprised to learn that Solomon did too—and apparently his was the scariest. You don’t know about all the sneaky ways he helps your family over the years, but he agreed to your one stipulation: no violence in front of the children.)

— Uncle Simmy and Uncle Luke are the best! You're genuinely shocked when they invite you to the café they opened together, located conveniently in your family's hometown. Simeon teaches your children how to cook properly when he visits, and he tells them fantastical stories loosely based on your own adventures in the Devildom. Luke helps your children make sock puppets to act out little plays they all come up with; if Simeon finds a way to include them in his newest volume of TSL, it's his little secret. You don't see the angels as often as the demons. Sometimes they invite your family to enjoy brunch at the café before it opens, or they stop by after a long day to join you for dinner. Luke takes lots of pictures and videos (since Simeon still can't figure that out himself). He shares them with Barbatos who posts them in the special group chat the demons all share for that sole purpose.

— Luke introduces Michael to your family one morning when he happens to be visiting the café the same time that you are. Your children don't hesitate to crowd around his chair and ask him rapid-fire questions about his hair and his pretty clothes and the yummy cake on the table in front of him. He looks between you and your children awkwardly, but he asks Simeon for extra forks so they can have some too. He offers a hesitant smile when he leaves the café nearly an hour later. Starting the year you meet him for the first time, your children receive holiday and birthday gifts from Uncles Simmy, Luke, and Mikey.

— (Each generation passes down old and new photos of the demons, angels and the whimsical sorcerer who cherish and protect your family. Your distant relations point to old photos of Luke, with his cherubic face and small stature, and coo about how cute he was back then. Luke, grown up now and dedicated to his guardianship of your family, blushes and smiles fondly at so many wonderful memories. The moment is short-lived and he grumbles when Simeon ruffles his hair affectionately like he used to.)

[izzabela]

Hello there! Can you write about the reader writing a note to ask one of the Lin Kuei brothers (your choice) on a date but it goes to the wrong brother (your choice) by accident and accept the offer, but during the date, the reader ends up having a good time with the brother of your choice? 😁😁

Switcharoo - Tomas x male!reader

in which you get two brothers confused

a/n: haven't done a male reader in a while. sigh, middle-aged man yaoi...

ship[s]: tomas vrbada x male!reader

warning(s): fluff, anti-brother split kanon (aka, my own world)

As a strategist, your mind was constantly filled with ways to overcome the enemy.

Ambush attacks, traps, long or short term plans, all cards were available in order to win.

So the fact you had a cork-board in your room, with pictures of people and items pinned and connected with red thread, you knew you were in deep shit when you realized you had to strategize over and against your heart.

To make it even worse, you were strategizing your love for your clan partner, Bi Han. Grandmaster and leader to the Lin Kuei, a family with history spanning back to the ancient times of classical China.

You learned many things about leading, and though your family hasn't been around that long, the advice he gave was sound and firm. You appreciated his guidance, his ability to nurture you and still be reasonably firm. Tough love is probably the easiest way to go about describing him and his leadership.

That's the reason why you love him so much. He could be so strong for you and in front of others. He knew what he believed in, standing firm in them, and he had the strength to back it up. You wanted more than just the long nights in his office together drawing up strategies. More than training buddies.

You wanted to know why he was so devoted. You wanted to know him past the business hours of 8 am and 8 pm (midnight, if you guys are burning midnight oil to create plans). You wanted that special privilege of knowing him better than anyone else.

His brothers knew those questions, and hanging out with them was still just as special.

Kuai Liang is your older brother/reliable neighbor persona. He's confident, yet kind enough to humble himself when teaching the initiates. He praises you when necessary, and also guides you when you struggle in something. And the fruits, the amount of fruits he's given you and his brother when you two stayed up really late was insane.

Tomas follows suit in Kuai Liang's steps, though he's more of the younger brother you wished you had. Well-behaved, playful when time permits, and an optimistic young man, he was a jack of all trades. He got along with you the best, and you both complimented each other well in terms of battle and personality.

Back to the drawing board (literally), you look at the impressive plan you conjured up in asking Bi Han out: write a note asking to meet with him, take him out to Earth and to this amazing restaurant, go to the lantern release night that the local lake was hosting, and end the night watching the stars.

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy- right?

Wrong. So dead wrong.

It all went wrong the next morning, when you didn't double check whether you wrote his name on it. Not only that, but the fucking paper disappeared from your desk.

Not only that, but all three brothers have been staring at you nonstop. You tried to ignore it, but even Bi Han stared at you- and that's what made you twitchy and shifty around everyone. Still, you pushed through the day as if it was normal.

As night fell upon the Lin Kuei compound, you waited patiently in front of your room's door for Bi Han to come to you. To offer his arm and hold it as you two walked together to Earth and go on your date.

"Ah... (y/n)?" a light voice calls your name.

That for sure isn't Bi Han.

Your head snaps up like a cow interrupted from his grassy meal, and your eyes meet a, oddly attractively dressed, Tomas.

He's in simple black linen pants, a grey tee, and some slip-on sneakers. His hair is a bit unkept, but it fits the style of "woke up like this", and he pulls it off effortlessly.

By the elder gods, had he always been this handsome?

"T-Tomas? What are you doing here?" you ask, head looking around for Bi Han.

He's looking at you with a puzzled face, "You asked me here? The note you gave me... was that not addressed to me?"

You both have a comic book moment: look at each other, look at the note in his hands, and back at each other. Oh elder gods, you fucked up.

You crumple in yourself, back hitting your door as you slid down and hid your head in your arms. Tomas is nervous, frantic as he kneels to your level, unsure of what to do. You sigh deeply, heavily- any synonym that describes the dread that plagued your soul.

"It was... it was for your brother," you answer truthfully. "I had begun liking him over my stay here, and well.... I wanted to ask him out."

Tomas smiles, tapping your shoulder as he holds a hand out for you to grab. You look up from your safe haven of barred arms, and you notice how oddly happy he is.

"I know that I was not your choice originally," he begins, "But you must've spent a long time figuring this all out. Knowing you, you must've planned a map out in your room connecting even your choice of words!"

You blink first, before bursting out in a laugh. Taking his hand, you're lifted from the ground. You're not going to pester him now, but later you will ask if he peeped in your room.

Tomas flips open the paper note again, "So, the first stop was a restaurant? What's served there?"

"Wait," you stop him. "You're actually going?" You re-clarify with him again, and he nods.

"As said, you spent a long time with this, no doubt. Why not use it instead of sitting around? Maybe it'll be good practice for the real thing."

You nod, staring at him for a couple more seconds before moving to his side to walk together. From your room, down to the courtyard and entrance, you enter a portal and are transported to the front of an barbecue spot native to your town.

"What is this?" he asks.

"Korean barbecue! My family had been talking so much about it, and Johnny took me and I fell in love. All of you like to eat, and I figured this might have been a good spot for Bi Han..."

Tomas chuckles, "Brother is a stickler to his diet. Often times, he does not fall into cheat days or any corner-cutting. Kuai Liang or I would be the ones who enjoy the big meals."

You nod, "Mental note."

Entering in, you two were immediately guided to your table, and you picked out meats that suited both of you. Tomas chose the lean beef and some of the fatty pork, though you were a wild card of foods.

As the meat you ordered was coming out, you two drowned out the noise of your grumbling stomachs with casual conversation. Tomas played finger games, like sticks, as he talked about his week. Initiates, missions, personal training, paperwork- the whole shebang on running a clan.

Instead of making it sound like a record player, he retold his stories like a novel. Filled with little anecdotes of the world around him, little mentions of his friends and brothers, and personal insights on his view of his family, it was more than enjoyable to listen to him ramble on.

He was a song you'd hit replay over and over again.

Even through dinner, as he took over grilling the meat and veggies, he listened to you as you talked about your day. How you spent the entire last few weeks to conjure up a plan for Liu Kang. How you felt crushed about the responsibility of leading your people- the ups and downs of your life was like a poem to him.

One he could reread over and over, without getting bored.

Gosh, the date too. He fed you with his chopsticks, slathered your meat with side dishes, even got up to get you both bowls of rice because you didn't want to get up. His love-language is definitely acts of service.

Once dinner was finished, you had lied to him in saying you're going to the bathroom. In reality, you were going to get the bill before he'd notice.

"What?" you asked the waiter. "What do you mean it's been footed?"

The young lady just nods, "Your date, I presume, paid earlier."

You look back to Tomas, who sat in his seat patiently and quietly. When he saw you, his eyes lit up as he waved. You wave back weakly, and he stands up to meet you as you're about to head out.

"When did you have time to foot the bill?" you ask him, nudging his shoulder playfully.

"A sorcerer never reveals his secrets," he held a finger to his lips, winking.

You slapped yourself, probably out of fear, probably out of horniness. Whatever it was, you wanted to move on to the final portion to the date.

The lake the lantern night was being hosted on was nearby, just a couple of blocks away. It's also good to get the gas released.

As you both walked, the conversations never died down. From running after one another, piggyback rides, and casual hand-holding, this night felt way better than any other date you had been on.

As you two neared the lake, you immediately light up (haha so punny) at how many lanterns have been lit and written on. Flashes of colored pen on the fabric, the chatter of the various couples and families, it filled your heart with joy.

"There is a festival like this back at home," Tomas notes as you two walk closer to a volunteer. He grabs the lantern and cheap marker, and you egg him to go on.

"It usually happens in February and March. Lunar New Year, our special tradition of sending lanterns up in the air near midnight." You smile softly, the thought of Tomas in the Lin Kuei's traditional attire warming your face.

You turn away quickly, taking the fabric from his hands as you write your wish. He sets up the metal frames that are to hold it up.

"What'cha writing there?" he asks, peeking over your shoulder as he's halfway done with the lantern frame. You hid the fabric in your chest, head close to his, and his lips dangerously close to yours.

You pull away, but the glimmer of the metal catches your eye. He's finished with the frame, and now he sits waiting for you to be finished with the fabric and your wish.

"Take it, it's your turn to write anyways," you shove it into his (deliciously plush) chest.

Like a child, he turns his back to you as he scribbles away on the fabric. You try to peak over like he did, but he's so much bigger than you, and an inch of movement is enough to cover everything in front of him.

Worse, he already slipped it over the lantern.

"Hey! You saw my wish!" you yell, trying to pounce and grab the lantern. He holds it up and away, your arms flailing uselessly as you jump and grab nothing but air.

"Are you two ready?" another volunteer asks, a lighter in her hands. Tomas quickly rushes over, setting the lantern in front of her to get it lit up. At this point, you were getting pissed.

You can't let him know that you wished for Tomas to like you.

Yeah, yeah, how the mighty have fallen. Something something, switch-up- all the names in the book for your flip-flopping feelings. Is it your fault though? With Tomas here, it's actually been good because you finally reevaluated your feelings about Bi Han.

You never liked Bi Han, you liked the idea of what he could be. You liked Bi Han with the idea of someone else's personality- and that person was Tomas.

Tomas swiftly, yet gently, lifts the lantern up into the air, and you pout and whine over the fact the words Tomas wrote for his wish grow tinier and tinier. You sigh, laying on your back to the grass as you catch your breath.

"Sneaky bastard, what did you even write?" you ask between exhausted breaths.

He just repeats the same message he gave you earlier.

"A sorcerer never reveals his secrets," a playful smile accompanied with a wink.

You stare back at the lantern that now joins with its brethren in the sky, a collage of light yellow hues against the dark evening. The words of the people around, wishes and hopes, collided to create the manifestations of the humans around you.

As you watch the sky, Tomas watches you lovingly, the thoughts of his writing overtaking his mind.

I wish for a shot, not a practice run. With him and only him.

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okay definitely not a burn out anymore, i fear i'm cooking with requests again

though, requests are gonna remain closed because i am setting up new things i'm writing for

aight see yall in the next fic!

[alliskit]

BG3 Headcanons Nobody Asked For.

Part 4: Alternate Classes

The great joy of D&D is how creative you can get with your characters’ abilities. I love the concept of multi-classing to enhance and tell a better story of who each of my OCs are. But, standing before Withers, I’ve always wanted to see what would it be like if we changed it up for companions.

I’ve based these on the 2024 D&D 5e classes/subclasses so some of these aren’t in game (though might be available as mods!).

I’ve tried to pick new classes but there are many new subclasses in the 2024 within their vanilla classes that would be awesome in game! (I.e. Psi Knight Fighter for Lae’zel)

Layout: My top pick // Honorable mention

Gale:

Storm Sorcerer // Armorer Artificer

This one is a little on the nose. THE GALE of Waterdeep would’ve gone hard lol. All magic workers can be devotees and even chosen of Mystra. Also, Gale being a natural when it comes manipulating the weave makes more sense if he was actually a natural sorcerer who was guided to be classically trained as a wizard so he could get control over his ability. Waterdeep is home to a few Faerûn renowned magic schools.

Armorer Artificer because it would have saved Tara a lot of time searching for “trinkets”.

Wyll:

Monster Slayer Ranger // Oath of Glory Paladin

Considering nearly anyone can make a deal with a devil, it could be a little twist on his contract with Mizora to be a ‘Monster Slayer’ Ranger since he was sent to track down fiends. This class would cover that. It would give him some better fighting skills too. Monster Slayers have magic to take down bigger magic and have a resistance to different kinds.

Paladins can serve patrons and as the Blade of Frontiers, Oath of Glory suits a folk hero.

Lae’zel:

Oath of Conquest Paladin > Oathbreaker // Open Hand Monk

“[She’s] going to break her chains in Baldur’s Gate” The way she adores and views her Undying Queen mirrors that faithfulness of a Paladin. If you skip the crechè and never enter the Prism, it would make her angry but still faithful to the point of becoming one of Vlaakiths chosen kithraaks. But, after meeting the Guardian, she (unless chosen otherwise) picks to fight her instead. She has essentially broken away and is treated very similar to an oath breaker vs just a regular fighter. A Paladin of Conquest fits the Gith narrative and becoming an oathbreaker to defend Orpheus also suits her story. Not to mention, the dialogue options of Paladins are on brand Lae’zel.

There are so many monk fighters in the personal guard of Orpheus, so an Open Hand would suit her.

Halsin:

Oath of the Ancients Paladin // Four Elements Monk

Another pretty tell tale pick. Oath of the Ancients protect nature. This multi-classed as a Druid would be a perfect fit considering he’s not the best Druid. But, as a Paladin, him skirting a lot of the Druidic tenets in favor of serving for the good of others makes more sense. (Looks like I’m reclassing him in my next play through lol)

Considering his preference for peaceful solutions over violent ones (the only way a man-bear gets taken is because he was trying to be diplomatic and failed — again), being a Four Elements Monk would fit too.

Shadowheart:

Circle of Dreams Druid // Lunar Sorceress

Circle of Dreams Druids are feywild sensitive and deal in illusionary and shadow magic. Shadowheart is very good with animals and a natural healer (and a lycanthrope), so being a Druid (even of Shar), is plausible. Shar deals in shifty magic and is associated with the Dark Selandrine. Circle of Dreams fits well for both a Shar leaning path or a Selûne path. It would explain her association with animals and, even if she didn’t remember her dad, her connection to wolves.

Lunar Sorceress would just be a hilarious twist.

Astarion:

Gloom Stalker Ranger // College of Glamour Bard

A Gloom Stalker Ranger is the multi-class favorite for him and a little unoriginal, but it’s because it works. Starting him that way makes a bit more sense too. When he talks about having killed people before at your bite scene, you can assume he has done so for Cazador. There is a rare scene where Astarion talks about Cazador owning the rich of Baldurs Gate (which is how he isn’t dead and allowed to stay), but you need to know how to “twist the knife” to hold control. Gloom Stalker is just the more trained version of an Assassin Rogue.

College of Glamour would explain how he was so good as collecting victims for Cazador and why he’s so damn dramatic. Lol

Karlach:

Swashbuckler Rogue // Samurai Fighter

She grew up like the kids from Elturel with nearly nothing in the lower city/rivington. This girl was hired to protect one of the most up and coming faces so she would need to be crafty as well as a great fighter. “How would she pull off any stealth with her size?” 2 words: Navy Seals (they are often BIG). Add the “swashbuckler” or “marauder” and you’ve got a great Advocatis Diaboli as well.

Considering she is supposed to be one of the best fighters in all the Hells, Samurai would be a great way to express how good. So good, Zariel wants her back.

Minthara:

War Cleric // Path of the Zealot Barbarian

The budget paladin that doesn’t need to worry about breaking from their deity. She can continue to wage war on her own terms. Which is what she ends up doing anyway. Pick up a blessed sword and wreak havoc all the way back to Menzoberranzan. Though, if you give her a good ending it could be blazing through the hells. Honestly, they’d love her in hell.

Considering her deeply harbored and leaking anger issues, having a way to release her rage in a blessed and purpose driven way would do her good as a Zealot Barbarian.

Thank you, once again, for joining my mindless imaginings. I’m going to go now and reclass a few companions. Let me know what other classes these guys can embody!

[luimagines]

Legend’s Secret Friend (800 Follower Raffle)

Our second place winner was @ships-lover!

They wanted something similar to Four Gets No Mercy, from the last raffle. Where they have a secret friend that more or less has their heart. I hope you all enjoy.

Content under the cut!

The group stopped in the nearest house they could find. The Veteran was hospitable enough to point the way to where his house resided. After the door was unlocked and the tables with merchandise were cleared, the group finally was able to rid themselves of their layers and armor.

It didn’t take long for the boys to begin doing their own thing. Wild made it his mission to familiarize himself with the kitchen and to take on Hyrule as his helper. Sky and Warrior were both quick to work on personal things. Whether that be item maintenance of supply checks.

Four stepped out, making it quickly known that he was going to check out the forge and do what he could with his blacksmithing knowledge. Curious about the techniques and glory of it all, Wind followed suit.

Time and Twilight sat by the single table left over, talking quietly. They were too tired to look over what the group was doing, nor who was still held accountable. Being in the relative comfort and safety of the town, they hoped that the others wouldn’t do anything that would require a bail out. They wouldn’t vouch for their characters… too much anyway.

There was one person that no one thought to consider.

Legend looked at his warry and exhausted friends. While there were some people that he held some reservations about letting out of his sight, there was one singular person that he had to see no matter the cost.

He takes a silent breath and leaves his home, heading to the back and through the nearby forest.Legend takes a familiar path. He knows it almost by heart at this point. He’s almost certain he would have been able to take it blindfolded at this point.

“Hey!” He whisper yells into the space around him. He was still closer to the house than you would have usually met but he’s excited. “Are you here? I’m back!”

No reply.

Undeterred, Legend walks further down the path, picking his pace up to a jog. “Hey!” He calls your name. “Where are you?”

Silence.

Then the branch on a nearby tree wobbles and shakes. The leaves fall to the ground in their silent dances and a body swings downward, still holding onto the branch. The person is upside and their hair sticks out at odd angles but they smile brightly. “Link!”

They drop and run to the young man, hugging him fiercely as they collide. “I thought you would be gone for longer!”

“So did I.” He laughs and spins them around for good measure. “I can’t stay for long. I’m only here for a visit but I had to see you again.” 

Legend’s heart dips when the smile falls off of your face at the news. You release him and frown, holding back a long suffering sigh. You grab ahold of his hands and hold them close. “Can’t you stay for longer this time? You’re always going somewhere. Something is always happening.”

“I know.” Legend holds your hands back, tightening his hold on them. “But not this time. We’re not even done with the first problem to begin with.”

“We?” You perk up. “But didn’t you leave by yourself? Who’s this we?”

Legend pauses and his eyes get a little shifty. “I did… But then I met some people. They’re heroes too. Good people. If annoying, at times.” He adds as an afterthought.

You also pause a bit, letting his words drape over you like a blanket. You’ve only ever heard Link speak about people in that tone once or twice before. The first time was when you asked about his favorite memory with his uncle. The second was a bit more recent and it was when you asked about the purple rabbit that takes over his house when he’s gone.

(You’ve spoken to him. He seems nice, if a bit skittish. Although you couldn’t have imagined why.)

Link’s current tone was rare and reserved for the people he came to care about the most. You’re not sure what to make of it. But in the short time that he’s been away from home, they clearly made an impact on him.

Legend notices that you’re not as focused as you were before he spoke. He clears his throat, running his thumbs over your knuckles comfortingly. Although is it because they’re rougher than when he left or is it because he missed your touch? He’s afraid to answer the question himself. 

“I don’t know how long I can stay away from them.” He admits. “Even if this is my home, they might come looking for me soon. I know you don’t want to be near too many people. So I’m warning you now.”

A small whine escapes you and Legend’s heart starts betraying him. “Hey. I always come back. Just like I promised.”

“That’s not fair though.” You say quietly. “You’re always doing something. You just got here. Why do you have to leave again?”

Legend chuckles softly and pulls your close, letting your hands go to wrap his arms around you. “You keep me sane. Honestly, I would have lost my mind without you.”

He hears your breath hitch for a moment and worries that you might be secretly injured. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Hey.” He pulls back, looking over you just in case. “Are you o-?”

“Veteran!” The Captain yells. “Are you back here? Don’t make me get Wolfie.”

Legend curses and turns back. “That’s the most annoying one of the bunch. I’ll try to come back later, ok? Time to play, involuntary tour guide.”

You nod, letting him go with little fanfare. Legend isn’t used to it, so he finds himself looking back to stay for longer. 

“Vet!”

He groans again. “Until I can get away again. Take care, goodbye!”

Legend waves and jogs away, giving you enough time to go back and hide amongst the foliage.

“What?” He asks upon arrival. “I was looking for something.”

“Did you find it?” Warrior asks with a raised eyebrow. “How far did you go? You usually don’t go too far when there’s something to worry about.”

“No where.” Legend passes him. “Now where’s the fire? Surely it must have been bad if you had to call me back the way you did.”

Warrior doesn’t seem to believe him but he tells him the situation. And while Legend was joking about the fire, he’s right on the money. Although nothing was burned, thankfully, it appears that Legend is going to have to give the resident cooks a crash course on how to work his magic fueled stove if they want to have anything for dinner.

The hours go by and Legend doesn’t stop thinking about you. You seemed so sad the second he said he had to return to the journey at hand. Heknew that you would prefer him to stay home… and if he was being honest, it was getting more and more appealing to do so. Maybe Link was going soft. But there was something in the way you always seemed to brighten when he went to see you.

Would it really be so bad to stay back just this once?

Yes. Yes, it would have, a voice in his head says. These people also have homes and people that are waiting for their safe return and they haven’t had the chance to check in on them like he has. He can’t be selfish.

Legend sighs and shakes his head, sitting by his table. He wants to make you feel better. Maybe get you something nice before they leave again. He just doesn’t know what to do.

There’s a knock at the door and Legend is going to riot. Your point is proven to be true even when he’s in his own house. The second he sits down, there’s something else calling for his attention.

He looks around, waiting for someone to try and make a move to answer it. But they are in his house. He has to go and check who it is.

Legend goes to open the door, his typical half hearted greeting on the tip of his tongue. “Hello- you’ve reached Link’s residence. Please state your business and-”

“I came to see your friends.” You interrupt in that quiet and unsure voice of yours.

Legend steps back in surprise. That’s new. You’ve never done this before. He says your name in a whispered panic. “What are you doing here? What if the village sees you?”

“A friend of yours, Vet?” Sky asks from the other side.

The door opens from behind Legend and Wind pokes his head out from the other side. “Hello!” He says brightly. “Are you the love of his life that Legend’s mentioned time and time again?”

“WHAT?!” Legend takes a swing at the boy. Wind ducks and laughter, jumping out of the way before any real damage can be done. Legend’s face is bright red and he stumbles over his words to clear the accusation. 

You step into the house and wave shyly. There’s more people than you anticipated. They all look at you with varying degrees of interest and intrigue.

Legend looks panicked. “Everybody be nice.” He warns them and introduces you. It’s not like you’ve left with any other choice. “They live…. Nearby.”

“Is that who you went to go see?” Warrior smirks.

“Captain.” Legend’s jaw flexes. “Shut it.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” Wild blurts, cutting the tension. He’s looking right at you with the pot in his mit covered hands. “I just finished cooking and was about to serve it.”

You nod with a near invisible tilt to your head. “Yes please. I would like that a lot.”

Legend takes your hand. “Are you sure? They get loud.”

“You like them.” You say simply. “They’re important to you. As long as they’re friendly, I don’t mind.”

Legend grits his teeth again. “Alright. If you say so. But no one is going to hold it against you if you need to duck out and leave. You don’t have to push yourself like this.”

“I want to.” You take his hand. “You speak in a way only so often. I want to know why you like them so much.”

“Awww~ I knew he cared.” Four laughs to himself and smirks, leaning in his chair. There’s some char on his sleeves but no one seems to comment on them.

Legend would throw something at him if he could. It’s a shame his house doesn’t have less valuable things. He shakes with his restrained frustration and nerves. Legend looks away to keep his mouth shut. It’s a shame he can’t hide the pink tint to the tips of his ears.

You giggle, taking the spot where you’d normally sit. “Link can be prickly when he wants to be. But once you get past all of that, he’s a huge sweetheart. He’s my favorite person.”

Legend’s blush expands over his cheeks. “Hey- hey now-”

“Would you be willing to tell us more?” Hyrule leans forward. “How did you two meet?”

“That’s a longer story.” You admit, rubbing your forearm nervously.

“Well we have time.” Twilight calls from the other end of the table. “We don’t plan on going anywhere for a while.”

“I hate this.” Legend deflates in defeat.

“You love us.” Wild laughs, setting the pot on the table and bringing over the plates to serve the food.

“I never said that.” Legend fires back.

“But you do.” You say softly, smiling at him. “You don’t have to say it. You show it. It’s in your voice whether you know it or not.” You call him out. You turn back to the traveler and scoot your chair in closer. “We met when we were little. It was before he was wanted by the entire kingdom of Hyrule.”

“I’m sorry- what?” Time frowns.

“Oh…did he not tell you about that?” You blink.

Legend groans out your name, sitting next to you. “Great. Story time.”

You laugh, gathering the attention of everyone once more. “One at a time. We met in the forest and I was busy digging a tunnel-”

[someslothcheese]

Some more Zombie AU designs *kicks feet* (Headcanon under the cut (it's long!!!))

Vik, he's a wandering trader that likely travels alone,(or with the other Brits -like Apple and Ozza- still thinking). He's the guy you trade with and immediately say "What a weird guy" and assume that's the last you'll ever see of him because he's definitely gonna die. He never seems to though, and keeps popping up with more and more bags of stuff at the most random places at the most random times. He's not skilled in any way and is extremely loud. No one understands how he lives.

Speedy I like to think is an escaped convict, idk what crimes he's doing but the idea he's this super shady guy who is one of the few remaining is appealing to my brain. I think he doesn't trust anyone at first, excluding Side - the two of them are "raiders" and trick or threaten people into handing over their loot. Speedy meets the main group by pretending to be a chill guy, infiltrating and trying to subtly get them killed, using loud weapons, accidentally eating someone's food, tripping you into a zombie - stuff that's shifty but you can't exactly say he's doing to hurt you. Eventually, he decides he likes the group enough to not harm them.

Sidearms is a wildcard, he wears a full biker suit and really sucks at driving his motorbike. He never takes off his helmet and for some reason is too good at shooting a sniper. He helps Speedy out of Prison on the second day (he's still locked in his cell - Side is looting) and the two of them work together from there. He's friendly enough but also wants to live. Courtilly is in the main group, she has a revolver that Chilled doesn't like her using (it's too loud!!) and is really skilled at climbing around. She's the best at getting a read on people but never trusts her gut instinct. She spends too much time dealing with Cheesy, Junk and Chilled to keep a clear head - but she has a good eye. The more people that get added it gets both easier to stay alert and easier to get distracted in conversation. Ze has always been a good ally to her though. Junkyard is literally some random ass man the group meets, though probably the first member to get added. He's replaced his leg with some mechanical thinga-ma-bobs because he got a bite on it and now lives in the city quiet and alone. He probably had others here but he's alone now, he helps the group navigate through the city of zombies and upon saying goodbye they insist he comes with them. Though he'd like to stay and keep clearing the streets for anyone else who may be there, he decides it's better to move with people he knows are alive rather then ghosts and thoughts.

Also tried to use their among us colours in their designs.

[anawkwardgalnamedtarazan]

King Dice's folks...

Pearlie🔮 and Bick🖋

Around the late 1890s, Pearlie, a self-proclaimed fortune teller, traveled with a carnival from far seedy Linseed Bay to the vast Inkwell Isles, where dreams (and nightmares) came true, to make a quick buck. There, she met Bick Ballpoint, a shifty lucky charm salesman, returning from another failed sales pitch. They shared stories of their love for money and how they wanted to live the high life. So, they went into business together, she'd read people's fortunes and he'd sell 'em "charms" to make life easier, got married, and had a son.

But as the years grew, so did their lust for riches. The couple only saw their son as free labor, initially keeping him inside doing chores and spending all their money on themselves while he struggled. When their boy began to develop more as both a scammer and a dancer, they felt they had a star on their hands, one that could have them living the high-life for sure...but not if their boy (and his new um... friend) have anything to say about it....!

Now for some Headcanons!!!

Pearlie🔮💋

Had Dice (then named Cubert) when she was 20. She wanted a girl with a pearl head like her. She took every opportunity to hold it over the poor kid ever since.

Dreamed of being an opera singer, but her family pushed her to join their tailoring business. So, she left home at age 16 to make it big. But sadly, for her, genetics caused her voice to change, forcing her to rely on scamming people with her "readings".

Was SUPER extra with her appearance. We're talking about polishing her pearl head until it gleamed, lavish-looking outfits, and only the finest jewelry and makeup she could afford. Cuz she always believed looking important is the same as being important.

Favorite colors are blue and violet.

Was incredibly sly, playing on the Inkwellians' fears and desires for fame and easy living (ironic huh?). She often gave phony fortunes to carnival goers, faked seances for grieving and wealthy families, and had her son perform a little prestidigitation to really sell it (ex. pretending to be a ghost or demon, card tricks, charming people, you name it). Despite how hard he worked, Pearlie never really paid him back that much, being more concerned with buying stuff for herself. This did not bode well when Dice began dreaming of becoming a big star.

Headcanon voice: Alana Bridgewater (y'know the original voice of King Dice)

Bick🖋💼

A traveling salesman known for handing out useless junk. During his trip to Inkwell, he noticed its residents were very superstitious about demons and temptation. So, he decided to disguise his products as means to ward them off, from "potions" made from water and cheap cologne to 3-and-a-half leaf clovers to piano wire to trip "unholy ghosts".

His father left him at an early age. This left him depressed and his mother on edge. More often than not, his mother tried to "make a man out of him" by making him do all the chores in their house; if he refused, he would get a major spanking. This left a damper on Bick's confidence, and he ran away when he was 10.

Your typical carney disposition, always barking out to any potential suckers, using every shady scam he can think of to make a quick buck.

Was picked up by a traveling circus as an assistant once, explaining his carney tendencies.

Often had his son perform little dances or parlor tricks for customers. He always said it was "father-son bonding", but he just wanted a talented boy to make money off of.

Often use his money for gourmet meals, clean-pressed suits, and precious gems for his Pearlie.

Dice certainly inherited some showmanship from this guy but became MUCH more convincing with the Devil's help. He also inherited his skittishness. -_-

Like Dice, Bick also helped his wife in her scams, either handing out his nick-nacks or disguising himself as a demon or spirit. Though he and Pearlie were mostly interested in getting rich, Bick truly did see himself hitting the big time together with her, feeling he's found his soulmate.

Headcanon voice: John Delancey

[britcision]

Anyway I dunno how helpful this is gonna be to anyone but me, but uh… I… may have made a lil summary list of all the chapters of Dungeon Meshi by who’s in them and the vaguest description of what happens

(This began when I was trying to see if Chilchuck and Mithrun had been in a single panel together pre finale for Fanfic Reasons - they had been

One. Single. Panel.

Before Mithrun fucked off upstairs at Thistle’s house)

There are OBVIOUSLY spoilers it’s chapter by chapter but I like being able to pinpoint where the fuck to search for random obscure details so: Spoilers Below The Cut

DunMeshi chapters

1 - Falin goes down, leaving the dungeon, meeting Senshi. Giant scorpion hot pot

2 - man eating plants vs plant eating man

3 - basilisk hunting, meeting Doni and Fonil

4 - how not to pick mandrakes

5 - Chilchuck the trap expert, cooking with traps

6 - living armour, Laios first death

7 - analyzing and eating the living armour, Kensuke acquired

8 - Senshi and the golems

9 - veggie knight Laios, meeting the orcs

10 - meeting Kabru, treasure bugs

11 - spirit sorbet

12 - living paintings, first sighting of Thistle

13 - Chilchuck vs Mimics

14 - hair is important for magic, Anne actually does not like you sir, kelpie soap

15 - corpse collectors find Kabru, Kabru Swears Revenge, instant mermaid tpk, mermaids hate Laios’ singing

16 - kraken attack, parasites in parasites

17 - Marcille and Falin flashback, making fake dungeons, the natural dungeon, rip Laios

18 - planning rests, Marcille vs the Undine, Marcille low on mana - need lots of iron, Namari approaches

19 - Namari and the Tances meet Laios and co, the Undine is Super Duper Mad Actually, how resurrection works in the dungeon, fun with tentacles

20 - the undine fight part 2, trying to send Marcille to the surface for mana reasons with Namari and the Tances, Namari discovers the adamantine wok, Tances to the surface

21 - Laios and co down the shortcut full of tentacles, frog suits

22 - Tances to the governor, Namari and the twins visit a resurrection centre and bond

23 - Laios and co down to the castle town, how to fight the dragon awake and without Shuro? Mapping the town, planning

24 - leading the dragon around, Kensuke defects, stabbing feet is mid actually

25 - backup plan, let’s stand on a pot full of fireworks, the sacrifice play, Laios may learn some healing spells pls

26 - flashbacks with Laios, Falin, and the puppers, healing everyone up, excavating the dragon’s stomach and also guts

27 - putting the bones together, not enough left to reach the surface, it’s Fucked Up Necromancy Time, we gots a FALIN

28 - rest and recovery, dragon cooking season, Falin’s a lil OP now, Thistle Has Opinions

29 - hey guess what there’s still dragon in there, Thistle and Falin vs Laios and co, ghost rescue

30 - orcs on the fifth floor, Chilchuck would like his friends to live please, retreating to the surface?

31 - well shit going back is less easy than it looks, the moving maze, dryad snacks

32 - Tance resurrects Kabru and co, Kabru Swears To Go Home And Chill, attack of the corpse collectors, Kabru Has Morals

33 - Kabru and co working out who keeps “stealing” their stuff, a look at Laios and co from the outside and they all look shifty, sea serpent, Shuro and co meet Kabru and co

34 - teaching Laios healing magic, infinite energy in the dungeon, Laios mana sickness, the castle town is moving again, cockatrice, Marcille is petrified and pickling

35 - Chilchuck maps the dungeon city���s changes, dungeon cleaners, Shuro and Kabru and co arrive

36 - Kabru is kinda creepy okay, Chilchuck has something almost like a map, So Did You Fucking Save Falin (it’s complicated), Splitting The Party But For Safety Reasons, Laios tells Shuro and Kabru what has been happening including his Questionable Decisions, Shuro Backstory Via Maizuru

37 - Shuro is stabby and Kabru is a dick, HARPIES, Laios Maybe Should Not Have Told Shuro, Falin on the rampage

38 - Kabru Fucking Murders Falin (or DID he), reviving everyone, Laios vs Shuro, Marcille can MAYBE heal people I GUESS, Kabru has anatomy question, monster dinner for Kabru, Kabru and Shuro’s combined co go back to the surface and leave their supplies behind

39 - Suspiciously Convenient Downwards Stairs, why are we being attacked anyway, shapeshifters are just like us actually, Laios and all his impressions are super obvious so you can’t be mad

40 - Laios and crew with the shapeshifters cooking challenge

41 - Izutsumi joins the party, use your tools properly, decursing Izutsumi

42 - nightmares, Laios and Marcille

43 - reaching where the dragon fight took place, ice golem, Izutsumi and Chilchuck bond

44 - Izutsumi gets Namari’s coat, flashbacks with Izutsumi, barometz

45 - Kabru and Shuro’s crews reach the surface, Canaries reach the governor and Kabru reports, Laios Sees Dead People

46 - spirit kidnapping, the Golden Country and domesticated monsters, the mad sorcerer’s curse, Prophecies And You

47 - dungeon pancakes in the golden company, Yaad experiences Consequences, frozen over floor, That Is A Griffin Not A Falin

48 - griffin done kidnapped Senshi, making familiars, it turns out crafting skills are important, Senshi rescue

49 - Senshi’s Tragic Backstory™️, griffin vs hippogriff soup

50 - first changeling day! Elf Senshi, through the golden door

51 - changeling’d Laios and co vs gargoyles, We Are The Mushroom Circle, wash up

52 - dwarf elevator, Falin and Laios backstory, Canaries reach the dungeon

53 - Kabru, Namari, Canaries, the shadow governor and Mithrun being intensely fuckable

54 - Kabru, Namari and Shuro, mushrooms attack, Thistle Sighted

55 - Mithrun vs Thistle Round 1, Laios’ party have been changelinged take 2 (ogre Marcille) and eating ointment

56 - bicorn Laios’ party, the Chilchuck wife reveal

57 - flashback Falin and Laios take Marcille to the dungeon for the first time, headless horseman comes for some bicorn

58 - Laios’ party, succubi attack and the party goes down, Izutsumi focused

59 - Izutsumi’s succubi and party replenishment

60 - Laios’ succubus dreams and winged lion conversation, Laios the Dungeon Lord

61 - Kabru backstory reveal, Mithrun’s broke ass self reveal, Be sure not to want too much, The Ship Begins

62 - Mithrun the Dungeon Lord, footrubs work fuck you, their week alone and teleport scroll to meet up with the Canaries

63 - Laios and crew find Thistle’s house, phoenix fight and cooking, found book 1

64 - Marcille opens the book, need to make a meal for Falin

65 - dungeon rabbits and Marcille’s corpse tour

66 - top floor of the dungeon, Bickering Next To Holes Is Bad Actually, Kabru and the Canaries have a snack and Mithrun will not fucking stop staring, Laios and crew prepare a meal, Thistle is Suffering

67 - flashbacks with Laios and Falin, Laios kills Falin, Ready to take and have something taken

68 - Thistle’s backstory, someone has CLEANED, fuck you winged dragon

69 - Thistle and the Dragons nearly rock up a tpk

70 - Thistle shoulda researched dragons more

71 - Laios bondages Thistle to solve problems, Thistle instead creates a new problem

71.1 - Daydream Hour 4, character sketches, Canaries

72 - Thistle’s Brand New Feeder Fantasies, winged dragon eats Thistle and frees Laios and co to recover, Izutsumi finds Yaad

73 - Marcille is hung over, the Canaries and Kabru reach Thistle’s house, Cithis decides it’s hypno-time and Mithrun hunts down Thistle for round 2 (unneeded)

74 - Mithrun constantly accidentally menaces Marcille, Marcille unseals the winged dragon

75 - Mithrun vs Demon round 1, Marcille becomes Dungeon Lord and spiders it up

76 - Kabru, Canaries, Laios and co aftermath of Marcille’s leaving, dealing with the injured, Kabru sucks at explanations and Lycion is impatient, Canaries lose Laios and co

77 - orcs have captured Shuro and Namari, the dungeon shifts

78 - monsters running rampant, Namari and Shuro and Flamelle trying to work out what to do to save the world, sides picked for/against Laios as Dungeon Lord (he isn’t but okay)

79 - Marcille sees Falin and her dad, Laios and crew don’t drown yet, the Canary familiar army gets weird and eats them and promptly regrets it

80 - pooped out by coatl, Laios and co reunite with Marcille to discuss wtf, demon is a stripper, Laios says maybe stop Marcille says stay in the kitchen and make me a sammich

81 - Laios and co getting into Marcille’s past with FakeDad, do in fact make her a sammich, it does not work and subterfuge is still needed to escape

82 - phone calls on the surface, dungeon is leaking

83 - Kabru and the Canaries see the crack, monsters line up for combat, Marcille gets a new outfit that 1000% does not stop Mithrun from coming for her ass, Mithrun vs Marcille round 2 but he’s been listening and totally tries talking her down one whole time, Canaries tpk’d except Lycion

84 - Laios rescues Lycion, reconnects with Kabru Shuro and Namari, demon shares its goals and sides square up to contain the dungeon, monsters stop to let Laios and co through to see Marcille

85 - Laios and co find Falin in the tower, Marcille drowning in desires but the strongest one is for DRAMA (Chilchuck’s family)

86 - monsters will not listen to Marcille’s stop, sealing the bookhand demon, How do I stop being a dungeon lord?, Laios offers to defeat the demon and resurrects Mithrun on that alone so he signs off on eating Falin

86.1 - Daydream Hour 5, alternate outfits and more Canary stories

87 - demon backstory, needs other site

88 - Laios and co inside the demon (still a thot), Laios makes a deal

89 - dropping of Marcille and the gang with Namari and the Canaries, “Laios” makes a break for the surface but IT IS MITHRUN WITH A STEAL CHAIR Mithrun vs Demon round 3, still no noticeable success

90 - what if y’all go hang out with monster Laios instead, The World Is Ending And It’s All My Fault (Marcille and Kabru), Mithrun Is Having None Of It, Marcille and co chase down “Laios”, demon arms go claw machine

91 - vore and reverse vore, Laios vs “Laios”, get cursed bitch

92 - back down the tower then oops gotta escape the dungeon anyway, Marcille and gang find Namari, looking for Laios

93 - Now We Have A Dinner Party, different groups coming to help, found Laios

94 - elves in the aftermath, Mithrun serving up Falin, leftovers and veggie scraps

95 - meal, About That Golden Country, resurrection take 2

96 - epilogue

[woso-dreamzzz]

Would you ever consider giving princesse a sibling? It could be before or after their move to Bayern🤷🏻‍♀️

I've thought about it but Princesse never ends up with a sibling.

I've got a fic in my drafts now that's meant to be explain all of the big feelings about it but I'm just going to set out my own opinions here.

So, first of all, I don't think Princesse would work well with a sibling. She's confident enough around people she knows but she really needs comfort from Magda and Pernille sometimes and sticks to their sides like glue. She's a balance of confidence and shyness in a way that I don't think she'd work well with having Magda and Pernille's attention diverted (like it would be with a new baby) when she needs them both.

It hasn't been shown as much but she's definitely a bit antsy when her routine is broken. Particularly in the Gone series, it definitely throws her off when her routine changes or it's not as she would expect. A new baby or even when the baby is grown up, would make her anxious and shifty and it could definitely become a volatile environment if Princesse decides that her sibling is to blame.

I think in terms of Magda and Pernille in the Big Adventures Universe, they suit having one child. They obviously had Princesse when they were living separately from each other and adapted their parenting to that. It was never a secret or had excuses made for Princesse that Magda couldn't be around all the time and I think Pernille and Magda would worry that Princesse would feel jealous that the new baby would have Pernille and Magda at the same time, all the time, even though Princesse never got that and could then develop negative feelings towards the baby.

Princesse was also an impulsive idea in the nicest way possible. It hasn't been said yet but the whole idea of her started as a wine-drunk date night that didn't leave Pernille or Magda's minds until they had her in their arms. Another baby would have to come around after a long conversation and I don't think it would suit Magda or Pernille's lifestyle after they leave Chelsea and move to Bayern.

Yeah, all in all, Magda and Pernille have their hands full with Princesse and football so a new baby just wouldn't fit in their family well.

[silvermoondarkening]

I saw some ppl doing name HCs for the STP princesses and wanted to hop on that!

Most of these are based on some Tupperbox RPs, where my friends played some of them and they gave each other names, but I liked them a lot so that's just their name now

(If I don't mention someone in chapter 3, they share a name with their chapter 2, also Shifty is just Shifty to me I'm sorry girlie)

So here we go!

The Princess: Millicent (sounds like a princess-y name idk, fancy fancy, friends can call her Millie)

The Stranger: Doremi (as in 'do re mi fa so la ti,' I normally name my Dodrios this when I play Pokémon (one note for each head) but the one I caught yesterday I named The Stranger, so I thought it would be cute if they swapped names)

The Damsel: Primrose (often shortened to Prim, got it from a fanfic that changed my brain chemistry)

The Prisoner: Jade (because she's jaded)

The Beast: Dinah (like Alice's cat from Alice in Wonderland, Prim named her once they got close otherwise she wouldn't have one)

The Adversary: Ruby (a hard, blood red gem)

The Razor: Talyn (like talon, sharp like she is)

The Tower: Destiny (no comment she's definitely a Destiny)

The Nightmare: Mary (a friend named her, could just be short for Nightmare but imagine if it was like Bloody Mary lol)

The Witch: Tabitha (Prim calls her Tabby, I named her after my second Toralei monster high doll but also it's a kinda witchy name to me)

The Spectre: Wisteria (or Wisty, got it from a book and thought it fit her)

The Burned Grey: Hestia (after the Greek goddess of the hearth)

The Drowned Grey: Ophelia (saw someone else use it and. Yeah that fits her)

The Den: Regina (another Prim name lmao, queen of the junjle /ref)

The Eye of the Needle: Topaz (I feel like a gem that changes color with heat would suit her)

The Fury: Malice (like Alice but Scary)

The Moment of Clarity: Claire (Mary and Claire sounded cute together lol, sister vibes)

The Thorn: Willow (saw an edit of her with red hair and thought of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but also weeping willow because she's soooo soggy I adore her)

The Wild: Mercy (I feel like she'd have a virtue kinda name, she's either Mercy or Peace to me)

The Wraith: Belladonna (a poisonous plant, but more importantly it sounds like Beldam and my friends agree Wraith gives serious Other Mother energy)

The Cage: Anne (Head) and Boleyn (Body)

Happily Ever After: Antoinette (partially to parallel with Cage being Anne, partially because it's fancy)

The Princess and the Dragon: Angelina (No reasoning for this one, just think it's pretty)

[definesanity]

The Divine Comedy

Spoilers for the Finale of Murder Drones.

She awoke with a gasp, which then turned into a cough, and then a wheezing gasp.

Uzi's optics were damaged, and could only see errors beyond her vision.

Audio feed was also bugged. It sounded like rain... where was she?

Before that thought ended, her body automatically shut itself down.

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[C: YOU DOING GOOD, THERE?]

[U: Bite me, what the fuck happened???]

[C: SHRUG. AFTER THAT LITTLE TEST. QUESTION MARK EMOJI.]

[U: Greeeeeeeat.]

[BOOTUP_STARTED: WAKE UP, IDIOT.]

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Tessa James Elliot had just about finished repairing the Worker Drone's left hand when it jerked.

And in that moment, green eyes met neon purple-yellow. Tessa didn't even know that was an actual colour combo until then.

Uzi quickly got to her legs, but then they gave out, and she cursed.

"Woah, woah, easy th--!"

Uzi pointed the Solver at the girl. Her feeds were all working.

[C: TESSA?]

Uzi shook her head. Think later. "Don't even think about coming closer!"

Tessa, surprisingly, listened, and took a step back. Due to Uzi's visual feed being mixed with whatever the hell the Solver's had, she could see Tessa for what she truly looked like.

And... she didn't look that bad. Now that she isn't a skin-suit.

Black hair with a bow framed a small face, green eyes glowing, almost. A simple black dress and heels, too. Was this just her. Every day look?

[C: WISFTUL SIGH. SHE LOOKED, SO NICE, DIDN'T SHE?]

Uzi ignored the Solver in her head, looking back at the girl. "Who are you? And--where the heck am I?!"

Tessa slowly raised her hands up in surrender. "Woah, um. As much as I appreciate the caution, could you, er. You know? With the. Glowy thing?"

Uzi squinted. Then, deactivated the Solver. She did ask nicely. And Uzi was nice. Sometimes. Blame N.

"...Okay," the human let out a breath. "I'm Tessa. This is my home. I saw you were damaged and was repairing you when you suddenly booted back up."

[C: GENUINE.]

[U: We can trust her?]

[C: MAYBE. BE CAREFUL, UZI.]

[U: What's with the care?]

[C: YOU DIE, I DIE. PLUS...]

"...Thanks." Uzi eventually said. It's the least she can say. "...My name is Uzi."

"...What, like, the gun?"

"...Yeah. Like the gun."

Tessa squinted at her. "Kinda cringe, girl."

Uzi's eyes flickered at that. "Ex-fucking-cuse you?!"

A noise was heard from outside the room, and Tessa made a shushing motion with her finger.

After a moment, the noise stopped.

"...Okay, sorry! I shouldn't talk given what my middle name is but--still!"

Uzi raised an eyebrow. Then, sighed, pinching the bridge of her non-existent. "Fine, agree to disagree, I guess."

Silence was between them. Then, Tessa coughed into her hand.

"I, er. Like your eyes. Cool colour combo."

Uzi shrugged. "Thanks. Green suits yours, too."

Uzi then mentally face-palmed. She forgot about the censor.

[C: GOD F%*£ING D@!&IT. YOU HAD ONE JOB, SM@R%-@$$]

Tessa looked almost owlish. "You... can see me? Like. No censored thingamajig or, whatever?"

Cat's outta the bag, and Uzi hopes she won't be, either.

"...Ye--?"

Tessa appeared in front of her so fast Uzi nearly thought she had teleported.

"A damaged visual feedback???"

"Er--kinda???"

"That is SO COOL! I knew that Worker Drones can be cool, but this??? Ha! Just wait until you see I'm right, Mum!"

Oh great.

"Your, uh. Mother?" Uzi croaked out in sheer confusion.

"...Oh, right, right! Sorry, should be more formal, I guess." Tessa cleared her throat, and attempted to make herself look taller. "Miss Uzi, on behalf of. Me. I would like for you to stay in the manor and um. Work. For me. Please? Kinda sudden, I know! But. You know?"

Uzi blinked. On one hand, no. On the other...

Ack. Now that she's thinking clearly, Tessa is her only shot at actually surviving for longer than ten whole minutes...

"...Let's say I did. What do I have to do?'

"Nothing... toooooooo arduous?" Tessa said, seemingly unsure herself. Great. Wonderful.

She moved back towards Uzi, twiddling her thumbs, eyes shifty. "I-I mean, sure, there's plenty we have already, but, what we need is like a... 'elite' squad? I guess? And you seem to know your stuff."

Uzi rolled her eyes.

"Thanks. I know literally how to pirate stuff and maybe do that. Thing." she then paused. "Am I gonna have to change my clothes?"

"..." Tessa made a thinking expression. "...Eh, it'll be fine, probably. Welcome aboard!"

She gave out a hand to shake. Uzi, after a second, shook it.

"Thanks." she then remembered. "By the way, if you have any excess oil, could you, um. Pass it to me? My, er. Motors need it. I overheat. Easily."

Tessa waved her off. "I noticed. Don't worry! I'll be sure to slide you some."

Uzi didn't respond.

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Just like the average timeskip in. Most stories.

Uzi now was in the service of the Elliot family. Tessa was alright. Cyn definitely played her well, not gonna lie.

Her parents, though... ugh.

They thought that Tessa hanging out with 'someone like her' will 'sully' her mind.

They're right. Except she already did it.

Uzi didn't do friends. Until she met N. And then V. And now also kinda literally everyone else.

She often snuck Tessa manga, and some pirated anime, from her own memory, and projected it on to the wall. Elliot seniors usually don't go and check up on Tessa, leading to the two hanging out.

It felt... good. Nice, even.

After finishing another episode of 'Delicious In Dungeon', Tessa's stomach rumbled, and she groaned to herself.

"Uugh... why did we choose the food anime...??" she moaned out, and Uzi looked at her in disbelief.

"Wha--my sister in Robo-Satan! YOU chose the anime!"

"I didn't know the food was gonna look that good!"

She sighed, and leaned back into her bed.

"...Hey."

"What?" Uzi's eyes flickered up.

"For someone who said they've never worked an hour at a job, you're... alright. When it comes to sorting."

"Blame Autism.exe for that." she rolled her eyes, "Still, what brings this up?"

Tessa rolled over, so that her head was upside-down and looking at Uzi's eyes. "Just... you're literally my first friend."

Uzi blinked at that. And then it made sense.

Technically, in the first... er. What. Timeline? She guesses? It was J.

Now, though...

"...Same here, gonna be honest." Uzi replied quietly. "It's... ugh. No one seemed to like the "goth girl", so I was thrown into the bin. Figuratively and literally."

Tessa looked at Uzi with a complicated expression. This is why she doesn't like humans. Their faces are far too expressive for her liking.

"...Say, on that note, you've been hiding something, haven't you." Uzi asked. It wasn't an accusation, just a fact.

"...W-Well, uh. You see, you do a good job! Really! But, when it comes down to it, you're just. One Drone, ya know? It's... ugh, crikey, this is difficult to say..."

Eventually, she just shrugged and gave up. "I found... a teammate? I guess? J, I've called her! She seems a bit... rough, but, trust me, you'll love her!"

[C: DOUBT. SHE SEEMED TO, DISLIKE YOU GREATLY, MY DEAR HOST.]

[U: I WONDER why. Truly, I do.]

[C: I HAD NO DICTATION IN THAT. SHRUG EMOJI. PERHAPS SHE, MERELY JUST HATED YOU.]

[U: Well, I also hate me, so hip-hip-hooray!]

"...Well, don't knock it until you try it, I guess. Sure." Uzi had gotten much better at hiding what she truly thought. It came with years of having Cyn stuck in her head.

"Perfect! J, you can come in now!"

"Wait, she was just waiting--?"

Uzi cut herself off, seeing who stood now in the room, and who had been hiding in the closet. Literally. And probably figuratively, too.

"...Hey, Boss." J gave a salute to Tessa. And then, turned to Uzi, and gave the same salute. "Hey, Chief."

...Uzi won't lie. She liked the sound of that.

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"Lift!"

It was like a well-oiled machine. Except it's two well-oiled Worker Drones. Which is close enough.

James and Louise Elliot enjoyed the high life, Uzi had learnt; parties were a common occurrence, and so it led to many things being needed to be prepared in a short amount of time.

Still, out of every Drone in the manor, Uzi and J remained at the top of their workload. It also managed to see J with more screen time. Because if this were an anime, J would have had at least just. Ten minutes. And that's it.

She was annoying, but it came with her coding. JCJenson seemed to have added a part of code to her which forced her to act like companies, and JCJenson was at the top.

Thankfully, what with the goth's new role as 'Chief', J seemed to not be as biting. She regards Uzi with... almost respect? She isn't sure. She's never been respected.

Sure, there was that time she saved everyone's asses, but she did that because the Defence Force weren't. Plus, that wasn't respect, it was just thankfulness. Now, sure, that definitely fueled her ego for the next 24 hours after it, but after that it became a series of unfortunate events. Like. Holy Robo-Jesus.

[C: IN A WAY, YOU YOURSELF ARE NOW "ROBO-JESUS".]

[U: Which, by default, makes you Robo-Satan?]

[C: MM. MAYBE. OR, PERHAPS, THE HOLY SPIRIT?]

'More like unholy...' Uzi thought to herself.

It's... strange. But, hey, Uzi isn't dead yet, so that's a plus.

She came to the past out of an experiment she tried with the Solver. Being basically God came with perks, and she was just using them, was all.

And now, she's here.

In her eyes? Worth it!

[heroesriseandfall]

BTAS/TNBA Tim is such a fascinating little guy. Such a Jason-Tim mashup abomination. Robin fanboy who stalks Batman but his dad works for Two Face. He wears the Robin suit Tim later wears to honor Superboy. His dad’s name is Stephen “Shifty” Drake and he lives in Crime Alley. His name is Tim Drake but he’s the second Robin, not the third. He’s almost Jason Todd in a Tim Drake trench coat but they also scatter in some random things that belong to no character. Who the hell is this Stephen guy?

[gaybananabread]

This is later than I wanted to get this out, but it's here. For those who don't know, this is Part 2 of a little thing I did. I'll link Part 1 below. Sorry for the wait, Enjoy!

(Part 1)

Lee: Kirishima

Lers: Todoroki, Ojiro, Midoriya, brief Bakugo

Summary: The battle for chore duty nears a conclusion, as Kiri's turn has come. Can he beat Bakugo's time? We'll see.

Warnings: none! It does get a bit intense, but it's all in good fun and consensual. This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

"Your turn, Shitty Hair."

Bakugo's words sent shivers down his spine. He resisted the urge to yelp as he approached the chair. This was it, his moment to beat Bakugo at something. He hoped so, anyway.

The blonde slowly rose, giving Kirishima an evil, smug look. Bakugo had survived his turn, and now it was time for Kiri to face his tormentors. He just hoped they didn't kill him.

He warily sat down in the chair, looking up at his friends. Each of them had tickled him before, and no doubt had insider knowledge. Looking in their eyes, he noticed the same mischievous glint in all three pairs.

Well, I'm dead.

Midoriya started explaining the rules. "Okay, same rules from before apply to you. We won't stop until you say 'Plus Ultra', so don't worry if a few protests slip out." He smirked, knowing that would happen. "You need at least 7 minutes and 30 seconds to beat Bakugo. Try and keep flailing to a minimum, we don't want another incident."

The red head's cheeks flushed, and he threw his hands up. "Oh, come on man! It was one time!" Deku chuckled and turned to the other two 'judges'. "Okay, who wants where?"

Ojiro raised his hand. "I'm fine with where I was last time." The greenete nods. "Okay, I'll take his lower body. Todoroki, you fine with his midsection?" He nodded, and they went to their designated places.

Bakugo watched them curiously. They hadn't been so smug or decisive when it was his turn. Then again, they knew he would kill them if they tried anything. Anything underhanded or shifty they pulled then only benefited him. Still, he would keep an eye on them.

Kiri was trying to to squirm in the chair. They all knew about his worst spots, and he could tell they were about to abuse that knowledge. Seven minutes is a long time, a lot longer than he can probably last. But he's gonna try, and win. Hopefully.

Ojiro gathered the red head's arms and held them over his head. Midoriya grabbed the stopwatch, resetting it. He gave the countdown, and the four of them prepared.

"3, 2, 1..."

"Go!"

The three of them started out slow and soft, testing the waters. Ojiro fluttered his fingers on Kirishima's neck, his tail inactive for the moment. Todoroki made little circles with a finger on his belly, right in the center. Midoriya lightly poked at his knees and thighs.

Kiri didn't try to hold in his reactions. He would laugh eventually, and resisting took energy he didn't wanna waste. Bubbly giggles poured from his mouth, getting a huff from Baku.

"Already? You're done for, Shitty Hair." He had a smirk on his face, his voice smug and gloating. Kiri's cheeks went pink, and he stuck his tongue out. Bakugo, ever the charmer, flipped him off with a sly grin.

Todoroki decided it was time to get real. Ten fingers dug into the red head's belly, scribbling and poking the sensitive flesh. Surprised, Kiri squeaked before bursting into loud, boyish laughter. "TOHODOROKIHI! NOHOHO!"

The others followed suit, digging into his 'sweet spots'. Ojiro brought his tail up to brush against Kiri's neck, and Deku dug into his thighs, slipping little squeezes to his knees. This time, they knew exactly where to go to drive him up the wall. They also knew how to make it a million times worse. Because why not?

Midoriya was the first to tease. "Aw, Kirishima! I forgot how ticklish your thighs are! Your laugh is so cute!" The little shit knew exactly what he was doing. And it was working.

Kiri snorted, bucking his hips. Teasing always made things 100 times worse! His cheeks heated up even more, now a lovely scarlet red. His laughter grew, filling the room.

Todoroki kneaded the small amount of pudge on his waistline, driving the red head up the wall. Midoriya continued to tease him, relishing in the snorts that split his laugh.

"GUHUHUYS! *snort* QUIHIHIHIT IT!" He was starting to reach his limit. With one assailant, he could definitely beat eight minutes. But three? That was a lot harder than he thought.

He managed to ask a coherent question. "WHAHAHAT'S MY TIHIHIME?" He tried to twist his head to see, but Ojiro attacked his neck whenever he exposed it. The tailed student leaned in, smirking. "Oh, is this too much for you? Afraid you're gonna lose?"

He snorted, his face nearly matching the color of his hair. It was really hard to not headbutt him. Kiri seriously considered it, but figured it would only make things worse. "JUHUHUST- *snort* JUHUST TEHELL MEHEHEHE!"

Midoriya eventually cut in, chuckling. "You're at five minutes and forty seconds." That was not good for him. He didn't think he could last much longer at the current pace. He made a rash decision, one he would most likely regret. Under his shirt, he hardened his chest, stopping the tickling. Technically not quitting.

Todoroki grunted and stopped, feeling the other's quirk activate. He shot Kiri a stare that could shatter souls. "Kirishima. Unharden, now."

His laughter had calmed down a bit, but the other two were still tickling him. He could only focus enough for his midsection to stay hardened, and even that was a challenge. He closed his eyes, wistfully hoping that Todoroki would eventually get bored and leave.

Witnessing all this, Bakugo stormed over, pushing his multicolored classmate out of the way. He gave the blonde a look, but huffed and let him take over. "If he hardens, you gotta distract him. Watch and learn, half-and-half."

Cracking his knuckles, Bakugo drilled his fingers into Kiri's hips. Caught off guard, Kiri squealed before bursting into deep, side-splitting laughter. His quirk faltered, the skin on his chest shifting from hardened to normal. He was failing, the intense tickling making it harder and harder to concentrate.

Ojiro laughed, using both hands to keep Kiri's arms above his head. He thrashed and tugged, but Ojiro kept him right where they wanted him. Now his tail was the only thing tickling the boy's neck. It was still doing a marvelous job at distracting him.

He lost it when Midoriya removed his boots and started to tickle his feet. Now that his friend had broken, Bakugo stepped back and let Todoroki take over. He went right back to what Baku was doing, now using his own quirk to make half his fingers colder. He had heard it made things tickle more, and it turns out he was right. The poor boy's laughter somehow went up an octave, surprising both himself and everyone within a five mile radius.

Midoriya was scribbling across his soles, having gathered both feet into his hands. He had left his socks on, because he didn't want to kill him. Mostly. They were adorable, though. The little shark patterns made him smile.

Kirishima was losing his ever-loving mind. His entire face was a dark crimson, his eyes wet with tears of mirth. He was thrashing madly, trying anything to lesson the assult on his senses. The only thought running through his head was SHIT IT TICKLES IT TICKLES IT TICKLES!!

Bakugo watched the scene with a smug smile on his face. Knowing he had helped cause this made it even better. He was close to not caring about the win. This was victory enough. Well, almost. He still had pride and a winning reputation to uphold.

Finally, after what felt like ages, he tapped out. "PLUHUHAHA- PLUHUHUS UHUHULTRAHAHA!" The maddening sensations stopped, and his arms were released. Kiri immediately curled in on himself, hugging his sides and giggling like a lunatic as he sucked in air.

Midoriya laughed and stopped the timer. "Okay your time is-" He froze mid-scentence, taking a quick breath. He gingerly set the phone down, an unreadable smile on his face, his eyes blank. He walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. A loud band of a head on a wall could be heard from the hallway.

Ojiro walked over. "What was that for?" He picked up the phone and a strangled gasp escaped him. "What's wro-" Todoroki started to speak before the phone was turned around, showing him the final time.

7 minutes, 26 seconds

Ice formed around his foot. He took a deep breath, melting it and turning to the two idiots. "You both have dish duty. Respectfully, what in the actual fuck is wrong with you guys?" Then he left with Ojiro, the both of them silently pondering their existences.

Bakugo's jaw dropped, his arrogant facade falling. "WHAT THE HELL?! SHITTY HAIR, ARE YOU KIDDING?!" He whipped around to Kirishima, who was still struggling to regain his breath.

"Ihihi'm... I'm sohohory!" He looked up, a dopey smile splitting his rosy face. Tears still shone in the corners of his eyes. Seeing this could melt even the coldest of hearts. Bakugo's vicous demeanor lessened, simmering down to a glare and clenched fist. "You are such a fucking copy cat."

The giggly boy took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Wehell, ahat least wehehehe can see who's aha better dish wahasher!" Optimistic to the bitter end, that one.

Bakugo huffed, ruffling Kirishima's hair. What a fucking day...

[kandisheek]

steve/tony with alpha!tony and omega!steve? fluffy or smutty, up to you! 👀 I just finished reading Tis the Season and I absolutely love the way you write a/b/o <333

Aw, thank you so much! Since you enjoyed Tis the Season, here’s a snippet from that same universe. I hope you enjoy it!

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Steve’s first Christmas at the tower had been a lavish affair, hundreds of guests and a giant tree to accompany the party. It had been overwhelming, loud and flashy, all of which were things he’d associated with their host for the night.

Now that they’d all settled in and become friends, Tony had apparently done away with the need to impress them. Which suited Steve just fine. He’d always liked a more private party anyway, and having his chosen family along with his alpha with him was all he’d ever needed.

Steve’s eyes drifted across the room to Tony, who was sitting on the couch and chatting with Rhodey, a glass in his hand. He smiled involuntarily as a wave of affection rolled over him. Christmas always made him appreciate the things he was grateful for. And there was nothing he loved more than having Tony at his side.

Bruce walked past him with a tray of sugarcookies, and Steve gladly snatched one up, turning back to Natasha and Maria who seemed to be squabbling over who would win in a fight, Santa or Jack Frost. He was only half-listening, just basking in the calm atmosphere of the evening. It was nice to see everyone so relaxed and happy.

“Steve! Hey, Steve!”

Steve turned around, smiling at Tony who was beckoning him over to the couch with a shifty expression on his face. Rhodey seemed to have wandered off, so Steve walked over to Tony, happy to keep him company. He’d just opened his mouth to say hello when Tony grabbed his arm and unceremoniously dragged him onto his lap so Steve was sitting on him sideways.

“What the –” Steve froze, then frowned at Tony. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Just stay still,” Tony said, pulling Steve a little closer. And even more firmly on top of his rock hard cock.

“It’s Christmas. What are you doing,” Steve hissed, and Tony huffed.

“Calm down, I’m not going to do anything. You’re just less suspicious than a pillow. I don’t want anyone else to see.”

Steve barely held in a snort. “Wow, thanks a lot.”

“It’s your own damn fault,” Tony grumbled, hiding his face in Steve’s neck. “You did this to me.”

“Me? I was all the way over there, minding my own business. How is this –”

Steve broke off when Tony shoved his glass under Steve’s nose. One sniff was all it took to make an incredulous smile break out on Steve’s lips.

“Oh my god. Seriously?”

“I told you,” Tony said miserably. “Eggnog boners. That’s a thing now.”

“Jesus, keep it down,” Steve said, but he was laughing too hard to do the same. “God, that’s so ridiculous.”

Tony glowered at him. “What am I supposed to do? It tastes just like you.”

“Sorry not sorry.” Steve settled more comfortably in Tony’s lap, smiling when Tony let out a shaky breath. “You alright there?”

Tony growled. “Laugh it up while you can. I’m going to fuck you through the mattress later.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Tony stuck out his lower lip, and Steve couldn’t help but kiss the pout off his lips, chuckling when Tony nuzzled his jaw.

“Ew, keep it in the bedroom,” Clint said as he walked past the couch, munching on a gingerbread man. “I’m getting more punch. You want anything?”

“Another eggnog for Tony,” Steve said, laughing when Tony squeezed his sides, giving him a pitiful look. Clint eyed them both before he shook his head.

“Sure thing. Weirdos.”

Tony barely waited for Clint to turn his back before he nipped at Steve’s scent gland, making him shiver. “My revenge will be swift and merciless.”

Steve smiled, grabbing Tony’s hand to interlace it with his. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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You can also find an extended version of this fic on AO3, right here :)