#and the boys tried to say that they can't be clipped this short but the lady was ukrainian and didn't speak polish

[facesblind]

idk what is happening honestly so tired so eepy let boys run the errands with teddybeardog and i have some regrets ( tm )

[simpjaes]

hyung line reactions to you squirting for the first time?

hyung line + reacting to you squirting for the first time

☆ jay:

makes him lose control tbh after a short moment of realization. the type to take a second, moan at the view and/or feeling of it, and then go harder while talking you through it like "yeah? feel good baby?" and "that's it, let it go for me." definitely the type who always wanted to make his girl squirt but her never quite getting there until, well, you. would try every single time after the fact, praise you for it, almost beg you to do it again and again for him bc like, he's suuuuch a pleaser. once he gets it out of you once, he'll probably feel like a failure if he doesn't do it every time. after all, that's peak pleasure for you, right? he's got to give it to you every time, no matter how messy, how wet, how exhausted you tend to be after.

★ jake:

he tries to make it happen intentionally every time he fucks. always aiming right for it, pushing on all of the pressure points, almost not allowing you to hold it in even if you wanted to. literally, the first time he pulls it out of you is your first time getting fucked by him. he will stop what he's doing, leaving you a shaking mess just so he can lean down and rub his face in it, licking all of it up and moaning louder than you are. relishes in the way your legs shake through it, loooove being so messy with you, and will absolutely obsess over the fact that you did it for him. little comments of "can't believe you did that for me," and "you can give me another, right?" while again, intentionally overstimulating you to the point you have no choice. jake empties you every chance he gets before filling you up with his cum instead <3

☆ sunghoon:

doesn't really have to try and was a little taken aback when your entire body went limp and started to shake from the force of his fingers opening you up. honestly, he was just about to get his cock out and here you are, quivering with an open mouth, nearly drooling with those once bright eyes rolled into the back of your head. He'd feel the pressure inside of you force his fingers out, along with your hand limply trying to swat him away. Oh man, the way he'd rub and slap your clip through it, listening to the sounds of it splashing out of you and all over his sheets.......he'd be kissing all along your jaw and limp lips as you release, whispering little chuckles before shoving his fingers back in and letting out a little hum. "not done with you yet," he'd probably say, before literally sending you into a state of fucking levetation. def doesnt have any issues making it happen whenever he wants either. in fact, he enjoys that he can give it to you any time he wants.

★ heeseung:

the first time will not be the last. if you squirt for him, you're gonna do it another three times before he even considers you exhausted. definitely praises you for it while also degrading you and calling you gross and messy. he's not really shocked by it, per se, he's more just impressed. never lets your quivering pussy push his cock out either, almost always pushes through it and fucks you deeper, faster, all while rubbing your clit and holding his breath, like he's chasing your orgasm more than his own. lots and lots of splashing, so much mess, to the point you almost feel embarrassed after the first time. fortunately, heeseung loves it, you can tell by the way he'll slide out of you and make you take it down your throat all "how is the taste?" as if he's implying he expects you to squirt on his tongue next. woooo, boy, he's fr fucking straight through it and probably won't let you ever let you rest before you drench him first.

[smoochhyuka]

Hair-pulling with Anton

Beware of the sassy man apocalypse

○o。content warnings! NSFW, fem!reader, oral (reader receiving), making out, perv!Anton (he's getting his hair pulled), very subtle dom!reader, she's kinda rough with him because she is a bit clumsy, a lil bit of exhibitionism??, a lil bit of strength kink (reader gets picked up), lots of making out bc that's all I think about with Anton, established relationship, mention of partying once, edited for spelling

Knowing Anton's love language is physical touch, you make sure to spoil him a lot. He loves to lie down in your lap, while you massage and scratch his scalp. Naturally, you'd also play with his hair, braiding it, or adding clips, and sometimes you get a little carried away, yanking at it a little harder than you intended to do...

That's how he discovered this kink, the tingle of your nails scraping him, the sharp pain if you pull too hard, feeling oddly dominated while you (innocently) do to him as you please.

Since he struggles to express himself verbally, he tries to make you tug at his hair during sex. Every time he eats you out, he puts one of your hands on top of his head, but instead of gripping it tightly, you just push it down a little bit further into your pussy, bumping into is nose, just to let go off him immediately, digging your fingers into whatever item was closest instead. When fucking you in missionary, he would try the same, this time you'd pull him down into a kiss (he's not necessarily complaining about this, though...).

The first time you actually pulled at his hair, you were just being playful. Anton was in an especially sassy mood that night and couldn't stop making petty remarks about everything you would say, while you two were binge-watching a random dating show.

"Why won't he just answer truthfully? He had no issue telling the other boys!", you exclaim, annoyed at the male single, who just bashfully lied to his date. "Y/N, why are you so uncompassionate? He wants to impress her." Anton sighs, rolling his eyes and dramatically crossing his arms in front of his chest, actually taking them off your shoulders. He can't contain his giggle, though, especially after looking at your annoyed face. You choose not to answer, being done with his antics. You also don't stop him as he's embracing you again, not even sparing him a glance, as he starts to press little pecks on your cheeks. Anton's kisses move further down your face, but before he could place one on your lips, you finally decide to tease him back: you lightly tug at his hair, the longer strands at the back of his head, pulling him away from you. Nothing could have prepared you for the moan that leaves his lips. You can see his dick swelling in his shorts, even in this dim lighting you can see how his ears turn a pretty shade of red. A relieved grin forms on his face, biting his lower lip, closed eyes, his glasses slipping down his nose a little bit -- you would never forget this expression.

From then on, you start using his little weakness, as you call it, to your advantage. If you want him to do something for you, like getting a water bottle as you are both already lying in bed, you'd start playing with his hair, wrapping it around your finger, massaging his scalp. After just a minute of this, he'll get up.

If he's getting on your nerves, teasing you or being sassy, you would play with the hair at the back of his neck as a warning, scratching the sensitive skin that's becoming riddled in goosebumps. Most of the time he'd only get worse, though, provoking you until you finally, and cautiously, yank his head back, asking him in your sweet voice to stop while keeping the pressure on his scalp.

Making out with Anton was always fun, sexy and passionate, but this definitely alleviated it for the two of you. Previously, you'd rather awkwardly place your hands on his shoulders or chest, but now you have them buried deeply into his light brown hair, pulling him occasionally closer by his cheeks.

You both can't stop kissing each other, surprising everyone at how shamelessly the shy Anton would french kiss you in public, just like he does tonight. One of your friends asked you to join her to this random house party at the house of some guy she is currently seeing, and since you knew she'd probably be gone the moment you step through the door, you decided to drag your boyfriend along to keep you company. Quickly, you two got bored, and decided to just make out in the kitchen. You're sitting on the counter, Anton standing between your legs, kneading your hips and ass. So immersed and turned on by the heated session, none of you noticed your friend stumbling in, until she's standing right next to you, jokingly complaining how rude you two are for hiding from everyone else. In actuality, none of you feel like returning to the group, instead you'd rather drive home and fuck his brains out. Much to your demise, your polite boyfriend actually starts to talk to her, but before he could promise her that you'd return to the crowd, you pull Anton's hair by the side of his head, until he's facing away from her, feeling overwhelmed by the heat pooling between your legs, just wanting to get her out. You yank at it with so much force he didn't even moan like usual, he just hisses at the pain. You quickly relieve your grip and tell your friend honestly that you two will leave soon, urging her to walk away, and immediately and panicky starting to kiss your boyfriends neck, worrying you hurt him. The moment she closes the door behind her, you wanted to apologize for being too rough, especially in front of another person, but Anton surprises you yet again by not only putting your hands back on his head, but also picking you up and carrying you out the backdoor to your car.

He moans so loudly when you pull at his hair, especially when he's inside you. His beautiful, light and airy voice sounds almost angelic as he's begging you in a whiny tone to pull harder. He cums so hard, his legs start to shake.

He's so desperate too, popping a boner as soon as your nails scrape his scalp, any rational thought leaving his mind. He'll actually giggle or laugh at every yank, feeling so much pleasure his heart pounds against his chest.

He doesn't really care if others are around when you pull his hair, in fact, it's usually the hottest since he least expects it, the humiliation only adding another layer to it. Since you usually do it rather spontaneously too, the tugs tend to be a lot rougher as well.

He cums just from getting his hair pulled while eating you out, your legs wrapped around his head, wet, swollen pussy rubbing against his tongue and nose, being engulfed by your sweet smell. Adding the friction from the mattress below his cock is more than enough to make him burst, loudly and whiny.

Kinda off-topic, but I hc him to be a little bit masochistic? Not just with the hair-pulling, but he'd also be into the asphyxiation aspect of cunnilingus (sitting on his face, wrapping thighs around his head...) and might even like it if you slap him lightly. He likes to feel owned, like you do to him as you please. It might be the depravity of it, since I also don't think he's solely submissive. He enjoys taking charge, I mean, you can still pull his hair, squish his face with your hand or bite him while he's pounding into you. lol

[angelluvs19]

Hi👋 I know nobody is gonna see this but i just love the idea of Luke with a ditzy girlfriend so I decided to write it myself. I'm not great at writing but I still wanted to post this somewhere bc I kinda like how it turned out <3 (if anyone does see this plz don't judge, like I said I'm bad at writing)

Ever since he met her he knew the guys at camp would be all over her. She was so innocent and would fall under their spell in a heart beat. Which is why he needed to make sure that he got to her first. He told himself that it was because he wanted to protect her, that the other guys would only use her. But in reality, there was more to it than that and he knew it.

There was something about her that drew him in. Mabey it was the way she got so flustered when she first met him. The way she looked up at him with those pretty blue eyes of hers, her cheeks a bright shade of pink. And the fact she stuttered when he asked for her name, making him smile.

Or mabey it was the way she dressed. She always wore skirts, even if she was at a camp. Shed wear a short white skirt with the classic orange camp half blood shirt. She always has a bow in her hair. Whether it was to hold in her pig tails, or a small pink clip with a bow on it in her long wavy hair.

Whatever it was he knew that he needed her to be his, and Luke always gets what he wants. Only a week into camp, she was all over him. She'd always stayed right by his side during capture the flag, and by the gods if anyone tried to hurt her they'd spend the rest of the day in the infirmary.

Or whenever the camp was doing activities, even something simple as bracelet making, she's always insisting that he help her. Stating that she can't tie it or that she cant find the right beads and needs his help. He knows that it's just stupid excuses so that he could be around her, but who was he to deny his princess?

And when she'd come crying to him because  of something random that happened to her he always Comforts her, no matter how small it is. Most of the time it's Clarisse making fun of her because she did something wrong, or one of the boys making sexual jokes towards her. But sometimes it's something as simple as her breaking her favorite blush, or ruining her favorite top. But he still whispers sweet praises and promises in her ear as she cries into his chest. "shh it's okay sweetheart. I know it hurts, but everything is going to be alright" or "I'm here okay, I'll make sure to protect you. No one can ever hurt you when your with me"

And one night when she was sitting in his lap crying, he finally makes a small move. "Do you want me to make you feel better?" He asks, his voice soft, hiding the undertone of lust he felt for her. Even when she's crying she's so pretty. When she nods, his hand starts creeping up her thigh until he reaches the hem of her panties.

When she questions what hes doing he just says something like "I'm helping you feel better. Isn't that what you want?" He asks, smiling at the small whimpers that leave her mouth as he rubs her clit through her pink panties. "See? It feels good doesn't it" he says, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves faster. Her soft moans and pleas only make him want her more.

And once he makes her cum once he just can't stop. He starts fingering her, most definitely taking her virginity. And when she complains about the pain, he just praises her softly. "I know baby, I know it hurts. You're doing such a good job princess. I promise it'll feel so good, even better than before". And he was right, soon she was moaning and whining while grinding her hips against his hand, only making him go faster. "That's it sweetheart, taking my fingers so well" 

And he doesn't stop until she on the verge of tears from the overstimulation. The second she catches her breath he lays her down on the bed, his hands immediately moving to unbutton his jeans to relieve his ranging hard on. "I know your tired baby, I'm only gonna take a minute okay?" He reassures you softly before sliding in, giving you time to adjust.

He knows that it hurts more than his fingers, and when you start crying from the pain he just kisses your cheek gently "hey, It's okay. I know it hurts darling. Just relax and let me take care of you okay? I'll protect you". He gives you extra time before moving in and out of you at a slow pace.

"Shh it's okay princess, it'll feel good soon" he says softly, thrusting a little faster. Soon she's squirming under him, begging to cum again. He fucks her a little faster, getting her closer to the edge. And when she finally does cum he talks her through it. "That's it baby, you look so pretty cumming on my cock. You're such a good girl for me. You're mine now aren't you? Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want?"

He moans out praises before he pulls out and moves to cum on her pretty face. He smiles when her tounge lolls out to lick the cum off of him, but when she comes back to reality she starts complaining about how he ruined her makeup.

He laughs softly at her reaction and cleans off her face with a towel before laying down beside her, pulling her into his arms. "I'm sorry I ruined your makeup, when I leave camp again I'll bring back all the makeup you want" he promises as he runs his fingers through her hair, loving the way she smiles up at him. Eventually after a few minutes of cuddles and praise, she closes her eyes and nuzzles into his chest. "Aww is my princess tired?" He teases softly. "Sleep baby, you deserve it" he kisses your forehead as she falls asleep in his arms. He had her in his grasp, and no one was going to take her away from him.

[stormblessed95]

Hi Stormblessed (dope name btw),

Don't know if this is the best place for this essay or the right time but I need to word-vomit this out, or I'm gonna be a JK-style spaced out zombie all day.

It's a truth universally acknowledged that a big part of the fandom tends to mis-characterize the members based on edits, fanfics and out-of-context clips. Something probably mostly to do with how social media platforms have been pushing for these short videos over the last few years. Why watch 300 hours of original content (some of which is behind a paywall) if you can get the gist of it (you think) from TikToks?

My particular point has to do with how that allows for the narrative (aka made up shit) especially around Jimin to grow. All of the members get that treatment, the maknaes worse due to their popularity, but due to how a big part of Army are also tkk shippers, Jimin is the one who's portrayal often skews more negative. The others' perceptions just are neutral or fantastical in a sense that they're more like badly written male leads. Don't get me wrong, solos throwing around bs is nothing singular to him but no one gets accused (said completely seriously btw) of sleeping his way into BTS or the release of his album.

After I saw this vitriol for the first time I had to actually sit down because wtf.

And then I started wondering why that is, and came to the conclusion that it is:

(Internalized) misogyny and sexism

Blatant homophobia

Jimin is the member the most obviously in tune of his femininity. He hasn't subscribed to gender norms for a decade at least, and once his hyper-masculine-esque persona from the debut days was dismissed, he ventured further. (That isn't to dismiss the growth they all have shown in that area.)

But antis, akgaes, Solos and shippers take that femininity and apply every stereotype and misogynistic idea to JM.

Traits they f.e. hate:

He is openly flirty with many people (members especially)

He is very physical, and touch is arguably one of his love languages and go-to way of comforting smn

He is pretty af and knows it

He's sensual and sexy and knows it

He's cute

He's sweet (aka a good fucking human)

But why does that make "them" hate him so much?

Because they have been taught that these traits in women (like themselves) are bad. What makes it worse, however, is that the men around JM all know these things to be true, acknowledge them as true and compliment him on them. In the case of JK (since this is about Jikook at the end of the day):

He loves flirty JM despite sometimes not knowing how to handle him (ehem the 'shameless convo'). He flirts back (fe the whole live where he was in bed begging for JM to come over)

Tkkers and such love pulling the "JK hates it" card. Which is nonsense, considering how he seeks JM's comfort when he's down (esp during concerts), actively cuddles JM (In The Soop) and never uses all his big muscles to shove JM but rather to just carry him around. Compare that to the jokingly disgusted face Yoongi pulls when Tae tries to hold his hand, and it becomes glaringly obvious that no one who says the members dislike touching each other has a leg to stand on. Calling it harassment goes so far beyond any line of sanity...

JK - like all of BTS - acknowledges that Jimin's beauty is simply out of this world. They are regularly stunned by his appearance

Just gonna point to JK's reaction to Filter, Blood Sweat & Tears, Black Swan, and Set Me Free pt 2 here. JK calls JM sexy so often it's hilarious

* inserts clip of absolutely WHIPPED JK after JM cutely punches him during that performance of Boy With Luv *. Also we know that "cute" his JK's type as he himself admitted.

Jimin has been Jungkook's comfort person for so long, and with such depth that he dedicated a whole trip and video to him. They care for each other so deeply that the only logical conclusion was to go to the military together.

Aka: he is all that they hate in the girls/women in their normal life so they can't do nothing but tear him down. They envy how comfortable he seems in his own skin, how easily he goes from sexy to cute, how loved he is by those around him. On top of that is how gay people are still perceived and treated by a lot of countries around the world. No matter what they say, being an army and shipping men doesn't make you automatically an ally and non-homophobic.

They treat Jimin like they would most likely treat the lgtbqia+ people in real life: something to be careful of, someone dishonest and slutty.

They conflate everything they hate about themselves and gay people and * boom * out come frankly terrifying tweets, fanfics and shit.

Contrast that with how these very same people fetishize the relationship between Tae and Jungkook - either viewing them like men who watch p_rn involving two women, or a self-insert with how little character they have - and that's the state of the army shipping community. They could be Barbie dolls getting smashed together and you wouldn't know the difference.

I'm not saying Jikookers are better in that, but the language they tend to use is incredibly different.

---

That was a lot.

To end on a sweet note: I saw a quote on Twitter "If you want to find out what someone fears losing, look at what they photograph."

And...well. that just screams Jikook

Hi! Thank you, I like my name too 🥰

And yeah, basically I agree. I think there is more to it as well, but that a lot of it could be boiled down to all this. And yeah, jikookers are just as guilty of this too, but not always in the same way. Sometimes in a way that is more fetishizing but is just as harmful. Take it from someone who has seen it all in my inbox from people who feel safe on anon 😂😂

Thanks for sharing! And your quote at the end is SOOOOO cute!

[13as07]

Elegant #2

(Shino Aburame Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to uttttate]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,948

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Subby Boy Shino

Handjob

Bedroom Toys: Vibrator

Begging

Oral (Fe/male Receiving)

Orgasm Denial

Nick Names: Good Boy, Mutt

Creampie

Breeding Kink

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     I can hear the buzzing of Shino's kikaichus from the bathroom, their wings flapping in response to their master's anxiety. "Ladybug?" He calls again, his impatience shining through as I adjust my lingerie. "Are you done changing yet?"

     With tonight being a special night, I decided to buy something new for the celebration. It's a pure white babydoll dress, string panties underneath the see-through material, and a short veil clipped into my hair again. Not my style but it's in the spirit of the day. Besides, Shino is going to be so flustered, it's going to be so adorable. "Yes, Love," I call back, fixing the veil again before I open the bathroom door.

     I make my way into the bedroom, taking the time to model in the doorway. As predicted, Shino's cheeks shift from his usual paleness to a soft pink to a bright red. "You... I... um..." he stutters, the lack of his sunglasses giving away his jumping sights.

"Do you like it?" I ask softly, taking slow steps into the room. Shino is sitting on the edge of the bed, with nothing but his very strained boxers on, giving me the answer to my question. "I'm waiting for an answer," I push, using my leg to spread his legs apart before I settle on my knees between them. "Do you like my new set?" I ask slower this time, rubbing my hand over the tent in his pants, making sure my touches are feather-light.

Shino shakes his head quickly, eyes jumping from my face to the hand toying with him. "I can't hear your head shake, Love."

"Yes," he breathes out, voice airy as his chest pumps faster. "You look... very elegant," he mutters, leaning back on his hands with his head tilted back as well.

"Thank you, Love," I coo, toying with the waistband of his boxers. "What should we do with our night?" I teasingly ask, knowing it's difficult for Shino to use his words.

"What?" He almost whines, head flipping up to look at me. "Ladybug... we're..." he lets out a huff, eyes intense as he looks down at me.

"We're what?" I continue, tugging his boxers down enough to let his penis spring out. I let my fingertip slide over his tip, keeping my touch light as I toy with his slit. "What do you want me to do?"

Shino looks like he's going to burst as his mouth stumbles, unable to form a sentence let alone a single word for a moment. "Y... you can... you can't... Ladybug?"

"I don't know what you want, Shino. I can't read your mind, you need to tell me." Again, he stumbles incoherent mumbles falling from him but no words to be found. "Well, since you don't want to do anything, I'll just take care of myself," I say, cutting off his mutters, and placing a sloppy kiss on his tip before I climb to my feet.

"Ladybug," he whines, blinking repeatedly as he watches my movements.

"Shino," I hum, crawling onto the bed. I situate myself, head resting on our pillows as I stretch out. I tug the nightstand drawer open, feeling around for my toy. When I find it, I tug it out, situating it between my legs before I turn it on. I use my vibrator to toy with myself through my underwear, quickly amping myself up as I play.

     "Ladybug," he calls again, moving around the bed so he can hover over me. "Don't do that."

     "Why?" I mutter, shoving my panties out of the way so I can press my toy against myself.

     Shino huffs, his long fingers wrapping around the wrist buried between my thighs. His eyes jump from my face to peak between my legs. "Knock it off," he tries again, using his hold on me to shake my hand.

     "Why?" I ask again between soft moans, my orgasm slowly building up.

     "The reason... the reason..." he puffs his pink cheeks out, the words caught in his throat. "I want to... stop it," Shino whines again, tugging my hand - and the toy I'm holding - away from my pussy.

     "Shino," I complain, the orgasm that was about to bust lost because of my whiney husband. "I already told you, that if you aren't going to tell me what you want, I'm going to take care of myself."

     "I want to..." he mumbles, eyes everting the fake glare I'm sending him. 

      "You want to what?" Shino lets out a mumble low enough that I catch the gist of what he wants but not loud enough that I can make out his words. "I can't hear you," I tell him, using my free hand to grip his face, forcing him to look at me.

     "I want to make you finish," he repeats a little louder this time, eyes still avoiding mine.

     "Ya, Love?" I ask, running my thumb over his bottom lip. His head eagerly shakes in agreement, eyes set on mine now. "How do you want to do that?"

     "I just... I want to... please?" Shino stutters out, eyes back to bouncing around my body.

     "Please what? What do you want to do to me?"

     "I want... you should let me... you... Ladybug?" A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as he struggles to form his words. I love seeing my oh-so-put-together partner fall apart over something as simple as asking to eat me out.

"What do you want, Love?" I ask again, dropping my hold on his face.

My fingers dip into my folds, coating them in my juices before I wrap them around Shino's dick. I slowly pump him, lathering his dick as my fingers slide up and down. "I want..." he starts again, his hold on my wrist tighter and his breath picking up again. "Please," he hisses out, eyes barring into mine again. "Just... please? Let me taste you, please?" He finally spills out, letting go of my wrist.

I let the toy tumble to the bed, bouncing both my hands up to cup Shino's face. "Of course, Love. Anything you want," I coo, littering kisses across the bridge of his nose.

He perks up at my approval, eagerly dipping down my body, settling his arms under my legs and his head between my thighs. Shino is a lover of action instead of words, and this is an action he's gotten quite good at over the years. And he knows it, even if he does like me reminding him.

Shino nuzzles my thigh for a while, his tongue occasionally sliding out to toy with me through my panties. "I want to taste you," he whines again, toying with the hems of underwear.

"I already told you yes," I mutter, letting my eyes flutter closed as I run my hand through his hair, my fingers focused on working his strands loose from the gel holding them down.

With my reversed approval, Shino tugs my panties off, shoving them off the bed before he buries his head between my legs again. He goes right to work, tongue eagerly licking at my clit. Soft noises spill from me as I'm toyed with, an occasional hiss spilling out when he probes my hole with the tip of my tongue.

"Ladybug," he whines, lifting his head a bit and ruining my orgasm for the second time today. "You're not watching."

"Sorry, Love," I mutter, fluttering my eyes open and shooting them downward. Once our eyes meet, Shino lowers his head again, eyes still stuck on mine as he sucks on my clit.

"Shino," I moan, trying to keep my hands gentle in his hair. He hums in acknowledgment, eyes flickering down to watch himself before jumping back up. He shifts, pressing himself against me more before his tongue shoves its way into my pussy. "Shino!" I hiss, locking my knees against his head, my orgasm spilling over from him sliding his tongue against my walls.

He stays put for a moment, lapping me up. Shino moves slowly, enjoying every drop of my juices he can before he pulls away from my cunt again. "Ladybug?"

"Hmm?" I hum, my hands being pulled up as he shifts. My eyes are half-lidded, trying to calm myself down but keeping my focus on Shino so he doesn't whine again.

"Did I do good?" He mutters, fingertips dipping under my outfit to toy with my hidden-away skin. One of his kikaichus spills over, crawling over my skin before Shino shoos it away. "Ladybug?"

"Yes, you did good."

"How good?"

"Really good, Love," I mutter, sitting up now that I've calmed down. Shino shifts onto his knees to make up for the change in my position, eyes eagerly eating at me as I move around. "Go back to how you were originally sitting," I order, sliding off the bed to position myself on my knees again.

Like the submissive boy he is, Shino shifts down the bed, sitting on the edge like he was when I first entered the room. I move forward, situated between his knees again. I tug his boxers down the rest of the way, leaving them on the floor. "Ladybug?"

"Shino?" I ask back, dipping my fingers into my pussy to use myself as lube again.

"Look at me," he whines again, tilting my head up. "Stop looking away."

"As you wish, Love," I murmur, wrapping my hand around his dick again. I do as he wants, keeping my eyes on his as I slide my hand up and down him. Shino's breath picks up, chest pumping as his neglected dick gets attention once again.

When my wrist starts to tire out, I switch my actions. I shift my head down, placing small licks across Shino's tip, making sure to move painfully slow over his slit. "Ladybug...you're... you're teasing," he huffs out, balling up our bedding in his fists.

"You poor thing," I mock, giving into his whines once again. I wrap my lips around his tip, sucking on it as I slide my fingertips over the rest of him.

Hissed breaths spill from him, trying to keep his noises silent. His hands jump from the bedding to mess with my veil. My focus shifts as I sink more of him into my mouth, rolling my tongue as I suck on him. Shino is a thin almost frail-looking man in every way but the size of his dick.

I let my spit spill out, running down what of him I can't take down my throat. I also switch my hands so I can continue jerking him off. "Ladybug... Look at me. You're not looking at me," he complains with rushed breaths, softly tugging on the veil caught in his grasp.

I mumble a sorry, the sound coming out as babble because my mouth is still wrapped around his dick. Shino is a very giving partner but he's a very needy partner too. Sometimes it feels like he takes forever to cum and it's not unusual for him not to finish once or twice a week because I just can't handle him any longer.

It doesn't take long for my jaw to start aching, the threat of it locking - again - knocking at the door. "I'm sorry, Love," I mutter, tugging him out of my mouth.

"It's alright," he mutters between huffy breaths, toying with the ends of my veil. "Can I... can we..." His cheeks puff out, getting tinted pink again.

"Can we what?" I ask, crawling into his lap. I position us, burying him between my folds as I grind against him. Both our breaths get jagged, Shino's tip rubbing against my clit. "What... what do you... want to do, Love?"

     Shino whines, clinging to my hips as I grind against him. "Ladybug... you're teasing... you shouldn't... can you... Ladybug?"

     "Can I what?" I ask, shifting so his tip teases my hole, popping just the head in before I lift myself off him to repeat the cycle.

     His hands squeeze my hips, more whines and babbles spilling from him. "Can you... you... please?"

     "Please what?" I ask, tipping his chin up so I can crash my lips against his. "What do you want me to do?" I press a kiss against Shino between each word, only making him whine more.

"Fuck me, please," he whispers, tongue almost hanging out of his mouth.

"As you wish, Love," I whisper back, slowly sliding his penis into me.

Shino stretches me out, almost painfully so. I swear no matter how many times I'm filled by this man, I'll never get used to him bottoming out in me. His hands crawl up my body, jumping up to cup my face. He shifts my head, forcing our eyes to connect. "Stop looking away from me," He almost cries, pouting as his breath picks up again.

"You're so needy aren't you?" I ask, shifting myself upward. I keep my movements slow as I shift up and down Shino's dick, giving myself time to adjust.

Shino's head shakes quickly, hands falling back down to my hips. "You're... you... faster?"

"Give me a second, Love," I mutter, sinking myself back down as I wrap my arms around his neck. "I need to adjust still."

"Help? I... can help?" He stumbles out, his hand tumbling from my face down to press his fingers against my clit.

"Yes, you can help," I giggle, decorating the side of his face with kisses. Again, Shino nods his head repeatedly, fingertips rubbing circles against my clit. "Good boy," I coo, shifting myself upward again before I clash back down. "Who's a good boy?"

"Me?" Shino mumbles, his nose running across my cheek. His nose bumps against mine before his lips crash against me.

"Yes, you," I agree when we pull apart, picking up my pace as I bounce on Shino's dick. It doesn't take long for a second orgasm to build up, the mix of my bouncing and his nimble fingers working it up. "My good boy," I coo again, hands jumping cling to his head as I come undone. "My good, good boy."

"I'm your good boy. I'm a good boy," he mutters, flipping us over. I'm pushed into the mattress, Shino pinning me to it as he continues to thrust into me. "Say it again. Please? Say it again," he mutters, hands crawling up my body in search of mine.

"You're my good boy," I repeat, lacing my fingers with his.

A pitched whine spills from him, his thrusts almost painful from his needy pace. "I'm a good boy, I'm your good boy, good boy," Shino says on repeat, rutting into me almost desperately, his ring digging into my fingers as he clings to my hand.

"Shino, my love," I call, my hips and pussy aching from our position. "You need to slow down or let me change positions."

"Yes ma'am," he mutters, pulling out before flipping me onto my stomach. Shino's dick dips back into me, his pace slower but thrusts still hard. "Look at me," he whines for the hundredth time, playing with the ends of my hair.

"My love," I mutter, moving myself onto all fours before I arch my back, tilting my head so I can look at him. "You're a needy boy."

"No," he whimpers, the hand not holding his weight slipping under my outfit to run over the curve of my spine. "I just... I like when... Ladybug."

"My good boy?"

Shino lets out another whine, his thrusts picking up more. His hand dips down, clinging to my waist to pull me backward. "You're... you are my wife..." he starts mumbling, his pace loses its rhythm. "So I don't... I can... inside you? Please?"

"Sure, Love."

He moves around, hips still working his dick in and out of me, both his hands digging into my sides under my lingerie. Shino is crushing into me now that he's not holding himself up, making my limbs give out. I'm pressed into the mattress, my needy husband still rutting into me, desperately trying to cum before my body gives out. "My wife... my wife... mine," he mutters, still thrusting into me, pace growing faster the longer he takes to finish.

"Yes, Shino. I'm your wife. Let's take a break though, okay?" I ask, knowing it'll leave him even more desperate but also knowing if we don't take a break my pussy is going to ache from overuse. It's a hard balance between wanting to listen to my body and wanting to let him finish.

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Shino's arms are wrapped around me, his whines spilling into my ear as he rubs his boner against my ass. "Wake up," he whines, tightening his hold around my stomach. "Please?"

"I'm awake," I murmur, rolling over in his hold so I can look at him. "You're needy tonight," I tease, resting my hand under his chin and running my thumb over his lips. "Does me being your wife get you that worked up?"

"Yes ma'am," he mutters, hands falling to my hips so he can position me on the tent in his boxers. Shino pants as he continues dry humping me, his breaths heavy and right in my ear as he gets himself off.

"Look at you, what a needy boy," I mock, sliding my hand between us so I can press against his boner. Another whine spills from him, hands tighter on my hips. "You're so desperate for my pussy you're humping me like a mutt."

"N... no," he whimpers, thrusting against my fingers.

"Oh, so you don't want sex then?" I ask, a smile tugging at my mouth as I pull my hand away from him.

"No!" He yelps, gripping my wrist and pulling my hand back down. "Please?" Shino asks, resting my hand on his erection again, pushing my touch against himself.

"Please what? What do you want, Love?" I ask, snaking my hand under his waistband so I can brush my fingertips over his dick.

"I want... to... to cum, please?"

"Oh ya? Is that what you want?" I tease, gripping his dick long enough to pull him out of his boxers before I go back to my feathery touches. Shino shakes his head like crazy. "Who's my good boy?" I ask, pulling my touch away before shoving my fingers into his mouth. "Love," I coo, enjoying the look of desperation on his face. "If you won't answer me I can't let you cum."

Shino babbles around my fingers, whining even more when I press down on his tongue. "I can't quite hear you, Love. Try again." More inaudible words and whines spill from him as he shifts back to grinding against me, his dick rubbing between my thighs as he whimpers. "Try one more time," I coo, tugging my fingers out of his mouth and wrapping them around his penis.

"I'm your good boy. Me. I'm a good boy," he rushes out between moans, his nails digging into my hips as I grip his dick.

I hum an approval, moving my hand faster as I shift forward. I nibble on Shino's neck, decorating his delicate skin with small bruises. "Who's my pretty husband?"

"Me," he whispers, clinging to my wrist, holding it still so he can use it to fuck himself. "I'm your pretty husband. It's me, I'm your husband," he whimpers, pressing crescents into my skin. "In you," he whispers, tugging my hand off of him.

"What do you want, Love?"

"In you. I want... inside... please? My wife... in my wife... cum, please?" Shino babbles, rolling on top of me, clinging to my wrists again. "Please?" He whines again, eyes glossed over and desperate as he looks down at me.

"I'm not prepped. You know I can't take you un-prepped."

Shino lets out a huff, crawling down my body and shoving his tongue against my clit. His tongue is hopelessly sliding through me, rolling back and forth to push my juices to flow and successfully pushing noises out from between my lips. "Now?" He asks after a few moments, lips and chin coated in my juices as he decorates my legs with desperate kisses.

"Yes, now, Love," I coo, rubbing my mess off his face. Shino shoves himself into me, moving slowly but roughly as he slides further and further in. His hands crawl up and down my sides, occasionally squeezing as he picks up his pace right where he left off. "My Love, you need to slow down a bit, or else I won't last long."

"No, no, no, no!" He whimpers, burying his head into my neck as he moves faster. "Please, no." Shino's whines are muffled by the sloppy kisses he's pressing into my neck. My warning has made him even more distressed, his pace is so fast I'm surprised he's not giving one of us a rug burn. 

     "Calm down, Love," I coo, one hand rubbing through his hair as my other one crawls around the bed in search of my forgotten toy. My fingertips slide across the material of it, wrapping around the vibrator before I tug it towards us.

     "I... I... no," he whines, wrapping his arms around me as I shift around. "Please, no. Just... just stay. I'll... I'll fix it after. Please? Stay put."

     I let out a soft giggle as I bend upward, turning the vibrator on low before resting it against his inner thigh. "Wh... what are... you doing?" Shino mutters, gently nibbling on my neck.

     "Helping you finish, Love," I hum, slowly inching the toy closer to his dick.

     I test it on the underside of his penis, resting it for a beat or two before pulling it away. "Hey," he breathes out, a hand shooting down to position the toy back in place. "That... that's... please?" Shino whines, nails digging into my wrist again.

     "As you wish, Love, but I need to shift positions. I'm starting to hurt."

     Shino babbles to himself, taking the vibrator from me before tugging me down the bed. He pulls out long enough to press my knee up, wrapping an arm around it to keep it in place. His other arm is hurried between us, holding the vibrator to the bottom of his dick again.

     His thrusts are as swallow as his breath, eyes fluttering like crazy as he stares down at me. "My wife," Shino mutters, his dick starting to twitch in me. "I'm... I'm... in my... wife... my wife," he continues to babble, letting the toy fall to the ground as he bottoms out in me.

     Shino pushes himself into me, resting against my spread-apart body, thrusting two or three times before he finally finishes. "My wife. Wife. Mine. My lady... Ladybug," he chatters, more babbles spill from him just as fast as his cum. It might be a lot of work to make my husband finish but it's so worth it. When he does finish, it's always enough to overflow my cunt.

     "I... I love... you," he mutters, continuing to thrust into me.

     "What are you doing, Love? You need to rest," I tell him, trying to squirm away from him.

     "I'm... I'm pushing my... my... into you. You're... you are my wife. You... you get my... my baby. You will have my baby," he huffs out, wrapping his other arm under my free leg, pushing me upward so he can thrust deeper.

     "Is that what you want, Love? To give your wife your baby?" Shino's breath is sharp and jagged as he shakes his head, desperation coating his face as he whines from the sensitivity of his dick. Well, I guess I know how we're going to spend our honeymoon.

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[ughgoaway]

Ok I just had an adorable thought. What if Annie asked Matty to play hairdresser and he said yes, which usually is just putting clips and ribbons in his hair and brushing it. But this time she's got hold of some scissors, maybe brought them home from school in her bag, and she cuts off the curls right at the front of his head so he has no choice but to get the buzz cut.

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oh my goddddd that is so fucking funny. I can very much see that happening!!! we all know Annie loves playing hairdresser, so it doesn't seem that crazy that she would commit to the role lol

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Annie thinks if he has a meeting, it's the perfect time to make his hair really different...

as soon as Annie runs in the door after school, she's asking to play hairdresser, matty has a meeting in an hour, so he says yes but tells her it has to be quick. She had gotten some new hair ties recently with little bows on them and was over the moon with them, so matty assumed that's why she was so excited.

he was very wrong.

you'd been making paper snowflakes today in school and teaching the kids how to use scissors correctly, so Annie took it upon herself to just... borrow some scissors - what could go wrong?

when Annie comes back with her little box of supplies and her school bag, matty doesn't question it. he just plops on the floor and prepares himself for a lot of tugging and pinning.

it starts off the same as it always does, Annie brushing some curls and pinning bits back. he feels the familiar hair clips and smiles at her careful placement. he hears her school bag unzip, but assumes she's just grabbing some bits that she left in her bag.

until he hears a very loud *snip* followed by nervous giggles and a gasp.

he spins around in shock at the noise and is met with Annie looking at him open-mouthed, a pair of scissors in one hand and a pile of curls in the other.

"No. no, no, no, please no. ohmygod-" matty runs to the bathroom and twists his head as much as he can in the mirror. and there it is, a massive boderline bald patch on the side of his head.

"fucking hell" he mummers to himself, pulling at the short strands of hair that remain.

"Daddy?" he hears a meek voice from the doorway speak and turns to see Annie standing there with tears in her eyes and a shaking lip.

fuck. he knows he's meant to hold in reactions like this around her, but his hair was such a massive part of his identity that he didn't even think before running off swearing.

"No, no, don't worry, baby, it's okay! it's fine!" matty says, crouching down and grabbing Annie's hands in his own. He quickly grabs the scissors and places them on the bathroom sink. he tries not to wince when he does the same with the pile of his hair, but can't help when his face scrunches a little bit.

seeing that obviously made Annie break into tears, sobbing and burying her head in mattys neck as she throws her arms around him. she's blubbering an apology, or at least trying to, "I'm so- sorr- sorry"

matty is shushing her and rubbing his hand up and down her back slowly, trying to keep her breathing even.

Once she's calmed down a little, she pulls her head out with a sniffle and looks at matty properly. she puts her hand up and plays with the short hair on the side, "wanted to do your hair properly, daddy," she explains.

matty nods and grabs her hand from his head, holding it gently as he talks, "I know baby, but playing with scissors isn't safe, okay? luckily, I'm okay. I just need a bit of a haircut, but you need to be careful, peanut."

when he joins the Zoom call a little bit later, all the boy's jaws drop at mattys shaved head.

she nods sadly, and mattys heart hurts at how obviously guilty she feels. He's determined to make her feel better, so he smiles and tickles her stomach, making her burst out in giggles immediately. he doesn't stop until the tears streaming down her cheeks are from laughing rather than sadness.

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george is the first to break the silence, "mate, are you going through another mid-life crisis?" Ross immediately bursts out laughing, and Hann still can't wipe the shocked look off his face.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. look, Annie got a little trigger happy with the scissors, so this is gonna be the look for a little while"

when he drops Annie off at school the next day, he is dreading your reaction. You'd recently started seeing each other in secret, and you had made it VERY clear his curls were one of your fav parts of him.

of course, this just makes them all laugh harder, and mattys finger hovers over the hang-up button. but luckily, they eventually stop cackling and start actually planning things. when Jamie joins 15 mins later, he just sighs heavily and doesn't say anything, used to mattys antics.

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so when you turn around to see him, your knees almost give out from under you. your eyes widen, and matty gives you a warning look, flicking his eyes down to Annie and shaking his head very slowly.

"oh hello you two! I like the um- new hair, Mr. Healy." Your voice is strained, and matty can see right through the fake smile painted on your face.

Annie giggles and quickly takes credit, "I did it miss y/n!!" she says happily, and it's then matty hands back the pair of scissors she stole yesterday. your eyes widen again, and you mouth "sorry" to matty, who just waves you off before running his fingers through his hair, or lack thereof.

"Go on in peanut, I'll see you after school - okay?" matty pats Annie's back, and she quite happily runs off into the classroom.

luckily, matty is always late to school, so the playground is empty for you to mourn the curls.

"ohmygod. what has she DONE? I miss them already :((((" you pout, putting your hands on the side of his head and pulling at what little hair he has.

"I know. As soon as she did it, i knew you wouldn't be happy." he smiles as you study his head, pouting the longer you look at it. its then matty starts to get a little self-conscious. Would you break up with him over something as trivial as hair? would it even be a breakup? you guys aren't official or anything, so he couldn't even really be upset if you stopped seeing him.

"Lucky you've got such a pretty face. Otherwise, you could never get away with this," you smile, accidentally reassuring matty. you move your hands to cup his cheeks, feeling them grow hot under your hands at the compliment.

matty twists his hands and presses a kiss to your palm quickly, smiling the whole time. "Ah, says you, you've got the prettiest face." he grins and goes to pull you in by the waist for a quick kiss, but a far away door banging pulls you two away from each other like you've been electrocuted.

"Right, I better go teach," you say, turning around to open your classroom door. You turn back with a crestfallen look, and matty quickly asks, "What's wrong, baby?"

he's shocked you're still able to wrong foot him when he feels like he knows you so well, he grins and spins around to walk to the car, and the smile doesn't leave his lips all day.

you pout and say, "just realised I have nothing to pull at now in bed. you better start taking some hair growth pills asap" you wink and shut the door behind you, giving matty a cheeky wave as you do.

(or it lasts until he gets to the studio and Ross makes fun of him for joining the bald brigade)

[the-sky-queen]

Does your After Today AU have any designs for their real counterparts? 👀👉👈

I DIDN'T HAVE DESIGNS BUT I SAW THIS AND DIDN'T WANNA LEAVE YOU HANGING SO I SKETCHED THEM OUT AS FAST AS I COULD!!! They are very rough sketches though, so apologies if they don't look the best. (Also ran out of room for Silver and Blaze, so I'll just explain what I'm thinking for them.)

Starting with Sonic, we've got our pretty standard Nicky look with slightly different bangs, though no glasses for this boy. But I think the hoodie is still red. Also, I made his quills much shorter than Hero!Sonic's quills. This boy isn't fighting evil every day, he has no reason to make sure he can cut through solid metal with his hair. XD

For Tails, I changed his bangs because I can't draw his canon bangs for the life of me. (Or Amy's for that matter.) I was thinking for his shirt that he's wearing some kind of baseball jersey. We can let this kid play sports, as a treat. :D The number two is obviously a reference to his two tails, which yes, I let him keep! I figured since it's a mutation, it would probably still happen in the real world. The only difference is he can't fly with them. I also gave Tails glasses because yes.

With Knuckles, I tried my best to make him tall and bulky, since he's a football player. So basically, the Boom Knuckles look except not quite that exaggerated. Gave him a scar that he probably got during practice one day, but mostly because I really like giving characters scars. XD And then he's got a skull t-shirt and some shorts because he's a tough sports guy.

For Amy, I debated hard on what expression she should be making, and I ultimately decided on an indifferent pose because of character arc thingies I have in mind for her. :3 Changed her bangs, changed her hair a bit, and gave her a long sleeve shirt with a heart. She's a cheerleader with some cutesy clothes, not much else to say. (Also she's looking at her phone if you couldn't tell.)

Rouge was pretty fun because I LOVE putting her in outfits. Gave her bangs because I'm a Rouge bangs truther. She's wearing what I hope are some stylish popular girl type clothes complete with way too many bracelets on each wrist. (pretend she's wearing more than she is) And then some high heels to top it off! Also let her pierce her ears twice because why not.

Shadow's wearing a hoodie like Sonic, but his has some patterns! I think his hoodie would be dark gray with those stripes being red. He doesn't have red stripes on his quills since he isn't the Ultimate Lifeform, though I think he can keep his red eyes. Also gave him some emo bangs for fun.

Moving on to describing the ones I didn't get to draw! For Silver, I think he's wearing all white clothes. I'm kinda picturing a jacket with some puffy white fur around the hood kinda like the jacket I drew here. Also, I think he's wearing sunglasses, like he's too cool for this world. XD

And then for Blaze, she's a foreign exchange student and I'm thinking she's from Japan. So, I think it would be really cool and pretty if she wore a kimono! Maybe she's got her hair up in a bun with a pretty accessory/clip of some kind to keep it tidy.

Anyway, yeah! Those are my basic thoughts for everyone's designs! :D Hope you like em!

[rainintheevening]

West - Part II

Time moves slow

It's been a year, it's been forever, it's been a day, he feels as if he could walk down to the station right this moment and Peter would be there waiting on the platform to say goodbye. He closes his eyes, and sees Peter smiling at him, feels the hands on his shoulders and the warm kiss on his forehead. And then it blurs, he can't remember the last thing Peter said to him, he can't remember if they hugged or shook hands last, he'd told Peter he loved him, hadn't he?

When half of your heart has yet to come home

He hears the whistle of a train through the open classroom window, and it comes back like a flash, Peter leaning out of the carriage to wave, and something snapping, Ed's heart tearing out of his chest, words spilling out in a wild cry, carrying over the sound of wheels turning and steam hissing and steel track shifting. "I love you! I love you, Pete! Please! Don't forget! Don't die! I love you!"

He had run after the train, run to the edge of the platform, where he was forced to stop, but his heart hadn't, and he'd listened for a long time till he was sure he could hear nothing more.

Every minute's adding up

I miss you, Ed. It's like losing a limb, I've found. I can do without you, but nothing is the same and everything's harder. Remember Acamus—how he complained for years afterward, always grumbling about needing another hand?

And leaving a mark on us

There are scars on the back of Ed’s hand, where one of the falcons had grabbed him, and they weren't there a year ago, Peter hasn't seen those, and how many scars does Peter have now? How many places where the skin had mended imperfectly? How many marks Edmund does not know the origin of?

He wonders sometimes.

I can't get you out of my mind

They aren't on the list Mother gave him, but he buys carrots at the green grocers, the short fat ones Peter likes, and doesn't remember till he's halfway home.

I can't get you out of my mind

"Hullo, Ed," calls Benjy from down the street. "How's tricks?"

"Oh, Peter's alright," Ed says, swinging around with a smile, squinting in the sun. "Getting sent to Palastine for a bit; says that should be interesting."

I can't get you out of my mind

He has a whole book of maps of Palestine and the Middle East from Professor Kirke— maps from the time of Abraham, to the conquest of Joshua, to the time of Jesus—and he writes: Tell us all about Jerusalem, if you get there.

I solemnly swear

I'm not going to tell you to remember anything this time, brother. Just know that I feel your pain, and grieve Hans's death as deeply as you. He was a faithful friend to you, and I was always grateful to know he had your back. I'm here, at home, sitting at our desk, and there's a summer thunderstorm banging around outside, though the rain on the roof sounds nice. I'm safe, I promise.

I swear that I'll never try

"Is Peter still over there?" Colin asks when they meet on the platform in a crowd of school boys, and there's a weight, a weariness in Edmund's clipped reply: "Yes. Why?"

The younger boy hesitates, before: "Well, I rather wish he'd come back so you'd be happy again."

We'll be just fine

He aces his School Cert, he's sure, though he won't know until the end of term what his marks actually were. But Master Walsh looks very pleased the day after, and tells him, "Keeping up the family name, I dare say."

Ed glows inside as he goes down to supper.

We'll be just fine

Rags and Tarek are fast friends now, and I can see she'll be in a good hands whenever I leave. She sleeps with him, on his mat under my cot. I've tried to make him sleep with the cook, since he is on kitchen duty, but he refuses, and I won't let him be chained or locked up. He's such a good kid otherwise, nobody really minds. When he's not on KP, he follows me everywhere, like a shadow. Tarek, though. It means 'morning star'.

We'll be just fine

Took Rose out for a gallop all the way up to the tor. Sun was out and made it warm, and with a few late heather blooming, the moor was quite beautiful. Took a lunch and a hymn book; went over my tenor parts and the solo for choir. Sounds boring when I write it out like that, but I know you like to hear that sort of thing.

I know that we will

He does not cry on the second Christmas without Peter. He stands in church with his arm around Lucy, and they sing loud and clear and triumphant, Then tolled the bells, more loud and deep / God is not dead, nor doth He sleep. He laughs at Susan's stories from the hospital over Christmas dinner, and listens to Eustace breathing across the room as they fall asleep.

Somewhere out there on a dusty military base, Peter is falling asleep in his cot, and thinking of home.

We'll be just fine

The lines march across the maps, week in, week out. Pushing further and further toward and into Germany. He marks with a pencil and a steady hand. Places the one pin with the little lion head flag squarely in Belgium.

A sense of excitement builds in the boys who cluster round that wall of the Sixth Form common room, an air of hope, a taste of victory.

We'll be just fine

He kneels by his bed, letter cupped in his hands, and his lips move but no sound comes, as his heart reaches for the aching one that bleeds through in ink. Peter marches head on into the maw of the dragon, and Edmund can only beg the Lion of Judah to go ahead of him.

It's a matter of time

The chapel bells ring wild and clamorous, and the courtyard is flooded with boys doing their best to imitate them. In the middle of the unrestrained celebration, Edmund Pevensie pauses, stands still, looks up to search the May sky. He smiles, tired and worn and battlescarred, recalling victory cheers of years past, the rattle of swords on shields and the cheerful yowls of the big cats. He remembers the longing to ride home again. He remembers standing above Cair Paravel's gate, and seeing the white unicorn spring forward into a gallop.

He gets tackled into the dirt by Colin and Fred and Pat, and then he's laughing with the rest of them.

Till our compass stands still

He stands on the platform, hands in his pockets, quite still, hat pulled low in the summer drizzle. But his eyes keep moving, scanning, searching, face after face, skipping from one to another, and finding no satisfaction. Until... just dismounting the first carriage, tall, clean shaven, officer's uniform, hat in his hand, rain in his golden-brown hair, blue eyes all weary and laughing that lock onto Edmund's, go wide with startled light.

They are magnets, drawn together through the crowd, and he knows Peter is shouting, but Ed has no breath as he is wrapped in his brother's embrace, crushed against the broad chest of his king, his captain, his best friend in all the wide worlds. He clings to Peter, and weeps for a long time.

Till our compass stands still

The maps are forgotten in the dark, and he traces no lines, measures no distance, for the great heart beats against his spine, and the warm breath brushes the back of his neck, and they will sleep safe together tonight. He is here, and Peter is here.

They are home.

[leoncillo]

A little risque but SFW, GN reader, Black reader, Zohakuten best fashionista

You notice the boys have been a bit listless so you decide to take them out. But individually. It must be tiring always being part of a group, right?

Itadakimasu! *Hides face in hands and runs away*

Karaku

"Babeee, it's still day time. And we had a long mission last night. Le'me sleep" said Karaku covering his face with the blanket as you tried to rouse him awake.

"I know, I know. But our date is tonight and I need you to take this pill before then."

"What does it do?" he asked, lowering the blanket enough to see his narrowed, suspicious eyes.

"Lady Tamayo said it'll let you have human food for a day without getting sick. But you have to take it hours in advance."

In seconds, Karaku took the pill from your hands, tossed it down his throat, and went back to sleeping. "Okay. Good morning. Bye!" he shouted, smacking your ass to get you to leave the room.

You thought about slamming the door on your way out, but didn't wanna hear Sekido's mouth. "I swear these men get more rude every day" you pouted, "but this is going perfectly", your pout melted into a malicious grin.

Somewhere out there Hantengu's main body shivered in unbridled fear.

"Now what to wear? Maybe Zohakuten has an idea." I can't believe that child has that good of a fashion sense. Granted he's like 1000 years old, but still.

The night came quicker than you expected. For this date, you needed to wear something that wasn't too complicated and constricting. You decided on a dark green pantsuit and black open toed espadrille heels. You kept your hair simple with a loose braid down your back and a matching green headband.

You waited at the door with the other three brothers wondering what was keeping Karaku. Zohakuten must've had his work cut out for him.

You were proven wrong when Karaku appeared at the top of the stairs and struck a Jojo pose.

Or he's just a goddamn diva!

You had to admit he looked good though. He had on a short sleeve green and white pinstriped silk button up (top buttons unbuttoned of course), slouchy black pants, and crisp, white canvas shoes. His unruly hair was contained, but wavy and voluminous and swept away from his face. An ear cuff with a leaf shaped charm and emerald stone in the center was clipped to his right ear and a silver ring on each ring finger.

"Well aren't you fancy tonight?" you grinned as he arrogantly made his way down the stairs.

"I gotta keep up with you, don't I?" he said as he grabbed your hand, kissed it, and winked.

Oh he's good.

"You're so dramatic! Don't fuck up and embarrass them!" said Sekido.

"Make sure you're a gentleman the whole time" said Aizetsu.

"Ooh what's that shiny thing on your ear? Can I have one for my date?!" said Urogi.

"Yeah yeah yeah! I know what I'm doing! Let's go, y/n" he said rushing you outside before his brothers had anything else to say.

He seemed eager as you pulled up to the hotel. The lights were blinding. There was a huge fountain in front with backlights of various colors, a statue of a naked goddess, a digital marcee showcasing some of the specials and deals on rooms, and even a valet service.

"It's a hotel AND restaurant? So after we eat we don't even have to leave to go fu-"

"Aht! The point of today is to show you that there are different ways to feel pleasure than just sex. Like food."

The inside of the building was even more spectacular than the outside. A river of water filled with koi snaked through the floors of the rooms, small bridges were placed for patrons to step over it when necessary. There was a live band and traditional Japanese dancers.

"Wow this place is awesome! I hope the food lives up to everything else. I didn't eat all day just for this!" said Karaku as the two of you were led to your private area.

"I really hope you like at least some of it", you said suddenly feeling nervous, "It's been forever since you've gotten to experience human food...well I guess you never have, huh?"

"Hey, that is right! We only manifested after the main body became a demon. Hm. I never thought about it before" said Karaku looking around excitedly, "How do we order?"

You jumped at the question. "O-Oh I ordered ahead of time so that way it wouldn't be a long wait before we got to eat. I should go check on all of that. You just stay here and get comfortable, baby" you said before you zoomed off through the door.

After 15 minutes, you still hadn't returned. Karaku was about to go check on you before a dinner bell was rung and a long cart covered in a black cloth was rolled to your booth. The tray was oddly human shaped. He wondered why he had to take that pill if they were just gonna serve him human anyway, but he just shrugged it off and went to take a sip of water. Food was food.

"I would like to present you with our signature special", said the waiter before he quickly removed the cloth only to reveal your naked body. Your more private parts covered by small trays of food and dips. The waiter promptly bowed and left the room with a straight face as if he was numb to it all by now.

Karaku choked on the water and had a small coughing fit, nearly falling out of his chair.

"Uh. Hi. Bone apple teeth" you said when he finally got a hold of himself.

He clasped his hands together in front of his face and took a deep inhale and exhale before gesturing at the scene before him. He opened his mouth to speak only to close it again. You could practically hear the dial up internet beeping in his head.

"Oh no. I broke him" you said to yourself.

Unfortunately for you, he recovered quickly and broke into a huge grin.

"Aww babe. You're treating me to dinner?" he said rubbing his hands together, "and even the plate....is edible" he continued as he looked you directly in the eyes and licked his lips.

You gulped. You knew he meant metaphorically, but you also realized HAD he wanted to eat you literally, you practically just seasoned yourself. Congratulations. Millions of years of human evolution for these exact reasons and you serve yourself to an apex predator on a silver platter.

Aw shit.

"Now what should I try first? None of these look familiar" he looked over his options excitedly.

"Maybe start with a piece of sashimi?" you gestured towards the slices of fish near your sternum. "I like them with soy sauce"

You watched his eyes light up as he practically whimpered at the combination. "Ooh that's good. The texture is a bit weird, though. What's this?"

He went to bring the maki roll dipped in soy sauce to his mouth, but a drop of it landed on the middle of your chest. You shuddered as it started to drip towards your collarbone.

"Oh jeez. Maybe I should ask for more napkiiiiiins!" you yelped as he quickly licked a line from the drop all the way up to your ear.

"Nah I think we're good here. Don't you?" he asked, pupils blown wide and the "upper four" getting harder to read.

After quite a bit of food, Karaku finally put his chopsticks down and stretched in his chair. You were thankfully NOT eaten, but you were gonna have to have a talk about the bite marks on your thighs and shoulders that he "accidentally" made.

"Wow, I couldn't eat another bite. This was fun, y/n! Next time can we try pizza? I've always wondered what it tastes like."

A waiter came in to offer you a robe to change into before heading to your room. "So will we be skipping dessert tonight or shall I bring the dessert menu?" asked the waiter.

"I think we're goo-ahhh" you tried to say before Karaku threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"I'm just gonna take my dessert to go. Where's our room?"

"What? I thought you said you were full!"

"Babe, there's always room for dessert."

You couldn't walk straight for 3 days after.

[legendofmorons]

Could i request a oneshot with spooky? The short head cannon/list post made me fall in love with them!!!

Like it could be just the post but in oneshot or spooky somehow manadging to hurt yiga a monster or dark link badly, aka protecting the chain + reader ^-^

-a shy annon

You sure can! I am always happy to write anything to do with the boys or cats, so getting to do both is a huge plus!

Spooky: the loveable panther (Spooky, Chain)

Paring: Spooky & Chain & Reader

Rating: G

Summary: When you fall asleep on first watch, Spooky picks up some slack and takes out a Yiga Blademaster

Warnings: cannon typical violence

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know.

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You had a bad feeling all week, something thing has been watching you. Everyone's knows it. Even Spooky knows. They aren't going more than a mile away from you in any direction.

Wild has set up the cooking pot to make dinner while the others all go over suppliers or handle mild injuries.

You and Wind are told to go to town and get more bombs, arrows, and some extra fabric. Which is fine.

Spooky follows you, because why wouldn't they? You're their person, the really like wind, and also the group is more protected than just you and Wind.

Their tail lashes side to side as they walk between you and the tree line. Eyes scanning as they move.

Besides, having Spooky with you makes merchants give you a better price. You and Legend think it's because they're scared that you'll have them attacked otherwise.

Wind flits from stall to stall, occasionally swiping paperclips when he can, something about causing as much chaos without damage as he can.

You're just glad it's paper clips this time instead of the fiasco that he caused last time. You can't handle him swiping that many cucoos ever again. Fifty is too many to hide inside an inn room.

When he isn't swiping paperclips, Wind is petting Spooky and cooing sweet things at the overly large cat.

You stop at the general store, knowing they'll probably have most of what you want.

You gather what you came for, paying a very reasonable price before you pat Spooky's head as thanks for helping.

Wind leads you all back to camp, flitting from side to side of the road as he tries to get a better look at the birds in the trees.

The walk is long but not the worst.

Dinner is ready when you get home, and Wild immediately slips Spooky a good chunk of raw deer.

"Hey, Spooks. Did you have fun?" Wild asks as he pets behind their ears.

Spooky just leans their entire weight into the attention, acting like an oversized housecat more than anything.

"Yeah? Did you keep Wind and (Y/n) outta trouble?"

Spooky gives a yawn at the question.

You move away from the champion and settle onto a log, bowl of stew in hand as the others talk around you.

Spooky comes to lay by your feet, falling asleep quickly. The panther snores like a housecat- just at a deeper pitch.

"Hey, (Y/n)," Time says as he sits opposite of you, "Did you get everything?"

"We did. Wind caused the typical trouble."

Time shakes his head with a soft upturn to his lips. He never really dissuades Wind, usually helping him silently from the sidelines.

"Of course. "

"We got really good deals today, Spooky was super helpful." You say, a little petty and loving to take every opportunity to point out how awesome Spooky is.

Becuase certain people were against bringing Spooky along. Those people have shut up. Becuase Spooky is a good kitty who hunts for you all.

Your eyes land back on the sleeping panther pinning you in place with their arms and head.

"That's good." Time says with a smile, entirely too fond of you and Wind and Spooky going to be a chaotic trio.

"We should probably get to bed early, the last week has been draining for all of us." You say, "I'll take first watch."

"You for have to -" Time tries to argue, ever the adult.

"Spooky is on my feet. I can't get up. Please just let me take the first watch."

"Okay." Time says while trying not to laugh at you.

It's comical really, letting the creature use your feet as a pillow. The way their head almost completely rests on both your feet.

Wind comes and sits down next to you, slipping Spooky a hunk of meat in greeting. You tried telling him and Wild both that they don't have to slip treats to Spooky all the time.

The two had only given offended looks and held eye contact while doing it again.

The others talk for a while as you zone out, letting your brain rest before you take watch. You probability need to grab a scratching post or something for Spooky...

Do giant cats like scratching posts?

You watch the fire as sleep creeps up on you.

The fireflies light up around you as you try to stay awake.

The panther purring on your feet does not help. Becuase everyone knows that a purring cat is a tranquilizer for most people.

Spooky wakes you with a yowl as they launch at a large figure. Their teeth truly terrifying as they bite the enemy's arm.

"Oh son of a -" your curse is cut off by Spooky's snarl as they dig in harder with their teeth.

You rush to grab your sword and watch as the enemy throws Spooky into a tree.

A truly unforgivable choice.

"Hey! That's my cat, you asshole!" You call loudly, as you charge with a sword.

You get knocked aside without effort as they block you.

You land next to Warriors with a thump and a groan, smacking his nose with your sprawling arm.

"What's going on?" Warriors demands as he starts to reach for his sword.

"Blademaster!" You shriek as you push up onto a damaged ankle.

Spooky launches at the enemy again just to get knocked aside.

You watch enraged as the others start waking up and grabbing weapons. This bastard hurt your cat and woke up the boys!

Wind charges forward as he is blinded bh rages, "That's my friend, you ass hat!"

The blade master throws Wind aside, too. And the groan the young teen lets out is more than concerning. Causing Warriors to rush to the boy.

Hyruld follows the captain's lead, hands already giving off blue light.

You charge at the figure only to be knocked to the ground by Spooky using your back as a place to vault off of.

Spooky jumps off your back and towards the blademasger, mauling him so viciously and quickly he can’t even fight.

He dies with a gurgle as Spooky rips his throat out before dropping it with nothing but disdain at your feet.

You smile softly, kneeling on an upset leg to praise and pet your cat.

"Good job baby." You coo, scratching their ear, "You're so good!"

You feel so loved, Spooky saved you!

Becuase everyone knows murdering enemies is the best love language.

[msfcatlover]

OH BOY, GUESS WHO GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN!

Fuck it, I'm posting this one to AO3. It's self-contained and I'm proud of it.

For the record, ASL is Cass's primary (not body language) language in this. She uses her voice for emphasis, or for when people don't understand her signs and she wants to make sure they understand her (as long as it's cooperating. Words are hard sometimes.)

(Also, some sounds are just fun to say, but that's neither here nor there.)

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Dick doesn’t meet Cassandra Wayne until he’s been living with her for almost a year. He thought he did, because he’d seen so many different sides of Cass (lounging around the house in workout clothes, silent & terrifying by his side as Batman, the harsh teacher & the gentle sister, telling deadpan jokes that usually make Dick double-take before he nearly falls over laughing,) but he never met Bruce Wayne’s Daughter, Cassandra Wayne until the first time his school called her.

Fighting, of course. Because children are cruel, and Dick refuses to just lay down & take it. It’s worse now that Bruce is dead. Before, Dick was just Bruce’s latest acquisition in a long line of assorted foster children, and everyone knew he was there to stay. Now… Dick heard Duke arguing with his service worker to keep Dick at the manor, trying to convince her that Dick shouldn’t be moved to a different placement during such a traumatic time, that the manor & the people in it were still all vetted as a safe place for Dick, even if someone else needed to file for guardianship. Dick’s pretty sure the only reason he’s still sleeping in his own bed is the kind of publicity the Waynes could bring down if someone tried to take Dick away.

(The other kids know it too. Just like they know Bruce’s kids never asked to be saddled with Dick. Just like they know Dick is new, and difficult, and doesn’t belong. They’re happy to tell Dick about it, no matter how many times he shuts them up with his fists.)

Normally, it would be Duke who answered the call, since he’s the one most likely to be awake at any point during the day. Duke will walk in, all casual power & disarming snark, charm the secretaries, dance circles around the other parents, get Dick’s punishment lowered, and then take Dick out for ice cream. Sometimes it will be Damian, who comes in like an ice storm, fury painted across every line of his form, and who will spend at least 10min locked in the principal’s office yelling at people. After, Damian bundles Dick off to the car, and then just sits there with his forehead pressed against the wheel for a minute before even looking over. “Don’t repeat any of what I said in there, okay?” And Dick will agree, and then they’ll go to the park.

That’s what Dick’s expecting: one of his new "brothers," come to talk to the adults and get Dick out of trouble. He did not expect Miss Cassandra Wayne, in all her glory.

She opens the door like she’s disgusted she even has to touch it, pushing it away the second she can so that a soft open turns into a sudden bang. Her hair is slicked back from her face, product taming the usual messy fly-aways, giving a severity to her expression Dick’s never seen before. She’s wearing a suit with a tight pencil skirt that makes her normally loping stride into something short & clipped, amplified even more by a pair of silver stiletto heels so narrow you could probably stab someone with them. Dark lipstick draws attention to the annoyed press of her mouth, diamonds glitter at her ears & throat, and her eyeliner is sharp enough to kill a man. Dick hasn't seen her wear makeup since the funeral. He can't remember seeing her wear jewelry at all.

She doesn’t look at the principal. She walks right past them, past the parents & other children, to Dick in the far corner. Cassandra Wayne crouches down in front of him, her face softening. She lifts one hand to Dick’s cheek, wiping away a tear that isn’t there and brushing her thumb over an already blossoming bruise. With her other hand, she signs to Dick, asking if he’s okay.

Dick’s hands are shaking. If he lifts one to tell her he’s fine, everyone will see it. He nods stiffly instead.

Cassandra’s eyes narrow. “Who started it?” she asks Dick, still without opening her mouth.

What’s Dick supposed to say? He’s the one who threw the first punch. They deserved it. The things they said… Dick doesn’t know how to make people be better, but he can make them regret being shit. And it’s a lot harder to pronounce slurs with a split lip or bitten tongue.

Cass reads him. The shame in Dick’s shoulders, the still-simmering anger in his clenched fists & jaw, the fear in his small swallow & the way he won’t meet her eyes. When one of the others asks if they can get on with it, she sees Dick’s flinch and the way he fights not to curl in on himself, to not give them the satisfaction of seeing his misery.

“What did they say?” Cassandra asks Dick. He wouldn’t repeat it, even if he knew the signs.

“Some of us have work—“ one of the parents says, and Cassandra’s hand swings back, snapping shut in a “No” that you don’t have to know a single sign to understand; so fast & so sharp, it looks more like a closing mouth. (The parent does, in fact, shut his mouth.)

Cassandra brings her hand back around. “What do you need?”

Maybe Dick is going to cry. “I’m so tired,” he tells her, the hand movements tiny like a whisper, but his whole body sagging into the emotion. “I want to go home.”

Cassandra Wayne nods once and stands. She looks at the principal like he’s something she'll have to scrape off her shoe, and she's not looking forward to the experience.

“I don’t see what’s so complicated,” Cassandra Wayne says, voicing her words for the first time. “We have reported this bullying problem before. Many times. Too many times. My child should not be in this office twice a week because you—“ she points at the principal, “—can’t enforce your own rules.”

Several jaws drop around the room. (Dick's is very nearly one of them.)

“Mr. Grayson—“ the principal starts.

“Doesn’t mock his classmates for their grief or call their family slurs,” Cassandra Wayne cuts him off. “Anyone who can’t manage to enforce that basic level of dignity doesn’t deserve to be called a ‘teacher.’” Her eyes flick to the side, sizing up the other adults in the room. “Or ‘parent.’”

“My daughter has a black eye—“

“Richard has a fractured cheekbone. And a history of being verbally assaulted by the students at this school.” Cassandra Wayne tilts her head slightly. “If you want to make this a legal battle, go ahead. You won’t win.”

Spluttering. The parents appear to have forgotten English. Or any other language.

The principal stands. “There’s no need to bring lawyers into this. But we cannot have a violent child at this school.”

“Then you don’t.”

“What?”

Cassandra Wayne lifts her chin, somehow staring down her nose at a group of people who are all taller than her. “You don’t. Richard is no longer your concern. Focus on your bullying problem.” She holds out one hand towards Dick without looking. He scrambles out of his chair to grab on. “Other schools will be happy to have him as a student.”

“You can’t just—“

“I can.”

Cassandra Wayne turns her back on the principal and leads Dick out the door, parting the parents before her. Dick has to half-jog to keep up with her the whole way out of the building. Despite her speed, Cassandra never once tugs or pulls on Dick, and he’s gone faster for longer in training & patrol; by the time they reach the limo, Dick’s not even winded.

Cassandra Wayne opens the door for Dick, then follows him inside.

Cass half-flops onto the seat beside Dick, slamming the door behind her. “Bullshit!” she signs, blowing a raspberry at the same time. Dick giggles. Cass smiles at him. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Dick says, hand & voice at the same time. She knows already, but she still relaxes at the words.

“We should’ve pulled you out weeks ago. Those idiots!” Dick giggles again as Cass’s hand goes from gesturing at the school to thumping against her forehead.

“Probably,” Dick agrees with her. He kicks his feet. “Can you actually pull me out, though? Don’t you need Duke for that?”

“Duke will agree with me if he knows what’s good for him.” Cass huffs. “Anyway, we both signed the papers. You’re mine as much as his.” She looks very pleased with herself.

Warmth bubbles up inside Dick’s chest. “Oh. That’s good. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.”

Cass laughs. “We’re Waynes.” She finger-spells the name for emphasis.

Something about that, the casual inclusion, the ease with which she throws her name to him, cuts deep. Dick must show something, because suddenly Cass is turned towards him, facing Dick full-on so he can see her serious face. She speaks & signs at the same time, her voice slow & clear, hands measured & precise.

“Those people—" (She signs idiots again.) "—don't know our family. No one does. You're one of us, whether you take the name or not.”

Cass takes Dick’s hands in hers. “You’re my brother,” she says softly, earnest truth radiating from every part of her body. “We care about you.”

It’s a lot.

It’s too much.

Dick’s chest is doing something painful, Dick’s eyes are burning, and Dick can’t stop the tears from spilling out down his cheeks. Dick’s voice is stuck in his throat, his hands curl into inexpressive fists to uselessly wipe the tears away. He doesn’t know what to say—

Cass wraps her arms around Dick and pulls him onto her lap. She strokes his hair and shushes his sobs, ignoring the tears & snot ruining her best business suit.

(Cass isn’t quite sure if she’s said the right thing—tears can be good or bad, and Dick’s feeling so much right now—until she catches Alfred’s eye in the rear view mirror. He’s a little misty-eyed himself, and giving her the proudest smile she’s seen in years. Cass smiles back, then turns her attention back to Dick. It’s nice to know she’s on the right path.)

[bird-inacage]

Ah I LOVE your posts, thank you so much for writing them!

I wanted to ask your opinion of that scene in the trailer, where Ray and Sand seem to be in a class (at 1:40 in the trailer) and Ray says something like 'now that you stepped into my life, I won't let you walk away' I find Sand's expression interesting!

I am guessing it's gonna be after Sand has distanced himself (I am also guessing it's after their fights in the trailer) but I wanted to read your opinion!

Thank you either way and again, I love your insights a lot ^^

Hello Anon!

Thank you so much for your lovely and generous message, and taking the time to read my posts❤️

I assume you're referring to this scene? Ooh, now this did jump out to me when I first watched the trailer too because it seems to mark a turning point. A turning point where Ray is potentially ready to pursue Sand back.

My assumption would be the same as yours. This likely takes place after a massive argument or confrontation. After which Sand has finally decided to give up on trying to get answers from Ray. Based on the fieriness of those fights, Ray is very hard to reason with once he gets that angry. Not only do the arguments blow up in Sand's face, but Ray often seems to be the one storming off, leaving him hanging and none the wiser.

Now I imagine that at this point, Sand is tired. The poor man has tried to be patient. He's probably given Ray chances to explain himself. And when all else failed, he decided to directly confront him (which was probably a last ditch attempt to get something out of him). None of which seem to have yielded any results. My prediction is that the only remaining thing for Sand to do is to break contact. For his own sanity. Probably tries to keep his head low and avoid Ray in the meantime (which then results in Ray hunting him down and confronting him at university instead).

It's difficult to read Sand's expression from such a short clip, but he's clearly conflicted. The last time he saw Ray was probably the fight. I'm sure he's hurt and staying away has been difficult. He probably misses him. And all of a sudden - here he is, and he's got Sand backed into a corner.

What I mostly see in his expression is a mixture of frustration, disbelief and a hint of relief. Frustration and disbelief because Ray has the audacity to act in this manner after Sand has tried to reason with him. The irony in that as soon as Sand pulls back, Ray comes knocking. But there's also the slightest hint of relief, because the mere fact that Ray has come looking for him validates that Ray does have feelings for him, despite anything he might have said previously.

Sand jokes in Episode 3 that he's been Ray's driver, his drinking buddy, his shrink, his chef, his friend with benefits (and probably more to come that we haven't seen yet). Ultimately, Sand has become someone who takes care of Ray.

If Sand just stopped, Ray would panic. So it doesn't surprise me that Ray would be all: 'you don't get to just stop. You don't get to just walk away. You're too important to me now. You can't just abandon me.' Which is typical brat behaviour. He doesn't say 'I will convince you to stay', he says 'I won't let you walk away', which means Sand doesn't get any choice in this matter. It's more an attempt to emphasise his conviction rather than actual intent to inhibit Sand's free will.

But boy oh boy is there so much to dig into with this show, and I'm glad you're enjoying all the deep diving as I am. Sorry for waffling on!

---birdie

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Idk if it's just me but I LOVE the idea of the riddlers with a pet dog(most likely a small breed)that is there best friend and major weakness (I like to think there dynamics would be similar to Holt and cheddar from Brooklyn 99)but what do you think? How would the riddlers be with a pet dog?

"Riddlers with Dogs" Riddler Party Ask

Okay so I only ever saw like one or two episodes of B99 so I had to look up a Cheddar compilation. But I was chanting "dog" over and over again for this ask. Very excited. How they are with a pet dog plus the breed/mix.

Tw: animal abuse/neglect

Gotham

English bulldog mix. He gained a fondness for them after meeting Edward (Oswalds dog) a while back. Once he's further along in his career and he knows he can manage the care given his sometimes erratic schedule, he goes to Gotham animal shelter and finds a stunning lad to take home. And, in honor of his sometimes companion (sometimes lover), he names the dog Oswald.

Oswald hates this. He rolls his eyes once he finds out.

Oswald (the dog) gets a stunning green leather collar with a golden question mark tag along with his actual name and rabies tags. The inside is very soft for Edward's special little boy.

This dog is so fucking spoiled. Edward cooks it special meals to reduce gas problems associated with the breed and keep his weight in control. There's fancy fresh food in the fridge for when he doesn't have the time to cook and meal prep. Special wipes for his skin folds. Oatmeal and milk baths for Oswald's skin.

He gets the dog a special fucking pillow when he hears Oswald (the dog) snoring when he sleeps. His vaccine and medical records are meticulously kept. Yes he sleeps in the bed with Edward, usually curled into the small of Edward's back once he turns on his side. His need for a particular schedule is so nice with a dog because despite how lazy Oswald (the dog) is, he follows Edward religiously.

60s

Older corgi mix. Goofy looking, huge fluffy butt, and has ripped Batman's cape before. Straight up dug his teeth in and acted as though he was at least twice his size. This clever and handsome chap comes to be known as Pascal. He just sort of showed up one day in the middle of Riddler's heist.

Pascal is a speedy little old man, sometimes being used as a very short legged scout for Edward's schemes. Sometimes Edward wonders where his fluffy companion came from with his specks of grey fur and wizened eyes. One time on a very peculiar little adventure outside of Gotham in a rural part of the U.S., Pascal leaves the safe comforts of their vehicle to herd sheep out of the road. Then he hops back up and looks to Edward as if to say "I fixed it for you."

He's likely to have the most reminiscent relationship to the B99 dynamic where, if another villain tried to use Pascal as a bargaining tool, Edward would inevitably turn to Batman to save his little buddy! He can't just risk Pascal getting hurt! and he needs his arthritis medication soon or his joints will ache- His JOINTS, Batman!

As sad as it is to think of a beloved pet passing on, Pascal gets to live his last years loved and pampered. Warm. No pain and definitely never bored. There's a lot of wild adventures this old man gets to have. When he goes of old age, most of the rogues gallery and even Batman and Robin themselves attend the service.

Zero Year

Oh. He got a doberman. Intelligent. Sleek. Intimidating looking. He even named her Minerva. He was expecting a guard dog that stood wise as an extension of himself.

What he actually got: Neurotic. Separation anxiety. Practically jumps into his arms when it rains because she can't stand getting her feetsies wet. He does realize the irony of this given he'd flooded the city at one point. He opts to buy her little rain booties.

He chose not to have her docked or clipped- In truth, he was planning on the appointment when she was a puppy but last minute changed his mind because he thought of her cute floppy ears and curled tail being gone. If you ask, he'll say it's because he realized it was illogical since she's not a show dog and it has no known health benefits. It's bullshit.

She has emeralds in her collar. Highly trained in the sense that she never makes a mess in the house and drops anything she's not supposed to chew on. That and, despite her real nature, she can put on a show with her teeth on command to scare any idiots off.

What they don't see is her wagging, thumping tail when he info-dumps to her. Or practices lines. One of the few creatures on the Earth that truly doesn't care what a narcissist he is. His beautiful Minerva.

BTAS

Some kind of chihuahua-terrier mix. She shivers a lot. Edward takes the dog in from the shelter shortly after one of his stints in Arkham. Trying on taking a new leaf. Again. Maybe an animal dependent on him will keep him on his toes. She has a partly white fur pattern that reminds him of a lab coat. He names her Curie.

Given her namesake, Edward has taught her several commands in French if for no other reason then he thinks it's cute. There's something about saying, "Curie, allons y-" And hearing the pitter patter of her claws on the tile and wood floors.

He is that guy who buys his dogs clothes. In fairness, it's because she actually gets cold in the Gotham winters. Logically, that means she needs cute sweaters and coats! And little shoes for when it snows. Honestly, she's going to be absolutely darling and the envy of all the neighbors.

He loves cuddling in his lap when he's working on stuff. It's funny, she's almost like a house cat when she does that.

Will commit unspeakable acts if someone tried to cause harm to Curie.

Arkham

You ever see one of those snaggle-tooth little dogs missing a damn eye and you have no idea how old it is? The scruffiest little mutt you've ever seen. Breed is indistinguishable but it's on the smaller end. Wiry coat, looks like something just pulled from the dryer.

This little creature stumbles upon him shaking and soaking wet from a storm during the events of Arkham City. He almost feels pity for it, barely able to see due to the matting over it's face. He wonders briefly if it was a runaway or a dump. He pulls a small bit of jerky he still has in his pocket from earlier and gives it to the pup.

What he doesn't expect is for it to follow him. Even as he tries to shoo it away. No more food, you mangy mutt! Yet it continues to follow. Edward shuts the door to his hideout on it. He can see it on cameras waiting out there for him to come back.

With a frustrated sigh, he eventually opens the door and allows the creature in. Gives it a choppy but functional haircut to get rid of any matting. Feeds it whatever food he can find that won't make the dog sick. Eventually he finds out the dog is a male, maybe a year old.

He dubs the puppy Asimov after writer and biochemistry professor Isaac Asimov. He acts as though he doesn't care for the dog much, but every once in a while he praises Asimov for the little tricks he's learned and the cleverness he exhibits. He'd probably stomp someone to the ground if they tried to take this dog from him.

Telltale

Basset Hound. He got ownership of this dog by complete accident. Basically he was on his revenge mission, taking down someone involved in keeping him trapped by SANCTUS- He didn't realize the person had a dog. So now he was in a room with a corpse who failed his riddle and there was a very curious dog that wanted to bark and howl the moment he left the room.

So he took the dog. For everything that Eddie stands for, this dog is the opposite. He's dopey, noisy, and messy. A bumbling creature that lays down to roll over when Eddie asks it to sit. And yet... The moment he can't find something, the dog manages to show up less than two minutes later with it on the ground in front of him, nudging it with his nose.

The dog is named Columbo. Yes, after the tv show detective. He thinks it's funny given the dogs propensity for finding "evidence" where no one else can. Plus, Columbo on the show had a basset hound. It fits. No, Eddie is not a nerd, how dare you.

The dog has a special dog bed on the floor at the foot of Riddler's bed. He's very strict on places the dog can be and where it can sit and lay. He's a strong believer that dogs shouldn't just hang out on furniture. This is struck out when there are thunderstorms because Columbo will howl and cry until he's allowed to bury into the bed under the covers with his dad.

For every complaint he might have about the dog, Eddie absolutely shows him off and brags. They start to resemble each other in their wrinkles.

2022/Nashton

Pitbull mix. She was chained up, cropped ears and way too thin. He'd found her while doing recon on some low level mook for one of Gotham's drug lords. He looked into those big sad eyes, and he managed to sneak her home. He names her Ada Lovelace or just Ada after the first computer programmer.

It was actually difficult at first because she was fear aggressive and very shy. Lots of snapping at him and trying to hide. He understood that feeling. With a lot of patience and him teaching her that he's not a threat, this pittie would become a wiggly lovebug that tackles him at night once he comes home from riddler nonsense. Full slobber on his glasses.

Ada helps with his depression because unlike the rats (unfortunately) she can cuddle with him at night and ooze devotion and love at her master. There's something so healing about the unwavering loyalty and warmth a dog can offer. Plus he can tell her anything and she still just rolls on top of him wanting belly rubs.

He would kill someone for this dog. If anyone hurt her, he would probably torture them on stream and make it A Thing that they were a dog abuser before rocking their shit. Then full body hugs his baby while she wiggles in his arms.

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[top disclaimer - I saw yesterday's whumptober prompt of worked to exhaustion and remembered a bit of my xcom2 with qsmp characters playthrough I keep meaning to type up at least tidier notes for. I haven't yet, but this is a pair of scenes 47 pages in to my 90 pages of notes. Hopefully enough of this makes sense... TLDR: Mike was kidnapped, there's been 2 awful missions in a row where many people get hurt, etc. Warnings for major character injuries, though there are no graphic descriptions.]

It's been a two days since Bogota. If Philza never sees another sewer again, it will be far too soon. Tiny scabs from where the Spectre sent its bugs all through his body still cover every bit of skin, and the larger lazer burns remain bandaged tightly.

Fit is visiting, looking even more exhausted than Philza feels. He's brought snacks, and gossip, and will not go back to bed no matter how much Philza suggests it. It's not like Philza would be lonely - Missa and Roier's mission had also been a bit of a wreck, the entire team of six also in the medical ward for the immediate future at least. Chayanne, too, is about, the young boy currently curled up and asleep on the foot of Missa's bed.

Must be terrifying for the kid, to be rescued from hell only to see both new parents in the hospital in a few days of each other. For Bobby, too; Jaiden was also on the mission with Missa and Roier.

Still, Fit is here, so they make small talk. There's not a whole lot happening on the ship, but they can pretend.

The curtain lifts up, and Philza expects either Chayanne or the Doctor. Instead he sees Cellbit, looking about as close to passing out as Fit. His uniform is smart but his hair is a mess from running his hands through it too often, his face is near gaunt, and his fingers shake where they cling to his tablet.

"Fit, Philza." Cellbit nods to them both.

Philza's wave comes with a wince, Fit's salute with an "oi there what's up?"

"I'm really sorry to interrupt, but we need you for something. Fit, that is. We need Fit."

"What is it?" Fit groans as he tries to peer at Cellbit's clipboard.

The paperwork is hastily tucked away, "there's an opportunity that's come up. We need you to go undercover and get some research done."

"You're fucking joking," Philza immediately cuts in, one arm protectively covering the largest of his wounds, while the other grabs on to Fit. "Cellbit, we just got back from Bogota. You know how bad Bogota was. There's no way in hell this is safe. And everyone who was in Kaduna? Can't it wait a week"

Cellbit at least has the decency to look genuinely apologetic, "if there was another option…"

"What is it?" Fit removes Philza's arm from his own. "I'm not really in top condition; if you just need shit blowing up, Vegetta's a little better off."

"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Philza asks. "At least then our armour upgrades will be done."

"Phil," Fit's voice drops a little.

Philza knows what being scolded for being overprotective sounds like, but Fit is his friend. His friend, who he dragged through hell, and has been dragged through hell by, and he trusts with his soul.

"It's Mike," Cellbit says, and that has both of them shut up. "We think we have a lead, but from the glimpses our contacts got during the transfer... It doesn't look good. Here."

Fit is handed a tablet, and shown whatever evidence the resistance has found.

"Fuck," Fit whispers the word, rubbing at his face. "There's nobody else?"

Philza is handed the tablet. It's a very short video clip, slightly corrupted. Still it's very clearly Mike, bloody and disorientated and still fighting as he's dragged from one transport van to another. He manages to bite a guard, and for it gets cracked over the head, goes limp and is tossed into the van.

He hands the tablet back, and tries not to think about the implications, or how they probably don't have as much time as this needs.

Instead he runs through the options: Jaiden and the team she took to Kaduna are back, but every one of them is in hospital with him. Forever, Tubbo, and Aypierre are needed on the ship. Mouse is still exhausted, even more dangerous for psi ops than the rest of them to push it. Cellbit himself still has one arm in a sling, and probably should not have left medical yet. A couple of other people, but most are too inexperienced to be sent out in just a duo for what will likely be a multi-week stealth operation. There's Baghera and Foolish, both experienced, but neither is much good at hacking. Which. Will probably be needed, to confirm which facility has Mike, and for how long.

There's Pac, of course, and Philza would put Pac on being the other half of the planned team. Ever since Mike was captured best part of two months ago, Pac has been on one ground mission - and there have been a lot of ground mission. The problem is, without Mike, Pac can be... Not volatile, volatile is Mike when Pac is critically injured and dying on the floor and Mike is too terrified to let anyone past to stabalise him, but reckless. Only with his own safety, but that's a problem itself.

Add in that Pac was /also/ on the mission in Bogota, still recovering from the sheer exhaustion of the test... Philza really wishes anyone else were available.

"There's Pac," Cellbit offers, also frowning. "He found out and wants in."

"If Pac's going, you need to go." The words taste like ash on Philza's tongue. "If it were not about Mike…"

Cellbit nods in agreement.

They can't keep Pac from going after Mike, and the purpose of a mission is impossible to keep secret for long with thirty-odd people crammed into one airship. Forever wouldn't be willing to, either. And to get Mike back but have lost Pac... They cannot do that either.

And Pac needs a stabalising hand with Mike gone, someone to keep him from shattering completely. There's a reason every mission he's been on since, Fit has been there. There's good reason, and everyone knows it.

Fit misses Mike like a limb, too, Philza knows.

Fit sigh, and stretches, and rubs his face, "I hate when you're right. Do I have time for a nap?"

"You leave in twenty minutes, but it's a long flight," Cellbit does seem apologetic, for all he runs his hands through his whitening hair. "The real problem is it's in Australia."

"Fucking hell," Fit groans. "They really didn't want us finding him, did they?"

"But we did," Cellbit reminds them, with a flash of his slightly too sharp teeth. "And they won't keep him. Once we have the coordinates, Forever'll send someone to help you get in and out."

Philza and Fit share a look. Fit looks like the exhaustion has seeped into his soul. It's a danger, going out in the field so tired. To himself, to others, to everyone.

But sometimes, he supposes, there really is no other choice.

Fit breaks eye contact first, "I'll kit up and be at the hanger in ten. Who's briefing us?"

"Not sure yet. Forever's still working out the details, so probably him?"

"A'ight," Fit turns to Philza. "See you later, big boy."

Philza rolls his eyes to mask his concern. "Just don't fall asleep on the job."

He gets flipped off; Philza laughs, and lets them leave.

Two weeks later, Pac and Fit come back - not someone joins them, they come back. They have Mike's location, and an entry point, and the head cracking didn't kill him, but he's being tortured and there's talk of disposing of him soon. Philza wishes that was the worst of it, though, he really does; most people's injuries have recovered so getting a team together won't take long. It's serious, but they can handle it. Hell, he'll voluenteer.

No, the worst of the report is that Pac gives it alone; Fit was rushed straight to medical as soon as they land. He is alive - conscious even - but the wounds are still severe.

Didn't hear a Viper coming, Pac says, was caught and constricted and had his rib cage crushed. And then used a grenade to force it to let go, dropping it at his own feet to force the alien to let go. Pac had been hacking at the time, getting the info they needed, and didn't notice anything until Fit was snatched from the door.

Fit didn't hear it, or so Pac says, too tired, too caught up in exhaustion to hear the threat until it was too late.

And Philza, Philza wishes he was surprised.

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Went on vacation and came back to 2 new parts of my favorite series😍

Quick questions:

1. Now that we know about Oscar’s fear of Logan being far away how are things between him and lando with Carlos taking the seat making that fear a seemingly likely reality?

2. Was George’s reaction to seeing them at hospital a it’s the middle of the season how could you be so reckless response or more of a why you and not us jealousy/longing type thing?

I hope you had a good vacation!

Oh honey those aren't quick questions (especially number 2) so this might get a little long.

Okay, first question - Oscar's not stupid, he always knew there was a chance that one of them wouldn't make it to F1 and if they did it might not last but in his mind, both he and Logan are talented enough to last a couple of years. He's not per say mad at Carlos, he knows its just business but in his eyes if Carlos hadn't signed for Williams, Logan would still have a shot at keeping his seat

As the second half of the season starts he does spend a lot of time glaring at Carlos and Lando because he's jealous that they don't need to worry about next year or their relationship. He gets a little...bitchy towards Lando as the year goes on, enough so that it's recognised by some of the Mclaren crew. Worth noting that Lando doesn't tell Carlos because he doesn't want to worry his mate and because he understands where Oscar is coming from but he starts to get pissed off when Oscar acts off in the PR stuff (because it means they have to keep re-doing it) and in general around the factory and their relationship starts to suffer.

Mclaren try and talk to Oscar about it but he plays it off and so, they ask Logan (ngl Logan starts spending a lot of his time at Mclaren and the Mclaren team love him) Logan gets pissed off and confronts Oscar and Lando and then Carlos gets involved and it ends with Lando and Carlos storming out of the pack room.

At this point, Lewis (as pack alpha) and Daniel (pack omega) get involved because it's causing serious friction in the pack, some of the couples feel like they need to take sides and as it's getting near to the end of the season, everyone is one a short fuse. Things come to a head when Lando accidentally clips Oscar in practice and the two have to be separated by the marshals.

Daniel storms the Mclaren garage and drags Lando and Oscar into a room to make them sort it out while Lewis does the same with Logan and Carlos.

Lando and Oscar snarl at each other until Daniel smacks them round the head and forces them into a nest and he talks about how it feels to be out of a seat and how it hurts being rejected by the sport he loves and he admits that he and Max fought a lot more in the lead up to what they thought was his last race and then he talks about what it was like being called in to replace Nyck. Basically emphasising that Logan and Carlos would be feeling shit enough as it is and they don't need their alphas acting like children.

Meanwhile, Lewis tries taking Logan and Carlos to Mercedes but Carlos says that George and Lewis will immediately take Logan's side and refuses so Lewis drags them to Sauber (Valtteri's room specifically) for neutral ground. Now, Carlos and Logan aren't necessarily mad at each other but they're taking their alphas sides so this is quite an easy talk for them. Carlos admits he feels guilty for not calling Logan before he signed for Williams and Logan preemptively apologises for the shit show that is Williams. Carlos probably says it can't be worse than Ferrari and they bond a little about being let go from their teams. Lewis is just hovering in the corner keeping Nico updated.

Back at Mclaren, Oscar and Lando have called a tentative truce and have a heart to heart and Daniel tells Lewis to bring the boys over. It doesn't solve all their issues but it does get them back on track.

This did get long - I'll awnser the second question in a separate post