#and a genuine insult to s/a survivors

[rosemaries-shroom]

Mouthwashing fandom! I need a little of your time

I made a post already on the Mouthwashing fandom's struggle with seeing nuisance in the game/characters

Please remember that other fans are just as nuisanced. That the people making art and fanfics (especially the "everyone lives! Yay!" ones) aren't ignoring canon or diluting the message of the story.

We enjoy the fics where Anya does get the protection she deserves, the fics where Curly/Jimmy(in therapy) is a thing. The fanart of everyone getting a happy ending (minus Jimmy), of Curly and Anya in solidarity. It doesn't change our opinion on the game or the canon characters. It just fills the what-ifs, the wishes we have for ourselves, for things to be good.

We love the curly/canon!Jimmy fics, the trauma fics of jimmy/Anya, the ones that make things worse. The art of Jimmy going mad with burned!Curly in the background, of Curly and Jimmy's insanity. It's also not a portrayal of what we think of the canon characters. It does connect our reality to the experiences of the characters.

You can't control how others connect/relate to something. You can't control the way people use a piece of media to cope. You'll exhaust yourself, annoy yourself and more than likely end up targeting the very people you want to support. Block or move on, protect your peace

[genderlessjacky]

ANOTHER ONE! @slumbrr-r The Astro fanart that I finished a bit ago

ahh , just practicing brushes , and some alternate photos

The idea was A-1 Astro standing on some sort of elevated platform and doing his thing

And some less impressive (but still VERY time consuming) doodles below the cut

(also , wanna make a deal?

I draw more of the A-1's in hopefully better quality 🫱🫲 you draw one (or more , I won't complain) drawings/doodles for Toots and Shrimpo)

Pls get this reference 🥹

Holmes rule for swearing is 'not around the kids' , since his children are pretty clingy , noone really sees him swear and assumes he probably considers 'darn' as a swear word

But then, toots is hanging around Shrimpo and his group of friends he made in the Production team (let me DREAM okay???) and he is on a Team Delta mission , suddenly you learn 10 new words that you can properly never use in any circumstances, ever .

Actually, Newtons secret 4th law is that you learn at least 5 new insults every time you are an adult and you hang out around Holmes

Context for the next mini comic : one of Shrimpo's signature move is wrapped his arm around a toon or twisted and SLAMMING his head against them

This is their dynamic basically, and I ADORE them can you tell??? there will be a LOT more doodles coming and I greatly apologize (also Shrimpo got his antenna bit off , incase you didn't notice)(and I forgot to write it in but Toodles was laughing too hard to fight properly and Shrimpo was too embarrassed to fight properly too, thankfully their group managed to find them before things get too out of hand)

suger belongs to : @that-theaterkid

The Rodger twisted belongs to : @segagrimreaper

Fun facts about the kids and Holmes :

I'd like to HC that Shrimpo is in the production team bc I don't think I fully said it but he is pretty decently good at machines and stuff, he partly uses it to take his mind off things, in fact he was the one that made Holme's first arm

Shrimpo has INTENSE separation anxiety, he doesn't look like it but when you think about it he is either always around toots , Holmes or some friends that always stuck around him he genuinely cannot be alone or he'll start spiralling but he pretends to be broody and dark to seem cool

Bubbles has no spine, not in a metaphorical way but as in she is ALWAYS leaning on something, whether it is a friend (Cali , most of the time) , a desk or a railing and her back is always leaned back in a way or slouched down (am I projecting? Probably). She also has a lot of survivors guilt along with Rodger

I MAY have edited their backstories a bit so instead of Rodger and toodles meeting shrimpo it's Rodger seeing these two messy children on the streets , alone and clinging onto eachother and went "oh, I guess ill take care of them" got attached and the first time they called him "dad" he genuinely nearly started sobbing

Toodles likes sitting on Shrimpos shoulder and making him carry her around

[iheartpeppino]

More Pizza My Heart character profiles for you guys. Here are Peppino, Melissa, and Pizzahead, in that order:

Giuseppe “Peppino” Spaghetti II:

Our main protagonist, Peppino meets his biggest fan in the form of Melissa Monotoli and falls in love with her. However, his relationship with her has notable hindrances: namely, Melissa's disapproving father, Giovanni Monotoli, and Pizzahead, who is seemingly competing for her affections.

Peppino is currently in his early 50's, about 13 years older than Melissa and Pizzahead, who are the same age. Peppino is very romantic and flirty towards Melissa, rarely getting angry or upset with her and greatly enjoying every moment of her company. Melissa, in return, is very loving and sweet to Peppino, even if she's not the most confident person there is. As a self-described “love freak”, Melissa is just as much of a romantic as Peppino, if not more so. The two of them dream of getting married someday.

Peppino is unaware that Pizzahead is in love with him too, but those insults he likes hurling at Peppino sound an awful lot like flirting… Peppino is very confused by the mixed messages Pizzahead is sending, but mostly he's frustrated and DONE with his bullshit, and he sincerely wishes he'd stop flirting with Melissa. (“She's MY girlfriend, you pizza shit!”)

Peppino shares a name with his father, and inherited Peppino Pizza – and all his pizza-making skills – from him. Peppino is also a war veteran, having been drafted when he was 25. While serving, a surprise attack from the enemy got every member of Peppino's platoon killed. Peppino, who had yet to discover he was immortal, was the only survivor. The experience deeply traumatized him and left him with survivor's guilt. To this day, thunder, fireworks, and other similarly loud noises trigger his PTSD. He also can't stand anything that reminds him of death.

Before he was drafted, Peppino also had a brief history with Totino the Pizza Boy. Peppino, who is an astonishingly good actor, played the role of Pizza Boy's arch-nemesis, the Chef Raider, for a video game based on the Pizza Boy franchise called “Pizza Boy Tower”. Totino and Peppino had filmed a lot of scenes together for the game, and they had a lot of fun doing it. (It was especially fun for Peppino because he felt like a wrestler playing a heel character.) Totino was only a child back then, so at the time, Peppino viewed him like an adorable kid brother. Now that Pizzahead is grown up and evil, however, Peppino is sickened by how much he's changed for the worse, and wishes he'd never met him at all.

Melissa Elizabeth Monotoli:

The love interest of our story, Melissa works as a glorified security guard looking after her rich parents' old mansion and all the treasures inside it. Melissa is autistic, has ADHD, and PTSD from her childhood… all ingredients that make her a very anxious wreck who can't hold down a normal job, hence why she works for her parents. Although Melissa lives a very fortunate and comfortable life, her anxiety won't let her enjoy it.

Melissa finds out about Peppino from watching Pizzahead's Pizza Tower broadcast, falling in love with his feats of strength, speed, and bravery. A year later, she finally works up the courage to meet Peppino in person, and there are sparks between them. However, it's not long before her old childhood friend, Pizzahead, worms his way back into her life after 31 years, causing trouble for her and Peppino.

Melissa was friends with Totino the Pizza Boy when she was a child, and now that he's grown up into Pizzahead, she has decidedly mixed feelings. On one hand, she's furious with him for what he did to Peppino, finding his actions unforgivable. (She's even more furious when she finds out what he did to Fake Peppino.) On the other hand, she genuinely misses his friendship, plus she finds him very attractive, but she stubbornly refuses to admit to either of these things because of Peppino.

Melissa is genderfluid, initially appearing in very feminine pink clothes and putting on a cute, high-pitched voice. It's when she puts on her favorite navy blue suit and hat – a gift from her father – that she feels compelled to deepen her voice and act way more confident, cocky, and masculine than normal. Peppino is a bit confused by this at first, but he comes to appreciate this other side to Melissa and even embrace it, going so far as to call her his boyfriend when she's wearing her suit.

Melissa loves Peppino with all her heart, and wants nothing more than to make him feel safe and happy… even if she sometimes feels like she doesn't deserve him.

Totino T. Pizzahead:

Our antagonist, this zany guy used to be friends with Melissa Monotoli when they were both children, as Melissa's father used to be the biggest investor in his old restaurant. However, a traumatic incident during Melissa's eighth birthday party resulted in her fleeing Pizza Boy's Pizz-Pizza in fear, never to see Totino again for another 31 years, as the sight and smell of pizza became a PTSD trigger for her. (She got better, but it took a while.)

Having a colorful past with both Melissa and Peppino, Pizzahead has been spying on both of them for many years, becoming increasingly obsessed with them, falling in love with them, and now plotting to become their third partner through any means available to him. Unfortunately, Pizzahead refuses to let Peppino know how he really feels about him, while he's completely open about his love for Melissa. He pretends to be rivals with Peppino for Melissa's affections, when in reality he just wants both of them. Why does he do this? “To keep things spicy,” apparently.

Pizzahead was originally brought to life by the legendary Pizzamancer, as a commission from the three former CEOs of Pizza Boy's Pizz-Pizza: Celeste DiGiorno (a.k.a. “Mama”), Mike Wilde, and Sam Stouffer. Before they met an unfortunate demise, they raised young Totino the Pizza Boy as their child, training him to become the perfect corporate children's mascot and TV star. They were even more evil than Pizzahead, and were the primary reason he turned out the way he did. Also, because Celeste, Mike and Sam were in a polycule, they're also the reason Pizzahead realized he was polyamorous and pansexual.

Pizzahead, being a living cartoon pizza man, is essentially immortal, just like Peppino. Unlike Peppino, however, he doesn't process pain in quite the same way, and is immune to most of it. Finding out he couldn't die contributed to Pizzahead's descent into madness and evil, giving him an overabundance of confidence that led him to do unspeakable, irresponsible, or just plain stupid things that further led to chaos. These days, it's often up to Pizzahead's more responsible brother, Pizzabro, to clean up Pizzahead's messes.

[yeowangies]

Blood Stains

CHAPTER VIII: We were somewhere else

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PAIRING: Raditz/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Canon Divergence AU, Slow burn, Smut, Enemies to Lovers. WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, alcohol drinking. WORDCOUNT: 4423

Summary:

Sometimes it truly feels as if you were somewhere else when you’re with him; you forget the threat that’s coming to Earth, some months from now on.

Notes:

You can check the tag #*bs if you wanna see the previous chapters.

The noises and the wind coming from outside wake you up. And you’re confused because you never leave the balcony door open at night. 

That’s when you realize Raditz has left. Without saying goodbye. 

That has hurt more. While you weren’t expecting him to stay for as long as he had, you deserved at least a few words, a heads up or something. 

However, you can’t be mad or upset about anything else. It has been clear that this was only sex and nothing more; as hurt as you are, you have been warned. That nightmare he had the night before probably pushed him towards leaving abruptly anyway. 

Neither of you had talked about your lives, but by the little things he had mentioned before, sometimes on purpose, sometimes occasionally, you know it must not have been pretty. A warrior race, with a destroyed homeplanet, and only four survivors; that’s dramatic on its own. But you noticed how alert Raditz was the whole time he was at your place. It was difficult not to. The first two days, you figured he must have been nervous, but as days went by, you realized it was more than that. His life must not have been easy if he was cautious almost the entire time he was with you.

The only exception was when you were having sex, which makes sense, otherwise he wouldn’t enjoy himself. And you’re glad you could tell the difference when he was being genuine, because he was damn good in bed then. And you’d blush just by thinking about it because it became obvious that he likes giving you head, and you couldn’t be more thrilled about it. It was an unexpected quality, and you were thankful for it. 

If there’s something that only slightly bothers you, it’s that Raditz only kisses you when he wants to initiate something. But you can’t complain. It was only sex after all. 

It has lasted longer than you anticipated, so you feel greedy for wanting more. But it’s not even up to you, if Raditz decides to come back to see you, that’s up to him. 

It startles you when you hear him knock on your balcony door one night. You know it’s him without checking, because who else would do that? 

“I shouldn’t even let you in,” You say when you open the window. “After you left without even saying goodbye. Two months ago.”

Raditz is standing there, tall and big as always, and looking incredibly amused at your words. But he’s also just wearing his boxers, and that’s terribly distracting. 

“I didn’t think that was part of our arrangement.” He says with a smirk. 

“It’s not, it’s called ‘being nice’.”

“I am not nice.” He scoffs like he’s been insulted.

“You had been nice to me the last time you were here.”

“Because we were fucking.” 

“Is that the only reason? You’re nice because we have sex?” You arch an eyebrow, slightly offended. 

Raditz stares at you for a long moment. You guess he’s just going to say that yes, that’s why he is somewhat good to you, but you’re not even sure if he’s thinking about that the more he keeps his gaze on you.

“You have treated me well, even before we started having sex.” He looks serious as he speaks, and you nod, accepting his words. 

“At least say goodbye when you leave?”

“Fine.”

You let him in, closing the door, once again checking him out. It’s difficult seeing him with so little clothes and not touching him. You could, but you don’t want to take this first step. 

“What happened to you?” You ask him, signaling his lack of attire. 

“The clothes you humans wear are uncomfortable.”

“So you just go around naked?”

“I’m not naked.”

“…Fair enough. Do you need a shower?” For once he doesn’t actually smell bad, but you’re not sure how clean he can get when he’s in the middle of the woods. 

“By your standards, I probably do.” Raditz chuckles, and you roll your eyes. 

You prepare the bathroom for him like you regularly do, and you realize you don’t actually have clothes for him to wear this time. Seeing him walk around in your apartment with just a towel sounds like hell, but it’s infinitely better than seeing him completely naked. Usually you’d be thrilled to see him with absolutely no clothes all the time, but you’re also very aware that he can pummel you hard for hours without stopping, and you’re only human. 

Thankfully, you have a robe that should fit him while you put his underwear in the washing machine. 

“This is uncomfortable.” Raditz says, walking into the living room to find you sitting on the couch. It looks weird on him, and you can’t help a snicker escaping your lips. “Wearing nothing is better than this.”

“You’re not walking around naked in here!”

“Why not? You’ve seen me naked.”

“Just. Don’t, ok?” 

“Fine.” He chuckles.

You glare at him briefly as he sits on the other side of the couch, draping an arm on the back. 

“Have you eaten?” He grunts as a yes. “Do you wanna drink something? I don’t have wine like the last few times, but…”

“I’ll have whatever you have. It’s not like I know what the options are here anyway.”

“Bulma gave me a bottle of whisky the other day, but I can’t drink it on my own.”

“You drank more than a bottle of that wine stuff once.”

“That’s different! Whisky is on another level.”

“How so?”

“It’s just heavier, it has a lot more alcohol than other drinks.”

You don’t have tumblers for whisky, so you get two regular glasses, orange juice, ice and the glass bottle Bulma gave to you some days ago. You pour only a bit on a glass for Raditz to try, gazing at him expectantly when he sniffs the glass before drinking it all in one gulp. You gape at him, horrified and impressed, especially because he looks like he just drank a glass of water, completely unfazed. 

“A-Are you okay?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He hands you back the glass. “I want more.”

“Okay… Was it fine like that or do you want ice? Or orange juice?”

“No, just like that.”

“Okay. Neat.”

“Neat?”

“Yeah, it’s what it's called when it’s just pure whisky. Here.” You hand him the glass back, filling it more now that you’ve seen that he doesn’t seem affected by it. 

As Raditz drinks, you prepare your own drink, with orange juice and ice.

“Why do you drink it like that? Is it better?”

“Uh, for me, yeah… I like it better like this, if I drink it neat I’ll die.”

“I’m surprised your race has lived for so long if almost anything can kill you.”

“We like living on the edge.” You laugh after taking a small sip. 

“Particularly you. You like sleeping with a dangerous man on your bed.”

“I’m sure a lot of women like that.” You quip, and he quirks an eyebrow. It’s always fun to tease him, he always looks hilariously offended when you compare him to human men. 

“So your race is self-destructive.”

“Yeah, like I said, we live on the edge. It’s not like you’re any different.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, you go around the universe to find planets you can sell. That’s dangerous enough if I take into account that the Saiyans are a warrior race. One of many, probably.”

“One of many?”

“Maybe not the right words to say, but I’d guess there are other races who are dangerous and powerful too, yes?”

“You’re overstepping.”

Raditz looks tense and not amused anymore by what you’re saying. You pour him more whisky onto his glass as you speak again. 

“I don’t want to offend you, but am I wrong?”

“I have treated you well, like you said before, but don’t play me for a fool.”

“I’m not saying you’re weak. I’ve seen Goku too, he’s incredibly strong, even when he couldn’t defeat you. But are Saiyans the strongest race out there?”

“Yes.”

You thin your lips when you see his hardened expression. 

“I’m sorry. I’m obviously ignorant since I’ve never been to space.”

“You are.”

You scoff, taking a larger gulp of your second glass. 

“Fine, sorry, I don’t even know how to throw a proper punch.” That makes him laugh quietly, and you sigh, relieved he’s not really that angry. “Maybe you can teach me.”

“How to throw a punch?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve known Kakarot for a long time and you’re asking me to teach you?” 

“I adore him and everything, but I actually haven’t spent too much time with him. He can’t remain still for more than a few days.”

As you prepare your second drink, you feel Raditz’s eyes on you, so you glance at him briefly before taking a sip.

“What?”

“Has there been anything like this between you and Kakarot?”

“Like what?”

“Like… whatever we have.”

“Oh, no! No, no, he’s cute and all but he’s married! And he’s my friend.”

“Married?”

“Yeah, with the mother of his child. You know, the kid you kidnapped?”

“I remember.” He chuckles, drinking more from his glass. “Married, is that like mating?”

“Uh… Yeah, I guess, it’s when two people decide to spend the rest of their lives together.”

When he doesn’t reply, you look him over. Raditz takes another large gulp of his whisky and you’re not sure how he can still remain unfazed. It must have something to do with being a Saiyan. You’re on your fourth glass by now, and while it’s not neat, you’re aware it’s affecting you. Now that you put your eyes on him, you can’t stop staring; he does look ridiculous with that robe, it’s many sizes smaller than he is, obviously, because nothing would fit him otherwise, but he’s still handsome as hell. 

Settling your now empty glass down on the table, you move a little closer to him, your knee touching his thigh.

“Do Saiyan do that too? Spend the rest of their lives with only one person.”

“Some did. It wasn’t common.”

“Commitment issues, huh?”

“No,” Raditz chuckles, eying you carefully as you lean closer. “It simply wasn’t a custom. Anyone could sleep with anyone, whenever they wanted to.”

“Sounds fun.”

When he smirks at you with a playful look in his eyes, you smile, crawling over him and sitting down on his lap with your legs over on one side. He lets you do as you please, gazing at you carefully as you drape your arms over his shoulders.

“I bet you were really popular in space.”

Raditz snorts and drinks what’s left on his glass before you take it from him to put it away on the table. 

“You know nothing, indeed.” He jest with no ill intention, and you smile when you see his smirk growing wider. 

“Not about space customs, no, but I know other things. You’re really handsome.”

“You’re really plastered, woman.”

“I’m not, I’m just a little on the happy side. I mean, you can ask me anything and I’ll probably tell you the truth-” You gasp, pulling back a little to cover your mouth. “Damn it!”

Raditz laughs, loudly, and your face heats up. 

“You aren’t drunk, you say?”

“I’m not! Yo-You haven’t seen me drunk, I’m a lot worse.”

“I want to see that.”

“You really don’t. It’s embarrassing.”

“All the more reason to.” 

You tug at his hair when he laughs again. You haven’t heard him laugh so much before and it’s making your chest swell with affection. He may not be drunk but he seems more relaxed than usual; you could swallow him whole. 

“What do you plan to do now?” Raditz asks, gazing at you with eyes that turn darker and darker by each passing second. 

“What do you mean?” He raises an eyebrow inquisitively. “Oh… I really want to kiss you, but I don’t wanna make the first move.”

“Why’s that?” His eyes flicker to your lips when you lick them nervously.

“I… I don’t want you to push me away or something…”

His hand grips the back of head, tangling his fingers in your hair tightly before pushing you towards him, crushing your lips together. You hum, completely pleased with his moves as you wrap your arms firmly around his shoulders, pressing your body to his as hard as you can.

You’ve missed Raditz when he left, but you realize just how much now that you’re kissing him, like you can’t get enough of him. And it makes you all the more excited to know that he’s returning the kisses just as hard, like he’s missed you too. 

His hands roam your body through your clothes, tugging and squeezing with enthusiasm while you kiss, tongues intertwining until you’re breathless. You gasp for air as you pull away, yanking at the belt of his robe to get it off. He chuckles as he watches you, struggling to get it open, running your hands over his hardened chest once it’s loose enough. With your help he tugs off your shirt, discarding it somewhere on the floor before yanking down your pants along with your underwear. You kick them off on the floor, settling back on his lap with both of your legs on one side and tugging the robe off his shoulders.

You lean over to kiss Raditz again now that you’re both naked, skin burning when you press your body against his. When you move to straddle him properly, his tail wraps itself around your middle while the hand on your waist keeps you in place, and his other hand parts your legs, better accommodating you on his lap as fingers skim across your inner thighs and go directly towards your entrance. 

His tenderness towards you is still a surprise when he gently touches your folds, making you shiver. You kiss him insistently as he starts running his fingers up and down your entrance before rubbing circles against your clit. He has barely started touching you, but you feel weak already, thighs trembling with each stroke in between your legs, making you tighten your hold on his shoulders. A loud moan escapes your lips when he presses one finger inside.

“I’m just getting started,” Raditz purrs with a mischievous grin. “But it looks like you’re going to come already.”

“I just, ah…” You jolt when he pushes in another finger, curling them just right inside you. “I just missed you…”

He chuckles when you kiss him briefly, but you’re too distracted to keep going once he starts sliding his fingers in and out, and pressing his thumb to your clit. His lips slide down your jaw and neck, kissing and biting, and it makes the heat in your belly rapidly grow. It doesn’t help that you feel his hard-on poking your backside, obviously eager for some friction, but he doesn’t try to relieve himself otherwise. Your hips buck into his hand, seeking more, and you whimper when he kisses down your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. 

“Fuck, I love that…” You moan, cradling his head to your chest. 

You feel Raditz’s smirk against your skin, obviously pleased with himself, even more so when you let out a particularly loud whine as his fingers start gaining speed. 

He teased you about it, but your climax is just around the corner, and while you don’t really want him to stop, you’ve truly missed him, all of him, for your first orgasm to be this way.

“Wait…” You tug at his hair a little harder than you normally would, pushing at his shoulder with your other hand. “I don’t wanna come like this…”

Raditz pulls back to look at you with hunger clouding his eyes as he lets you straddle his hips this time, holding your waist as you position yourself above him. He pumps his erection a few times before guiding you onto him and rubbing the tip against your entrance. You slowly ease yourself down, sinking onto him, mouth falling open once he’s fully inside you; you haven’t forgotten how big he is, but it still takes your breath away when he’s inside you. He groans loudly, his grip on your waist surely leaving bruises and setting your skin ablaze. 

You kiss him hungrily as you wait for your body to get used to him again, cupping his face in your hands.

“You’re so hot, so handsome…” You murmur into his lips, dragging your thumbs across his cheeks.

“I thought you weren’t intoxicated.” Raditz comments with a quiet laugh.

“I’m not saying anything that’s not true, I told you how attractive you are months ago.”

He hums as you keep kissing him, testing the waters and rolling your hips slightly. He had a death grip on your waist, but once you started carefully grinding down on him, he eases his fingers down to your hips before settling on your ass. 

“Then I should have told you how alluring you are.” He says, his eyes are fixed on your face with pure unfiltered lust, as he lets you move at your own speed. “Since the moment I saw you.”

“Who’s drunk now?” You pant with a smile. It’s getting increasingly difficult to think with his impressive cock inside you, even when you’re still taking it slow.

When Raditz bucks up with a sly grin, a sharp moan slips from your lips.

“That’s still you.”

Supporting yourself with your hands on his shoulders, you lift your hips, almost pulling out completely before sinking back down swiftly. He growls deeply, his hands on your behind squeezing tightly as you start moving hard and fast. 

His eyes close as you start riding him, little puffs of air leaving his lips with a few grunts. You certainly enjoy the view, it’s always a thrill when you get to be on top, but the slight tipsiness is making you look at him through tunnel vision. His dick inside you, reaching all the sensitive spots at once, makes it harder to think about anything else but him.  

“I want you, I want you so much.” You moan, leaning down to kiss him fervently. “I missed you…”

Raditz smiles against your lips, kissing you back with the same intensity and squeezing your butt tightly, making your moves falter. You whimper when he suddenly thrusts up with measured purpose, and you see stars behind your lids when his cock hits inside you hard and just right. 

He starts meeting your hips every time you sink down, jolts of pleasure pulsing through your body as his dick slides in and out. That tight heat in your abdomen keeps growing, you can feel how close you’re to the edge already. You hold onto him tightly, digging your nails on the skin of his shoulders, still kissing him as if your life depends on it. You want to drag this out a little longer, to be this close to him just for a few more minutes, but you know you can’t when your thighs start trembling and the skin in between your legs tingle. 

The fierce pace of his hips leaves you speechless when you come, mouth agape to let out a stuttered moan as your mind goes blank. Pleasure spreads through your body, making it shiver as you desperately cling to him. 

Raditz keeps his gaze on your face, watching you come undone and cursing under his breath when you tighten around him. He thrusts into you faster, seeking his own climax and prolonging yours, making you quiver with aftershocks. You slump forward, resting your head on his shoulder and letting him take control now, too overwhelmed to keep up with him.

He wraps his tail around your thigh, squeezing it, and that’s how you can tell he’s getting closer. He growls, holding your hips and thrusting upwards into you roughly, making you jolt. He bites your neck and digs his fingers into your flesh when he comes, filling you with his load up to the brim, and you gasp at the sensation of being so thoroughly full. His cock is pulsing, buried deep inside you, and you hear him groan your name quietly into your skin.

You whimper when Raditz pumps into you a couple of times before he goes completely still. You lay limply against his chest, completely still as you try to catch your breath. When you feel his hands caress your sides, you press a few kisses on his neck. 

“Don’t tempt me or you won’t be walking tomorrow.” He murmurs lazily, resting his hands on your behind. 

“Promise?” You grin mischievously, earning a gentle slap on your butt. 

His tail is still lazily wrapped around your leg, and you take the opportunity to caress it gently. You hear Raditz purr faintly from his chest, and you look up at him just when he pushes your hand away. 

“Why are you all so fascinated with my tail?”

“What do you mean?”

“Some other woman also tried to touch it.”

“What? Who?” You pull away a little to look at his face, confused. 

“I didn’t care to ask for her name, she was walking near the river when I was there.”

“You didn’t, like, kill her or anything, did you?”

“No.” Raditz chuckles, and you sigh, relieved, leaning your head on his shoulder again. “I just had sex with her.”

“What?” You draw back, pushing yourself away to stare at him. He has a blank expression on his face, he isn’t joking. You frown, feeling something sting in your chest. “When was this?”

“Months ago.” He’s frowning too when he notices how perplexed you look, and he keeps his eyes on your face the further away you retreat. “It was before we kissed for the first time.”

You breathe out loudly, feeling a little reassured, but not for much. It’s hard to know what you feel at the moment with Raditz so close, and his cock still inside you, so you untangle yourself from him, wincing when he slips out. He holds your hips tightly until he notices that you actually want to withdraw from him so he lets go, staring at you carefully. 

It was months ago, before you kissed. That should make you less upset, because nothing had happened between you two then.

It shouldn’t upset you at all, though. Because you’re not in a committed relationship. Far from it, actually.

The realization that he might be sleeping with other people suddenly draws on you.

“What’s wrong with you?” Raditz asks, burning holes right through you the more he stares. 

“W-Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Should I have?”

“Well… I…” You trail off, not really sure what’s the right answer. “Are you… having sex with other people? Besides me…”

“No.” He replies after a beat. You remain quiet, avoiding his eyes, which just makes him frown more. “Out with it, woman. If something is bothering you so much you can’t even look at me, you should speak now.”

You know you’re dealing with an alien who doesn’t know about human social cues, but his words still annoy you. The fact that you’re a little tipsy isn’t helping.

“I just… I think you should have told me.”

“Why?”

“Because you should have!”

“Would that have made you change your mind about our arrangement?”

“No! Yes-I don’t know…”

“Then what’s your problem?”

“I don’t know, okay? It just bothers me that you slept with someone and didn’t tell me!”

Raditz growls, obviously angry, though you’re not sure why. He stands up and walks past you, but you grab his wrist.

“Don’t go.”

“Why not? You’re obviously distressed, even if you can’t explain to me why.”

“I know, I…” You reach for your shirt, trying to cover yourself once you notice how cold and exposed you feel at the moment. “Did you sleep with other people?”

“I told you no.” He growls, clenching his fists. “Have you?”

“Huh?”

“Slept with other people.”

“No…” 

You grab the robe, standing up to put it on his shoulders. The fact that he’s naked is also distracting you from whatever is going on in your head. 

“Is that what’s bothering you? That I might sleep with other people?” Raditz asks, turning to look at you. You try your best to keep your eyes on his face and not let them trail downwards when you nod meekly. “I’m not. And I won’t.”

You nod again, averting your eyes to the side. What he said before still stings, and he’s obviously not the smoothest talker either (he has no reason to be after all, not even with you), but you’re pleased with his words nonetheless. 

This isn’t a relationship, you repeat in your mind, until Raditz comes closer, bringing you back to the present.

“I don’t want you to sleep with anyone but me.”

“What?”

“I want you to only have sex with me. And I’ll only have sex with you.” Raditz looks completely serious when you gaze at him, without the usual smirk on his face, as you take his words in. “Just give me a warning if-when you decide to end it.”

When.

Right.

Sometimes it truly feels as if you were somewhere else when you’re with him; you forget the threat that’s coming to Earth, some months from now on.

“Okay. I agree.”

Raditz nods, and you sigh, feeling a lot of things at once. You really shouldn’t have drunk more than two glasses. 

His tail sliding slowly and gently across your hips makes you jump before you feel his hands carefully bringing you closer to him by the waist. When you don’t make any moves to pull away, he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. 

You would scream at him for how confusing some of his actions can be if you hadn’t just agreed to have sex with each other exclusively. There isn’t anything confusing about whatever is happening between you and Raditz because you had talked about it explicitly just now, but you’re aware about how fast your heart beats now that he’s kissing you so gently. 

You’re drunk, and he’s hot, and his skin burns when he touches you, and you don’t really want to ponder on anything at the moment, you just want to have him close. He grins when you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your body to his as the kiss turns heated, and his hands slide underneath your shirt.

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

You know what I just realized? The rant I did for Persephone about her trauma can actually be said for Hades. I know what you’re thinking, “what are you talking about a big chunk of that section was speaking on how Hades’ trauma is treated better than Persephone’s!” which I’m not denying since I did state that, but I only really meant the Kronos stuff that Hades has been suffering through every other season. I’m talking about the relationship with Minthe and Hades.

Listen as much as I relate to and adore Minthe’s character I won’t ever lie or disregard that she was a shitty partner. They both were of course but no one has the right to put their hands on another person and shout all types of insults at them, no matter how much I hate Hades I’m not going to defend stuff like that. But with the presence of his very toxic relationship I think we were genuinely robbed of the effects that it had on him in the long run. We never got to see his thoughts completely and we didn’t get to see how it affected his everyday life, each time there was a toxic panel of Minthe and Hades we got transitioned to the next happy uwu romance scene like nothing ever happened. I’ve never been in a toxic relationship before but I have been through many platonic relationships that were utterly terrible, I know it’s not the same thing nor is it comparable but it’s the only thing I can really speak on that sorta correlates in some way. But toxic relationships, especially those that last a very long time, do indeed affect you and your behaviors you start limiting your emotions and stop doing things that the person you were in that relationship with dislikes. You change yourself entirely since you want to make something out of the scraps that they chose to give you and you’re forced to conform to their ways because you’re under this guise that they care about you and you deceive yourself by giving yourself the comforting thought that “they’d never do this to me” or “we’re friends/lovers so they didn’t mean it” or even “I deserve this treatment.”

These emotions and thoughts could’ve been easily explored during the Minthe arc since especially being a man and being a victim of mistreatment is rare in the media with romantic relationships. This could’ve been a great exploration of mental health issues with men and how getting their feelings and traumas validated should be respected and welcomed within our society, the things that Hades faced would’ve probably reflected that of other experiences that other people faced within similar relationships and it would’ve been a good door for representation for male abuse survivors. But sadly, all of that got overshadowed by the building and foreshadowing of Kronos and Persephone coming into Hades’ life to be the better woman and “heal” him instantly.

Did we see pieces of how Hades was effected by Minthe and the trauma it left him with? Yes, but the thing is we only saw it while we were gathering evidence for Minthe to be season 1’s villain and it felt like it was there for drama only. After Minthe slapped Hades and bruised him no one else should’ve put their hands on one another, I hated how this very serious moment got played for jokes and giggles throughout the comic when it’s obvious that the narrative was trying to argue against stuff like that. I don’t understand why Hades had to immediately be lovey dovey with Persephone as well, something like that happens to you I’m sure the very last thing you’d be worried about is a girl you met a few days ago that you started having feelings for. Maybe instead of that Hecate and Hades had a moment so that he could be properly comforted and talked to in a gentle manner (no I’m not saying use a baby voice or anything but just be a friend??) which would’ve been very powerful and empowering since a lot of men’s traumas do not get validated by others because of the “be a man” stigma. Showing people that men deserve to be sheltered and cared for like a normal human being, especially after something traumatic happened to them, would’ve been adding onto the theme of mens mental health.

Instead of that though we have Hades going over to Hera’s house and seeing Persephone after she lured him outside. Now listen, I understand that maybe he was trying to distract himself from the situation or even trying to forget about it in some way but throughout that whole time Hades never even mentioned or thought about Minthe. He got assaulted physically and a girl he barely knows keeps on touching him and getting close and personal without his content. It would be pretty stressful to deal with and it could’ve went to showcase how much damage this stuff does to people. Abuse is not just something you can forget about entirely to the point it doesn’t exist, you can try but like all trauma it’ll always be there and that’s what Lore Olympus gets wrong every time. They make something traumatic happen with the two characters and only ever validate it to either use it as drama, a plot, or to have a cute moment. And that’s entirely fucked up.

I don’t like how Lore Olympus used Hades being mistreated in his relationship as some one up. “I’m so much better than you because I don’t put my hands on people!” amazing I’m so glad that Persephone is a decent human being but why is that even in the whole “better woman” thing. It’s just weird how they’re using that as some crutch instead of giving the situation the respect it deserves. No one should be putting their hands on anyone and that shouldn’t be something that makes you better that should just be common decency. Same could be said with the whole Hades vs Apollo thing, it’s just depressing honestly that that’s being used as some sort of badge even though the comic should be trying to normalize it. These are normal things, no one should be doing any of that stuff to other people it’s sick and utterly deranged. Stop rewarding the bare minimum.

Anyways, that’s all I really have to say. It’s disappointing that it was used as a way to make a cute uwu moment and I hate how they glamorized it almost immediately after moving on completely. But I’m not surprised since it happens all the time.

[ragaposts]

I'm bored right now, so might as well share my rainworld headcanons! Voice claims will be tomorrow, probably if school doesn't ruin my posting spree.

Survivor !!

Survivor is pretty calm, relaxed and alert.

H/H

He enjoys the quietness of peace, he enjoys more laid-back people to be around, otherwise he might get uncomfortable and uneasy around those who aren't.

He's just a normal dude I would say

Survivor is absolutely protective of his younger sibling, Monk.

Monk !!

Monk is sweet and pure, definition of innocent.

H/H

I don't care about Monk so I don't know what else to say... sorry!

Hunter !!

Hunter is snappy, argumentive and smug.

H/T

Hunter is an old fella, and he's usually going around being grumpy.

He is a very talented hunter, to no surprises. He doesn't take jokes lightly.

He's a gay old man because I said so and I want him to be, yipee!!

Artificer !! (I think that's how you spell it?)

Unpleasant and smug, she makes fun of others and is very judgemental.

S/H

Artificer despises Rivulet. She finds Rivulet as too loud and annoying, constantly getting on her nerves.

Gourmand !!

Fatherly, sweet and absolutely full of care and prosperity.

H/H

He enjoys making food for his colony members and his friends. He is most likely to befriend another creature than to hurt them.

Gourmand is very sympathetic. He feels sorrow for pretty much everyone.

Of course he's daddy material, in both ways I could say.

Gourmand is overall the top family guy, everyone loves him and Noone could hate him!

Rivulet !!

Hyper, scatter-brained, excitable, agile, physically very fragile, positive Gillcat that knows how to defend themselves Verbally and physically!

S/H

Rivulet may seem very stuck-up and annoying when you met her, but deep inside she is a very caring individual, with more motivations in life than most people!

She tries to always stay positive, though she breaks under pressure easily, she remains as joyful as ever!

Rivulet is a joy to be around, constantly cracking up giggly jokes and fun stories. Rivulet could also be described as a sweet, ball of sunshine!

Even though Rivulet may be joyful and seem nice, she is truly a different individual inside. She is very snarky and fiery, quick to judge, and throws insults at the tiniest inconvenience. Overall Rivulet is very defensive, and won't let anyone push her around without a fight!

Rivulet cares deeply, maybe too much, for the ones she loves.

Spearmaster !!

Gloomy, grumpy and socially awkward.

H/H

Spearmaster is more of the quiet, strike first type. He is always ready to defend himself, very alert and trained to withstand harsh conditions and terrains, despite his seemingly "scrawny" build.

Spearmaster prefers the company of himself and the wilderness, but makes sure to spend enough time with his family and friends.

Spearmaster is motivated by strength and ambition, his natural desire to hunt and fight only fuels those motivations more.

For some reason I imagine Spearmaster to be very muscular, more fit to the harsh side of the world where he was placed in.

Saint !!

Grumpy, introverted and slick.

H/T/I

Saint is truly a strange Slugcat. His unusual, creepy desire to stand around places, watching others from a safe distance is enough to scare or freak others out.

I don't care about giving Inv or Nightcat hcs, I'm terribly sorry!

But now into the silly Iterators!!

Five Pebbles / FP / EP

Snappy, strong-willed, regretful, and obsessive, in a protective way.

H/H

Five Pebbles is a younger iterator who usually finds comfort in his most trusted people, but rarely does he ever open up.

He bottles his emotions, until they particically explode.

Five Pebbles is very oddly protective of Moon, even after everything he had done to her.

Past all the anger he felt, he did truly and genuinely love and feel sorrowful for her.

FP is just zesty to me idk why

Looks To The Moon / LTTM / BSM / Moon

Kind-hearted, Tranquill, docile, mature and forgiving.

S/H

Moon is a older generation Iterator, with surprising levels of gentleness and care for other people and creatures.

Moon rarely truly gets mad at others, because she knows the despair and other buried feelings hiding inside others, she knows it wouldn't change anything to push those feelings and fuel them further than they already were.

Moon is an understanding, unique individual. She gets others like no one else does, and most people consider her as a friendly, welcoming source who is always open to chat or vent to, even if she may not know you.

Her Ancients adored her, along with the others. It was like she was created perfect, as if she was the pencial of what others could achieve.

Moon did not like the attention and love of her Anicents very much. Of course, she always stayed quiet and respectful, constantly obedient, and responsible. She did not like the way the Anicents treated the other fellow Iterators, why, if they were the same? Each and every Iterator deserved and needed the love of care from their Anicents, their parents...

Seven Red Suns / SRS

Cynical and causal, wrongly judgemental.

T/H

Seven Red Suns is a complicated iterator, created shortly after Looks To The Moon.

They were treated decently by most of their Anicents and peers, although they weren't quite satisfied with it.

Seven Red Suns is just zesty I guess, I don't like them enough to make anymore hcs of them hhhhh

No Significant Harassment / NSH / SIG

Prankster, laid-back, oddly defensive, coolest, and chillest guy !!

H/H

No Significant Harassment was made shortly after Seven Red Suns. They were raised pretty much together, which meant they were Step-Brothers- or adopted brothers.

No Significant Harassment had always been as cheeky and mischievous, and as he grew up and matured, he stayed no different. He loves throwing out jokes and seeing others laugh.

No Significant Harassment is not the one to be pushed around. He is very defensive and is quick to disapprove of anything negative made of him, even if it was true.

No Significant Harassment is perfectly content with the way his life is!

Sliver Of Straw / SOS

Rude, egotistical, snappy, quick-witted, sharp-tongued.

S/T

Sliver Of Straw was made in between the making of No Significant Harassment. She was always an unpleasant iterator to be around.

She constantly mocked and shamelessly ridiculed others for the cruel fun of doing it.

I hate Sliver basically !!

I don't want to do anymore iterators or slugcats, so I'll say some basic headcanons that count for every slugcat and iterator!!

I imagine that Slugcats hatch out of eggs, and aren't birthed like mammals. They are slugs after all!

I imagine that Iterators grow like human babies, they go through the same growing stages of life as we humans do, to a baby, a young child, a pre-teen, teen and finally adult! I love love love imaging the idea of baby Moon and if anyone draws any baby iterators please tag me, I'd love to see it and freak over it!

These are pretty much all my hcs, terribly sorry!!

Have fun, and be safe out there.