#an he can go goop mode too

[astrmastr]

let a man eat birds for gods sake

ok but anyways! this is the sprite for the BBEG fo' my Bird Themed Pathfinder Game!! his name is SKRAAW and he is everything horrible about birds chimera'd into THIS 8 foot tall menace

he just wants. to eat bird people. an turn them into dinosaurs. its his favorite activity

also this drawin too

[arolesbianism]

Sigh. Why must you have died Aris, now I have to actually think abt what your abilities are instead of just sweeping it under the rug and calling it good enough

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Undertale characters see S/O break a bone and then S/O basically just does a Far Cry healing animation and doesn’t even care they got hurt.

Undertale Sans - He grabs your arm gently but firmly, with dark eye sockets. "b u d d y ? N e v e r d o t h a t a g a i n." He hated every second of it. What's wrong with you? Go to the hospital like a normal person, you're going to hurt yourself more.

Undertale Papyrus - He faints. First, the shock of seeing your leg on the wrong side triggered him, but you simply putting it back in place like it's nothing? That's too much man. He can take a lot of things, but this is a big no.

Undertale Toriel - .... She was about to heal you, that for sure stopped her dead in her tracks. She's speechless. And immediately turns into Goat Mom mode and starts lecturing you about how dangerous this is and how it could have hurt you even more. Now you sit down this instant and you let her heal you properly.

Undertale Asgore - He lived hundreds of years and still discovers new things. Though, that one is maybe a bit too much. The noise of the bone snapping back into place made him so uncomfortable he suddenly panics his way out of the house, pretending he needed to get groceries or something.

Undertale Undyne - She stares in awe for a few seconds. Then she explodes. "This was AWESOME. Do it AGAIN!!!" She's very excited about this. She's even ready to break your arm if you need it! Come on!

Undertale Alphys - The scientist in her leaves her body. Why even try? You clearly have no idea how to fix a bone. It's so dangerous and you just act like everything is alright now??? How??? You should be screaming in agony???

Undertale Frisk - Well they can do cool things too. Frisk immediately struggles to lick their elbow with all they have.

Undertale Chara - They roll their eyes at you. You think you're in a video game or something? They're not taking you to the hospital when you realize you're dying because of how painful this is. You did that to yourself.

Undertale Mettaton - He gasps, then runs to you with a camera. Can he break one of your bones so you can do it again and put it in his next movie? Please, please, please, pretty please....

Undertale Gaster - He hisses at you, all his goop puffing like an angry cat. This is the worst sound he has ever heard, please never do that again or he's going to blip into another dimension again!

Undertale Grillby - He stays neutral, but his fire body suddenly burns for real, which means you triggered him. And now the bar is on fire, and Sans is on fire, and all the customers are running in circles screaming for their lives. What have you done?

Undertale Muffet - No big deal, it happens all the time with her eight arms too. She doesn't even notice when one is broken with time, as she has seven other functioning ones. You're not special, who cares.

Undertale Burgerpants - Oh look at that. He's dating another weird person. Welp, that's official. He has a type apparently. He wishes he didn't have one. Why can't he date normal people who do things like normal people should?

Undertale Flowey - Did you just pull out the friendliness pellet he threw inside your arm with your teeth? "You can't do that! That's illegal! I just broke that bone, you can't fix it like it's nothing! Cheater!" He's so mad! Stop breaking his fun. He wants to kill you!

Undertale Gerson - He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You know his back is hurting as well, right? You know. A little trick like that could help like hell. Come on. Don't be shy.

[feraltvman]

Broken Star Puzzles

Powers and MORE explained

Prepare yo'selves for one long ass post, as I ramble off about my silly little AU Puzzles. The full course meal of how he works is now LIVE TEEHEE

⭐ Lets start off with this fun little detail I put in BS!Puzzles design!!!! If you take away his body, then put the pieces closer together you get a mangled broken star shape :D I didn't just pick a random amount of star pieces to be sticking out of his body, it was on purpose to really send home the message that he IS a Broken Star UvU

The rest of The Wishing Star is in his system, mangled and waiting to be used... Is it possible to bring the star together and mend it? Possibly but who knows what that would do to Puzzles? 🤭

👾Build a Minion-

Puzzles first power is to Create Minions that will blindly follow his every order without a second thought. The Wishing Star relies on his Thoughts and Emotions, while a star can read your mind... The deepest desires in your heart when you wish upon it... If you wish for something while your mind is tossed like a salad, unsure of the bigger picture then how is the star supposed to get the bigger picture?

If Puzzles isn't Focused on what he wants. Say hes robbing a bank for petty purposes and hes not totally in it bc in the long run this doesn't do much for his plans, or these guards are pathetic couldn't do shit to him.... He wants a Cool lizard thing to rip them apart and he could get what he imagines or....

A ball of scales with wings. Puzzles may be more edgy and brooding however he is still. Your honor. A silly little guy who cannot stay on task or will ruin his own plans- he could be doing something and suddenly think about how badly he wants Fish Crackers

Star doesn't care that this thought was for Later. He wanted them now and snapped his fingers, you get fish crackers my king.

🕷️Mind Control/⏯️Pause and Mute

The Wishing Star DOES NOT directly affect Puzzles NATURAL abilities in the slightest bit, they are his normal built in functions and the Star doesn't correlate, the only reason he has some of his natural powers is just the convenience that this is a Star in his body. Nothing else.

1 Extra Star he was never supposed to have so his natural abilities are weak and unreliable. Mind Control can only last for a minute if not less than that, he can give someone a simple command to do and use that time to make distance between himself and them in order to summon minions.

Pausing and Muting, can be resisted now. The more someone fights back against the Pause, their body will start to twitch until they can break free on their own accord before Puzzles ability runs out of time.

As for muting, the more insistent the target is to talk their voice will slowly become unmuted.

Puzzles has the tendency to forget that he has limited time so will go into an Evil Villain monologue just to get his ass kicked 2 seconds later- bc he is silly and autistic like that. I wouldnt dream of taking away his quirky behavior uwu

🤕Pain Resistance-

When Puzzles first got the star it was ungodly painful as the giant mass wormed its way into his body, which caused his first wish for Resistance To Pain.... He can still feel damage, and his quirky behavior causes him to flinch anyways even if it won't hurt as much anymore. But he can take a punch from Mario and barely feel a thing now, which isn't the best thing for him as he still wears down just the same as before but now that he can't feel himself wearing down as much, he'll push himself beyond his limits and it will take a lot longer to get him to run away in a fight which could also lead to his capture bc he figured out hes tired way too late and passes out while fleeing.

🎎No Bone Mode-

This ability is a combination of The Wishing Star and The Demonic Goop collaborating in order to keep Puzzles safe from harm since he can't do that himself yet-

The demonic eyes in his arm and in the Puppeteer hand ARE fully functional, seeing more than Puzzles sees but just not sharing that to him bc that would fuck him up even more and they don't need that. Instead it uses what knowledge it has to help Puzzles however it can. Nudging him with impulsive thoughts on top of the fact this man fully does not want to get hit- The Wishing Star fully understands the mission and helps him avoid contact by any means necessary.

Sense Puzzles is resistant to Pain he can't feel any of this as the Puppeteer hand flings him around like a rag doll. Its more or less a very powerful enhancement to his movement and flexibility

♻️Jealousy Meter- (AKA The power of Friendship)

Depending on Puzzles state of mind different emotions and desires have VASTLY different effects on his abilities- Right now he is currently ⭐Hoe Mad⭐

Violently Betrayed by his friend

Left behind by who was supposed to help him

Shown that his vulnerability was nothing but a weakness

Affection is just a TOOL people can use against him

All this goes into the factor of how STRONG his powers while using specifically the Wishing Star are, because his Desire is revenge and to break apart the friend group which ruined his own companionship

Jealousy and Hatred fuel him like a rechargeable battery that was left plugged in.

The more he feels, the stronger he gets. Summoning big creatures straight from hell with full magical capabilities of their own, his own physical strength being enhanced (without changing his appearance. Strong anime twink logic), up til the point he COULD get strong enough to mend the wishing star in his body

This is catastrophic behavior... The more fixed the star is, the stronger Dreams or Nightmares BS!Puzzles can make a reality. Warping the area around him to become different (grasslands to volcano type of shit), gaining better abilities if not negating his need for 5 stars to use his natural abilities.

He has the

potential

To become ungodly dangerous, but he doesn't really think about Mending the broken star in his own system, he rather fears that possibility... He doesn't want to lose it and thinks if he Fixes it, that it will fly out of his body then he will be powerless again. Thus he goes with the status quo. Good Enough 👍

The most he will do with the Star is summon more pieces of it in order to give himself a massive cleaver scythe hand for murdering

TLDR Power Of Friendship:

He could become REALLY fucking dangerous however just uses it to power up his ability to summon things and his own physical strength

[flash-exchange]

Clavis Lelouch and the Cauldron of Goop

Characters: Clavis & Gilbert Writers: @lorei-writes @yarnnerdally @scorchieart Rating: all ages Warnings: none Notes: We played Frantic Fanfic in voice chat and decided it was too much fun not to share it. Strap in for the chaos! (3 minutes mode)

It was a dark, dark night, somewhere deep in a forest. No light. No houses (aside those made from gingerbread and candy, and who knows how many children skeletons -- chicken feet not included). No nothing, aside from the trees and the chirping of rather unamused crickets, and perhaps a little something special: the magic of being arch-not-quite-enemies. ("Frenemies" had to start somewhere).

Clavis leaned his head back, drinking in the cool night air. His eyes narrowed as he gazed upon Gilbert. His eye (singular) narrowed too. He put his cane in the cauldron and stirred.

"Why is it purple?" he questioned.

"Why shouldn't it be purple?" Clavis replied. Indeed, why?

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"I would think that adding the spirulina would have made it blue," Gilbert mused. Clavis laughed, raising an eyebrow.

"Dear me, looks like someone needs to brush up on their color theory." The smile slowly faded from his face as the pot began boiling more than anticipated.

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"Of course," Gilbert said sweetly. "You'll have to excuse my condition. Color-blindness is often a consequence of cyclopes. However, it also keeps us acutely in-tune to incoming disaster."

"Hahaha, you may want to consider investing in glasses!" Clavis laughed nervously, keeping an eye on the brew. "Or perhaps, a monocle?" He added. The cauldron bubbled evermore viciously. "In fact, I'll bet Sariel has a pair you can snap in half. Why don't you go ask him now?"

[bluejayboi]

TWST Headcanons (part #1?)

Apologies for the inactivity. Life has been busy! I'll try to get some more stories out at some point so enjoy these tidbits in the meantime :]

No TW's, just fluff

Since the Shroud brothers have fire for hair, they never needed nightlights growing up (the glow of their hair would provide enough light). Ortho would come to Idia’s room whenever he had a nightmare. Not only did he find comfort in being with his older brother but, since Idia has longer hair, his hair would cast more light and keep away the darkness that could make Ortho feel scared

This would be very useful if the power went out at NRC but it makes Idia’s and Ortho's stealth stats nearly nonexistent

Idia’s hair is similar to the Pokemon rapidash’s mane: If he really trusts a person (and he consents to them touching him) he can ‘will’ his hair to not burn them. But if he doesn’t trust the person or doesn’t agree to be touched, his hair will burn them like a regular fire would. The same goes for Ortho (I just want to pat my lil buddy’s head but I can’t if the fire isn’t magical in some way `^´)

Running your hands through their hair feels kind of like your hand is getting spritzed with mist (there’s no wetness, just the barely noticeable pressure/tingle of something touching your skin). Even when they let you touch their hair, it’ll still be quite hot (like bath water that’s just on the verge of being too hot or holding your hand really close to a space heater). This would be very useful if you ever get cold around Idia since you can just engulf yourself in his long hair (it’s like a heated blanket!!). Be warned though: if you do this, Idia's face and hair will turn beet red

Since their hair is magic, it won’t accidentally affect items like clothing, seats, or other physical objects that they interact with

Floyd and Kalim would end up trying to roast marshmallows off of Idia's flaming hair (others might try to join but these two would be the main instigators). Floyd would be doing it on purpose, knowing that it'll make Idia uncomfortable, and will specifically get the sunshine boy to make it worse for him (damn sadistic eel!!). Kalim won't realize that Idia's uncomfortable and will be trying to hand feed him s'mores

Ortho will get the same treatment among the freshmen gang but, unlike his brother, he’s absolutely thriving. The only issues he’d have with it is if anyone dropped marshmallow goop or melted chocolate onto his sensitive machinery (since he wouldn’t want his brother to have to clean it for him) and the fact that he can’t eat s’mores with this body (he’ll want you guys to describe the experience to him)

Battle bot nights at Ignihyde. They made sure to check with Ortho before starting it because they wanted to make sure it wouldn’t make him feel uncomfortable. Turns out, Ortho’s super into it! Sometimes a little too much to be honest. He can get a little bloodthirsty sometimes, a mischievous look glinting in his eyes while watching the bots wallop each other. He goes full “Emperor from Gladiator” mode, giving the go ahead for contestants to destroy their enemies bot. Idia loves how much Ortho is enjoying himself (lil guy is just vibing with the carnage <3) so he lets him take control of the event. Idia makes sure that there are rules in place that keep the bots from being too overpowered (no lasers, no technomantic magic, no deathrays, no sentient AI, etc.). He takes care of all the rules and technical stuff so that Ortho can just enjoy the event itself. Idia doesn’t usually compete (he knows his fellow dormmates wouldn’t stand much of a chance against him so he only joins occasionally and usually only makes comedic bots for it). They keep it simple but entertaining. It’s a great bonding activity for the Ignihyde students and it allows them to socialize over mutual interests. Idia will invite you to come watch if you seem interested.

What would probably end up happening: Pawsitively Hissterical (or pretty much any video from this channel)

Idia and Ortho take turns controlling the “housebot” and would be happy to teach you how to maneuver it if you’d like to join too

If some of his dorm members start questioning his skills and technological prowess, Idia might just have to make a serious bot in order to whoop their asses. This is also the same method that other dorm members use to settle arguments or disagreements (while Savannaclaw students duke it out through physical brawls, Ignyhyde guys tend to settle things through less hands-on means). They will also definitely resolve issues through video game tournaments, board/tabletop games, and other indirect means as well

One of the ways that Azul would show affection is by giving you food that he “can’t sell” at the Mostro Lounge. He claims that the food is getting close to its expiration date and/or that customers “just aren’t ordering it” (will absolutely pull the “oh no, the kitchen made the wrong item!! It would be a shame for it to go to waste!!” card when you visit). To clarify, the food is perfectly fine. Most of the time, it’s not even close to expiring. He just uses this excuse because he’s trying to get used to showing true kindness with no strings attached (he’s always scared that people will take advantage of him or pick on him like before so he’s always on edge about this stuff). He hides his true intentions, pretending that he’s just trying to prevent food waste by giving stuff to you. He’ll give you free drinks, snacks, meals, and ingredients. He knows that you don’t get the biggest allowance from Crowley and wants to make sure that you don’t go hungry. He also knows how ravenous Grim can get and he doesn’t want the little gremlin to eat you out of house and home

At some point you get tired of Leona calling you herbivore like it’s an insult and take matters into your own hands (happens sometime after Leona’s overblot to around the time you stay with him in Savannaclaw. You aren’t exactly close friends yet, being more akin to frenemies or friendly rivals)

“You do realize that being an herbivore isn’t a bad thing, right? Some of the toughest creatures to exist are actually herbivores. Hippos, rhinos, elephants, moose, hell even deer sometimes. And you know what separates us herbivores from you carnivores? Carnivores kill because they need to. Whether that means they need to eat, protect their territory, or whatever. Herbivores, on the other hand, we do it because we want to. Because you've pissed us off to the point where we'd rather risk death then put up with you anymore. And we’re not merciful about it. We don’t make your death swift and painless. We do what we gotta do to protect ourselves, regardless of what that means for the other party. Anything that proves itself to be a threat– hell, even an annoyance!– is dealt with mercilessly. So do try not to make yourself either, alright?” Your tone is sickeningly sweet and you have a sadistic grin on your face. This is one of the key moments where you really earned Leona’s respect. Ever since then, he stopped calling you “herbivore” like it was an insult and instead used it like an affectionate nickname (and he won't let anyone else use his nickname for you either)

One of Idia’s favorite candies is gummy worms (since Hades in the Hercules movie could be seen eating a worm out of his martini, I thought this would fit him). He has a soft spot for the “creepy” candies; jelly filled eye gummies, chocolate shaped like beetles, sugar skulls, etc.

Jade can absolutely use his Unique Magic more than once per person. He just lies about it to make people feel more at ease and trusting. (Maybe he can only use it on a single person once per day but it resets after midnight?)

Ruggie “volunteers” his time to help at the greenhouse. It gives him ample time to watch over Leona while also pilfering edible plants and stuff he can sell. Professor Crewel knows what Ruggie is doing but doesn’t stop him. He’s such a good worker that he pretty much makes up for it (plus they have a deal: Crewel gets a small cut of the profit, tells Ruggie what’s off limits, gives him tips on how to increase profit, and tells him where things can be sold. This is Crewel’s little revenge at dealing with Crowley’s hijinks)

Epel helped Sam work out a deal to get Appleton apples, baked goods, and wood carvings sold at “Mr. S’s Mystery Shop” on rare occasions. Sam has him cut in for a bit of the profit. Meemaw is so proud of Epel for being a little businessman

Azul is ambidextrous (octopuses/octopi have 9 brains: one in each tentacle and one in their main body. They can manipulate each of their tentacles individually. Following this logic, it would make sense for Azul to be able to use both hands with somewhat equal skill)

Dragon’s hoard treasure. Since Malleus treasures his friends, his hoard is going to consist of mementos, gifts, souvenirs, and other items that remind him of the people he cares about. He’s very sentimental. The receipt from the first time you both went out to eat? Kept. That selfie that you took together and sent to him? Printed and framed (he had to get Lilia to help him with this. He swears the printer is out to get him [may or may not have broken it out of frustration]). Even the smallest gift you give him will be kept. Tuck a dandelion behind his ear because you want to see the bright yellow contrast with his dark aesthetic? He’s either magically preserving that flower so it never wilts or pressing it and adding it to a scrapbook. He’s mainly got items from the Diasomnia gang and you but will keep pretty much any gift that he’s given (you and the Diasomnia boys always have a special spot in his stash tho)

Jamil and Ruggie absolutely have hangout days where they split their time between each other's dorms, help each other out with chores (since they know none of the other person’s dorm members are pulling their weight!!), and shit talk their housewardens and other people (Jamil loves to complain about Azul). Sometimes, they have more relaxing days where they just go somewhere where their dorm members won’t find them and share snacks and drinks

They will likely spend some time in the guest room at Ramshackle. Don’t worry, they’re great guests. They’ll help you clean, bring you snacks, and will listen if you want to rant about annoying people as well (they’d be overjoyed to have you join their gossip sesh)

Riddle had his first ever sugar rush on Halloween after his overblot. He’s slowly trying to work past the trauma that his mom put him through. Part of that includes him trying to work past the dietary restrictions that she forced on him (I swear this woman is an “almond mom”). He tries to keep a healthy balance between what he eats but his dormmates were able to persuade him to let loose for just one day. Trey made a bunch of sweets for the dorm, ranging from pastries to homemade candies. It took a lot of persuading from Trey and Cater (along with nagging and teasing support from Ace and Deuce) to get Riddle to stop holding back. Once the sugar rush kicks in, he’d be quite literally bouncing off the walls. He’s running around, candy clutched in his hands and a jovial grin on his face, as his dorm members are desperately running to catch up with him. Eventually they lose sight of him, go on a dorm wide search, and find him passed out (sugar crash hit him hard) in the hedgehog enclosure cuddling with the little spike balls. When he comes too, Riddle will be very embarrassed and will try to get people to not talk about it (Ace will never let him forget and will frequently get collared for this. Cater also snapped some photos that he may or may not have posted on Magicam already)

Speaking of Halloween, the guys at NRC would be the most competitive trick or treaters. Some of them may act like they’re too mature to go out in costumes asking for candy but even they’ll get into it if you drag persuade them into coming. It will become a competition, seeing if they can collect more than their friends (or rivals)

Ruggie is definitely the type of guy to see the “take one” sign and dump the whole bowl of candy in his bag

Floyd will get bored of trick or treating and will end up trying to scare people so much that they drop their bags of sweets. Jade, while not really caring about collecting the candy, would love to join just for the scaring

Jamil will never admit it but he gets cold easily (snake’s being cold blooded and all). He was taught from a young age that his discomfort is of no importance so he just gave up talking about it (his parents are assholes and would gaslight him to get him to act more like an emotionless being with no desire but to serve rather than an actual living being with wants and needs). He’s only truly comfortable with the temperature in Scarabia or the Scalding Sands (anything outside of that is a bit chilly for him). The moment he gets a bit of free time between classes, he loves to bask in the sunlight (he never really gets a chance to because he’s always running after Kalim)

If you ever invite him to a movie night in Ramshackle, make sure to provide lots of blankets. At first, he’ll just casually have the blankets over his legs or wrapped around his shoulders but, as he gets more comfortable (and knows that you won’t take pictures of him in this state), he will burrow into the blankets (it’s adorable but he will glare at you if you say as much)

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

What if Hunter met Marcy? Would they both understand what it is like to be the unwilling hosts possessed by the Big Bads of their shows and forced to attack their own friends?

[Shortly after meeting at a con, Luz invited Marcy over to her house to meet the rest of her family, the Hexsquad]

Luz: So Marcy, this is my brother Hunter and based on what you and Anne told me, you both have something in common. In that you were both possessed by a bad guy.

Marcy: Really? How’d yours go? If you don’t mind me asking, you don’t have to answer or whatever.

Hunter: It’s fine, it’s just that I’m a magical clone of my uncle’s brother whom he killed when he found out that Caleb (me) married and was having a kid with a witch. Since then he’s made dozens of clones and killed them each time when they sympathize with the witches. When I found out my uncle’s secret he tried to kill me too. He possessed me in his goop form and mortally wounded my best friend before drowning me to get some Titan’s Blood. Luckily Flapjack saved me but by giving his life and magic to me. What about you?

Marcy: Oh I didn’t want to move away so I basically kidnapped my best friends to a world of talking amphibians. I was manipulated by King Andrias who was my friend and a father figure to me but he used some of the secrets I told him against me to separate me and my friends during his bad guy reveal. I tried to use the music box to open a portal for my friends to escape but he stabbed me through the chest. I would’ve died if he didn’t put me in a rejuvenation tank but that was also to heal me so I can be a puppet for the Core; a collection of Amphibia’s greatest minds. They kept me trapped in a mindscape and when I figured out it wasn’t real they put me in darkness. Luckily my friends saved me but not before I hurt Sasha and Grime real bad. The Core however was a sore loser and possessed the moon and tried to crash it into the planet but Anne went god-mode and destroyed it but then Sashy and I had to watch as our crush disintegrated into leaves.

Luz & Hunter:………………

Hunter putting a hand on Marcy’s shoulder: the moon huh? That’s rough buddy.

[superluigiglitchy]

Really specific ass headcanons on the cast of SMG4

Meggy is really stubborn about sleep not because of her coffee addiction but because of nightmares she has from the anime island incident, the YouTube graveyard and pretty recently from Wild Spaghetti and Wren and pretty much just her trauma in general which results in her having some pretty bad insomnia

She's gotten better though because the glitchy gang don't want a repeat of what happened the last time she didnt sleep for days (read: she got a pretty bad fever because her human body hasnt adjusted to her newly made immune system and prettu much had a breakdown both from the stress, sleep deprivation and delirium caused form her fever) and she's trying to be better for them

What usually helps her sleep is having her cat Loaf near her, having one or more members of the gang sleep in a cuddle pile with her, a good cup of tea with some ramen noodles or the most embarrassing one for her: being rubbed behind her pointed ears

So far Mario and Luigi are some constant cuddle buddies of hers but Tari is a close second with Melony, Boopkins, Saiko and surprisingly Bob in third

With Meggy only looking human physically, she still retains all her inkling functions (plus a little something extra thanks shaggy) meaning yes she can still very much purr and she hates it

Mario and the others often exploit this

I am applying my inklings are basically aquatic cats headcanon onto Meggy and no one can stop me

Saiko is allergic to pollen and is practically knocked out during the first week of spring, yes Tari fusses over her a lot during this time

Bob is capable of being a good business man, he just needs to shed his old habits and bad practices this is easier said than done though

Unbeknownst to anyone not even herself, Tari is very susceptible to viruses, why she hasn't been infected by any is both a combination of dumb luck and being smart on what video games she enters (which is also a result of dumb luck) however that may change soon if TvWare involved now

Kaizo very much teases Saiko about her crush on Tari after he found out every chance he gets, he in turn nearly gets whacked with a hammer by the red faced pinkette

He's super supportive of her crush and will kick anyone's ass who objects, wingmans with Meggy so the idiots can finally confess to eachother

Mario wears a lot of star patches and bandages because he's silly like that

Peach went apocalypse survivor mode for a few weeks and did pretty well while trapped in the demon pit her castle was in, it's just that she got infect by the demon goop A week before SMG4 and the others could go down there to fetch the star, if the crew were to return and search around the remnants of the castle they would find a camcorder and a series of videos tapes of Peach's exploits and find the last 3 tapes are of her expressing her thought as she's been thinking of her actions from the past few years as of late and her regretting how she treated the others, Mario especially and how she wants to apologise to them and treat them all better once she gets out of this literal hell hole

Of course we all knew what happened after that

Luigi has seven evil ex boyfriends, each of which have experienced the wrath of Mario

Mario is also super supportive of Luigi and will also kick anyone's ass who objects

Peach and Daisy are dating, no one is aware of this and no one has figured it out

Pls add Daisy to SMG4 I want to see her kick ass and be a menace

Tari knows some karate moves and will not hesitate to use them post- western spaghetti, clench just speeds up the fighting with a laser and other dubious weapons that Tari didn't know her arm had

Boopkins has a guilty pleasure of watching scooby doo

Smg3 would make an animal sanctuary for any friends Eggdog makes

When Meggy gets sick (which is rare AF) she sorta acts... Kinda like a feral cat

Bob can confirm this statement with all the beak bite mark scars he has and scratches too

For some reason she's not mean to Mario, Luigi, Saiko or Tari (which is to be expected) but also Jubjub and Boopkins

Mario and Luigi consider Meggy A third Mario brother, Meggy cried for an hour straight when she found out about this because of how happy she was

She know uses the named Meggy Spletzer-Mario

Yes I still find it funny Mario and Luigi's last names are Mario so Mario Mario and Luigi Mario

Swag and Chris married for tax benefits

Everyone thinks that's a lie

[jonathanvik]

Luyten V - Chapter 14

“Woah!” Rose suddenly jerked Luyten to the right, avoiding Okab’s claw. It seemed her training had paid off. She surprised her opponent with a sudden right hook, the warehouse rumbling as the Altair struck the ground.

“Get out of here!” Sandage yelled, guiding techs and scientists to the nearest exit. They rushed in an almost blind panic, but the LUVOLT agent's authoritative voice kept them in order.

“That means you too, Cecilia,” Sandage said to the stunned girl staring at the battle from the catwalk. But she continued to stare in wide-eyed mesmerization. Rose had little time to worry about that, Okab’s needle-like beak snapped forwards leaving a deep gash across Luyten V’s cheek.

“You!” Rose couldn’t believe she’d gotten thrown into yet another battle out of nowhere. What happened to her fated, doomed day? What would happen now? She was really starting to despise time travel and prophecy.

Her drill arm whirred to life, slashing at her opponent. Okab howled as a piece of his armor got ripped apart, leaving a nasty shredded gash that oozed purple goop. Much to Rose’s dismay, the wound patched itself together almost immediately, the skin stretching across the wound like some twisted bandage. Still, she’d hurt him.

Luyten V rumbled as she took a sudden blow from behind, her opponent easily maneuvering around her. She tried fighting back, but Okab always seemed a step ahead. As powerful as Luyten V was, it couldn’t match the Altair general’s speed.

“I need overclock mode again.” It frustrated Rose how much she depended on it. Of course, its real name was Full Synchronization Mode. But Rose hadn’t even scratched the surface of its true power yet. They’d tried pushing her through the full sequence, but it’d only caused her to pass out. That’s why she’d been doing basic training with Luyten V. Sandage had hoped it’d give her the necessary resistance to activate Luyten V’s true power.

“Dang it!” Her mind raced as Okab's sliced against Luyten V's armor. Like a cat, the Altair general enjoyed toying with his prey. While she’d scored a few lucky hits, they’d only been grazing, superficial ones.

“Is that the best your human ingenuity can do?” Okab taunted. “You hurt me, but you’re as sluggish as ever. I hoped for more from humanity’s champion!”

“Why, you!” It seemed she had no choice. She needed to use the first sequence in Luyten V’s Full Synchronization Mode. Stage 2 still remained too difficult. And the final stage? Out of the question.

“If I surprise him, I might land a killing blow,” Rose thought as she tapped the keys to start the first stage. But then a voice caught her attention.

“Cecilia. We need to go, now!” Sandage said, tugging at her friend’s arm. But she stood rigid in place, her eyes a void. Was she having one of her visions? Fed up, the LUVOLT agent hurled the tall girl over his shoulder and rushed to safety.

Before Rose could wonder about what had happened to her friend, Sandage contacted her through her phone. “Yes?”

“Keep him busy. The techs tell me they can get you Project: Bird Bath in about ten minutes,” Sandage said, huffing as he carried the unwanted weight on his back.

“Ten minutes against Okab, are you serious?” Rose said, annoyed. “And you still haven’t explained what this Project: Bird Bath thing is!”

“I realize that. But hold on, we’ve got your back!” With that, he hung up the call.

“Typical!” Her annoyance was mitigated as her drill scored on Okab’s right leg. The Altair general had gotten careless and paid for it. If he’d been a split second slower, he’d have lost the limb. While it hampered him, he remained devilishly quick.

Still, the wound closed with terrifying speed. The Altair general was on another level from the scout she’d faced earlier. Worse, he intuited her attacks, using his long arms to strike from places she couldn’t easily retaliate. She grunted in frustration as her drill slipped past Okab by a hair. Sirens howled as Luyten V took another blow to the head.

“This isn’t working.” Rose tapped the sequence for stage 1 of Full Synchronization Mode, starting it for real. Sweat trickled down her forehead as Luyten V’s inner heat rose to scorching levels. And this was still nothing compared to the intensity of Stage 2.

“Gah!” Okab howled in pain as the unexpected burst of speed allowed Luyten V to land a clear blow on his shoulder. Another blow struck his chin with Luyten V’s open palm, dazing him. But with incredible resiliency he recovered in seconds, darted back then circling her with cautious steps. A truck crumpled like an aluminum can as the Altair general trotted over it.

But then it was Okab’s chance to surprise his opponent, twisting like a contortionist around her next blow. The blow to Luyten V’s chest drove her clear across the warehouse, smashing through a nearby wall. A tree crumpled as she righted Luyten V and took a battle stance. The night sky was clear as Rose prepared to fight for her life. 

Thankfully, the compound was outside the city proper, so few people would get hurt. Still, people, mostly soldiers, were scrambling to safety. The entire installation was in chaos. 

“I think it’s time to stop playing around.” Okab joined her outside and leaped at her with astonishing speed. A foot smashed into Luyten V’s torso, dirt exploding as she stuck the ground hard. Metal creaked as the Altair general stepped on her chestplate, the pressure of Okab’s strength incredible. 

“He’s been playing with me this entire time,” Rose realized in horror. She yelped as the metal of her cockpit distorted before her eyes. She fired a beam from Luyten V’s forehead and Okab jerked away, releasing her. With unsteady feet, Luyten V stood up. 

“Though you possess some power, it’s not enough to threaten the Altair. Yes, I think I’m satisfied. I’ve sampled your strength long enough. We’re ready to harvest your world.”

“Hold on!” Sirens drowned out Sandage’s words as Rose fought on, but efforts remained ineffective. Much to her horror, she realized he’d been studying her fighting style. But she fought on anyway, even though the heat of Stage 1 threatened to make her pass out.

“Damage him!” Sandage said, his words urgent.

“Okay, why?”

“No time to explain.”

Easier said than done, but she pressed her opponent harder, not letting up for a second. There! With a kick, she struck out with a leg. He dodged, but couldn’t avoid a palm strike from above. Staggered, she landed a clean blow with her drill on her opponent’s torso.

“Firing!” Then a vicious gray liquid shot out from nowhere, hitting where the Altair general had gotten injured. Moments passed as Rose waited for any reaction, but to her disappointment, the wound healed as quickly as before. Yet, she sensed something was wrong.

“What?” Okab unleashed an unearthly howl, his monstrous visage twisted with agonized pain. He rocked his head in random directions, tormented beyond reason. 

Before she could capitalize on this opportunity, the Altair general rushed off at a rate Luyten V couldn’t match. Not that she didn’t try. Even with her boosters, he still outdistanced her. Okab’s agonized screams echoed in the distance, sending a wave of unease through Rose.

“What did you do?” She asked.

“It was an anti-Altair chemical. It’s meant to break down their structure. This, however, wasn’t what we expected.” Sandage also seemed troubled.

“Should I wait on standby?” Rose asked.

“No, return home for debriefing. We’ll have the experts analyze the results. Are you okay? You took quite the beating.”

“I’m fine, just a little shaken up.” 

“That’s good to hear. See you back at base.”

“Roger.” But she kept a vigilant watch as she flew back. She worried Okab would change his mind and return for round two.

“Hey, maybe it will destroy him, and it’s the last we’ll see of him!” Yet, Rose sensed their troubles had only begun. Whatever the case, she was eager to check up on Cecilia. Something had happened during Okab’s attack, and she was curious about what vision her friend had.

---

“You don’t need to fret, I’m fine,” Cecilia said, giving Rose a fake smile. Inside, her innards were a whirl of chaotic emotions. She used the cot she was sitting on for support. Her latest vision from the Altair had sent everything Cecilia knew topsy-turvy. It played in her mind, both mocking and enticing.

“Cecilia!” Rose said, pulling her from her distracted thoughts.

“Sorry, Rose, a million miles away. But what about you? You’re the important one here!” Cecilia looked at her concerned friend’s face, amazed she’d survived another encounter with the Altair general. “What happened in your fight against Okab?”

“He kicked me around, again.” Rose’s frustration with herself was evident in her voice. “Actually, I’m not sure what happened. They used Project Bird Bath on him, and he fled.”

“Really, why?”

“Ask Sandage. He knows what that stuff was meant to do.” And speaking of the devil, Sandage entered the rest area, phone in hand.

“Oh, good. You’re awake, Cecilia. How are you feeling?” Sandage asked.

“I don’t matter. What happened to Okab? Apparently, he fled after you used Project: Bird Bath on him?” Cecilia asked, standing to her feet.

“The chemical was supposed to attack the structure of the Altair cells and break it down, according to Gold, anyway,” Sandage replied. “Of course, since they are so large, we weren’t sure how to make it an effective weapon. Still, they theorized it’d at least mess up their ability to heal themselves. What happened today? Doctor Gold isn’t sure. At least it deterred him.”

“I don’t like it,” Rose said. “Putting Okab under that amount of pain seems cruel. And it didn’t seem like it was breaking him down to me.”

“Must I remind you we are at war?” But Sandage’s heart wasn’t in the rebuke, and he sighed. “As for where he’s disappeared to? Unknown. He started burrowing into the earth, and we lost track of him.”

“So Rose’s death is still a possibility.” Cecilia had hoped today’s attack would prove her vision false. Instead, she felt it made it even more likely.

“Hey, we don’t know that,” Sandage replied, though Cecilia heard the worry in his voice. “We’ll keep alert for any trouble.”

“Okay,” Cecilia hid her doubt, not wanting to further alarm Rose.

“Enough about my impending doom. What was your vision, Cecilia?” Rose asked, taking a shockingly light stance about her possible death.

Instead of responding, Cecilia kept quiet as she gathered her thoughts. The others waited for her to speak, but their curiosity was palpable. 

“I saw myself in a cockpit. It wasn’t anything like Luyten V’s cockpit, more like a ship or plane. It had technology beyond anything I’d ever seen before.” Whenever a vision involved her, it was always in the first person. Frustratingly, it restricted her with whatever her vision-self did. She couldn’t go around and explore. “When I looked outside, I saw stars, clearer than I’d ever seen them.”

“A spaceship!” Rose bubbled with excitement, bringing a slight smile to Cecilia’s lips. Her friend’s enthusiasm was always infectious. “Did you see alien language anywhere?”

“I did.” In fact, it was the alien language she’d shown Sandage earlier. Still, what it meant was beyond her.

“Okay, aliens.” Sandage took a breath, both baffled and amazed. “Were you scared? Were you possibly held captive by the Altair?”

“I doubt it,” Cecilia replied. “I seemed pretty calm in the vision.” But frustratingly, it ended right as someone entered the cabin she’d been sitting in. Whether they were human or alien, she didn’t know.

“Hey, maybe we have aliens as allies in the future!” Rose said, beyond enthused.

But Sandage only sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Like we need more craziness. Washington is going to have a meltdown!”

“What kind of outfit were you wearing? Was it a sparkly space jumpsuit like in the old movies?” Rose asked.

“No, I was wearing my normal clothes,” Cecilia said, shooting the idea down, much to Rose’s disappointment.

“Okay, sketch out what you remember. We’ll figure out what to do with it later.” The LUVOLT agent wandered away, muttering and cursing about aliens. He pulled out his phone to make some calls.

“Why the long face? This is great news! Soon, you’ll be meeting aliens!” Rose said.

“I suppose.” Cecilia wanted to mention to her friend about her possible impending death but decided against it. Harping on the point won’t help anyone. 

“Good news. We’ve moved your family, Rose,” Sandage said, coming back. “We’ll keep them safe, whatever happens tomorrow.”

“That’s something, I suppose,” Rose replied. “What’s the plan for tomorrow? I want to live long enough to see these aliens of yours, Cecilia. Are we continuing with Project: Bird Bath?”

“There’s talk about it. The higher-ups are impressed by Okab’s reaction,” the LUVOLT agent replied. “We’ll see what results the chemical had when Okab resurfaces. In the meantime, we’ll keep you here with Luyten V at the ready.”

“Good plan. If I stay here, Okab will have no reason to attack anyone else,” Rose replied, nodding. “Then, hopefully, my house won’t get wrecked. Should we continue training with the Devil Drill?”

“No, focus on resting. Both you and the Luyten V need it. Stage 1 took a hefty toll on you.” Cecilia saw the LUVOLT agent was right. Rose looked worn out, exhausted. Not that her friend would admit such weakness.

“I think you were rather spectacular with your new weapon. Your talent for combat always amazes me, Rose.” And Sandage wasn’t wrong. Rose showed a considerable ability to adapt during combat, capable of adjusting her strategies on the fly.

“Thanks,” Rose said, somewhat self-conscious. She grabbed Cecilia by the hand. “Come on. Stella is doing a karaoke stream soon. We can sing together!”

“I suppose,” Cecilia said, somewhat mystified.

It was Cecilia’s turn to be self-conscious. She’d never sung with someone before, usually only humming to herself in the shower. And she only knew classical music. Still, Cecilia smiled as she joined her friend and huddled around her phone.

It occurred to Cecilia that she might have a destiny that’s very different from Rose’s. It might be up to her to protect humanity if the worst happened tomorrow. But whatever the case, she’d make the best of their time together.

---

Pain. That was Okab’s world—pain. Trees shattered into shards as he writhed and screamed. The agony persisted, even after almost a full day.

Ugly purple welts had grown across his stomach, each a torrent of pain when touched. They’d already spread to his upper chest, creeping across his flesh like an infection. Through the haze, Okab feared what would happen if it spread to his brain. Would it put him out of his misery or drive him to even greater heights of torment?

But that wasn’t the worst of his pain. Complete silence echoed in his mind, devoid of the hive mind’s whispers. He’d been torn from his family, from what gave his life meaning, leaving Okab lost and alone. With his brethren, his torment might be tolerable. Separated from them? He was better off dead.

Humans! It was all humanity’s fault! They did this to him! They drove him to this! A sob escaped Okab’s lips as the full weight of his emotions became impossible to control. The full weight of his hate and sorrow mingled together, a cacophony of chaotic emotion.

Rose! Rose! Rose! She was the culprit! If he’d done his job, this wouldn’t have happened! He’d allowed her to grow powerful enough to threaten him, and he’d paid the price!

“Rose!” Okab howled into the night, his voice making the nearby trees sway with its intensity. He screamed again, even louder, venting his hatred. The world would burn for her crimes. Nothing would remain of humanity but rubble. The feasting of Altair no longer mattered. What mattered now was vengeance!

“Rose, you and your entire town will be the first to burn!” Okab struggled to his feet and stomped off, eager to destroy all that stood in his path.

[robinthenonbnaieywonder]

Everybody meet my guardian 's of the Galaxy oc.

Name: spike.

Pronouns: he him his.

Spike is a scientifically engineered porcupine who grew up on half world with rocket, lylla teefs and floor . They became like family to him. With lylla becoming like a mom, teefs becoming like a older brother and floor a little sister. Rocket became a Best friend.

The 2 of them not only shared a cage with floor but where always there for each other . With spike helping rocket with nightmares or treating any wounds that he might have after seeing the high evolutionary. And rocket helping guide spike because he was a

Porcupine he has natural bad eyesight things just looked a bit blurry to spike. Rocket helps make sure that spike doesn't bump into things.

Spike is almost always at a 11 just think Abby from turning red. Always hyping rocket up and cheering him on. Being the first one in rocket 's corner whenever he has a plan. He's normally the more ( ahem) "creative" one of the 2 . Often thinking up of violent ways to distract people. Such as suggesting that they cause a fire in the Castle to distract everyone while rocket takes the reality stone or goop. Although rocket says that they aren't violent just creative.

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

When lylla died. Spike was frozen in fear not knowing what to do.

After he escaped with rocket. He decided that he would never feel like that again. Training himself and his defense mechanisms like his quills in order to protect. Out of the 2 thair both equally physically protective of each other. Spike never wanted to feel that helpless ever again. So when rocket, Groot and spike got put in prison with quill and gamora he was immediately in protective mode. Often hissing at anyone who even looks at rocket or Groot the wrong way. He uses his quills to defend himself and thanks to rocket they have some enhancements .

You see on half world. Spike was going through the process of having his quills removed and replace by mechanical ones . Then after they escaped. Spike asked for a upgrade. So now a different quill can do something different. Such as one being able to turn into a bomb. These 2 are always there for each other. As someone who survived the high evolutionary with rocket so he completely understands why rocket acts the way he does. And why he pushes everyone away. Even spike at times. So he knows how reel rocket in . In a way that nobody can. He always wants to protect his friends but once again he couldn't. When Groot decided to sacrifice himself . Spike was immediately on the fence begging Groot not to. That they'll find another way . But it ultimately led to no use .

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOLUME 2

By now spike has grown even more protective of rocket. Hissing at ego when he called rocket a "triangle faced monkey" , about to grab one of his quills when quill called rocket a "trash panda" before he saw that rocket had it , hissing at the high priestess Aisha when she talked down to him to all of them before rocket took care of that too, being pretty much the one in rocket 's corner when he stole the analects batteries, and glaring angrily and untrustingly to yondu before he became a ally. He also grew as equally protective over his new family. With Peter Jason quill becoming like the annoying older brother that you only put up with because you have too, gamora becoming like a older sister to him , baby Groot he was instinctively protective over because of what happened to og Groot , dreax becoming like a brother to him , and rocket was already his best friend but now he was the older brother that you idolize . Youndou with the short time they spent together understood him and why he was so protective of his new family and specifically with rocket. And once again his new family was in danger and there was nothing he could do. Even worse spike had to do nothing it was painful but him and rocket both understood what yondu was going to do. At the funeral both rocket and spike comforted each other in little ways. While everyone was gathered around the body. Spike was leaning on rocket. And at the space fireworks thing ( not entirely too sure what that was) . Spike had placed his arm around rocket. Traping him in a side hug . And gently rubbing his arm .

Yep it's time to break some hart's.

If you somehow haven't seen it yet spoilers

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He got blipped .

Yep he got blipped.

If you somehow SOMEHOW. got attached to spike don't worry. Endgame so. But

Here's the thing I don't like acknowledging the fact that characters age so we're just going to blip him .

Speaking of endgame.

He comes back, finds rocket and immediately goes in for the save. Because he is sick and tired of not being able to do anything while his friends no while his family gets hurt!!! When he sees gamora again he couldn't believe him eyes buuuuuuuuuut then she didn't recognize who the hell he was and it all began to slowly and painfully full into place for him. He had failed again.

Ya I don't really need to talk about

Thor : love and thunder or the guardians of the Galaxy Holiday special because they don't really have to much to do with rocket. But now we have guardians of the Galaxy volume 3 . Where we have spike reaching the end of this little character arc I've been building for him. You see spike has to learn that as much as he wants to he can't always protect his friends and family. He has been doing anything and everything to protect them. But he has to learn that it's not his fault.

OG Groot was not his fault. He chose to sacrifice himself because he loves rocket and spike. He doesn't need to feel undeserving of that love .

Yondu chose to sacrifice himself for quill.

Gamora got sacrificed by her father. If the power of the avengers, the guardians, all of wakanda , the SCARLET WICH , vision and the God of thunder combined couldn't defeat Thanos. There's no way he could. So no gmora wasn't on him ether.

He just needs to learn that.

That's where nebula comes in. Letting him know just that. Of course the 2 of them got along but thair relationship wasn't quite at the point where he is willing to actually listen to that advice it's only When rocket almost died did spike 's world stop. Once again frozen in fear. But if you've learned anything about spike it's that he refuses to give up on the people that he cares about. So he goes out of his way to help rocket. even if that means some PTSD flashbacks from rewatching rocket getting tortured . Nebula dose what she can to comfort him but with rocket 's life on the line it wasn't easy . So when he wakes up spike broke down hugging him. Apologizing over and over again about not being able to save him or thair new family. But rocket reassures him that everything's okay . And at the end of the day it is spike who helped rocket save some animals. He already has a huge attachment to them. So at the end of the day. He did end up protecting his family.

By the end of the movie here's where everyone ends up.

The legendary star lord decides to stay on earth. Maybe eat a mushroom or 2 of knows.

Gamora stays with the ravengers . And maybe started watching my little pony. I mean they have wifi so why the hell not.

Nebula stays on know where to build a better society . And I don't know play a video game that's based off a bored game or 3 .

Dreax stays on know where with nubla becoming a dad again. And you know he's teaching at least one of those kids how to wrestle.

Mantis well they didn't know what to do with mantis so they just said. So they just go run off somewhere with the Giant alien monsters and I don't know go meet Wednesday Addams or something and we'll make a Disney plus spinoff with you later. ( I don't know feels like this is a good setup for a mantis spinoff).

Rocket is now leader of his own guardians of the Galaxy maybe writing some music if his own.

Spike stays with rocket and the 2 of them are now dating.

And groot is on the team too.

( side note I love that rocket and Groot doesn't get split up) .

And maybe learns how to drive a car or something who knows.

Ok bye 💓

No more guardians 😭😔😭😔

[inkdemonapologist]

A buncha scribbles from session 15 of the BatIM Cthulhu game! including:

Prophet swapped Sammy in for a brief moment of awareness before the final ritual to release the muses, in which he was relieved to see Susie okay and Susie was glad to see him... back to normal! Oh geez. Sammy doesn't actually know what Prophet's interactions with Susie were, but he's sure he probably regrets them

Susie hummed a little bit of a new version of one of the Bendy songs Sammy had been working on and oH YEAH THATS RIGHT SHE'S STILL KIND OF POSSESSED,

Back when the Coney Island ride they were underneath was flooding, I specified that Prophet was going to climb up the stairs "on all fours" to minimise chances of slipping and falling and I just wanted to try to draw this lmao. i forgot he was wearing a vest here

with Joey exhausted, Allison was the only one who could conduct the final ritual, and Sammy ended up calling out Prophet to keep an eye on her. i was just way too amused by the idea of sammy just TAKING A SWIG OF INK WITHOUT BREAKING EYE CONTACT TO DO THIS

also in addition to me drawing just so many scribbles of sammy lawrence i DO have some out-of-context quotes for you!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[GM] It kind of jolts, and turns – assumedly – towards you, [Sammy] *laughs* YOU CAN’T TELL which direction it’s looking in, just, IT HAS MOVED

[GM] And some tentacles are gonna come at you guys! Like they do. [Jack] #JustTentacleThings

[Joey] This IS Joey’s arm, which means if it does get destroyed by the circle, Joey’s going to be missing an arm…! [Jack] I can fix it, it’s fine, [GM] It’s fine! Yeah! [Sammy] How many limbs would you like to be made of ink, Joey Drew?! [Joey] I dunno if he’s gonna have a CHOICE! [Sammy] You’re going to have fewer working limbs than Moonlight.

[Sammy] These guys might all be those goop people, who are harder to fight than humans – [Henry] I don’t think Henry’s thinking about that. I think Henry just heard Bendy and Joey scream and is in Go Mode. [Sammy] Well-- [Henry] I mean, it’s a smart thought! I don’t think Henry’s having it right now.

[Sammy] Leon, if you want to surprise us all and do something really heroic, PLEASE go for it [Jack] I thought you were going to say “please DON’T” [GM] “Don’t be a hero!!” [Sammy] No no, I think it’s fine, if he wants to be a hero, I think he should do it. [Joey] I mean, if he wants to grab Colette and RUN, that would be great, [Sammy] Yeah, nobody can DRAIN INK out of HIM! [Jack] Unless we’re about to learn something,

[Sammy] No, wait, that was Colette’s parents. I can keep all my minor NPCs straight! [Jack] Straight? In this campaign?! [Sammy] *startled laugh* [GM] Tell me about it…! [Sammy] We can’t keep ANY of our NPCs straight! We’re fundamentally terrible at it.

[Jack] I’m imagining it like, you know when you try to use an item in the wrong place in pokemon? [Joey] THE MASKED MESSENGER SAYS: IT ISN’T THE TIME TO USE THAT!

[Joey] Hold on. I was going between two normal ideas, and then I had a really weird one, so I need to check something. [GM] Joey? Making bad decisions in the finale of a scenario? What a thought! [Joey] hIS SANITY IS NINETEEN, SO!!!!

[Joey] Okay. I have an idea. >:3 [Sammy] Oh NO. [Henry] Oh no. Have you got a Joey Plan™? [Joey] *cackling* [Sammy] *muttering under breath* We really should’ve just… waited for Henry…

[Joey] Joey is going to realise the ink is being siphoned from them for use in whatever this guy is trying to do, and he’s not pleased about that, [Sammy] Yeah, neither am I. So far we’re on the same page – [Joey] It’s HIS ink–! [Sammy] It, it’s not – okay. [Joey] So, remember when Joey was visited by the Masked Messenger, and they had the little battle over ink possession? Joey is going to take over the Ink in the circle -- [Sammy] OKAY! This SURE is a Joey Drew™ Plan, [Joey] -- and reclaim it for himself, and take over the magic! [Sammy] Well, the LAST time we had a circle dedicated to doing something with the Yellow King, and Joey switched it to be himself instead, that went SO well, why WOULDN’T you do the same thing again!! [Joey] Listen, he has 19 sanity, I don’t know what you’re expecting from him. *rolls* …….He has 18 sanity, I don’t know what you’re expecting from him!

[Henry] Henry is going to shove the blade of his axe against this guy’s throat and tell him if he does anything fishy, he’ll kill him. [Joey] (This includes turning into a fish.) [Joey] (No more tentacle monsters, no more fish monsters, none of that!)

[Henry] 32, which is a hard success. [Sammy] …What’s your intimidate skill?!? [GM] Oh, y’know, :) [Henry] 85. [Sammy] *nervous laughter???* [Jack] Normal amount. [Henry] Normal amount! [Sammy] YEAH, the same number as Sammy’s musical skill??? OKAY COOL!!!

[Sammy] Does Sammy look like his mascara is running? I just want to know.

[Joey] Can I… *quietly* ...grab Colette and toss her out of the circle? [Sammy] … YEET HER? [Joey] yEAH,,, [Henry] Can’t be more damage than falling over a fence. *everyone giggles except for Sammy* [Sammy] …Okay.

[Sammy] I can’t believe Joey is stealing Prophet’s nemesis. Rude. [GM] I mean, Joey DID stab Moonlight. They can share! [Joey] …I don’t know if they can share. They’ve been doing very bad at sharing.

[Jack] Also she’s not an ink creature, so, big win for you, Leon!

[Sammy] It grabbed me in the leg, right? [GM] Yeah! This is the cool leg scar. [GM] Not to be confused with the not-cool leg scar, [Jack] He’s just never going to live that down, huh. [Sammy] He COULD, if everyone would stop bringing it up! [GM] Sammy wakes up and hopes dearly that Prophet tripped over a fence so at least it’s both of them, but no…

[Joey] So – hold on, let me see if a thing existed back then. [GM] Oh boy…? [Joey] 18th century. Great! Okay, so I’m going to drain the rest of my magic points, to do a new toon action – you know those, circular saw blades? [GM] BUZZSAWS???

[Henry] Henry’s gonna do something suuuuuper risky,,, [Henry] He’s going to drop the axe and summon the scythe. [Sammy] ….OKAY, [Joey] Okay…! I’m very curious what’s going to happen if Henry uses the scythe on the mirror. [Henry] Oh, I wasn’t thinking that. [Sammy] UM, [GM] This is fine, this is great! [Sammy] Nervous chuckle, I’m in danger, [Henry] Henry is going to say “Sammy, duck!” and, swing the scythe [Sammy] OH, OKAY, I WILL DO THAT, [GM] Make a dodge roll! [Sammy] OhhhHHH THAT’S NOT GOOD… THAT’S NICE, BUT IT’S NOT GOOD,,,, My dodge is 55 and I rolled a 69, [Joey] Nice [GM] Nice! [Henry] And since it’s in close quarters, I’m guessing it’ll go through both of them. [GM] Yeah! Roll damage! [Sammy] CAN I,,,, PUSH THAT ROLL MAYBE,,, [GM] [GM] No. :) [Henry] *cackles*

[Jack] THAT’S trauma for future Sammy!!

[Jack] He’s gonna see if Sammy’s okay! See what’s going on. [Sammy] Sammy still looks pretty shaken up, and will tell him, “Stay back my sheep – I will join you soon.” [Henry] “I’m not going to hurt him!” [Sammy] jUST GIVES HENRY A LOOK,

[Sammy] So that’s seven damage! [GM] Okay! You see that the shadowy figure on the other side is ALSO trying to hit the mirror. [Sammy] Huh. Can I tell anything about the shadowy figure, now that I’m right up next to the mirror? [GM] Yeah! :) Uh, looks kinda familiar. It’s maybe somebody you’ve seen before. [Jack] yEAH I thought it might be,,, [Sammy] …wait, what? [GM] Maybe somebody… last scenario… [Jack] Who’s in Carcosa… and wants to break the mirror… [GM] Yeah, someone like that maybe! [Sammy] ………….. Is it… is it Moonlight…? [GM] Yeah! Yeah it is! ...Anyway, the mirror breaks. :)

*successful dexterity check to avoid getting knocked over* [GM] Okay, you keep your feet! [Sammy] Thanks, I like my feet.

[Joey] Joey is going to start scanning for his people, who LEFT HIM while he was being thrown around by tentacles, [Sammy] You were a great distraction, thank you. [Jack] You’ve gotta keep a better eye on your people, one of them just stabbed another! [Joey] EVERYONE ABANDONED ME! [Sammy] I TOLD YOU WHAT I WAS DOING! [Joey] Oh, yeah, no, Prophet gets a pass. Everyone else ran off, and – [Henry] YOU LEFT HENRY! [Joey] ….eh, ‘strue. [Joey] …Left Henry with others! [GM] Bendy’s still there! [Joey] Yeah. Bendy’s got me. [Sammy] Joey, any time he’s trying to leave by himself: “No, I’m never alone, I’m with Bendy!” Joey, as soon as we figure he’s fine, because he’s with Bendy: “HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME ALL ALONE?!” [Jack] Betrayed, Abandoned,

[Joey] And the water is coming in fast, [Henry] These people are going to have SUCH a mold problem when we’re done…

[Joey] Does Bendy have any magic points…? [Sammy] “I spent all of mine turning my arms into buzzsaws!” [Jack] As you do!

[Sammy] Poor Leon. I’m so sorry. You’re going to have to go straight into an asylum.

[GM] You’re pretty sure you’re not in Carcosa. [Jack] Okay, good. I needed to know if Jack would be panicking about things… [GM] He’s got plenty to panic about, but that one is currently good!

[GM] I wonder if Sammy… from Sammy’s point of view, Jack was driving when he lost consciousness, and then he’s still driving when he comes back! Like… he doesn’t even know they went to Coney Island, I don’t think? [Sammy] No, I guess not! Joey was just like “I know where they’re taking Colette” [Sammy] And now we’re going back to the Studio so it’s like, I guess we got Colette! And got wet, for some reason! [Jack] At least he didn’t end up seeing The Great Bertrum Piedmont. [Sammy] There are SO many things it’s good that he didn’t end up seeing.

[GM] Bendy is going to chime in that it was busy, but they went to an amusement park! [Joey] Joey’s going to correct him that they did NOT go to an amusement park. That was not what that is. [GM, as Bendy] “That’s what you said it was last time we went!” [Joey] “Was it like last time we went?!” [GM] He’ll think about that, go quiet for a minute, and then be like, “No, I guess not, huh!” [Joey] “EXACTLY.” [GM, as Bendy] “Yeah, he’s right, we didn’t!” [Sammy] Hm. Hmmmm. Sammy’s squinting at you both.

[Sammy] He might still cough up blood, just not embarrassingly so. Just, in a cool way!

[Henry] Henry will… “pull” is too strong of a word? But Henry will… physically encourage Joey to step back from the circle.

[Sammy] Ehhhhh, I don’t have a lot of hitpoints… [Joey] Who needs hitpoints? [Sammy] I do, I need them!!

[GM] *rolls* …hm. *mumbling to self* What do I do with that…? [Sammy] Troubling reaction! [GM] ….huh…. [Joey] Not getting less troubling!

[Henry] I don’t want to keep using the scythe spell, but it keeps presenting itself as the best option! [Joey] DO YOU HAVE, ANY OTHER OPTIONS,, FIRST???? [Henry] These things have a bajillion HP! [Sammy] I mean, you COULD do the scythe thing, but maybe don’t hit anybody else with it! [Jack] I think you should hit Sammy with it again. [Sammy] NO I DON’T THINK YOU SHOULD

[Henry] Well, my strength is higher… oh no, it’s not, I’ve been doing too much mAGIC, [Sammy] That’s what happens when you do the scythe spell constantly!!! [Henry] Uggghhhhhhh... [Sammy] “Been doing too much scythe spell, better do some more scythe spell!”

[Joey] Do we have any bonus dice left? [Sammy] *sarcastically* Well! If we end up at the hotel, I DID scout it out ahead of time!

[GM] And Joey is feeling all the way better, except for all the ways that he is not!

[Henry] I just want to say, I did not expect Weird Henry to go on for FOUR SESSIONS. [Sammy] He went out with a bang, too, sliced a scythe RIGHT THROUGH THE PROPHET, [Henry] Yeah, everything has been working out so great!

[l3m0ncyan]

New to Life | Chapter 10

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x hispanic! teen! Reader

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Note: when you see -()- , play A Man Without Love ;)

PS. When the reader gets into fighting mode, play any song that pumps you up or makes you feel badass.

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Layla deflected Harrow's blast that was aimed at Marc, knocking him back and onto the floor. She was dressed in a golden Egyptian collar with a red jewel in the center. She wore a sleeveless top with gold on the front and white cloth framing it. The gold wings were more noticeable, with the 'feather' at the top being a long golden blade. Marc locked his gaze on her and went in to hug her.

“Thank god you’re okay” he held her head, trying to check if she was not hurt.

Layla smiled, “How did you get back? Wait did Y/N come back too? Where is she?” She asked hopeful and looked around.

Marc stayed quiet and looked down. Taking this as a sign for Steven, he took control and hesitated.

“She stayed back, she didn’t want us to making a deal of her coming back if it meant spending more time with Khonshu as his avatar” Steven frowned.

Layla stood there in shock, the reality of Y/N being gone hitting her more than it did the first time. Marc came back into the body and stared at her apologetically.

“I couldn’t save her, it’s all my fault. I should have just-”

Layla held both sides of his face and stared into his eyes, “No, don’t blame yourself. Her death was not your fault. The only one responsible is the one who started this all”

They turned to see Harrow standing up and getting ready to fight them. Many of his men stood together with guns drawn, walking towards them.

Marc's rage grew as he stared at Harrow's smug expression. Layla soon followed suit, taking a defensive stance. The two exchanged glances with those in front of them. They are blaming them for the death of their close friend.

As they began to fight, they were releasing all the pent up rage from before. Trying to avenge Y/N.

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Walking away from where she had previously awoken, she looked around to see where she needed to go, but all she saw was sand. Noting, the drive from Mogart's was only a few hours long, not including the time they had to walk to the camp.

“Alright, so what’s the plan? Unless you have flying abilities included, we won’t be back in Cairo until a month or two if we walk” Y/N looks up to Hathor who is holding both of her hands together over her stomach.

“Oh, have more faith, Y/N. Unfortunately I do not give flying abilities like Khonshu does, but you have something we can use” she points to Y/N’s chest.

Y/N looks down but doesn’t seem to understand. Was it a metaphor? If it was, it wouldn’t really help in this case.

“Oh dear,” she laughs, “Don’t tell me you forgot all about those abilities you first got”

Y/N furrows her brows and then lets out an ‘oh’ sound, “What about it? All I do is shoot tentacles from the floor”

"That's what you made yourself believe," Hathor shakes her head. "Perhaps practice will be beneficial. Concentrate that power somewhere on your body, perhaps on your lower back."

Y/N pauses for a few seconds before proceeding. Her lower back tingles as she breathes in. As she concentrates, the world seems to quiet down. She hears a squirming sound behind her and notices four spider-like legs emerge. She looks up in awe as two of them are over her and the others are around her waist.

“Excellent, you can probably use that as defense, or offense. Now use that same focus, and bring them to your legs, instead this time imagine those limbs spreading across your legs and covering them”

Nodding, Y/N brings the tentacles back into her back and now puts her energy on to her legs. Tingling occurs below and she sees a black goop like substance covering from her feet to her knees.

“What now?” Looking up at Hathor, expecting another type of lesson.

“Jump. Pay attention to your legs when you do”

Y/N hesitates and jumps, waiting for her to say something else. She didn't expect to jump so high into the air. Her arms flailed around as she panicked at the height she was in. She was able to keep an eye on everything from the camp to a few miles away. When she calmed down, she saw the stars more clearly than ever. She felt as if she could reach out and touch the cool purple sky. She felt like she was on cloud nine; she had never seen anything like this before, especially in mid-air.

She felt her stomach turn as she started to come down. She landed on both feet, expecting to break a bone, but nothing was broken. A loud thud was heard, causing a sand wave to form on the ground.

She took a few moments to calm her racing heart and examine her black goo-covered feet. She was even more ecstatic, mainly because she had no idea her first set of abilities did such a thing.

“That was cool as fuck,” she giggled and looked up to Hathor, “Any idea where Cairo might be at?”

Hathor nodded and pointed to the direction where the camp was, meaning Cairo was ahead.

Nodding, she bent her legs and prepared to jump. Angling to jump forward, she stretched her legs out and immediately flew into the air. Staring straight ahead, she prepared for the battle that was coming. Perhaps it wasn’t a good thing but, she was feeling rather exhilarated.

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As she got closer to the city, she saw the scene where balls of purple light flew up to the sky. Along with the flying lights, there were screams heard below.

“Shit, this looks bad. You sure we aren’t late to the fight?” Y/N asked outloud.

In her mind, came a feminine voice, “Actually we are on time”

"Damn, I wish I had my earbuds, I would have played my fight song to pump me up," she grinned. " Wait, aren't you the musical goddess? Why don't you play some for me?"

Hathor chuckled, “Although it sounds like an excellent idea, I do not have that kind of power yet. Perhaps imagine there is music playing”

Shrugging, she jumped down to a nearby building and looked down. Many of Harrows followers were doing the same trick with holding hands and seeing if they were innocent or not.

However what caught Y/N’s eye was purple light coming from her left. Turning to see what was happening, she saw a mix of Marc and Steven plus Layla ganging up on Harrow. Thinking that they were able to handle it, Harrow threw a large purple blast at them, knocking them down.

Eyes focused on Harrows move, Y/N ran towards her friends, a new kind of energy building up in her.

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Harrow approached Marc and Layla, readying his cane for another blast. Marc stood up using his elbows, feeling pain in his back. He turned to Layla and saw how she was down and struggling to get up. Marc reached for one of his crescent daggers from his chest piece, but Harrow pushed his hand away, causing the dagger to fall.

“Oh Marc, you should have just joined me. Not only will vengeance for Y/N fail, but Layla will be killed for your actions” he smiled.

Harrow's cane began to glow and he aimed it toward Marc, ready to finish him off. Marc glared at him, not letting him see his defeated face.

“Goodbye Marc”

Before he could let the blast hit Marc, a knee struck him in the jaw, causing him to fall. Harrow rubbed his chin and looked up at the attacker.

Y/N was enraged and stood in front of Marc and Layla. She balled her fists and walked slowly to Harrow, ready to punch him in the face for nearly killing her friends.

Marc and Layla were taken aback by her appearance. Their friend had returned, looking stronger and more confident than ever. She was no longer the eighteen-year-old girl hiding behind them.

“I will admit, I am surprised you came back. You really aren’t as weak as you seemed” Harrow began to stand up.

“That’s crazy, but I don’t care” Y/N ran up to him, summoning the four tentacles on her back.

He pointed the cane at her with a bright light, but one of the tentacles grabbed it and threw it away. Harrow's pupils dilated. Y/N charged at him, landing a punch that sent him flying to the far end of the alley they were in.

She took a deep breath, feeling the anger leave her. When she turned around, she noticed Marc standing across from her without his mask. As she examined his stance, she had the impression he was about to yell at her. Who wouldn't want to? Especially since she chose to remain dead, and knowing him and Steven, they didn't have the opportunity to convince her otherwise. She took a deep breath in and prepared to explain.

"Look, I know you're mad at me, and I know I shouldn't have stayed back like that, but guess what? I'm back!  she smiled, but as Marc approached, she gulped. "Plus, I just saved you two from being blasted into pieces, so what I really deserve is a thank you from-"

The ramblings of Y/N were cut off. As Marc approached her, his suit changed into a white tux, and Steven entered and drew her into a tight hug. It was as warm as the one they shared in the Duat, but she felt better knowing it was legitimate. His hug felt constricting as he took in the fact that she was back.

"Bloody hell! Never, ever, ever scare me like that again!" Steven said as he drew away and looked into her eyes. "I thought we'd lost you for good! I couldn't bear the thought of my best friend dying and being abandoned in that land of sand"

Steven's eyes seemed to well up with tears, which he tried to hide by giving Y/N another hug. Y/N hugged him as well, unconcerned about the amount of affection he was showing. She was in desperate need of it.

Y/N smiled and patted his back, “Hey, it was a good way to add that missing drama in our life”

Steven rolled his eyes, but his body tightened. Marc's suit encircled him and he stared at her. His shoulders appeared tense, and his jaw appeared clenched. As his judging face analyzed hers, Y/N shrank. Was he upset with her still?

"Hey, you should be grateful that I was able to come back and save your ass.  You were about to die," she said, pointing back to the scene, but when she turned around, her thoughts were cut off again.

Marc squeezed her and held her in place, breathing deeply. His hug was more protective and fearful. He was afraid she would leave again, and there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps it was safe to say she was the glue that held him together.

"Don't ever do that again," he said as he drew away and grabbed her face, turning it in different directions to check for bruises or cuts. "Is there anything that hurts? Who punched you? If someone punched you, I swear-"

Grabbing his hands, Y/N pulled them off and held them, “I’m fine dude, sorry for scaring you guys. I missed you too”

His eyes soften and he holds her once more, as a promise that he’ll protect her. His body becomes tense once again and Steven takes control. He looks down at her and ruffles her hair.

“Next time, don't wander off again” Steven smiles.

Moving her head away from his hand, “Jeez, why are you guys acting like I’m your kid”

“To clarify, it seems like you are our annoying younger sister. Plus we love you too much to see you as an independent adult”

Y/N looks surprised by his statement. With everything they've been through, it's understandable that they love each other at this point. In a sibling and parent-child relationship of course.

“I love you guys too…yeah that sounds weird, I can’t” she cringes and backs away. Steven gives a small laugh at Y/Ns actions.

Layla walks up to them, “I hope I am not intruding, but I am feeling left out on the reunion”

Y/N looks at her and runs up to her for a hug. Layla holds her in an endearing way. Same with the boys, she has become attached to her even after just a couple of days of being with her.

“Man sorry about that scare, I honestly didn't think I would be back, but luckily for you guys, I came to your rescue," Y/N smirks but her eyes fall to the appearance of Layla, "Oh shit! Is that Tawarets outfit for you? It looks badass"

Layla grins and then takes in Y/Ns look, "You as well. What god took an interest in you?"

"Hathor! The goddess of music and love! Of course, that explains the small symbol on your headband" Steven points at the center of Y/Ns head.

She gives it a light touch and shrugs, "Didn't even notice it, but yeah, Hathor took me back to the Field of Reeds and then asked if I wanted to be her avatar”

“This is great! We have a better chance on defeating Harrow now-“ Steven clapped his hands together but then his eyes rolled back and Marc took control.

“This isn’t great at all, you’re saying your now an avatar to some god we only met once?” Marc holds up a finger to indicate only meeting once.

Y/N crossed her arms and stares at Marc, “First of all, how long have you known Khonshu before working for him?” Marc stays quiet and Y/N smiles.

“Exactly, second of all you didn’t let me finish to say that we agreed to only being a temporary thing”

“Right because you can always trust gods”

“I trust her”

“Oh are you going to defend your lover again?”

“Again! It was only one time that I blushed at her name! How about you? Don’t forget how I heard you in your sleep calling for-”

Marc covered Y/N’s mouth with his hand immediately, “We said it would be a secret”

Y/N nodded and rolled her eyes. Marc took his hand away. He kept his gaze fixed on Y/N, waiting for her to make a move. They had a brief stare-down before Y/N opened her mouth.

“Heard you in your sleep calling for Layla!” She blurted out.

Marcs face warmed up and tightened his jaw, “That’s it, I want you to get somewhere safe, don’t come out until it’s all over”

Her shoulders slumped, “Just because I exposed your secret?! You have been spilling mine since we first died! Oh, and don't act like you didn't just see me send Harrow flying? I’ll be fine”

Marc glared at her and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had forgotten how stubborn she was before any of this happened.

“It’s true Marc, with the avatars powers, she’ll be able to hold her ground” Layla jumps into the argument, ignoring what was said before.

“With the powers maybe, but she doesn’t even have much armor on to protect herself” Marc retorts.

“Me and Layla literally have the same style of armor, how come you aren’t sending her back, sorry to drag you into this Layla” Y/N looks over to her apologetically

“Her armor is fine, plus she can regenerate now” Layla gestures to Y/N.

“They are right Marc, why not let her join us. The more the merrier”

“Oh you two huh?” Marc glares at his reflection that’s behind Y/N.

“Thank you” Y/N extends an arm to the reflection and looks back at Marc.

Layla tries hard not to laugh as the two continue to argue. Marc being soft and protective to Y/N was a sight she didn't expect to see again. Marc and Y/N continued to argue about allowing her to stay, bringing up embarrassing moments that they had promised to keep private. With Y/N, however, she was unwilling to keep promises if Marc continued to piss her off.

“My mind is set! You leave, or I’ll drag you away myself” Marc declared.

Layla tried to reason with Marc, but it didn't seem to be working. That was until Y/N felt a strange sensation, the same one she had in Mogart's glass pyramid.

“Look out”

A rather deep voice was heard within her mind. It was definitely not Hathor. Her voice was more gentle while this one was more rugged.

Y/N's eyes widened and she grabbed the two adults by the arms. The three were pulled to the side and their backs against the wall. A black web-like form emerged from the back of Y/N and went over Marc and Layla, holding them in place. Soon after, a bright purple ball of light flew past them and collided with a car that had been standing nearby from where they stood.

They stood there frozen from the sudden attack, not realizing they could have died at that moment. Turning their heads to where the blast came from, they saw Harrow walking towards them, warming up another attack.

“Maybe it’s best if she stuck with us” Layla breathed out.

Marc and Y/N nodded. The black tentacles reverted back into Y/N’s body. Marc’s mask came back on and he pulled daggers. Layla spread her wings, at the same time taking out her blades. For Y/N, she decided to use ankh weapon that was provided.

The three stood together, waiting for Harrow to attack. That's what Y/N thought anyways before Marc and Layla went off and attacked him. Leaving her behind in her perplexity.

“Wait, we didn’t even discuss a plan” seeing that she was ignored, she rolled her eyes and followed behind.

Layla approached and began to slice through Harrow with her swords, but was stopped by his cane. The clanking of metal could be heard as Layla and Harrow sparred. Marc then charged in from the left, attempting to kick him but only colliding with the staff.

Y/N then leapt from above, attempting to strike him with the ankh but being deflected. She continued to jump behind him, attempting to land a hit but failing due to Harrow's cane. They had all three cornered him. While the other two were busy with one attack, one of them managed to land a hit.

Realizing that he was losing, Harrow held his staff and banged it onto the ground; creating a purple explosion and sending the three into the air.

Y/N used the sharp limbs on her back and pierced them through the hard floor. This created an anchor to keep her from hitting the ground. Yet the other two were knocked down. Laylas body was thrown to a metal stand while Marc landed on a car's windshield.

Harrow approached Layla, ready to pass judgment, but was stopped by Y/N and the extended gold ankh. She shielded herself and Layla by holding the spear diagonally.

“Guess you are first in line” Harrow commented and reached his hand over to Y/N’s head. Ready to judge her first.

She used her strength to push him away, but he was stronger. Her arms shook as she tried to push him back. Fortunately, Steven rammed his body away from Y/N and into a nearby shop before he could reach her. Steven deflected a few of Harrow's punches while landing a few of his own. He tried to kick him while fixing his blazer, but Harrow grabbed his leg and sent him flying through the wall and into another wall.

Harrow walked through the hole he had created and tried to head to Steven. A flying crescent dagger then flew past Harrow and onto the wall. However, the dagger had a rope connected to it. Confused, he looked back and was met with Marc landing a kick onto his stomach.

Harrow inhaled profoundly and attempted to strike Marc with the staff, but Layla grabbed it. She then threw Harrow against the wall, where Y/N appeared from the side, and began punching him in the face and ribs. Marc would come around the other side and hit Harrow when he grabbed her fist.

Layla attempted to cut the cane with her blades but only chipped it, causing a purple glow to emanate from it. Harrow was able to flee after she let go.

Y/N then grabbed the cane, causing him to come to a halt. The others then grabbed it and tried to push him to the ground, but Harrow maintained his stance. Marc tightened his grip on Harrow's neck, attempting to choke him. As he did so, the crocodile's eyes on his cane began to glow brighter, sending a blast to a nearby van containing women attempting to flee.

Noticing a young girl, Layla flew into the air and moved her away from being crushed by the van. She then put both hands on the vehicle to keep it from moving. Seeing that there was no longer a blast, Y/N ran to the side of the van. Grabbing onto the handle of the sliding door and with ease, took it off and threw it to the side. The women in it looked terrified and Y/N gestured hurriedly to get out.

“Vamos! Vamos!” She yelled, hoping that some Spanish was recognized in the Arabic language.

As she assisted the last woman, she noticed a man aiming a gun at her from the corner of her eye. Fortunately, Layla swooped in front of her and deflected the bullet with one of her golden wings.

“Thanks” Y/N smiled.

Layla nodded and then looked behind her, “Watch out!”

When Y/N turned around, another man began shooting at her. She deflected the incoming bullets by using the armor on her arms as shields. Luckily, her agility gave her quick reflexes. She kicked the man away and then punched him multiple times to knock him out. She became concerned as more men entered.

"Y/N, I know you haven't brutally beaten anyone, but I think using all that pent-up rage will help," Layla struggled to say as she resisted another of the followers.

Y/N began to think about all the things that irritated her. Handling an angry customer. Her entire essay progress being erased out of nowhere. Yes, these things frustrated her, but she began to focus more on her social life. That middle school boy always teased her and made her unhappy. Her cousin was always trying to impress those around her and made her feel inferior. The aunts and uncles would gossip behind her mother's back and demean her grandfather.

All of these thoughts helped in sparking a new motivation in her.

As the men approached her, she wrapped the black goo around her legs once more. She jumped up, grabbing and extending her ankh. As she began to fall, she grabbed it like a baseball bat and wound it back. She brought the spear down and hit one of the men who was staring at her in shock as she got closer, causing him to fall to the ground.

The others looked at their comrade before returning their gaze to Y/N, who was scowling. They started shooting at her, but her tentacles deflected them. Those same tentacles would then wrap around a few and slam them to the ground. Leaping into the air, she continued to hit many people from the torso to the head with her spear.

She tightened her grip on the ankh and continued to swing at the followers. It wasn't difficult to knock them out with the strength she was given. She took down the majority of the group one by one.

She decided to approach one of them, who was buff and tall. She shrugged and dropped the spear, tilting her head. She took a fighting stance, fists raised. The same way Marc showed her at the hotel.

“I’ll be fair. Come on,” she smiled, “Aver cabron, no te pongas todo el coño encima ahora”

The man ignored her comment and began jabbing her. She dodged them and threw a punch at his face, which she claimed made a cracking sound. He kept trying to hit her, but she would duck down or turn her head to the side.

She picked up the pace and began to punch in different targets. One in the jaw. One in the rib. One on his side. And another in the eye.

This continued until she finally landed an undercut which knocked him down.

She turned to face Layla, who was staring at her with wide eyes. Layla nodded as if surprised but also impressed by Y/N's ability to go up against a large group.

Before she could say anything, a knife was thrust into Y/N's chest. The man who did it grinned grimly, pleased that he had killed one of the attackers. Y/N looked down in shock and Layla couldn’t react before another man came from behind to try to fight her.

Y/N slowly looked up and grinned, “You’re funny”

She grabbed his collar and leaped into the air, summoning the goo onto her legs once more. The man yelled and nabbed her hand. Coming down, the man braced himself to be slammed onto the hard ground. Even as she landed on the floor, Y/N kept him from meeting death.

As she dropped him on the floor, he breathed shakily. Y/N motioned for him to leave, and he did so immediately. As he fled, Y/N approached Layla, who had just finished fighting the man who had attacked her. The stab wound on Y/Ns chest began to heal at once and all there was left was her smooth skin.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side” Layla elbowed Y/N.

“Don’t worry, I’m actually scared of you more than you are of me”

They both shared a laugh before Marcs yelling brought them back into reality. Harrow was controlling his arm and making the dagger try to pierce Marc’s face. They both ran to Marc's aid before the same dagger struck Layla's wing and held her on the bottom side of the turned van.

Harrow unleashed yet another burst of power in their direction. Y/N crossed her arms to protect her face from the power, and the tentacles held her down by penetrating through the earth. Layla shielded herself from the blast with the other wing. Marc, on the other hand, was thrown to the ground.

“Marc!” Y/N yelled.

Marc groaned in pain as he looked up to see Khonshu fighting Ammit in full force. Ammit then used Khonshu's own staff to restrain him. Harrow then came into view and approached Marc. He jabbed the cane against Marc's chest, causing purple light to surge from it and hurt Marc.

Y/N ran to him and used her spear to try to knock the cane out of Harrow's hand as Marc yelled in pain. The same power surge passed through the golden spear and onto Y/N when it collided with the cane. Her body felt as if it were being electrocuted, and her limbs went numb. She groaned in pain but kept trying to push the cane away from Marc's chest.

Marc looked up and saw how Y/N was there trying to help him. He then turned to Layla who was being hot at by more of Harrow's men. Seeing that the two people he loved being hurt enraged him. He looked back up to Harrow. Glaring at him before his eyes rolled back.

Y/N kept pushing through until she was shoved away. As she collapsed to the floor, she looked up to see Marc wearing his mask again, grabbing Harrows' staff and punching him repeatedly. She attempted to stand, but her limbs were too weak from the earlier attack. She kept staring at Marc as he fought Harrow.

It was brutal, and Y/N was stunned. Yes, Marc was aggressive at times while fighting, but he was going all out. And Harrow had no chance to fight back.

When he turned around, she noticed that his suit was different. It still had the same shape hood, but his mask was completely black, with only his white eyes visible. Actually, it appeared that black was an aspect of the suit. The majority of his body was covered in it, with white armor on his arms, chest, thighs, and shins. The suit almost looked like it belonged to a Stormtrooper.

He shifted his gaze to Y/N. Behind her was a man with a gun aimed at her head. Marc sprang into action, dropping Harrow in the process. He pushed the man down and took the gun from his grasp. Shooting the man in the head with the same gun, he returned his gaze to Y/N, checking to see if she was okay. He maintained his composure while staring at her was familiar.

He turned to Layla and threw his daggers at the guns, severing them in half. The men's eyes widened as they turned to face him. He would not only punch them repeatedly, but he would also stab them several times. He didn't care about the pleas for mercy. He continued to murder them all.

Y/N stood there terrified as she watched the scene unfold. It was the same numbing sensation she had when she saw not-Marc on the hill. When she followed the blood trail to a heap of bodies.

Her mind clicked and her eyes were fixed on him. It was not-Marc again.

Layla was also disturbed by the sight as he finished. She turned to face Y/N before attempting to pry the dagger that was holding her down. Concerned that not-Marc would cause her harm.

However he walked right past Y/N and was only focused on Harrow. Gaining more energy, Y/N sat up and began to stand.

“Who are you?”

He paused and turned to Y/N, “No one you should worry about”

He had an accent, if you pay attention to his voice. Not a British one, as Stevens indicates, but a Spanish one. Like the one she'd heard before she had to translate when her father tried to speak English in the store.

Not-Marc grabbed Harrow by the collar when he heard him trying to crawl away. He reached for the cane and aimed the top section over his head, ready to bury it into his skull.

Before he could, his body tensed and a gasp could be heard. He threw the cane to the side and stood up, perplexed by what had just occurred. Marc appeared to reclaim control of the body after putting on the white ceremonial suit again.

"That wasn't you, was it, Steven?" Marc looks around at all the damage he had just caused.

Rapidly, the suit turns to Steven's white tux, "Not a chance, mate"

Taking charge once more, Marc looks around and notices Layla and Y/N looking at him with concern. Layla pulls the lodged dagger from her wing and tosses it to the side. "What the hell was that?" she asks slowly as she approaches Marc.

"I blacked out..."

Y/N groans as she tries to stand up, leading Layla and Marc to rush to help her. Once on her feet, she feels herself regenerate instantly and her body is back to health. Hearing a rumbling come from the distance, they look up to see Ammit dragging Khonshu's defeated body away.

"Hathor, I think your friend needs assistance" Y/N quietly says to the side.

Hathor appears by her side and ponders, "...I can't interfere"

Y/N looks at her, irritated "You've been interfering ever since you gave us the hint about Ammit's tomb. Apart from that, you claim Khonshu was your best friend. Are you really going to let him down again?"

Hathor remained silent as she considered the previous comment. She felt guilty when she and the other gods imprisoned him. She used to call him a friend, but she betrayed him a long time ago. She is now on the same path as before.

"...There is a way to stop Harrow and all of this once and for all. Go to the Ennead and bind Ammit to Harrow's body"

"Why the Ennead?"

"The power in the room is enough to help you three get the job done, Layla here knows how to cast the binding" She looks over to her with a smile.

Layla nods and looks over to Marc who takes it as a signal to get Harrow. He throws him over his shoulder and glances to Y/N.

Y/N nods and scans Hathor's expression, "What about you?"

"I'll buy you guys some time, now go"

The three travel to a nearby portal, where they both enter what was once the Ennead. Hathor watches them walk away before approaching Ammit. As she does so, her size grows until she is as tall as a skyscraper.

Ammit stops and turns to Hathor who is tense.

"Did you finally decide to join the fight?" Ammit says backhandedly.

Hathors extends her arm, revealing a long golden staff in her hand. The top has the same symbol as Y/N's headband.  Hathor then takes a fighting stance and prepares to fight Ammit.

-

Back with the trio, Marc places Harrow's body on top of a piece of rubble. Y/N examines the ruins and notices that everything is covered in dust and sand. The statues are all broken, and the torches that used to illuminate the area are no longer lit.

"Quick, grab my hand so we can start the spell" Layla holds out her arms to both Y/N and Marc.

Y/N has Layla's left hand in her hand, while Marc has the other. They take a few steps back from Harrow's body and begin chanting. Power surges through their body, causing it to tingle. A bright light shines from Marc's outstretched arm and passes through the last standing statues of the gods. The light encircles Harrow before returning to Y/N's arm. Harrow's body begins to shake as the chant continues.

-

Meanwhile, Khonshu and Hathor have Ammit cornered. Ammit is enraged as the same light begins to close in on them. "We could have made paradise," she says as she traps the two in place with her tail.

"It is over Ammit" Khonshu declares.

"You will be destroyed" Hathors struggles to say.

Ammit growls and her grip tightens on them.

-

A gust of wind blows across their faces, and they all smile. The spell was working, and the end of their mission was quickly approaching. From above, a plum-colored smoke begins to enter Harrow's body. His eyes open and he looks at the three people who are completing the spell.

"You can never contain me. I'll never stop" A mixture of Harrow's and Ammits voices comes through.

His body then relaxes and he stays unconscious. Marc and Y/Ns bodies jolt up and their gods appear beside them. Breathing out, they look over at them.

"Finish it and leave neither of them alive" Khonshu commands Marc.

He stalls but steps onto the platform on which Harrow is laid. Pulling out a blade from his chest, he winds it back, ready to put an end to the man before him.

"I have to finish this. If not, I'll never be free"

Y/N's brows furrow, "Wait, Khonshu only said to prevent Ammit from destroying the world. Not to kill her and Harrow as well. Doesn't that mean Marc should be set free?"

She looks up to Hathor who nods in understanding. Khonshu whips his head to Y/N, "Silence Maggot!"

"I beg your pardon, you did not just call my avatar by the name of larvae," Hathor grabs her staff and presses it against Khonshus' jaw.

Khonshu remains silent and raises his head away from Hathor's staff's horns. With a sidelong glance, he notices Y/N emerge from behind Hathor. She gives him a wicked grin and a middle finger. He groans at the humiliation and raises his hand in surrender.

Marc holds back a smirk at the way Khonshu's ego is hurt by Y/N. Layla gently hits Y/N which makes her put her hand down.

"You have a choice. You are free" Layla and Marc make eye contact.

"She will kill again!" Khonshu was able to escape Hathor's deadly stare.

"Now you sound just like her" Marc drops Harrow and throws his dagger to the side, "If you really want them dead, do it yourself. Now release us"

Khonshu stares at him and looks at Y/N and Layla.

"it was part of your agreement, Khonshu" Hathor tilts her head at him.

Khonshu sighs deeply, "As you wish"

Khonshu vanishes into thin air, and Marc raises his head. The crest on his chest begins to glow, followed by the rest of his body. It brightens up the whole room and soon disappears. He is now dressed in his regular clothes and falls to the floor. Layla and Y/N rush after him. They gently place him on the floor, and they can hear his soft snores.

"Damn, my guy must be tired" Y/N laughs.

Layla smiles and breathes out, everything was now fixed.

"What now?" Y/N continues to stare at Marc.

Layla shrugs, "Who knows, but I think archeology will be funnier with this new get up"

"You're staying as Tawarets avatar?"

"Just for a bit, she seems nice than you know who. What about you?"

For a brief moment, Y/N considers, "Even though having someone as a companion is fun, I feel like I'm cheating in life. So I'm just going to pack our belongings, and hopefully," she says to Hathor, her eyes wide, "she'll let me use her portal skills to get home?"

Hathor smiles, "Of course. Plus I am curious to see where you are residing"

Y/N smiles and walks over to Layla to say their final goodbyes.

"Tell Marc my goodbyes and to call me when he needs me. This goes to you too" She holds Y/Ns cheek. She nods.

Layla walks out of the Ennead, giving one last hug before embarking on her journey. Y/N returns to the hotel and takes both her and Marc's belongings. She sighed in relief as she returned to the alley where she had left her belongings in a rush as she chased Marc down, seeing her belongings still in the trash can.

-

When all of the items have been taken back to the hotel room, tentacles wrap around Marc's body and lift him up. Y/N waits for Hathor to create a portal leading into the apartment. She appeared to have exited the elevator as she walked out. A few tenants passed by as she walked out, gawking at how Marc was being held by black tentacles and hurrying away.

She opens the door to the boys' apartment, placing them on their bed, and closes the door behind them. She makes her way to her room and opens the door to find it exactly as she left it. Hathor follows behind and she stares at the quaint space.

"It might be bare, but I trust that you will be filling it with more things?"

"Hopefully, I still have to find a job to get the money to do that" Y/N rubs the back of her neck.

Hathor gives a quick 'hmm' and turns her body to Y/N, "Well it has been quite the adventure having you as my avatar, Y/N. Even if it was just a few hours"

Y/N gives a small laugh, "Yeah, you should stop by some time"

"I thank you for your offer," she smiles and her expression changes, "Before I do leave you, there is something you should know"

"What is it?"

"...That power you have, it is nothing like I have seen. Pay close attention to it and use it for good"

It gives Y/N an uneasy feeling, but she nods. Hathor gives Y/N a hug before she vanishes into thin air. In the same way, Marc's body reacted, Y/N's jolts up and a bright light fills the small studio. When it is gone, she feels exhausted and walks to her bed.

Falling on it, she finally feels the comfort of her pillows and blankets. Not caring that she was wearing her sweaty and dirty clothes from Cairo. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep immediately.

-

Banging on the door causes Y/N to jump before the sun's rays hit her eyes. She groans, rubs her eyes harshly, and begins to stand. The knocking continues, and it irritates her.

"Hang on! Damn!"

Not bothering in seeing who it is, she swings the door open and sees Marc looking down at her.

"You look like shit" She teases

"Haha, funny. So are you. We both slept for two days"

Taken aback, she walks to her phone that is on the floor. Checking the date on the home screen, she sees that he was in fact correct. It was now Saturday and it was the evening.

"Huh, guess we saved the world, high five" She lifted her hand and waited for Marc.

He did and rolled his eyes, "Alright, well I'm kinda hungry. Wanna get something to eat?"

"Sure, let me get ready. Meet you in 10?"

He ruffles her hair and nods. She closes the door and goes through her clothes, looking for something comfortable to wear for an afternoon meal. She puts on a black t-shirt and a brown jacket, then jeans and boots.

She then went to Marc and Steven's house to see if they were ready to leave. Marc was dressed simply in a jacket and a button-up shirt with jeans. "Ready?" He asked and she nodded.

They made their way to the elevator and walked in when it dinged. Waiting to get to the lobby, they began making small talk.

"You got class on Monday?" Marc put his hands inside the pockets of his jacket.

"Yup, now I gotta actually gotta do what I came here to do"

Marc's body shifted and his posture slouched. Y/N smiled, "Hey Steven, haven't seen you in a while"

"Its been a while hasnt it? When was the last time we both shared an elevator ride?"

"Since we got fired remember? Speaking of which, we gotta put together our resume again"

"We certainly do"

"You think mentioning that we were once avatars for Egyptian gods and helped save the world from an old man works?"

Steven laughed, "I think it'll put us in a better position unless they decide to force us into a mental ward"

The elevator chimed, and the two stepped out onto the sidewalk. Many merchants were packing up their stores and heading home. The sun was also setting, and the street lights were gradually turned on.

"Ah yes, the mental ward. Loved that place. Indeed a spectacular experience" She says sarcastically with a British accent.

"Oh, you are hilarious. Actually, now that I think about it, where are we going to eat?"

"Ramen? I saw a place one time a while back, its got vegan options"

"Hmm, that sounds nice. Especially with today being chilly" He rubbed his hands together to warm himself.

Strolling down the street, they continued to talk about life and whatnot. It then moved onto the topic of the greatest fight Y/N was in back in Cairo.

"But did you see me fly in the air and bring down the ankh pole at those guys' heads?"

"I trust your word that it was badass, but I was too busy trying to not be killed by Harrow"

"Your telling me you missed all my moments?" she said offended.

Marc would then swap places with Steven, who would bring up Layla. When it was her, he would try to make it appear as if he didn't care about the topic.

"Yeah, before she left she said that she wouldn't mind marrying you again"

"She did?" Marc rather hopeful, "You think she changed her number by any chance?"

"Marc I was kidding. Dang, are you obsessed with her"

Then back to Steven.

"...So, when are you heading back to the states?"

"Actually, my sister called and said that they managed to convince my mother to let me stay. So you are now stuck with me" She faked an evil laugh.

This seemed to delight Steven, "I am glad, it would have literally sucked if you left"

"Of course, I make your life interesting" she smugly said

Nearing the restaurant, they walked in and began to order. Steven acted as if he was calling someone in order to make himself not seem cray when he asked Marc.

"Alright your order will be ready in 15 minutes," The cashier said and then walked to the kitchen to hand in the paper with the order.

The two sat at a table and continued to converse until their bowls of ramen arrived. They started eating and were satisfied; they hadn't eaten since arriving at the dig site. While they ate, Y/N got flashbacks to when she and Steven went out to eat on her first day of working in the museum.

She placed her phone on the table with the screen facing up. Trying to catch Marcs reflection, Y/N asked Steven if he was there.

"He is, he says to chew with your mouth closed" he chuckles

Y/N deadpans, "I am"

"He says you arent"

"Ok well tell him he can go suck Harrow's ass"

Steven's face wrinkles, "Marc is disgusted as well"

Y/N huffs and continues to chow down on her noodles.

"...Still no sign of seeing either of us?"

Y/N pauses and shakes her head. When one of them took control, Y/N tried to see their reflections as they walked over to the restaurant. However, it appeared that she had lost that ability, and she wondered how she had attained it in the first place. Still, it was probably for the best because she was currently picking a fight with reflection Marc, whom she couldn't even see.

After finishing their plates, Steven requested that Marc's plate be made to go. Thanking the waitress, they walked out and felt the chilly night air hit them.

-()-

As they returned to their apartment and continued their amusing conversation. It was nice to see how quickly things returned to normal. They didn't have to worry about jackals or heka priests anymore. Not to mention a bloodthirsty crocodile and her old sidekick.

"You think Donna is doing our work now back in the shop?"

"Oh if she is, I would pay to see the look on her face" they both laughed.

Steven and Y/N took in their surroundings and were thankful that they didn't have to deal with sand. It was quite a chore trying to walk through. After a while, Marc would then switch in where Y/N would bring up the deal she and he had.

"Hey, don't forget you still have to come over to LA and try the hotdogs"

"And you have to try the ones in Chicago"

As they walked back home, the two men considered how their lives would change now that they had someone who accepted them. Someone who, while rambunctious for others, was exactly what they needed in their lives. Y/N would spend the next four years of her life with them. It seemed insignificant, but in the grand scheme of things, they had many days and months to spend together.

And that's what made life feel much more adventurous to them.

-

Coming out of the elevator, they walked to their doors. Marc and Steven took turns saying good night to the teen.

"Don't stay up too late, it's bad for your health" Steven nagged at her.

"Right"

"Brush your teeth"

"Got it"

"If anything feels off, tell us" Marc came out to say.

"Ok! Thank you, padres" Y/N bowed and walked into her small apartment.

She went over her piles of clothes and grabbed a big t-shirt and some shorts. Taking off her boots, she slipped into sandals. Grabbing her only clean towel, she walked over to the bathroom and hopped into the shower.

Once she was done drying her hair and changing into her clothes, she wiped away the condensation from the mirror to look at herself. Eyebags were visible and she wondered if anyone felt pity for her. Shrugging she grabbed her toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste on it.

It seemed like Steven's words echoed in her head as she brushed her teeth. She almost laughed at how she listened to him. Using her hands as a cup, she put them under the faucet to fill with water. Tilting it to her mouth, she swished the liquid around and bowed her head to spit it out.

When she rose back up, her face was now distorted and her eyes were white and stretched out. There were black vines that held onto the white part and stuck to her face.

"Y/N"

She let out a shriek and fell back, hitting her head against the wall. Rubbing the área that was hurting, she hesitated on looking at the mirror. Rising back up, her face was back to normal. Laughing, she rushed out of the bathroom and shut the door.

She looked around and breathed out, “Im just sleepy, hahahah. It’s mimis time”

“Wrong”

She jumped and whipped her head around trying to find where the voice was coming from.

“I thought you were smarter than this. I’m not out there, I’m inside”

That was enough for her to freak out. She grabbed her phone and ran out the door, not caring that she was in her pajamas. She went to Stevens door and began banging on it. He was probably asleep already but with the amount of noise she was making, not for long. The door opened to Steven who had his glasses on was wearing sweatpants and a white shirt.

“It’s about to be midnight. What is it that it’s got you going berserk?”

“Can I come in, please?”

The way she was cowering made Steven realize something was very so wrong. He nodded and guided her inside. Closing the door behind, he went to the kitchen to get a cup of tea ready for her. He offered her to sit at the dining table but she shook her head.

“Explain to me what is going” Steven took off his reading glasses and placed them on the table.

“Steven, you might think I’m crazy but I swear I heard-”

“Tell him and I’ll bite both your heads off”

Y/N gulped and stopped speaking. Steven looked at her with concerned.

“Y/N, you know I’m here for you. I won’t judge you at all”

“I-its nothing, I just had a nightmare that I lost…both you and Marc” she swallowed, trying to make the lie sound believable.

Steven pursed his lips and brought her into a hug, “Oh love, there is nothing to worry about. Me and Marc will always be by your side”

“Yeah, I know. It was just scary”

Steven pulled away and smiled sweetly at her. His body tensed up and Marc looked at her suspiciously.

“I don’t believe you, what really happened?” He crossed his arms, “You said you heard something”

“I was just going to say that I heard you guys…being killed”

Marc gave a ‘hmm’, not believing her. Before she could try to explain more, in the back ground the news came on in Stevens television.

“Breaking News. A man was found killed in a dumpster behind a liquor store”

Forgetting about what they were talking about, Marc and Y/N made their way around Gus’s tank and to the small tv. On the screen it showed the murder scene that had yellow police tape around.

“The victim was a man who came from St.Anne’s Hospital by the name of Arthur Harrow”

The screen then flashed a picture of Harrow in the ward where he wore white pieces of clothing.

“Authorities say that his body was found with three bullet wounds on the chest. Investigations are still going underway, and the hospital has gone into high security alert. No suspects have been found at the moment”

The two stare in disbelief, knowing that they just saw him two days ago. It seemed like what Khonshu wanted Marc to do has been completed.

“He’s dead” Marc stated, not showing any sign of happiness. Just shock.

The way this case plus Y/N’s problem appeared at the same time was a huge coincidence. What was going on? All their problems were supposed to be over.

“Looks like your life won’t be boring at end”

Y/N glanced at Marc and excused herself to his restroom. Shutting the door, she went to the mirror and glared at it. Her reflection then changed into a black creature with the same white eyes from before. They almost reminded her of Spider-Man’s eyes from his suit.

“Did you do that?”

“He would not have a head if it was me”

Y/N clenched her jaw and breathed in, “Who are you ?”

“I am Manía, and you are mine”

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LETS GOOO, not only did I finish the chapter faster than other ones but I won’t have to depend on each episode to write out each chapter.

Meaning y’all can give me requests on what you would like to see in future chapters. A love interest for Y/N? More Layla and Marc moments? Scenarios? Idk

I hope y’all enjoyed it, and now I will continue on with a holiday special 💪

Btw imagine the creatures voice as Venom if you can think of a deep rugged one. Cuz the thing is a symbiote 🤪

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[molagboop]

I think I found something related to Chozo anatomy, particularly with regards to a tall-order of an individual who is frequently discussed on the blog. Big Metroid Dread end-game spoilers below the cut (almost post-final boss).

Giving you some extra space so you can decide whether or not you want to read about the moments during and after the Raven Beak fight if you haven't played Metroid Dread. This should be enough text to allow misclickers to hit PageDown 5 or 6 times and bypass this post. On to the meat of the post.

We are all familiar with Raven Beak X. We know that the X parasite that ate the big cheese of the Mawkin possesses Kraid's DNA, whether it ate the little spike he shot out during his last gambit, or it is descended from the X that did so via asexual division. Thus, RB-X has Kraid's body as a secondary feature, with Raven Beak's features taking center stage and building off of the Big Template provided by his green prisoner.

So at the end of the game, you fire off your laser, right? Well, having looked at the big laser quite a bit throughout my many playthroughs of this game, my eyes wandered elsewhere at the tail end of my latest Dread Mode run. Namely, his torso.

There are faint markings running from the base of Kraid's split head down the X parasite's chest. It's a bit easier to see when you're staring at a full-screen video game, but clicking on the image should give you a better visual.

Seeking answers ("am I seeing things or is that actually a thing on his model?" / "is it a graphical glitch or is it real?"), I opened up RB-X's model in Blender. Then I looked at the real Kraid for a comparison.

Here are screenshots of RB-X's neck (right) and chest (left).

Sure enough, the markings are real. They're part of his textures. Here are some shots of the real Kraid's neck...

... and his chest.

I've seen the markings in question before, but have always written them off as dried residue from the black goop seeping out from between Kraid's teeth. That doesn't appear to be the case; they look too deliberate to be wind-dried X goo.

Here's a broader shot of RB-X's chest:

As you can see, the markings stop partway down the torso. This is where your visibility cuts off for the belly; you don't see much beyond those last two ridges in-game because he's dragging it across the debris.

My current working theory is that the markings may or may not be Raven Beak's natural body lines. Like the lines these individuals have.

If these are Raven Beak's gaming PC lights body lines, that brings up a whole host of questions. Are they natural, or are they cosmetic alterations? I was operating under the assumption they're natural. If they're natural, are these patterns genetic? What factors into their coloration? Are they spots where feathers don't grow, or are they off-colored flesh? Do Chozo get artists to augment their natural patterns with new additions based on rank or aesthetic sensibility? Is this theoretically done by a tattoo artist or one who molds the flesh? I'm going to stop before I throw myself into a tizzy, but you see where my head's at.

I plan on talking a bit more in-depth about RB-X's mish-mash of features later, but I wanted to get this out of the way because I thought somebody on Tumblr would find it interesting. If nothing else, this gives people who are Drawing Birds something to consider.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Funny headcanons from your Steven Botsford AU if you don't mind.

Some of these are also sweet and funny, but I put them here because I kind of like them.

Whenever Bampy visited, before and after the accident, Steven/Two Brains made a different type of food because he knew Tim and his dad would always make succotash surprise for the other when they got together. It was to balance out the large amount of succotash being served to the family.

Two Brains still likes succotash surprise or the other foods his brother makes, he just puts extra shredded cheese on top of those meals before consuming them.

When Bampy brings gifts to the family, he usually gave Steven some nice sweaters and/or bow ties, or another brand of eyewear in case Steven ever lost his goggles. Bampy also gave Steven some science themed objects and special stationary that would help Steven to organize his ideas and experiments. Two Brains still wears the sweaters and bow ties Bampy brings. Afterwards, Bampy would still get sweaters and bow ties for Two Brains, but also buy wheels of special cheese sometimes such as gouda or swiss. Mouse man loves his bowties.

Tim and Sally always have extra cheese on hand whenever Dr. Two Brains and Becky comes to visit them.

Before the accident, for holidays and birthdays, Steven would usually by sentimental and/or practical gifts for his family. Except for Becky mostly (since she is still in the Pretty Princess phase of her life), Two Brains usually buys mouse themed items for Tim, Sally, Bampy, and TJ. They love them anyway. TJ was stoked when Two Brains gave him a Dr. Two Brains action figure before they were even in stock for TJ's birthday one time. Two Brains has connections.

Tim, Sally, and TJ used to be invited to Two Brains' home/lair for dinner or family stuff. After one bad incident, it was amicably decided that family dinners are better held at the Botsford house. Long story short: Tim was messing around with one of Two Brains' gadgets and accidentally turned another of Two Brains' gadgets into blu cheese crumbles. Tim got too excited and wanted to see how his brother's gadgets operated.

Dr. Two Brains can get just as competitive as Tim. (Becky and her dad share the same level of competitiveness). Although Two Brains wont' get into his competitive mode unless it involves either cheese, science, or villainy; if someone directly challenges Two Brains and/or his family, then they better expect Dr. Two Brains to go all out.

"Look Tim, I don't understand why you are so obsessed with taking down the Mings. They're pretty nice people and this car wash is just to raise money for Becky and TJ's school."

Scoops reads his dad's letter in front of Tim and Two Brains

"Let's take those Mings down! Do you want me to bring my goop ray?"

Dr. Two Brains/Steven is usually the voice of reason for his brother Tim, especially if Tim is about to get involved unknowingly in another villain's scheme. He doesn't like being the voice of reason, he is a villain, but he can't help it.

Tim tries his best to be Steven's/Two Brains' wingman. The guy is sadly very honest about things. He actually goes, "Hey my brother thinks you cute. Do you want to go on a date with him?" Then proceeds to brag about his brother's accomplishments much to Steven's/Two Brains' growing red face embarrassment.

Dr. Two Brains and Tim enjoy and share with each other their puns and Dad jokes much to others chagrin. (Becky don't groan, you get your jokes and puns from your Mouse dad.)

I hope this answers your question anon. Feel free to message if you want to hear any more headcanons about this au or other headcanons (funny or not) about my other aus.

[ghostie-galaxi]

Ghost9 as Boyfriends

Junhyung

The serious boyfriend

Like I know the members have said he's no fun and not funny so I feel he also has a sense of maturity because of that

And then you come along being goofy and push him out of his seriousness

Like I can see you joking around with him a lot and having play arguments with him

Like he tries telling a joke and you don't react and he gets upset and tells you to react and y'all just have fun together

Like you'd be joking that he's too serious all the time and you'd push him to the point where he just picks you up and walks you to a bed or something and tickles you

He loves you though and could never stay mad at you, just sigh before kissing you or you kiss him in forgiveness for being mean lol

Although sometimes you get insecure that he gets annoyed and hates when you do that so eventually you ask him how he feels and he gets all soft and cuddly with you and tells you he's not mad at all

That's when he really drops his seriousness and turns into his playful puppy side where he'll holdsyou in his muscular arms while kissing and teasing you

He does have his romantic side with you and looks out and takes care of you

Will always be there to hold you if you're sad, and if he can't he's calling and talking to you enough to distract you from whatever is upsetting you, and will be there as soon as he can to be there for you because he never wants to see you cry, that's what really breaks him the most

And will turn into strong protective boyfriend mode can I just be in his arms already

Although don't be fooled, he get a total ego whenever he catches you staring at him

Like we know he's strong boi so if he catches you staring at him while he's working out he get so cocky and teases you about it

*insert flirty pick-up line along the lines of "like what you see?"*

Will literally try to make you as flustered as possible anytime he has the chance and it's fair game, since you tease him a lot too

But like can we imagine him catching you staring while he's shirtless or working out and says something like that and just comes over and holds you against him as your face is bright red like- or against a wall

But anyways, he's just a really caring and sweet boyfriend even though you two don't let each other breathe and will be there when you need him ❤️

Dongjun

Y'all are gonna do some weird shit

Like if him putting a strawberry on a shoe during Shin's b-day V-live something my sleep paralysis demon loves to remind me of at 3 am isn't bad enough, just imagine what y'all would do together

So if you're already weird, y'all are gonna have a ball and since he's the oldest the other member can't stop him

Even Junhyung has said he can't stop him because he's older

So y'all will just get judged harshly lol

But when you guys aren't doing that, he becomes a softy for you

Like once the awkwardness between you dies down, he's always taking care of you

If you're tired, he's putting your head on his shoulder and holding you

He would definitely be there for you to wipe your tears away and take care of you if you're sick

You also love embarrassing him though

Like when you try taking care of him he gets all flustered and shy

Which makes him smile awkwardly

But he's smile is precious so even if it's awkward you still get to see his adorable smile and you do literally anything just to see or make him smile

He always gets shy when you kiss his cheek so that's your favorite thing to do to make him smile

Speaking of which, I have this idea that he would hold your face anytime he kisses you, like no matter where it is

Like he cups your face with one hand everytime he goes to kiss your lips

He just wants to feel you close to him and will have his other arm around you when he kisses you

Y'all also have deep life conversations

Like he's definitely going to have late night conversations with you if neither of you can sleep and you're just talking in the dark of the bedroom, or over phone calls

So basically, y'all are weird, but you love each other and show affection whenever you can because he loves and cares about you

Shin

The playful boyfriend

Literally always wants to go do something with you

Even if it's just sitting in a park together while talking

But you both will have the best dates

Because he literally finds everything and anything he can just so he can be with you

All the way from amusement parks to star gazing together, y'all are doing it

But also isn't against just staying inside if you really don't want to or if you're both tired

Either way, he will be c o n s t a n t l y showing you affection

Hand holding, back hugging, cheek kisses, fixing your hair/moving out of your face, etc.

Like even if you're in public he doesn't care (unless you don't want him to ofc) he'll kiss you straight up

Cuz he loves you and he's not bothered by other people seeing him kiss his significant other

He's gonna show you he loves you whenever he wants to because he loves you 😤

Speaking of which he gets so pouty when you reject him

Like you playfully turn away and he turns whiny and ends up just showering you in kisses until you give in

Which then he's not stopping, he'll slow down, but doesn't stop

And probably takes you somewhere to cuddle after that so he can keep doing it for the next 20 minutes

Don't be mean lol

Unless you want to cuddled go death for a while

Which isn't a bad thing so like-

He loves cuddling you, and his favorite are comfort cuddles

Like yeah he loves just relaxing and cuddling you but when you sad or stressed or tired he loves cuddling as way to comfort you

Because to him, he likes knowing that you look to him for comfort and you feel comfortable enough to come to him for help and him just being there is what really helps you

Kinda just like a safety blanket that you run to when you need comfort

Cuz he gives good hugs and you love his hugs, and cuddles

Just being in his arms really is comforting and nice

So yeah, he love affection and tbh, is probably a bit clingy

But like, he's adorable and you love him so who care because you can't resist him and his charms ✨

So be prepared to just constantly give into him

Kangsung

The sweetest person you have ever met in your life like-

Likes he's always thinking about you and stuff for you to do together

And I mentioned in a different reaction that he literally will buy you tons of plushies just because they remind him of you

But the majority I see you guys being a very caring and casual relationship

Like you both just kinda grow comfortable together

Like you'll just reach over and hold his hand one day and then he'll come up and back hug you a different day and from then on you both just keep doing it

Like you both love each other and think this is just what normal couples do it's only a matter of who does it first

So not a whole lot of awkwardness unless it's stuff that he's not super familiar with doing cough periods cough

But he's not afraid to ask when he doesn't know something and will remember it the first time he's told for next time so he's always prepared

Ok that might be a lie, he might forgot and have to ask again but he'll get it eventually

And days like that when you're both just hanging out together because you don't want to do anything, y'all are gonna do a bunch of cute couples stuff

I can see y'all doing each other's makeup and playing with each other's hair, and you could teach him how to braid hair or something

Just chill dates like that

Which would include cafes, star gazing, book stores/libraries, walks through parks or nature trails, etc.

Just something simple that you can both relax and talk and have fun with each other

And are always filled with shy kisses

Like even though as your relationship progresses he still gets shy whenever he kisses you

So usually he'll do it when you're not looking and just quickly peck your cheek

And then he'll turn away really fast until you look at him, smile a little bit, and kiss his cheek back

To which he'll get all smiley and shy

Which makes you smile as well

Eventually though when you've been together for awhile his shy kisses will melt into comforting kisses

And they'll still be enjoyable to receive

Because comforting and relaxing is sign of comfortable love, not everything is going to remain with shyness and butterflies but rather turns in comfort and the feeling of home

Which is what you both love about to each other and plan to keep it that way forever

Junseong

The awkward boyfriend

Literally has no clue what to do and is super awkward about everything

Like even talking to you normally is hard for him still, let alone even skinship

But I promise you it does get better

Because eventually when he gets in the moment of just he loves being with you he'll just act out like suddenly hugging you or grabbing your hands excitedly

And after a few times of this happening he'll grow more comfortable with you, because you've assured him that it doesn't bother you

And he'll be able to have a more settled down caring relationship

Like he'll stop being the awkward ball of goop and just be able to relax around you

But if you're sad or going through something, he'll be able to fit the mood and won't be awkward about hugging you

Once he knows it's serious or you're struggling he'll do a complete 180° from his normal self and comfort you the best he can

Which is always followed up by finding ways to cheer you up

Like a movie night with food and lots of cuddles

And he'll kiss you a lot more too

He gives sweet and playful kisses

Like normally they'll just be quick pecks on the cheek and he'll face will turn bright red

But eventually when he kisses your lips he'll try to do it longer to savior the moment but he gets shy still and starts smiling into the kiss and then he'll pull back because he's laughing

And probably will be everytime unless you kiss him instead or if it's one of your calmer moments and you're both more relaxed

And then you'll have sweet, longer kisses

Also! I feel you would both be similar to Dongjun and you'll just be weird together

Like-

He's weird, so you both would just go around being weird together

And probably annoying everyone else with it

But there's something just endearing about him that you love

Even if it is a bit cheesy (hate using that word 😖) sometimes

But that's just his way of showing you he loves you, his weird goofy self

Or if you want something less goofy, have him sing with you

Like honestly, even if you can't sing, I could see him never laughing at you for it and would honestly probably help you so you can both sing together

That would probably be one of his favorite things to do with you

Because I feel like you would be the more normal one and he was kinda just be the airhead, but doing this gives him more of a serious tone because he would actually be knowledgeable about this

And you wouldn't mind at all having to sing with him

You both really just grow and learn with and from each other and it's something you would never forget

Prince

The quiet boyfriend

Honestly, I have this really nice imagine where you both just have these really nice quiet dates where he comes over to your house/apartment to get away from the others for a bit

And you both just sit quietly together while you read or paint if you're artistic and he probably draws too or something while playing this cute calm artists vibes playlist

And y'all just chill quietly together

Yeah, you do have days when you do talk to each other a lot and share ideas with each other

You both are just super comfortable in each other's presence that you don't really need to do a lot

And yeah there will be days when you go out together and do fun stuff

He does talk about how much he likes the Han river so you both would probably go there to relax and chat with each other

And really just get to connect more with each other

Further down the line, you'll both be more comfortable with and will mess with each other

Like he jokes around with you by being super bold about something, cuz man kinda savage ngl, and messes with you

Which then he laughs at you for getting all play-angry at him

And then back hugs you cuz you're mad and won't talk to him so he has to keep you near him to talk his way out of it

Which, he's adorable I swear his smile will be the death of me and you give into him pretty quickly

And his then kisses your cheek in forgiveness

Speaking of kissing, I said somewhere else his kisses would be the best look at his lips, I mean come on

He'd just have really comforting, soft kisses, but is low-key too awkward and shy to ever do it

Like you both would have to be completely alone together for him to even do it

Even if it's just a cheek kiss

But fr like, the first time you both kissed you feel in love with it and you're low-key sad that he's so awkward to do it more often

But as always, the more time you're together the more the awkwardness would fade and you would be more comfortable initiating kisses

Unless you do it first and make him kiss you lol

Honestly that's probably how you'd get back at him for messing with you is just to make him super flustered

Which again, he's adorable so like, why wouldn't just do it all the time?

And honestly, I don't really seem him as much of a touchy person so when he does actually get touchy with you it's always special

Like his cuddles would be the softest and hugs would always be comforting, even if he's a bit awkward with it

But you don't care because you love just being close to him and you savior every moment like this that you have with him

Woojin

Quiet boyfriend pt. 2

Maybe serious boyfriend as well but not as much as Junhyung

Like he's still adorable and will open up faster than Junhyung

Because I feel like he's the underrated cutie

Like he's adorable-

Literally just a teddy bear

Messes with you a little bit by acting all serious when he talks to you but if you're smiling and being cute he'll give in to your cuteness

A low-key cuddle monster

Like he loves hugging you (especially back hugs) and he does it often

Like if you're in the room together his arms are around you

Doesn't even matter if they others are around you, he doesn't care

Sweater paws

He'll also just randomly kiss your cheek too when he feels like it

And you'll probably have to watch and talk/listen to him talk about soccer games

Because he does that a lot

Mostly just to surprise you, cuz he thinks it's funny

Especially if you get flustered easily and he does it in front of the other members and you're faces gets all red

Which then causes him to get red faced and flustered and will bury his face in your shoulder

Doesn't regret it though lol

But does honestly prefer having these moments in private

And would definitely be a lot more cuddly when it's just you both together

Like idk, he doesn't seem like a touchy person to me but I also do think he just enjoys sitting together with you in his arms

And also probably takes care of you because he like, seems caring but not like motherly caring

Just wants to look out for you and make sure you're doing ok

Also probably wraps blankets around you all the time, cuz he's soft boi

And so are his kisses

He's so gentle my God

Like he doesn't even try to make you want to keep kissing him that's just how he kisses man

So honestly you'd just end up constantly kissing him

He doesn't mind though ☺️

Taeseung

Playful boyfriend pt. 2

And puppy boyfriend pt. 2 if Junhyung counts as being the first

Like he's always excited to go see you or see you in general

Like he's plans everything everytime to he goes to see you and brings a lot of stuff

Usually food cuz like, food✨-

And unlike Shin, I think you'd have more indoor dates than outdoor dates

Like with Shin and going out places he would rather have movie nights with you or do café dates

Still fun but not all out extravagant

And of course you will both be super cute together

He's tall and cuddly

So you know where this is going

And even if you're not the most petite person, he still has this way of making you feel tiny and cute

Like just imagine real quick-

He's just fucking cute, man

And will do cute things with you

He hugs you every time you kiss-

Like just wants to be as close as possible and shelter you with his tall frame and loves looking down on you lol

✨f o r e h e a d k i s s e s✨

And if you like reptiles too he loves having you over so you can play with them together

And will be personally offended if you don't have cuddle sessions together afterwards

How dare you not cuddle him >:(

You'd make up for it pretty quickly though if he gets angry pouty because of it because he's adorable

Literally just a big dork

You also know how on Twitter he normally does little Pokemon drawings and the posts them?

Yeah, he'd make you do them with him

Even if you suck at art, you're doing it

But if you're good at art, he always praises how good yours is and you compliment his as well because that's how y'alls relationship works

You support him and he supports you

As it should be

I don't even want to imagine him upset over something like that too

Or being upset at all really

Speaking of which if you're sad for whatever reason be prepared to be crushed by his hugs, I mean love. Well both really but ya know-

Would be upset with you so please take care of him as well

He cares about you so much-

Please love him ❤️

Jinwoo

Awkward boyfriend pt. 2

But also playful, caring, and sweet boyfriend

Like definitely just awkward since he's young and new to relationships so probably just doesn't know what to do at first

But the more time you both spend together the more time he has to know you better

So he'll ease off of being so questioning and making sure he's doing things right or making sure you're comfortable and what not

Well, I mean like if he's not sure of something and asks you 4,000 times, eventually he'll know what to do unless you tell him otherwise

So basically after y'all are comfortable around each other, he becomes the cutest thing ever

Like he l o v e s having you in his arms all the time

Or playfully messing with you

I can see y'all planning some prank on the other members and then you both playing innocent afterwards

And him just being a little shit sometimes lol

Playfully ignores you until you've whined enough that he gives in

And will still be a little shit if you try pulling the same tricks on him

Hangs onto you until you give up and notice him

But you also both do team up when it comes to messing with the other members

And then both get yelled at by an angry Junhyung

But y'all don't care because you had fun and this was worth it

And normally you'd be punished together so that just gave you an excuse to spend more time together

The only thing though that you can mess with him with is kissing him because he's ways to shy to get you back

Like if you just random kiss his cheek when he's messing with you he'll instantly turn red

Especially if you kiss his lips

He's not quite used to that yet but he'll get used to it

Until then, enjoy kissing his lips like that

Cuz again, look at his lips, how could you not want to kiss them repeatedly

He'd get used to it though and would melt into you imagine

Y'all are cute, end of story

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DAY EIGHTEEN

All things considered; you were rather lucky to be sharing a room with Yoongi when you wake up that morning.

The second consciousness returns to you, it brings a feeling of nausea so abrupt that you’re careening off the bed and rushing to bed over the toilet without a second’s thought, body running on survival mode.

You’re not sure what wakes Yoongi - the sudden absence of pressure and heat against him, or the sound of you throwing up all the food and alcohol you’d consumed last night – but it takes mere moments before you feel him gently caressing your trembling body, lifting your tangled hair back off your face.

“Just let it out,” he coos softly as you bend over miserably, the sour taste on your tongue making your stomach turn again, “you’ll feel better after, I promise. That’s it.”

The moment you finally have nothing left to empty out, you collapse sideways onto the cool bathroom tile, hand curling over your stomach. Yoongi gets up to flush the toilet and gets out a spare toothbrush from under his sink, pressing it into your hand already prepped with toothpaste. “I’m sorry,” you mumble lowly, nose running slightly as you sniffle. “I think I drank too much. That green apple soju fucking sucks, too.”

The doctor has the good graces to smile at your attempt of lightening the mood, but it’s strained, waiting for you to begin brushing the acrid leftovers from your mouth before speaking. “You’d better have a light breakfast, okay? Some toast and maybe a cup of herbal tea to settle your stomach. Can you stand? I’ll get you some fresh clothes from your room while you take a shower here.”

Your heart warms at his endearing bedside manner. “I’ll be fine, Yoongi.”

“It’s non-negotiable, I’m afraid,” Yoongi says with a mock sigh. “Come on; you can wash your hair, too. Feeling nice and clean will help.”

Sniffing one last time, you give him an agreeing nod and hunker up on your knees, before standing. God, but why do you still feel so nauseous? That fucking soju. Yoongi must see the discomfort on your face, because he gives your shoulder a squeeze. “Not to worry, I’m sure I have something here you can take which will make you feel better. You aren’t the first person to not handle their liquor in the villa.”

You give him a questioning frown, your throat feeling raw as you clear it lightly. “What do you mean? Everyone seemed okay yesterday.”

“Hoseok texted me,” Yoongi answers with a shrug. “I didn’t see it ‘til after you fell asleep, but apparently poor Tae was curled up with a hot water bottle last night feeling rather sorry for himself. I think he got a little trigger-happy on his Sprite and soju mixers.”

Your brows furrow in concern, your own condition forgotten. “Is he alright?” You mentally kick yourself for not being more attentive to him. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel excluded now that he was voted out.

“He’s fine, I’m sure. Hoseokie and Jimin apparently actually spent the night in the bunk room with him, because both refused to leave. Stranger things have happened, I suppose.”

“Holy shit,” you muse. “If you weren’t so busy filling me like a cream puff maybe we could’ve witnessed that.”

Yoongi’s mouth gapes at your jibe, and you let out a hiccupping giggle when he rushes you, jabbing at your sides. “You little shit! That’s how you repay me after yesterday?”

You chuckle, feeling significantly more cheerful than when you woke up. “I gotta keep you humble, Doctor Min.”

His shoulders jump with a fond huff. “You’re impossible,” he gives in with a begrudging smile. “Now go; shower! I’ll be back.”

By the time you’re downstairs, enjoying some lightly buttered toast and an aromatic peachy-tasting tea - laughing with Taehyung who has slunk downstairs like a viscous goop, slumped on the table sucking on a vitamin table - any concerns or worries about your brief vomiting spell have entirely left your mind.

--

Jungkook is antsy.

He cycles madly between intense eye-contact and complete avoidance of your existence, looking for all intents and purposes like a deer in headlights. You imagine it’s because he wants to do his prompt today, and you certainly could dispel the awkward tension by just asking him if he wants to go upstairs or texting him to dig a little, but where would the fun in that be? You much prefer cuddling with Taehyung and a chunky blanket, pretending to watch The Voice of Korea while you really watch Jungkook squirm instead.

Taehyung sighs wistfully as a contestant finishes with a belted high note, all four judges slamming down their buttons and giving the cameras big reactions once they turn and catch a glimpse of the singer. “I wish I could be on the show,” the masseuse says with another slow sigh.

You grin, poking him in the cheek with a single finger. “Is our puppy a good singer, huh? Do you reckon you’d win?”

“What?” Taehyung asks distractedly, his eyes locked to the screen. “No, I wanna sit in those big chairs and spin around. It’d be so fun.”

Your surprised laugh makes Jungkook jump in his seat, even as he sits on the opposite couch to the two of you and glares intensely at the pages of a comic book he’d stolen from someone, spending far too long on one page to actually be reading it.

Hoseok, who sits completely silently next to Jungkook - extremely strange for the normally bubbly man - is even more suspicious. Every few seconds, he shoves his phone under Jungkook’s nose, before pulling it away and typing furiously.

You had no doubt in your mind that he was giving the youngest contestant salacious tips, instructions, or both, judging by the way Jungkook’s cheeks get hotter with every message.

A lazy day after the drunken entertainment from the day before, the four of you had chosen to collapse onto the couch and stay there, flicking between channels as you idly enjoyed each other’s company. Namjoon had texted the groupchat and put a note on his door warning people that he was studying for an exam for a summer course he’d signed up for. This was the first you’d heard of said course, but his messages had contained several exclamation points, so you knew it was serious.

Jimin was also making the most of his privacy. The only glimpse you’d seen of him at all today was while you and Taehyung were cleaning your dishes. He’d rushed down in a fluffy white bathrobe, covering his face with his sleeve, bemoaning the drinking that had done serious damage to his clear skin. When he dropped his sleeve to bundle some ice into a paper towel, it looked fine to you, albeit pinker in the cheeks and forehead than his bare face had been before, but he swore the two of you to silence and determined he was going to lock himself into his room until he no longer looked like “an evil stepmother.”

Jin and Yoongi were nowhere to be found, though most of the house were almost certain they’d become something akin to fuckbuddies considering how often they disappeared together, and how rampant and shameless their sexual tension was whenever they cooked together for the rest of you.

It had taken a while for Taehyung to bounce back from his hangover, Hoseok fussing over him like a child as Tae clung to you for some tactile comfort. Spending a day by yourself hadn’t really been an option when you’d been cuddling with him for hours, but you were far happier spending some quality time with the masseuse.

It takes no more than three new contestants on the TV show to have their moment in front of the judges for Jungkook to break. Hoseok’s given up on the phone messages, instead whispering directly Jungkook’s ear as the boy clutches the open comic book in front of his lap  so hard his knuckles go white.

Laughing at the flustered camboy, Hoseok loses all tact and stops damping his voice, his natural level loud enough that you can make it out over the garishly aggressive appliance store advertisement on the TV. “Come on, Kookie, it’ll be great!” he insists, Jungkook cringing at the volume. “Switching things up will help your chances for fan favourite too, and surely you’ve done-”

Jungkook stands up abruptly, comic book still propped up in front of his crotch as his cheeks and neck go bright red. “If you like pegging so much, why don’t you do it, then?” he blurts with a cry, before the realisation of what he said aloud hits him. Choking on air, he just about trips back onto the couch in his haste to leave, stomping upstairs like a wronged teenager.

Everyone goes silent, a cheery female voice announcing that Subway’s quality is higher than ever being the only sound in the room. Mouth open, you blink over to Hoseok. “Should I… go check on him?”

“Uh- Yeah, maybe,” he admits, a slight pained look of guilt flickering across his face before he brightens up. “But it’s dangerous; you should take a strap with you.”

You pause halfway through standing up, Taehyung letting go of you and curling deeper into the pile of blankets. “Have you no shame, Hoseok? You humiliated the poor kid!”

Hoseok grins broadly. “He only reacted that much because he liked the idea,” he protests, before leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. “And what about you, princess? Do you like the idea?”

You swallow, straightening up fully. “I haven’t really thought about it until now, I guess,” you offer up slowly. “I’m not- I’m not opposed.” But even as you say that, you begin to picture it. Jungkook on all fours in front of you, or perhaps spread out on his back, brows furrowed in pleasure, clingy and whiny. Though it was certainly new ground to you, most things were these days, and you’ve started craving fresh experiences, feeling more alive and excited about sex than you’ve ever really felt before.

A lightly huffed laugh leaves Hoseok’s lips. “I’d say you’re a little more than ambivalent, judging by that look on your face. Go upstairs now, princess; Jungkook’s ass needs you.”

You scoff, patting Taehyung’s cheek goodbye before leaving the way the maknae left earlier. Upstairs, Jungkook’s door is open the slightest sliver. A shy invitation.

You knock anyway, calling out his name. When his sullen voice invites you in, you slip inside and shut the door behind you. With his head hanging, shoulders slumped, poor Jungkook looks miserable. “Oh, Gukkie, baby, you’re okay,” you soothe, rushing to his side.

Folding his hands cutely over his crotch, he keeps his head down, but nuzzles against your stomach when you pull him into an embrace, running your hands through the long, heavy black locks of his hair. “‘M sorry,” he murmurs, lifting a single hand to ball his fist in the fabric of your shirt.

Your heart warms at the little action even as it aches for his sadness. “What are you sorry for? You don’t have to be sorry.”

Jungkook pauses for a moment, and you can just about hear the pout. “Embarrassed,” he explains shortly. “You probably think it’s gross.”

“Of course I don’t,” you deny in a soft yet firm voice, still stroking his hair. “Baby, if you want me to do it for you, I will.”

He looks up suddenly, chin propped up on your stomach. “Really?” he asks in hope, eyes glittering like entire galaxies.

You shrug. “I mean, I haven’t used a strap-on before, so it probably won’t be very good, but I wanna try if it’s something that would make you happy, you know?”

Jungkook’s mouth parts sweetly, before he lets out a dejected breath. “I don’t know,” he says with a sigh, letting his head drop off you again. “I still feel really embarrassed. Hobi-hyung was te-teasing me so much.”

You wince at the way his voice hitches and wobbles, like he’s on the verge of tears. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” you coo. “I think he was just trying to encourage you. But if he made you uncomfortable, I can go down there right now and-”

As you start to shift away, a hand shoots out and latches onto your wrist, snagging you in place. “No,” Jungkook interrupts quickly, before turning sullen again, lifting up his head so that you can just barely see his eyes, gleaming with unshed tears. “Can you just stay with me?”

Reaching forward to cup his cheek and bring his gaze up, you send him your warmest smile. “I’ll stay,” you promise, “want me to help cheer you up? I don’t like seeing my Gukkie so sad.”

His bottom lip quivers as he nods, fingers tightening around your wrist, tugging you back to his side. “Yes, please,” he asks politely, voice still so hesitant as his gaze drops like he’s too shy to meet yours, face pressing into your palm. “Want you to make me feel better.”

Your breath hitches when his eyes dart up, just for a second, and reveal a glimmer that isn’t tears so much as mischief. You realise quickly that perhaps Jungkook is pulling on your heartstrings intentionally, luring you in just like he did the day after the fight, when everyone in the house bent over backwards to give him what he wanted. But you aren’t mad; truth be told, every second that passes, you grow more excited about what’s to come. “Of course I will,” you reply warmly. “Can I give you a kiss, baby?”

One thing you aren’t prepared for as you carefully straddle his lap and press your lips against his is just how differently he kisses when he’s in this submissive frame of mind. You’d associated Jungkook with hunger, fierce passion and need. This Jungkook was needy, but in a very different way. Lips parted, he tilts his chin and lets you take over, his fingers curling tightly in the fabric of your shirt, his long hair tickling against your cheeks.

And unlike the more dominant Jungkook that would kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, the camboy now seems impatient, hips shifting under you and whines leaving his throat as he breaks apart, lips swollen. “Will you fuck me, Y/n? I need you.”

Sucking in a breath, you’re nodding before you’ve even really processed his words. “How do I, uh, what should I-”

“The stuff’s in my nightstand drawer,” Jungkook offers up in explanation. The young man bites his lip, looking positively delectable. In a starch-white t-shirt that simultaneously swamps his figure but exposes his delicate collarbones with the v-neck, and his long locks tucked behind his ears, no imagination is required to see how easily he fits into this subby persona. Even as he’s physically much larger than you, and there’s no hiding his thick thighs and broad shoulders, his expression and posture alone convey plenty. “But, um… Could you- could you help prepare me first? I can if you’re uncomfortable, you know. No pressure.”

“I can,” you assure quickly, standing up when he wriggles meaningfully beneath you. “I mean, I want to. Is it, you know…?” You trail off, watching Jungkook scoot himself back so that his feet don’t quite touch the floor. He tilts his head in confusion. “Clean?” you hiss softly, cheeks flaming.

Jungkook freezes, eyes wide and mouth parted in a small o. “I- Yeah, it’s, uh, clean, I-”

“Sorry,” you grimace, “that totally ruined the mood, didn’t it? I’m new to this.”

“You don’t have to, honestly,” Jungkook says with a small voice, fiddling with the loose threads in the rips of his jeans. “I can do it.”

You’re really fucking this up, huh? “No, no, I want to, it’s fine!”

“I swear, I won’t be offended if it weirds you out-”

Without a pause to think, your lips are moving. “Pants off, Gukkie, I’m going to finger you,” you announce in a firm voice, chin jutting forward in your determination.

You hadn’t even intended to use it as power play, more so just insisting what you were okay with, but his reaction is undeniable. Jungkook visibly melts at your command, eyelids fluttering for a moment and shoulders going lax. Even his socked feet turn inwards, the complete posture of submission. The image of it sends heat through you, and you feel alive with it.

“Th-thank you,” Jungkook stutters, chest hitching. “How do you want me?”

Even though you don’t know the least about fingering or prepping, you’re quickly growing addicted to the way he responds to your authority, so you make a split second decision. “All fours, baby. And clothes off for me.”

Jungkook bites down a whine - how you wish he wouldn’t muffle himself - but obeys quickly, stripping all the way down to his socks, toeing them off hastily before getting on his knees. Clearly a position he’s used to, the camboy wastes no time in presenting himself, upper torso flat against the bed and back arched up to expose himself. With a cheek pressed against the mattress to look back at you, his hair slips over and covers his face.

Before he has the chance to huff, you reach forward and tuck it back behind his ear, tapping your finger once on his nose to make him scrunch it, a toothy grin on his face. “Y/n!” he protests with a hiccupy giggle.

“What?” you ask innocently. “I’m just trying to help out, baby. Can I ask you a favour?”

Jungkook’s grinning so widely that his eyes crinkle. “You’re the dom, Y/n, you don’t need to ask favours, you know?”

“Oh, shit, you’re right,” you muse. It’s so easy to forget that the control is yours, especially when you’re a bit out of your depth. Resolving yourself to be more authoritative, you clear your throat and school your expression. “Mouth open, Gukkie.”

Following your command so quickly that there’s an audible sound, Jungkook braces himself up a little with his forearms so that he can face you better with his jaw wide open and tongue lolled out on his bottom lip.

When you place your first two fingers of your dominant hand on that pretty pink tongue, you don’t even have to command him to suck before he’s wrapping his lips around them and hollowing his cheeks, blinking up at you for approval.

You try and use the past couple weeks of dirty talk from the guys to inspire you when talking to Jungkook, using your other hand to comb the hair back from his face again. “That’s it, baby,” you croon, “nice and wet; soak them for me. What a good boy.”

Keening under your praise, still bent over on his knees, Jungkook swirls his tongue and salivates over your digits diligently. It feels strange; the hot wet cavern, the muscle covering every inch of your skin. Your stomach flips in arousal when you begin to tug your fingers out and he pulls off them with a pop, drool on his chin and pupils blown wide.

“Alright, Gukkie, stay there,” you indicate, holding your spit-slicked fingers aloft as you get on the bed behind him. Cock dangling hard between his legs, he’s hunkered down, heels pressed against his upper thighs. You could easily reach him from here, but there’s something rising within you, an urge to play with him a little rougher.

He jumps and lets out a surprised cry when you rain down your other palm on his asscheek in a swift spank, head falling back to the mattress.

“Did I say you could lie down? Ass up, Gukkie,” you spit sharply, satisfaction curling around your ribs as he lifts his hips without delay, back arching beautifully to present himself once again. A roughly hand-shaped pink flush on his otherwise unblemished skin makes you bite your lip. “Colour?”

Jungkook pauses for a moment, fingers fisting the sheets. You fear the worst for a second, but it seems like it just took him a second to comprehend you, because just as soon as the worry rises, he lets out a cute gasp of realisation and spreads his knees further. “Green, so green.”

“Good boy,” you praise, relief clear in your voice. “A single hair out of position without my permission and there’ll be more where that came from.” Though you secretly admit spanking the responsive boy feels good in some odd way, you’d feel a lot better knowing when he’d intentionally stepped out of line, and so giving him a specific avenue assuages some of your potential guilt over the impact play. He seems to understand too, nodding his head sweetly and visibly flexing this thighs to keep steady.

This isn’t usually an angle you’re used to seeing on a guy, but as you gently circle the tight muscle of his rim, you marvel at how Jungkook still makes it look good. Entirely free of hair, ass, thighs and back thick and sculpted, it’s clear the visual is an important thing, especially in his line of work.

You can feel his body go slightly stiff when he holds his breath, but the slightest pressure makes him tremble, his eyes loosely shut as he focuses on pure sensation. Wary of the spit drying off your fingers too soon, you swiftly but smoothly slide your first finger all the way inside of him. There’s resistance up until the first knuckle as he clenches, but once you reach a certain point it’s like his body is letting you in. So tight that you can feel his walls flex, it’s an odd sensation to get used to, but you know from experience that the first intrusion feels odd to receive, too, and that only building up stimulation helps get past it.

For that reason, you don’t pause much before you begin fucking your one finger into him, using your other hand to grasp the flesh of his ass and part him. “Doing so well, baby,” you compliment when Jungkook lets out a guttural, drawn-out whine. Minutely, you feel his hips rock, seeking stimulation in the right place. You know he’s probably aching for his prostate to be touched, but you haven’t the slightest clue on where to find it.

Instead, your next best option is external. Once you draw your first finger out and start to stretch his rim on two, you reach around and under him, hand wrapping around his cock.

Startled, Jungkook goes iron-tight around your two fingers and cries out. You freeze, worried you’ve done something wrong, but he rocks himself back, burying your fingers deeper inside him.

Even in your uncertainty on how to proceed, you know one thing: he’s actively chosen to move out of place.

This time when you drop his length and come back up to spank him, he moans, face going lax and dopey. “Fu-fuck, please,” he breathes, “I’m sorry, I need more.”

“You need more?” you ask, soothing a palm over the reddened skin. “I didn’t realise you were in any position to be making demands, baby.”

Jungkook swallows heavily. “Please give me more, I can take it, please.”

“That’s more like it,” you state proudly, before cringing at how cheesy the words sound to your own ears. Although taking control is fun, you don’t feel as at ease with a filthy tongue like you were used to the others being. Jungkook however, unable to see your reaction, just makes a needy noise in his throat, hotly anticipating your next move.

As you start to move your fingers again, however, they don’t glide like they did before. Unlike a proper lubricant, his saliva has evaporated away, and the dry friction certainly can’t be pleasant.

He’d said the supplies were in his nightstand, but that’s well out of your arm span, so, thinking quickly and not wanting Jungkook to feel uncomfortable, you pull your fingers out gingerly, bend down and spit directly onto his winking hole, some of it disappearing inside as the rest runs down to his balls.

Since he insisted he could take it, you hook three fingers inside him, his hole stretching around you as he groans. There’s so much pressure on your fingers as you plunge inside, the friction aided by your saliva, and you can feel the way he tries to relax himself, clenching periodically.

As much as the spit helped, you become paranoid that it’ll dry out again as you stretch him on your fingers. Still too far from the lube, the thought occurs to you that you could keep him wetter if you just used your mouth.

The thought isn’t entirely unappealing to you. Sure, he doesn’t have the same nerves that make you feel so good when someone goes down on you, but you’re sure he’d enjoy it, and you’re reassured that he’d cleaned himself.

The second your tongue traces his rim, pressing between the tight ring and your knuckles, Jungkook gasps, before letting out a moan so high and keening that you practically salivate.

With your free hand inching around to grip his thigh and steady yourself, you press your chin between his ass cheeks and lap at him, fingers speeding up now that they’re better lubricated.

His hips won’t stay still, but you can’t blame him. From the constant trail of cries and whimpers, there’s no doubt Jungkook is extremely sensitive. Slowly, the thought of stretching him out for a purpose leaves your mind, and you begin to take your time with him, enjoying the feeling and sound of him falling apart from your touch.

You could get used to this; the meaty thighs trembling, the heaving breaths, the moans of your name on his tongue. At one point, your middle finger grazes a slightly protruding spot inside him, a different texture to the rest of his walls. The second it does, he jumps like he’s been electrocuted. Aha.

“Oh, fuck, feels s-so good, please do that again, fuck,” Jungkook babbles hopelessly. Your grip on his thigh quickly morphs from steadying yourself to holding him steady, as he jerks with every repeated stroke of your finger against his prostate.

Unable to respond verbally, you stiffen your tongue and push it deeper inside him as your fingers speed up, all corkscrewing directly towards that sensitive spot.

So noisy that he buries his own face in the blankets, rocking back desperately onto your face and fingers, Jungkook’s pleading and praises are garbled, one long stream of need until he finally lets out one loud, sharp cry and paints the mattress white.

Lifting yourself up to watch him cum, you speed up your fingers to ride him through it, devouring the sight of his red, untouched cock twitching and shooting ropes of cum as his whole body shudders with it.

There’s the undeniable warmth of pride in your chest at watching him cum so beautifully, at hearing and seeing the pleasure you’ve given him. You’d give anything to make him cum at your hands over and over, and in the back of your mind you marvel at how so many things the guys did to you when they dommed you make sense now.

Slowly, he comes back down from his high, chest heaving rhythmically as he catches his breath, going slack. You guide him to roll over onto his back, avoiding the puddle of quickly-cooling cum, and sit beside him brushing back the hair that clings to his sweaty face.

A dopey smile puffing up his cheeks, and eyes hazy, he blinks up at you. “That was so good,” he breathes.

Keeping your voice sweet, you raise a brow. “Do you think we’re done just because you came, Gukkie? I don’t think so.”

His smile falters, eyes regaining some of their clarity. “I- Oh, you didn’t- Do you want me to...?” he trails off, eyes falling down to between your legs, still fully clothed.

Though you’d love for him to make you cum - truth be told, your nerves feel like they’re working doubletime right now, and you know it wouldn’t take much - you shake your head, standing up off the bed. Jungkook whines and sits up slightly as you pull away, but freezes once you begin to undress in front of him.

Unbuttoning your shirt, you feel his eyes follow your movements hungrily. “I never even gave you permission to cum, baby,” you point out. “I also didn’t ask you not to, so I won’t punish you. But you did ask for me to fuck you and make you feel better.” The fabric of your shirt falling to the floor, you leave your bra on and slip off your pants instead. “So I don’t care how sensitive you are or how many times you cum, I’m going to fuck you until you feel so good you cry. Is that understood?”

Where such vulgarity came from you don’t know, but it triggers the right reaction, Jungkook going limp against the bed, grabby hands flexing at the sheets as he nods as quick as he can, one drifting dangerously close to his still half-hard cock. “Please, I wan’ it. Yes.”

“Wait patiently, then,” you command in a cutting tone, discarding your underwear without ceremony, “and no touching.”

He lets out a quiet huff, leg kicking out and hand slipping under his back to stop temptation. You would laugh at the bratty display - or perhaps even punish him for the attitude - but you’re too focused on stepping into the black harness of the strap-on you got from  Jungkook’s nightstand, working out how to tighten the straps and sit it right.

It takes you a moment to get right, but it’s surprisingly comfortable once you get it into place - which probably is the point. Though it’s odd feeling weight extending from your pelvis, the dildo is supported by a leather belt-like strap that runs around your waist. Right on the outer line of each hip, adjacent straps run down, under the curve of your ass and connect to the central one that sits between your legs like panties, albeit narrow and stiffer than fabric.

You’d seen ones with a second dildo facing inwards to go inside the wearer as they fucked someone else, but this didn’t have one, so instead your only stimulation was the slight heat when the leather would drag against your swollen clit. Happy to forgo your own pleasure for the sake of pleasuring Jungkook, you reach in the nightstand drawer again to pull out the lube.

Unlike Hoseok’s travel-sized bottle, the base of the drawer is littered with sample size packets of multiple brands. Mixed in with foil condom packets, you spy oil-based lubes, water-based ones, some scented, self-heating, even one that claims to be strawberry flavoured. Reaching for a basic water-based one, you rip it open and use it to slick up the dildo.

Jungkook watches you raptly, hips wiggling against the bed either in impatience or the effort it takes not to touch himself. Hyper-aware of the appendage that dangles in front of you, and how slippery your hands currently are, you imagine hunkering on the bed without using your hands probably isn’t a very sexy look, so instead you stand to the side of the mattress and instruct him to come to you.

He does so with obvious enthusiasm and anticipation. The earlier haze of his orgasm dissipating, his eyes are alert and his lips are stretched in an unconscious grin. Splayed out on his back, legs dangling on either side of your hips, Jungkook looks so content to hand over his dominance to you that your heart swells slightly at the sentiment of it.

Clearly Jungkook isn’t feeling as soft as you. On the contrary, his cock looks so hard it must be physically hurting him, the tip weeping precum onto his belly as he arches his back to entice you. “Please, Y/n,” he whines, hitching a foot up onto the edge of the mattress to bare himself more fully. “Gukkie needs it.”

Though it’s more your own hesitation rather than any desire to make him beg for it, you can’t deny that the sweet entreating voice is music to your ears and core, and pushing aside all worries you find yourself guiding his opposite leg up with a slippery hand, before lining your synthetic cock against Jungkook’s rim.

Immediately, before you even enter him, he keens, and although you can’t literally feel him rocking back towards it, you watch it catch on the muscle and begin to slip inside, and the resistance can be felt as a pressure against your pelvis where the base of the dildo is fastened.

“De-deeper,” Jungkook makes out with a gasp, his fingers reaching up to clutch at your wrist, and you push past the resistance to drive the dildo inside him, slowly but smoothly. His breath hitches, back lifting off the bed as his body tries to process the intrusion, and instinctively - a word you wouldn’t typically associate with domming - you grip onto his waist to hold him still.

Though your palms and fingers are still slick with lube, you manage to keep them steady on his skin by slightly digging your nails in. Jungkook’s mouth parts in a gulped moan, and you feel the pressure in front of your crotch suddenly increase as he stiffens.

“Green?” you check in quickly, so quick to fear the worst.

Jungkook is even quicker to dispel your worries. “Green, fuck, harder, please,” he babbles, shifting as much as he can under you to spread his legs wider in invitation.

You let out a breath of relief but pair it with a snapped thrust to mask it as exertion. Jungkook lets out a cry of pleasure that sounds more like a hiccup, his body rocking on the bed with the force of it.

It’s hard to tell how intense or rough your thrusts are when all you have is his response and the feeling of the leather base pressing against you to go off, so once you start to fuck him in earnest, you’re sure to pay close attention to him.

Not that you’d otherwise be apathetic by any means. Whether his beautiful reactions are a skill learnt from camming or he began camming because of his reactions, you don’t know, but you think watching him like this could never get old.

His hair’s splayed back on the pale grey duvet like a dark halo, red hot streaks highlighting just how long the strands have gotten. His eyes, when he manages to open them, glitter like constellations and plead like puppy eyes. Though he has the bone definition of a god, gravity works against the strong lines and puffs up his cheeks instead, making him look small and sweet.

With lips so pretty and swollen, he pouts and whines and pleads, teeth poking out to nibble at the pinked flesh when the dildo hits his prostate and he muffles a whine.

It takes a surprisingly little amount of time to find a rhythm. Though you’re certainly inexperienced in the art of fucking someone else, it’s really a very natural motion to make your hips rock up against him. Albeit tiring, you find yourself able to pick up the pace until he’s writhing under your hands, his own nails scratching at the meat of his thighs with the restraint it takes not to touch himself.

Taking mercy on the poor thing, you lift one knee up on the bed to give yourself sufficient momentum to drop one of your hands from pinning him down and wrap it instead around his cock, doing your best to time your strokes together.

Jungkook lets out a low keen and goes stiff, back in a violent arch. “Fu-uck,” he cries, and his face would almost look scrunched up in pain if you didn’t know better, the poor camboy overwhelmed by finally being touched there.

“Does that feel good, Gukkie? Am I fucking you good?”

He nods hastily, bottom lip trembling as your thrusts don’t let up for a second. “Suh-so good to Gukkie,” he confirms in a wobbly voice, “please fuck Gukkie harder!”

Quickly tiring, you don’t know if you even can, but you engage your core like it’s a workout and speed up your hips, the insistent rub of the leather over your pussy lips and clit actually beginning to tighten a coil of pleasure low in your belly.

“Yes,” Jungkook wails when he feels the dildo spearing him quicker and quicker. You use your thumb to press at his slit, dripping precum in obscene amounts as he sobs and bucks between your hand and your fake cock.

Once his thighs start to tremble violently and he can’t seem to take in a full breath, you know he’s close. Steeling yourself for the final lap, you ignore the rub of the leather and the pressure of the dildo base against your pelvis, and focus fully on Jungkook and bringing him to a second powerful orgasm.

“Are you close, baby? I wanna see you cum again,” you request, punctuating it with a squeeze of his cock to make him cry out.

Such a polite boy, he composes himself enough to answer. “Baby’s so close,” he whines. “Gukkie can cum?”

You smile fondly even with gritted teeth from exertion, glad his eyes are scrunched shut with pleasure so he can’t see you melt for him. “Gukkie can cum, baby.”

You make good on your promise for him to feel so good he cries when he reaches that high shortly after receiving permission. Tears spilling over his cheeks, his moan comes out strangled but stuttered and airy at the same time, almost like he’s giggling at the feeling that overcomes him. Barely anything comes out of his cock, already milked from the first orgasm, but his body is wracked with sensation and his lips are stretched in a dopey grin, struggling to catch his breath.

If you were a meaner - or fitter - dom perhaps you’d fuck him past the point of oversensitivity, but as it is, you quite happily come to a stop buried deep inside him, lazily stroking his cock as it softens until he hisses at the contact.

Using the duvet to wipe away the last of the lube and cum off your hands, you lean forward and cup this cheeks to brush the tears away and press a kiss to the button of his nose.

He shivers happily, lashes fluttering, and lets out a hum. “Thank you for taking care of Gukkie,” he whispers, before wincing slightly and correcting- “taking care of me. Sorry, I tend to do that when I’m-”

“You don’t have to explain,” you reply easily, kissing each of his cheeks in turn, tasting the salt of his tears as he giggles again at the tickling feeling. “Did you enjoy it, baby?”

Jungkook lets out a breathless chuckle, chest still heaving. “Fuck, like you wouldn’t believe,” he jibes, throwing a hand over his eyes and heated cheeks when you pull away. “But really; thank you.”

You slip the dildo out of him carefully, hearing him make a low noise in his throat as his hole flutters, empty. Rubbing his thigh comfortingly with one hand - if you knew one thing from being on the show, it was that you needed to shower Jungkook in aftercare now - you unfasten the strap-on carefully with your other. “You don’t have to thank me. I had fun too.”

The crook of his elbow lifts just slightly to expose the glint of his eyes, disbelieving. “You did?”

You beam warmly. “Definitely. You’re so fun to play with, Gukkie,” you praise, “plus, I feel like getting a new perspective has been really enlightening, you know?”

“Ah,” he muses, “entertaining and educational. I’m glad my ass served you well.”

A surprised laugh bubbles out of your throat; the quip a clear sign that Jungkook is returning from that hazy, contented plane of subspace you’ve grown used to. “Better put that on your CV.”

Jungkook sits up, affronted. Two fat drops of cum run down his stomach, quickly drying out once they spread over his skin. “My ass has been listed on my CV as a skill for years, Y/n, I’m not an amateur.”

“Oh, a professional ass man,” you tease, sighing at the release of pressure once the strap-on harness falls off your hips and to the ground, leaving your lower half bare. “Is that why you got on the show, huh?”

The camboy pouts. “I got on for many reasons,” he insists, “I’m very qualified, you know.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” you return immediately, and pause. “Fuck. We were meant to be bantering but I’ve just been complimenting you, haven’t I?”

He nods like it was intentional. “Yet another one of my skills.”

“You’re impossible,” you sigh, but even when he convinces you to join him in the shower, the conversation between you flows without a hitch, and your fondness for the boy only grows.

--

In retrospect, you probably could’ve worked out Namjoon’s prompt based on how he treats you that dinner.

Subtlety isn’t his strong suit, but you’re so hungry from earlier that you barely notice the signs. It’s not uncommon for the guys to pile food on your plate, but Namjoon’s repeated insistence of feeding you directly perhaps should’ve been the first flag.

The way he fills your glass of water for you, ruffles your hair, continuously calls you little… Yeah, you blame Yoongi’s delicious fish cutlet and rice meal for not paying enough attention.

Luckily for you - or perhaps for him - an opening appears when you’re cleaning up the table with Taehyung and accidentally fumble a small dish of dipping sauce all over your hands and front.

Immediately, Namjoon as at your side, taking the ceramics out of your hand and tsking gently. “Oh, love, that’s no good,” he coos in a low timbre, “you’ve gotten yourself all dirty.”

You could just offer to go rinse your hands off in the sink and change shirts, but you’re wired up from fucking Jungkook without your own release - the camboy was so chipper at dinner that everyone had surely cottoned on - and so a better idea comes to mind. “It’s running down my sleeve,” you offer with a faux pout, “I’ll probably need a shower to get it all off. Care to join me?”

Namjoon’s brows lift as he surreptitiously ensures no one else is in earshot. With a hand on the small of your back, he leans in and presses his lips against your ear. “How about Daddy gives you a bath, baby girl?”

You suck in a breath, nerves alighting. Oh. You can work with this. Straightening up, you latch onto his shirt sleeve near the cuff and soften your eyes. “Only if you take one with me,” you bargain, “I’m only little, Daddy.”

He pulls back quickly, and were it not for the hot flares of lust in his eyes, it would almost seem like he’d been shocked. “Go to your bedroom then, love,” he instructs, “and no running on the stairs.”

Of course you aren’t really an impulsive child but, as it is, his command  is actually difficult to follow. The urge to clamber up them as fast as you can, knowing you’re finally going to get fucked good, is hard to suppress.

You manage, however, and soon enough Namjoon’s in the bathroom with you, filling the tub. As you wait, toes wiggling against the cool tile in excitement, he unbuttons his cuff and rolls up the sleeve.

“Okay, clothes off, kitten,” he instructs, hunkering over the edge of the tub to dip a hand in up to the forearm, checking the temperature and stirring up the water, “it’s just about ready.”

You obey, tossing your clothes in a growing pile in the corner. Though it’s no bubble bath, he has drizzled some body wash in to give it a comforting scent, floral and sleepy like ylang ylang. When he pulls his arm out, there’s a ring of suds, and spots of water have already gotten onto his shirt. “You’ve gotta hop in too, Daddy,” you point out, smirking when Namjoon visibly falters at the title.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he confirms, shucking off his shirt and pants, “get in first, kitten, it’s all ready.”

The water is divine, a blooming heat that seeps down to your bones, warming you to the core. You immediately see your skin start to pinken, but the water isn’t unbearably hot, and it’s a pleasant flush.

The heat below contrasts with the cool air on your upper back and shoulders, causing you to shiver, but before you can complain you feel the water level rise, Namjoon’s arms wrapping around you from behind.

As you let him lean you back against his chest, you feel his hardness, but neither of you feel the need to comment on it. This is a porn show, and you’re going to fuck soon, sure, but for now there’s nothing better than a hot bath.

“Give me your hand, let’s clean this sticky sauce up, huh?” It isn’t until Namjoon begins to soap up a loofah and delicately scrub away at the black trails of dipping sauce that have run down your arms that you realise just how fantastic this prompt is. If you played your cards right, Namjoon would take care of you and pamper you all evening, fuck you silly, and then presumably put you to bed like a good Daddy. Holding your hands out obediently, you’re quite content to oblige.

“Sit up, kitten,” the academic commands softly with a press to your shoulder. Once the skin of your arms is unmarred again, Namjoon dips the loofah in the chest-level water, pulls it out dripping suds and water, and laves it over your back, making you sigh at the warmth. “Feels nice, hm?”

Your lips stretch in a lazy smile as you recall asking that very question yourself just earlier today. As much as you had fun domming Jungkook, and wouldn’t be averse to switching things up - quite literally - again, there’s no denying that your soul really sings when you’re the one being taken care of, played with, and pleasured. “Really nice, Daddy.”

The loofah gets dipped again, this time sliding over your chest and stomach. Letting your eyes slip shut at the relaxing treatment, Namjoon’s low timbre washes over you just like the aromatic suds of body wash. “I’m glad,” he coos, “I like taking care of you. You’re too little to do it all yourself, aren’t you? Need Daddy’s help?”

“Too little,” you parrot sleepily, “need Daddy.” With every word, with every touch of his large hands on you, you truly begin to feel little. Curling your toes against the base of the tub, you make a low noise in your throat and lean back against his chest again, head lolling back over his shoulder. “Will you give me a kiss, Daddy?”

He smiles at your entreating plea and wide eyes, eyes like crescent moons as he dips his head and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “All better now?” he checks as he sits the sopping loofah on the side of the bath.

You bite your lip and shake your head. “I’m not all clean yet, Daddy.”

“You aren’t?” he asks with mock surprise, dimple deepening and brows lifting. “Well, that’s no good, is my kitten still dirty somewhere?”

With a single decisive nod, you grab his hand and lead it down until the tips of his fingers brush your folds. “Daddy didn’t clean here, ‘s still dirty.”

You let out a blissful sigh when he cups you, middle finger curling up to barely dip inside you. Namjoon grins. “In here?” Rather than wait for your answer, he smoothly pushes it deeper, massaging at your inner walls. “Alright, kitten, just close your eyes and let Daddy finish cleaning you up.”

A smile graces your lips as your eyes flutter shut again, head comfy in the crook of his neck and shoulder. You could get used to this.

He doesn’t tease you, but nor does he fingerfuck you with intensity or vigor. It’s methodical and diligent, like he really is cleaning you out. One finger quickly becomes two, and his other arm winds around your waist on the other side to roll your sensitive clit, making you moan softly.

Raring to go from unfulfilled pleasure that morning, your nerves go into overdrive, a building wave growing quickly in your belly. When Namjoon adds a third finger, crooking them inside you thoroughly to stroke your g-spot, it takes less than a minute for you to fall apart, thighs clenching tight around his hands.

He works you through it, only stopping when you whimper from oversensitivity, but that doesn’t stop you from whimpering unhappily again when he pulls his fingers out and you’re left empty.

“You’re all clean now, kitten,” Namjoon states, running his palms over your inner thighs to relax them. “Time to get out.”

You sit up suddenly with a pout. “But Daddy!”

Narrowing his brows, you don’t miss the slight twitch of Namjoon’s lips at your sudden outburst. “No buts,” he reproaches, “I don’t want you pruning up.”

You huff, scowling when he deftly tugs out the plug and the water level steadily sinks. “You haven’t even fucked me yet, Da-mmf!”

Namjoon sends you a cutting glare, his strong hand cupped over your mouth. “I should wash your mouth out with soap for using that language, little one,” he warns, “now out of the bath.”

You whine behind his hand, but once he drops it you obey and scramble out of the quickly-draining tub. Your body feels heavier without the buoyancy of water, and you’re dripping onto the bathmat like a drowned rat, but Namjoon pays it no mind, getting out himself with powerful thighs and a heavy cock dangling between them, passing you a towel wordlessly.

You dry yourself off, pout never leaving your face. He’s really just gonna stay hard like that and not fuck you? “Daddy…”

“One more protest and I’m taking you over my knee,” Namjoon says with a sharp tone. “I thought my kitten was better behaved than this.”

You open and close your mouth, unsure how you can get what you want without using vulgar words. Then again, perhaps making him punish you would rile him up enough to fuck you, and you certainly weren’t against some spanking. Sucking a breath in to establish some resolve, you stomp your foot on the bathmat. “You’re so mean, Daddy!”

Namjoon gapes at you, the way you’re bundled in a towel from your chin to your knees, scowling at him. “You want it, don’t you?” he mutters quietly, receiving a small nod in return. Relaxing for a moment, he slips easily back into that position of authority. “That’s it,” he spits, taking you firmly by the wrist and leading you - still naked himself - into your bedroom, “I gave you plenty of warnings but you still won’t listen.”

You squeak as he rips the towel from you and tugs you onto his lap on the edge of the bed. Adjusting you so that your crotch is right above his aching erection, his legs are so long that your toes barely brush on the carpet, all your balance resting on him. This had been the roughest he’d ever been with you, or at least the most domineering, and your mind whirls with how much he’s coming into his element with this prompt.

He gives you no warning before he’s laying his hands on your ass, small pats to warm up the skin before a sudden, stinging strike laces your nerves. You cry out, wriggling in his grip, but he uses one broad hand to link your wrists together in the small of your back, your face pressed onto the mattress as you’re held up fully by him.

He’s carefully merciless, spanking you hard enough that it burns, tears pricking your eyes and lip swollen from when you bite it, but whenever your cries of pain and pleasure turn too much to genuine discomfort, you notice he gives you an extra second of reprieve and swaps out to lighter hits.

“Apologise to Daddy,” he commands gruffly as you sob beneath him, swatting you without pause.

You sniff and swallow before you can compose yourself enough to reply in a wobbly cry, knees buckling and trembling. “Suh-sorry, Daddy, I’m so sorry, I learnt my lesson, ple-ease!”

You could cry when you feel his hand land on you one last time, soft and soothing the stinging flesh. Namjoon shifts, and then you feel light kisses being pressed all the way from your reddened ass up your spine, making you shiver. “Thank you, kitten,” he murmurs in your ear, and gently sits you up, lying you on the mattress.

You hiss when you feel the fabric scratch at your skin, but it’s cool and soothing if you stay still, so you take deep breaths and feel your heart slowly return to normal, Namjoon running his fingers over your now-dry body.

Blinking up at him with what you hope are sweet puppy-dog eyes, you call his name softly to bring his attention to your face. “Are you really not gonna, you know…?”

He grins fondly at your attempt to evade the word fuck, silver hair flopping over his brow as he leans over you. “You took your punishment so well kitten, I think you deserve a reward, hm? Some special time with Daddy?”

You light up, sucking on your lower lip as you spread your legs to bare yourself shamelessly, hooking one foot around his waist so he’s between them. “Extra special time with Daddy,” you insist in a small voice, lip curling now that you’re finally going to get what you want.

With a light laugh, Namjoon centres himself so that he’s facing you head-on, your legs comfortably resting aside his hips. Stroking himself a few times, he taps his hard length against your already-swollen pussy lips. “Relax for me, kitten,” he guides, and you keen as you feel him begin to push inside you.

You try to stop yourself from clenching around him, but it’s been a while since you’ve fucked him, and as usual the biggest cock in the house takes getting used to. “So big, Daddy,” you breathe with a groan, brows pinched together at the stretch.

“You can take it, kitten, you’re doing so well for me,” Namjoon promises, holding you steady and open with a hand hooking your knee up high by his chest.

By the time he’s bottomed out, hips flush against your still-stinging ass, you feel so deliciously full that you can’t breathe. You lay back, eyes scrunched, and focus entirely on the feeling of his girth stretching you open.

“Feels good?” Namjoon checks in, and you nod, wriggling your hips against him to indicate he can move. “Hold on tight, then.”

Even though it’s barely been a day since you were last fucked, it feels like so much longer, and having Namjoon fill you up over and over is so satisfying on a deep level, that you don’t bother muffling your moans, letting yourself clutch at his arms and enjoy the ride.

While Namjoon certainly isn’t the most lithe or experienced member, his cock is a force of nature in and of itself, and this time, with the heat of desperation and the excitement of your altered dynamic getting to him, he fucks you without holding back.

If he’s like this on his third time, you think, he’ll be a beast before the show ends, but then the head of his cock strikes right against your g-spot, and the thought shatters as a cry is ripped from your throat.

“Oh! Daddy, yes, right there!”

He obliges you by adjusting his hips so that every stroke rubs against you just right, and your mind melts, colours and sounds and sensation blurring together in one full note of all-encompassing pleasure.

You cum without warning, not expecting it yourself, and Namjoon curses lowly in his throat as you clench around him. The orgasm is powerful enough to leave you shuddering hopelessly on the bed before going fully slack, drained.

Warm, fuzzy tingles settle in your fingers and toes and chest in the aftermath as Namjoon fucks you through it, not taking long himself to spill inside you. He drops your leg to the side and leans in, pressing slightly ticklish kisses to your neck and collarbone, hands on either side of your chest to keep his weight off you.

“So good to me,” he breathes out lowly, nuzzling your chin up to give him a better angle to sweetly kiss you on the lips, languid and unhurried as he slowly comes down from his own high.

This time when he pulls out of you and you’re left empty again, you don’t complain, too thoroughly fucked to do anything but let out a contented sigh. Namjoon cleans you up, apologising when oversensitivity makes you twitch at the slightest contact, and then washes up himself.

Just as you feel your mind lifting out of that mental space of feeling little, sitting up a bit on his bed and trying to work out if you’d be able to make it to your dresser to put on some pyjamas, Namjoon returns and does it for you, helping you slip into a baggy t-shirt that you like to use as a nightie.

“Are you going to stay?” you ask softly as he lowers the hem over your head, arms slotting through the holes.

“Do you want me to?” Namjoon counters with an edge of hesitation, scratching lightly at his opposite arm, still naked.

You nod, patting the bed beside you. “If you don’t mind.”

Namjoon gathers his clothes and slips them on, not really appropriate for sleeping. Once he sees your look of confusion, he tilts his head towards your bedroom door. “I’m just going to duck out for some comfier clothes for sleeping, are you going to be alright for a moment?”

By the time he’s come back, you’ve already quickly brushed your teeth - hobbling to and from your bathroom like a newborn deer - and slipped under the covers, getting comfortable. Namjoon returns in grey striped pyjama pants and a white shirt, but he has something in his hands.

“You might think it’s silly,” he offers by way of explanation, the mattress springs squeaking as he gets on beside you, “but I like reading before bed, and I thought maybe you’d find it calming.”

With a dubious smile, you look at the book in his hands. It has the clean edges of a cared-for book, with the creases in the spine of a well-read one. On the cover, golden embossed stars and swooping font read The Little Prince. “You want me to read it?”

Namjoon returns your smile, warm and dimpled. “I want to read to you.”

The two of you cuddle together without words, one of his arms wrapped around your back as you lean on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Propping the small novel up on his stomach, he peers over your head to read.

“Once when I was six years old,” he begins, “I saw a magnificent picture in a book called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.” He pauses, tapping you twice on the crown of your head to indicate you should look. “In the book it said…”

As he recites the novel aloud, you feel more than hear his voice, a low rumble in your ear like a rushing river or a slow-moving thunderstorm. It’s soothing, lulling you into sleep. His voice wraps around every word like a hug, enunciating each syllable with such care and colour and love, and always pausing when there were photos, even when your eyes slip shut and you begin to drift off.

Slowly, everything fades away. All sound is reduced to that regular heartbeat and warm rumble; all sensations are narrowed down to just the heat of his skin where it meets yours, his fingers lazily swirling patterns on your scalp. All thoughts simplify, the last six words in your brain, I could get used to this, before they wink out to nothing at all, and you sleep.