#and to stop adventuring/go have kids etc

[lokh]

it was easy to imagine what laios might have been like in that au because i too know the resentment that ends up brewing when you're an adult and living with your parents

[kangals]

FLUFFY GUY HAS MADE HIS FIRST ORBIT OF THE SUN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEPLER! 🎉🔭💫

[rikusuriuri]

ik rusty and brock are very nonchalant about the clones 19 years down the line but i do think the first time they had to use them must have been awful, assuming jonas sr didn't have it perfected/completed for rusty . the clone slugs are one thing, but the computer housing their memories/selves (the computerized [souls]) is a whole different mess, plus it also just means watching your kids die (for the first time) . and it's not like competent clones are a thing you can test for. sure you can check that the slugs are functioning and healthy, but it's not like you can test your backup data is gonna work bc once you put that into a slug then it's not a clone slug anymore, now it's your son, and neither of you are gonna kill your son . one of you is supposed to keep those kids alive (well really both of you, but one of you is specifically hired for it) & one of you is such a failure in all things science, all you can do is hang on to your father's coattails and hope he keeps you afloat, but you call these slugs your life's work. and sure your dad was doing some clone research when he was alive, but these boys arent his, they're yours. And you dont want to be your father as a father you want to be your father as a scientist, and you make these clones because you're a father, not because you're a scientist . etc etc dont know where i was going w this . rips off my shirt to show off another shirt that says "ask me about my ideas on the vital relationships related to clone slug twin sons"

[apatheticsunday]

Siblings Energy

AKA "the Batfam find out Jason is alive and lovingly bullies him back into the family" headcanon!!

I read this one post where it was like, Damian climbing through Jason's window while saying something actually batshit insane and Jason's just like??? mouthful of pasta, just sitting at his kitchen table, and I'm ridiculously amused by it. Because hell yeah!!

Give me actual sibling energy. Give me, "What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine, because fuck you!! No, I'm not giving back your leather jacket, finders keepers. Yeah, it was in your bedroom but now it belongs to me."

I want recently-revived Jason Todd deliberately avoiding the Batfam because he's plotting his Grand Reveal (the Red Hood, Crime Lord and Ruthless Murderer is the formerly dead Robin?? How could it be?? He craves the utter disbelief, the shock, like any dramatic theatre kid). I'm just gonna... gently wrap up Under the Red Hood in a towel and put it in the freezer where it can't hurt us anymore. We're in Wayne Family Adventures Fandom-Land now, guys.

And Dick Grayson was born and raised to be an older brother, his dad humor and oldest daughter syndrome is God-tier, and he'd recognize his little brother anywhere. Even if he's built like a brick shithouse, has a scary deep voice, and is significantly more murder-y than his Robin years. That's his little brother!! That's his Little Wing, his Jaybird!! Dick sees what Jason's doing - the acting out, refusing to talk to his family, etc., and is just reminded of when him and Jason used to fight. Dick would be pissed, Jay would be pissed, but in the end, a greasy BatBurger and a comically bad action movie would have them pissing themselves in laughter.

So, that's what he does. Jason comes home from being a crime lord to find The Meg 2 paused on his TV, lukewarm BatBurgers (extra fries, his favorite), and Dick scrolling through TikTok on his couch. There's a new fuzzy Wonder-Woman themed blanket thrown over his armchair.

And yeah, Jason is pissed but Dick looks up and smiles - so excited, hopeful, exactly like the older brother he is that Jason just... sits down on the couch. Eats his stupidly good BatBurger (no pickles, how did Dick remember Jason hates pickles?), and snorts at the shitty CGI, excessive explosions, and comically too-serious acting. Dick accidentally inhales his BatSoda through his nose at one of Jason Statham's one-liners. There are no apologies because there doesn't need to be. Because there's an unspoken understanding between siblings, there doesn't even need to be an I missed you, I love you so much, please don't leave me. You just know.

But it doesn't stop there. Soon Jason has Tim, his goddamn replacement, collapsing on his new Wonder-Woman blanket and mumbling out a "Dick said you're back" almost sounding relieved before passing out on his couch. Which. What in the flying shit, Dick. But the kid's all bruised up, weary like the homeless kids from Crime Alley, and Jason heard about "JJ" during one of his and Dick's bi-weekly movie nights. So... maybe he lets the kid stay. Besides, it's not like letting his replacement take a nap on his couch will open Pandora's box, right?

....right?

Cue Jason suddenly having this blond purple-obsessed Batgirl variant harassing him for his abuela's hot chocolate recipe (sorry, Alfred), Babs bribing him to visit her at the library with a limited edition of Pride and Prejudice, a Black Bat silently accompanying him on patrols around Crime Alley, and Meta dressed in yellow enthusiastically greeting him whenever he's grocery shopping downtown. (Downtown Gotham is the only place you can get fresh produce, okay? And you beat the crowds if you go in the morning! He's not an old man, Dick - fuck off.)

So, when Damian busts through his window while Jason is eating homemade Alfredo, he's... not really surprised anymore. He doesn't think anything can surprise him after Steph body-slammed him in his own bathroom one morning, screeching, "You make fun of my boy Jason Statham again, I'll shove that toothbrush so far up your-..." Or that time he turned around after getting dressed and Cass was sitting on his bed with a comic book. He did not shriek.

And Damian's rambling angrily about Bruce, probably knowing his akhi will let him rant without interrupting or maybe he's so angry he doesn't care, so Jason just... keeps eating.

(Sometime in the future, he gains a reputation for being an Unbothered King, but it's really just the fact that his siblings are deranged and he's become acclimated to their random break-ins.)

[playertwotails]

I have an idea that Shadow doesn't actually know Tails' age.

Like no one ever told him and he just assumed that he was only slightly younger than the rest of them, by like maybe a year or two. But him thinking Tails close enough in age to everyone that he never felt the need to get a concrete age on Tails. Shadow mainly drawing this conclusion because of how smart Tails is, the fact they bring him everywhere, and that Eggman even has admitted to have been fighting Sonic AND Tails for years now. (He thought Tails was just short for his age).

Later though this comes back to bit him in the ass.

For what ever reason Tails and Shadow have to team up on a mission just the two of them and right when he's about to leave to meet Tails, Rouge drops just a little unthinking comment of

"You better keep an eye on that little 8 year old genius. He's smart ~buuuuut~ he was raised by Sonic."

And that makes Shadow full stop pause because

".....I'm sorry....what do you mean he's 8????"

And thus Rouge has an absolute delightful bit of news to drop on their resident angsty hedgehog and enjoys watching him go full 404 error mode over it.

Shadow meanwhile is rethinking every single interaction he's ever had with Sonic and Tails. MAINLY all the times he's attacked Tails (mostly kicking the back of his head). Because now he has the context of he was straight up attacking a literal child that hadn't even hit the double digits yet.

So now Shadow has to have all this circling his brain while also on a mission with said child and tasked with keeping him safe (as threatened by Sonic who had to go on a separate mission from them).

And he's just there watching as this 8 year old not only hacks circles around Eggman's firewalls but also dismantling his robots as he fights them and holds his own fairly well the whole time.

And like Shadow is impressed but also still in little bit of the mindset of "OMG THAT'S A BABY!!!!!"

It all comes to a head when Shadow keeps hovering around Tails and Tails is getting a little annoyed/stressed about it because Shadow has barely let Tails go two feet without being RIGHT THERE with his usual resting bitch face and not saying anything. So Tails snaps a little bit asking if Shadow has a problem with him or what he's doing since he's hovering and Shadow just replies with

"Are you really 8?"

Which was not what Tails was expecting to be asked so he just confirms and Shadow just goes quiet and gets a far off look on his face.

After that though he does start actually talking with Tails and they both end up having a good time hanging out on the mission together and find they get along well. Shadow secretly can't wait to bring his bike and guns to Tails for him to modify with what modifications him and Tails started to basically geek out over (not that Shadow would ever admit it).

The mission goes fine and they're meeting back up with everyone but then for some reason when Shadow sees Sonic it's ON SITE. Just attacks him and they speed off in the now random fight while everyone is asking Tails if something happened to which Tails has no answer for them.

Shadow meanwhile start just laying into to Sonic about how stupid and irresponsible he is to let such a young kid go with Sonic and everyone on such dangerous missions/adventures.

Sonic finally getting an idea at least why Shadow decided to start a fight. Keeps retorting with how he'd be a hypocrite not letting Tails be free to do what he wants when he's been fighting from a young age too, etc, etc.

It goes on for a bit with insults, ideals, and hits thrown back and forth before they both finally calm down and in the quiet after fight Sonic goes into the story of how he meet Tails and WHY he had to bring him everywhere with him since neither had a place to go (and the one time he tried to find Tails a permanent home it was a trap from Eggman). And how their only home turned into wherever the other was.

Which almost makes Shadow want to hit Sonic again because that means Tails was even younger than he is now when he started to fight Eggman. He doesn't but it's a close thing.

After the fact Shadow has a whole new little bit of respect for Sonic but he mainly has a lot of respect and almost awe for Tails and his capabilities at such a young age.

And if he now checks on Tails and brings him things to modify to the point he starts to actually bond and form a friendship with Tails...that's no one else's business.

(p.s. this is not shipping them, I see Shadow as another older brother for Tails so please to tag as shipping them)

[xjulixred45x]

Imagine if Parent! Yuu's kids are all the Yuus (aka Yuuken, Yuuka, Yuuta, Yuuna, etc) from the TWST manga?

(LOL WHEN THE YUU RUNS IN THE FAMILY)

BUT IMAGINE—

Imagine that all the Yuus are siblings, that one by one they appear in Twisted Wonderland as time goes by and have their adventures (in their respective episodes, the other siblings stop appearing or don't appear as much because they're looking for a way to get back home).

Yuuken, being the ultimate Mommas Boy, gives me great feelings of an older brother who takes care of his younger siblings, even a little too much. He's very protective of his parent (especially if his other parent isn't in the picture) and wants to be the man of the house and help them as much as he can.

Yuuuka is the one who tries to protect her parent in the most direct way. If you talk shit about her siblings or, God forbid, her mother/father/parent, you'll face a world of pain followed by the biggest burn of your life. But she's ironically sweet to Yuu! Parent. It's probably because of their perseverance and optimism that Yuuka is the way they are; she admire them so much.

Yuuta, my sweet boy, another mama's boy who went to work in an attempt to help out around the house and ease Yuu! Parent's burden, whether it be with work or learning housework to make the house less of a mess. Yuu!Parent is not only a successful parent of four children, but they don't lose their composure even though, socially speaking, they probably receive a lot of scrutiny for being a "soft(bad)" parent in Japonese eyes(especially for how they raise their daughters or being too soft with their sons). But they never give up. Yuuta wishes he were that resilient and tough. He's probably the most vocal about missing home and their mother/father/parent.

Yuuna loves Yuu!Parent! They're always front and center when she auditions for singing roles. They help her rehearse, they make her tasty food when she spends too much time practicing without leaving her room, they make her favorite meals when she gets rejected from a group she wanted to join. Yuu!parent is basically her rock. When she arrived at Twisted Wonderland, she was probably so excited to tell Yuu!parent about a possible success for once...

I like to think about how this could expand the Yuu dynamic, how tensions would increase as more Yuu arrive, how in certain tense moments, they end up saying harsh things or things they didn't mean, precisely because they're children who were torn from their home and can't help but get upset.

Not just for them, but for Yuu!parent.

They don't know that they're okay, they don't know that they're all there together or what the hell is going on. They don't even know! All they know is that their father/mother/parent is left ALONE in their world, perhaps even thinking they've been abandoned by their own children, and that HAUNTS THEM.

So, they triple their efforts to get back home, pester Crowley even more, investigate on their own—anything! Anything to get back home! ANYTHING TO GET BACK TO THEM!

Until one day, something changes. again.

The Yuus don't even think much of it when Crowley calls them into his office again; they're so tired from another all-night investigation.

So imagine their collective surprise when they walk in and see a VERY familiar face sitting in Crowley's office. Yuu!Parent.

They probably thought it was a hallucination from lack of sleep at first, until Yuu!Parent went straight to check on them, telling them how something super weird had happened with a carriage and the strange birdman who was giving them the creeps, how awful they look, etc. And they know it, this is real.

And the biggest, most necessary hug they could have happens, even if it's not how they wanted it. Finally, the months of anguish are over, they're finally together, finally everything is okay.

(Crowley repeatedly ruins the moment by saying how "kind he is." Don't worry, as soon as the Yuus tell YuuParent everything, they'll make Roast Chicken.)

Should I talk more about this concept?

________

(ESPAÑOL)

(LOL CUANDO EL YUU CORRE EN LA FAMILIA)

PERO IMAGINA—

Imagínate que todos los Yuus son hermanos, que uno a uno van apareciendo en Twisted Wonderland mientras va pasando el tiempo y tienen sus aventuras (de sus respectivos episodios, los otros hermanos dejan de aparecer o no aparecen tanto porque buscan la forma de volver a casa).

Yuuken siendo el Mommas Boy definitivio, me da unas grandes ibras de hermano mayor que cuida de sus hermanos menores, incluso un poco demasiado. Es muy protector de su madre (especialmente si su padre no esta en la foto) quiere ser el hombre de la casa y ayudarla lo mas que puede.

Yuuka es quien trata de proteger a su madre de la forma mas directa, si hablas mierda de sus hermanos o, dios lo prohíba, de su madre/padre, te enfrentaras a un mundo de dolor seguido de la quemada mas grande de tu vida. Pero es irónicamente dulce con Yuu! Parent. Probablemente sea por su actitud perseverante y optimismo que Yuuka es como es, los admira muchísimo.

Yuuta, mi dulce niño, otro niño de mama que se puso a trabajar en un intento de ayudar a la casa y aliviar la carga de Yuu! Parent, ya sea con el trabajo o aprender tareas domésticas para hacer la casa menos un desastre. Yuu!Parent no solo es un padre de 4 hijos exitosos, sino que no pierden la compostura pese a que, socialmente hablando, probablemente reciben mucho escrutinio por ser un padre muy “suave” (especialmente por como educa a sus hijas o es muy blando con sus hijos), pero nunca se rinde, Yuuta quisiera ser asi de resiliente y rudo. Probablemente es el más vocal con respecto a cómo extrañan casa y su madre/padre.

¡Yuuna ama a Yuu!Parent! ellos siempre están en primera fila cuando ella hace sus audiciones de cantante, le ayudan a ensayar, le hace comida sabrosa cuando pasa demasiado tiempo practicando y sin salir de su cuarto, le hace sus comidas favoritas cuando la rechazan de algún grupo que ella quería unirse, Yuu!parent es básicamente su roca, cuando llego a Twisted Wonderland probablemente estaba tan emocionada por decirle de un posible éxito a Yuu!Parent por una vez…

Me gusta pensar en cómo esto podría ampliar la dinámica de los Yuus, como las tenciones irían aumentando mientras mas Yuus van llegando, como en ciertos momentos de tensión se terminan diciendo cosas duras o que no querían decir, pero justamente porque son niños que fueron arrancados de su hogar y no pueden evitar angustiarse.

No solo por ellos, sino por Yuu!parent.

Ellos no saben que están bien, ellos no saben que están ahí todos juntos o que diablos están pasando ¡ni siquiera ellos saben! Lo único que saben es que su padre/madre quedo SOLO en su mundo, talvez incluso pensando que los abandonaron, y eso LES ATORMENTA.

Por lo mismo, triplican los esfuerzos para volver a casa, atosigan mas a Crowley, investigan por su cuenta ¡algo! ¡cualquier cosa para volver a casa! ¡CUALQUIER COSA PARA VOLVER CON ELLOS!

Hasta que un dia, algo cambia. Algo vuelve a cambiar.

Los Yuus ni siquiera piensan mucho cuando Crowley los llama a su oficina otra vez, están tan cansados por trasnocharse otra vez.

Por lo que imagina la sorpresa colectiva cuando entran y ven una cara MUY familiar sentándose en la oficina de Crowley. Yuu!Parent.

Probablemente al principio pensaron que era una alucinación por la falta de sueño, hasta que Yuu!Parent fue directamente a checarlos para ver si estaban bien, diciendo como había pasado algo súper raro con un carruaje y el extraño hombre pájaro que les daba escalofríos. Y lo saben, esto es verdad.

Y ocurre el abrazo mas grande y necesario que podrían tener, aun si no es como querían, finalmente se acabaron los meses de angustia, finalmente están juntos, finalmente todo está bien.

(Crowley para varias arruina el momento diciendo lo “amable que es”. No te preocupes, en cuanto los Yuus le cuenten a YuuParent todo, van a hacer Pollo asado).

¿deberia hablar mas de este concepto?

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[sunderwight]

Thinking about an SV scenario where TLJ had kids before the whole Su Xiyan thing went down.

Like he was an emperor, right? And we don't actually know how old he was, though he was at least old enough that his sister's son was mostly raised to adulthood by him by the time catastrophe struck. It wouldn't have been at all strange or even improbable for him to have been married already, perhaps several times over, by the time he met Su Xiyan and actually fell in love with someone.

Obviously any known kids TLJ had would have demons queuing up to install them on the throne after he got sealed under the mountain (and others probably wanting to kill or oust them), but we could explain the perception that TLJ had no heirs with a little bit of deliberate planning or cleverness on their part. Maybe they also showed up at the ambush, saw an opportunity to escape a life they detested, and pretended to have been killed/sealed too before just walking off to go life their dream life as a theatrical performer or country doctor or fortune teller or something. Maybe there were a bunch of them and they all engaged in brutal in-fighting for the throne, except one who just took the first opportunity to fake their death and then nope'd out to the countryside. Maybe they were a hybrid like Zhuzhi Lang whom everyone discounted from the succession due to not inheriting the "good" genes, so they went and stayed with their mother's faction and dropped out of political events.

Honestly I'm kind of surprised we don't seem to have loads of Heavenly Demon OC's and self-inserts in this fandom. I bet PIDW fandom was flooded with them. Bet there were tons of "Binghe's long-lost cool older brother who gets his own massive harem and adventures and separate realms to conquer" type OCs and probably just as many "distant cousin of Luo Binghe's is a beautiful Heavenly Demon and the only woman fit to be his equal who does away with his need for the harem because she can keep up with his desires and cleanse xin mo all by herself" and etc.

God it would be so funny if Peerless Cucumber had a Heavenly Demonsona. The world's most unselfaware combination of those two types, Luo Binghe's long-lost distant male cousin who has no interest in building his own harem (seriously guys stop trying to compete!) but only wants to support Luo Binghe and offer him the companionship and compassion (brotherly, platonic!) that he truly needs and can't seem to get from all those 2D hussies he surrounds himself with.

Even funnier if the System makes Heavenly Cucumber a real character, and suddenly Shen Qingqiu is faced with his own idealized self-insert who is blatantly obsessed with Luo Binghe, obnoxiously over-powered, and living in the kind of glass closet that makes post-canon Shen Qingqiu want to crawl into a hole and die.

[cupidkay-666]

“Stuck and Breedable”

Warning: tentacles, cnc, double penetration, breeding, kidnapping, choking, overstimulation, obsession, fixation, etc.

“We’re almost here!!”, you squealed to your friend sitting next to you. Maria. She had been your best friend for years. So when she offered for you to go cave exploring with her, of course you said yes. This year was all about trying new things anyway, you thought to yourself. The vehicle came to a stop on a beautiful beach, to the right you could see the starting point to the two of your adventure. You hopped out of the Jeep, and pulled your hair up into a ponytail. “Are you sure we dressed decently for this activity?”, you asked Maria. You looked down at your breast cupped in a tight bikini top, which followed by your denim shorts and tennis shoes. “Oh it’s not like we are gonna go too far in, we will be fine! Plus if we get too uncomfortable we can always turn back silly!”, Maria said with a grin on her face.

With that being said we made our way to the opening of the cave, rambling on in meaningless conversation to pass the time. Once we got to the entrance Maria turned to me, “Are you ready?”, she asked. “Ready as I’ll ever be!”, you said trying to convince yourself. It was dark and wet in here, a dripping sound all around us. As we started in, we were forced to crawl through smaller holes to go further in. These were not the clothes to wear, you learned this very soon after scraping your knees and elbow a few times. As you went to go into a smaller opening between two walls of stone, you asked Maria, “Do you think we should turn back now?” “Maybe soon, I’m not sure how much further we can go anyway.”, Maria stated disappointed. Just as those words left her lips. Fuck. Are you kidding me? “Maria… I’m stuck!”, you screamed out as you started to jerk. You had went to crawl on through the rocks and got perfectly stuck at the waist, your hips were simply too rounded, too plush and soft, too wide and perfect. Maria was behind you, she tried to pull at you best she could, but to no avail, you were in fact stuck.

“Y/N, don’t panic. I can’t get you out by myself, I’m going to turn back and get help!”, Maria said as she started away from you. “No please, don’t leave me here alone, please Maria…”, you started to plead as your fears and anxiety set in. “Don’t worry Y/N I’ll be right back!”

You wanted to cry, to get free, to be anywhere but here. You closed your eyes to try to pass the time. But time was a scary thing, it seemed to last for forever. Soon you wasn’t sure how long you’d been here. Was it 5mins, or 5hours… fuck. You felt the tears forming in your eyes. You were going to be stuck here to die. Alone. Wait. Was you alone? What was that? You felt something slimy around your ankle. You immediately start to panic and think it’s a snake. But snakes don’t grab your ankles and spread them apart, trapping you even further. “Hello.. is someone there..?”, you whisper out. Nothing. No response. Although something is there, something that waits for stupid, breedable, beautiful girls like you. To come explore and get stuck just like this. Why else would he have fixed the huge rock walls in such a manner. This was no accident. Of course, how could you have known this?

You never get the response you were waiting for. Instead you felt another slimy appendage making its way up your leg, your fight or flight was in full swing as you jerked around as much as you could. Unfortunately for you, there was no getting away. Although your actions might have offended this creature a bit. You feel the familiar sliminess around your wrist now tightening you into place. Another slides around your neck and squeezes just enough to hold you still. This is when you realize, this isn’t human. You aren’t sure what it is. But you do know one thing, this creature isn’t here to help you… You weep softly as you know, no matter what you do, you’re fucked. The tentacle that was making its way up your leg is now slowly pulling your denim shorts aside. You can’t thrash about so you do what you can. “Please please leave me alone, please…my friend will be back soon with help..”, you plead with the creature. The creature now is undoing your bikini bottoms. Fuck it. “HELP SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME, HELP ITS TRYING TO FU-“, you are cut off when a huge girthy tentacle shoves its way into your throat. It can’t take the chance of you getting the attention of anyone, he needs his time with you. Stop trying to cut it so short. You’ll enjoy this. Please just wait and see. The tentacle in your mouth moves ruthlessly back and forth while the one wrapped around your neck applies more pressure. Making you choke constantly. Tears fall from your eyes.

Now with your bikini bottoms out of the way. Nothing is stopping it. It takes and drags it’s tentacle across you from clit to asshole. It presents a smaller tentacle that latches onto your clit. You feel yourself clench around nothing and embarrassment floods over you, you can’t enjoy this. God your fucking disgusting, enjoying a filthy creature that’s about to abuse you in many fucked up ways. As the sucker latches down on your clit. Two more suckers find their way under your bikini top and latch onto your nipples, twisting the length of themselves around your beautiful breast. You feel your eyes roll back ever so slightly, the moan is cut off by the tentacle still in your mouth. Behind you two more tentacles appear, one is slightly teasing your pussy, the other is probing your ass, preparing it. The tentacle in your throat starts to get sloppy in its thrusting, it’s close. It’s so close. The light moan vibrations leaving your throat send it over the edge, just as the cum is flooding your throat and mouth. The two behind your dive into your tight holes without much warning. You feel your pussy stretch to the point you are going to split in half. Your virgin asshole is in absolute pain and discomfort as it takes the large tentacle in full. Once the creature has settled its length in both holes, it withdraws from your mouth. Leaving your mouth flooded with cum. Now it wants to hear all the noises you make, for if someone comes running to your rescue now, it will have already been finished and gone. And you will be stretched, covered, and unconscious.

It tightens around your neck and starts to fuck you at an unforgivable speed. You can feel the tentacles rubbing together inside of you. You can’t hold back the screams that rip through you, and then moans. “What is going on, fuck why am I so wet, why do I want this so bad, fuck my body feels so fuzzy and warm…”, you think to yourself. Don’t worry little one, you weren’t imagining that feeling, all that delicious cum you just swallowed, it has that affect on mere humans. Making them more receptive to this. Making them crave this. As the creature continues its assault. You can’t stop what comes out of your mouth, “please…more please… give me more… need more… cum in me please.” Your whimpers, pleas, and moans will the cave along with the noise of your holes being destroyed. The beautiful sound of you wet pussy. The creature is delighted that you finally can enjoy yourself. The creature can feel itself getting close, but fuck it doesn’t want to be done with you yet. Your too perfect. The way you clench around his tentacles when you cum, and the beautiful noises and words coming from your mouth. How deliciously tight your little asshole is…no he can’t just let you go. Just let you leave this place, never to touch and stretch you again…no that won’t do. These thoughts send him into a rage. He starts to use his tentacles to fuck into you as hard and ruthlessly as he can manage. Making you scream, and cry from the overstimulation of your body being completely fucked out. You aren’t sure how many times your came around this creature. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been here, you don’t care you just want more, please. The creature dips back into your beautiful holes once more before releasing all of his cum into your holes, sending you into once last orgasm. You can’t keep your eyes open, you soon fall into a deep slumber. The creature doesn’t pull out for a long time, making sure that his seed sticks, he wants you nice and plump, carrying his spawns, the perfect little baby machine. The creature slightly moves the rocks just enough to get you out, he gently drags you deeper into the cave. You are his. To breed,stretch, and fuck over and over and over again.

[dunkooro]

Some WHB AU ideas I thought about on a whim:

Daycare AU! The MC is now a proud owner of a daycare after their grandpa Solomon handed it off to them so he can retire with God. All the nobles are babies and the kings are the fathers of the kids (adopted or biological, that’s up to you). The dilfs kings end up falling in love with the MC n try everything to court them.

Bonus! The baby nobles also help their respective ‘dads’ when the MC’s favor b/c they want a step-parent.

Exchange Student AU! All the characters are in a school setting and the MC is the new human exchange student from Earth; there hasn’t been another human exchange student since Solomon. All the kings are the leaders of the student counsel and Juno/Ppyong is the one that gets sent to Earth (living with Minhyeok) Also all the angels go to a rival school.

Bonus! The kings are also club leaders/part of gangs, eg. Satan is the leader of a delinquent group, Levi is the club leader of the occult group, etc.

Dragon AU! (This is based on @r0-boat post, thank you for the idea!)

The MC is the new ruler of their kingdom after the death of their parents, and discovers an old, closed off room in the castle that harbors many worn-out notebooks and tapestries of dragons—something that their parents always told them stories about when they were little. The MC finds out the old king Solomon, their ancestor, wrote about actual dragons that he was friends with—and with this, the MC drags their knight, Minhyeok, to go on an adventure to find one of these dragons. Many weeks later, they enter a seemingly abandoned village, stopping at the mouth of a large cave. Minhyeok tries to get MC to turn around only to be stopped short by a large creature breathing down their neck. It growls lowly, angry (and also curious) at the humans entering his kingdom. They found one of the dragons King Solomon wrote about—Satan.

The MC eventually meets the other dragon kings and warms up to them, the kings acknowledging that they are the key to uniting the dragon species and humans together finally, so they can come together to stop the angels (and possibly becoming their little human spouse 👀)

Bonus! Whenever the MC feels like they’re being screwed over while trying to negotiate with neighboring human kingdoms—they bring their dragon friends to intimidate them a little bit :)

(Added: 03/05)

Trapped AU! After defeating all the angels, MC is finally ready to get back to their normal life! However, the devils were not. They hold up to their promise about not letting the MC go so easily and now the MC has to find a way out to get back to Earth.

Bonus! There are some devils who aren’t fully on board with kidnapping MC and can easily be manipulated into helping the MC out if they use their words carefully.

(Added: 03/07)

Self-Aware AU! The MC is just a regular otome player in the real world and all the characters are aware that they are in a mobile game on MC’s phone/Ipad. As MC progresses through the story, the characters slowly fall in love with them—as they could hear and see MC, and some are even bold enough to say things that are outside their programming to let them know that they’re aware low-key. (the MC is confused but brushes it off as Easter eggs in the game—like a 1 in a million chance to get those quips). Now the devils are desperate to find some way to bring the MC into their world or enter MC’s world.

Bonus! The kings, seraphim, and Minhyeok have special access to their Notes app, contact list, Spotify/Apple Music, and sometimes leave love notes/messages (or semi-threatening messages from the seraphim) by making albums, texting them, etc. However, instead of being flattered, MC is unnerved by this—thinking someone hacked their device—and doesn’t touch it for a several days (they stopped doing it again after that, deleting the messages—they also have to stop Beel from doing it b/c he would forget)

(Added: 03/14)

Hybrid AU! While stranded on one of a chain of islands, MC discovers that half-man, half-animal creatures live there; all of them living in 7 different environments. MC is treated almost like royalty on each of the islands, since they’re the only human that treated them with respect in a while, and not like a monster (and they consider MC to be their mate). The MC also agrees to help defend the hybrid’s island from a ‘research’ group called H.E.A.V.E.N., that has been terrorizing/killing the hybrids in the name of science.

Bonus! The types of animals I think the kings & some of their nobles would be: Satan—goat, Sitri—ram, Mammon—African lion, Bimet—African bat-eared fox, Leviathan—sea snake, Foras—glass squid, Beelzebub—Tsetse fly, Bael—Hoverfly, Lucifer—bat, Gamigin—leopard gecko, Belphegor—Japanese serow, Beleth—albino leopard cat, Asmodeus—black widow spider, Dantalian—jumping spider (?)

(Pls Note this is based on my redesigns of the kings and their lore—the animals are not picked based off the original characters)

CEO/Coffee Shop AU! MC owns a small, yet semi-popular, coffee shop in the city; everything is going great until they somehow managed to get the attention of 7 of the biggest CEOs in their country—all of them coming in one place for a business retreat. It doesn’t make it any better that they constantly try to fight for their attention, altering the cozy atmosphere in their coffee shop.

Bonus! The MC does low-key take advantage that the CEOs were willing to pay for their rent and bills (I mean why not? They’re offering 🤷🏾)

———

This is all I got for AU ideas, plus I’m not too good of a writer so it’s not something I can write full stories about n execute it well 😭, but hopefully when I get a chance I’ll post art for that after I post the second part of the full monster forms for the kings.

I’ll add more to the post if I got more AU ideas!

[a-d-nox]

how can you glow up: your 5h - dating, hobbies, and fun

here's the next hypothesis of how you can glow up using your venus persona. take a close look at your 5h!

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5h aries (1°, 13°, 25°), 5h mars, and/or 5h ruler aspecting mars

how to have more fun

say "yes": try new high-energy activities like rock climbing, dancing, rollerblading, spontaneous road trips, etc.

turn play into a lifestyle: treat everyday like an adventure. be confident, compete with others but more importantly yourself, and add excitement to even mundane moments (become a kid again).

be bold: start conversations with strangers, take the lead in group activities (become the one that reaches out), and embrace being the "funnest" (i know - stop lol) person in the room.

challenge yourself physically: competitive sports (idk why i think of frisbee haha), dance classes, and/or martial arts.

hobbies to explore

dancing, performing, or acting: think more of the bodily side fine arts.

competitive activities: martial arts, racing, and/or even something like competitive gaming - anything that gets your adrenaline going.

dating advice

be direct about what you want: own your desires and go after what excites you.

keep dates passionate & active: ideal dates include hiking, mini golf, dance class, karaoke, go-karting, etc.

flirt with confidence & boldness: your magnetism will increase when you’re direct, playful, and a little daring in your approach to romance/dating.

stick to people who can match your energy: you thrive in relationships that feel exciting, engaging, and full of passion - so avoid partners who dull your fire.

how to feel more alive

move with power & purpose: walk like you own the room, stand tall, take up space, and radiate confidence.

work on physical strength & stamina: you naturally feel more confident when you’re physically strong and active, so strength training or intense cardio can be empowering.

nominate yourself: whether it's work, hobbies, and/or social settings, take initiative and showcase your natural ability to lead.

5h cancer (4°, 16°, 28°), 5h moon, and/or 5h ruler aspecting moon

how to have more fun

lean into mood-based activities: your idea of fun shifts with your emotions, so create a "dopamine menu" or another popular trend from a few years ago "fresh and fried" lists.

revisit childhood fun: think roller skating, painting, playing in the rain, watching nostalgic movies, etc.

surround yourself with emotionally safe people: spend time with people who bring comfort.

express yourself through movement: dancing, swimming, scenic walk, etc anything like that can help you release emotional energy and feel more in tune with yourself.

hobbies to explore

journaling & poetry: writing can be a powerful way to process emotions and tell personal stories.

music & singing: whether you play an instrument, sing, or just make playlists, music likely helps you channel emotions into something beautiful.

photography: capturing moments and memories is deeply satisfying with this placement - i suggest trying both journaling alongside photography.

cooking/baking: comfort foods and nostalgic recipes can be a really nurturing activity.

dreamwork & the intuitive: exploring tarot, astrology, or even dream journaling can be both a creative and introspective outlet.

dating advice

emotional connection is everything: you crave romance that feels safe, warm, and emotionally fulfilling, rather than surface-level flings.

create sentimentality: handwritten notes, visiting nostalgic places, or sharing personal stories deepen your emotional connection.

trust your intuition in dating: your instincts about people are strong. if something feels off, trust that feeling instead of ignoring red flags.

vulnerability = magnetism: your emotional depth makes you incredibly attractive. let your authentic emotions shine - the right people will be drawn to that.

how to feel more alive

honor your feelings without shame: your emotions are a strength, not a weakness. let yourself fully feel and express them.

nurture yourself as much as you nurture others: set aside time for self-care, quiet time (maybe a phone-free/social-media-free day), and emotional reflection to avoid burnout.

5h libra (7°, 19°), 5h venus, and/or 5h ruler aspecting venus

how to have more fun

make everyday beautiful / romanize your life: whether it’s decorating your space, curating an elegant wardrobe, aesthetic mood boards, etc.

host: libras thrive in social settings. organize brunches, dinner parties, and/or meetups with friends. elegant and intimate gatherings will bring you joy.

explore arts & culture: museums, art galleries, fashion shows, music performances, and ballet - engage in experiences that inspire and bring refinement to your life.

hobbies to explore

creative arts & aesthetics: painting, fashion design, makeup artistry, photography, or floral arranging - anything that allows you to express beauty and elegance.

music & dance: playing an instrument, singing, or learning ballroom dance (like waltz or salsa) would suit your refined yet romantic style.

writing & poetry: try journaling, writing poetry, or even starting a blog on art, beauty, or relationships.

social hobbies: think debate clubs, book clubs, or event planning.

dating advice

embodying romantic aura: enhance your charm, elegance, and grace by practicing good etiquette, speaking with warmth, and presenting yourself stylishly.

go on classic: think candlelit dinners, rooftop cocktails, picnics in beautiful gardens, and/or elegant cultural events.

seek intellectual & social chemistry: you likely value wit, charm, and deep conversations in romance. engage in flirty, lighthearted debates or discuss topics like art, philosophy, or relationships.

keep things playful: avoid drama-heavy relationships. you thrive when there’s balance, mutual respect, and emotional connection.

how to feel more alive

develop grace & poise: work on posture, speech, and movement to exude elegance. practicing dance, yoga, or even etiquette can help refine your presence.

surround yourself with positive & balanced energy: create an environment that feels peaceful/harmonious to keep your energy elevated.

embrace love & other connections: love comes in all forms - romantic, platonic, and self-love - and is key to your glow-up. strengthen your relationships, practice gratitude, and express love freely.

5h aquarius (12°, 24°), 5h uranus, and/or 5h ruler aspecting uranus

how to have more fun

seek freedom & adventure: embrace spontaneous adventures that push the boundaries of your typical fun. travel to unexpected places, or attend some quirky events that peaks your interest.

bring the unexpected into your routine: spontaneous outings, surprise visits to cool/unique spots, etc.

experiment with new idea: stay ahead of the curve - discover things that excite you. it can be a new tech gadget, a trendy hobby, or an obscure interest.

hobbies to explore

innovative creative projects: digital art, tech crafts, photography, and/or abstract painting. anything that lets you express your individuality through creativity.

learn new skills: consider picking up something new and future-oriented like coding, 3D printing, or DIY electronics. or dive into areas that expand your mind like philosophy, social justice, or science.

join group creative projects: group art projects, a shared writing effort, or even a community garden or online brainstorming team.

dating advice

be playful and independent: keep your relationships light, fun, and full of playful energy. don’t take things too seriously and allow yourself to explore a connection without pressure.

explore unconventional dating: aquarius is all about breaking tradition, so embrace non-traditional dating experiences. try online dating apps, long-distance relationships, or date someone who challenges your usual norms.

flirt and have fun: focus on intellectual connection and conversation. you might attract someone who shares your interests. don’t be afraid to be bold and spontaneous in the early stages of romance.

how to feel more alive

embrace your uniqueness: authenticity is your strength. step into your individuality and express yourself boldly whether its through fashion, music, or the way you speak. embrace being “different” and make it your superpower.

create your own style: experiment with bold, eccentric outfits/accessories. let your personal style reflect your unique energy and embrace things that make you feel confident and vibrant.

engage with intellectual curiosity: dive deep into learning something new, like exploring new philosophies, technology, or even new languages. intellectual stimulation feeds your mind and brings vibrancy to your life.

connect with like-minded people: surround yourself with people who share your enthusiasm for freedom, creativity, and innovation. the more you connect with your people, the more vibrant and energized you’ll feel.

5h ruler in the 5h

how to have more fun

embrace playfulness: don’t wait for a special occasion to have fun. add music, dance, laughter, and spontaneity into your routine.

be the main character: you naturally shine when you fully express yourself. dress boldly, speak with confidence, and let your personality take up space.

say "yes": whether it’s a concert, a themed party, or a spontaneous road trip, push yourself to be more open to opportunities.

try performance-based activities: think acting, dancing, stand-up comedy, or karaoke - anything that lets you step into a creative role.

hobbies to explore

dramatic & bold fine arts: theater, dance, spoken word poetry, and/or performance-based hobbies can help you channel your natural charisma and stage presence.

painting & fashion design: anything visually expressive, like creating your own signature wardrobe (building capsule wardrobes, pinterest look boards, etc), photoshoots, or experimenting with colors and textures (look into color theory).

creative writing & storytelling: whether it’s screenwriting, blogging, etc, you have a talent for bringing characters and ideas to life.

competitive or high-energy hobbies: sports, gaming, or activities where you can showcase your skills and win (it doesn't have to be atheism it could be chess, trivia nights, dance parties, etc).

dating advice

step into your aura: naturally you exude confidence, charm, and excitement, so own your attractiveness and let your bold, playful side shine.

go on adventurous/fun dates: think carnivals, amusement parks, live shows, and/or dance clubs rather than the M.O. of dinner-and-a-movie. you thrive in high-energy, engaging experiences.

flirt with confidence & playfulness: your best approach to romance is to be lighthearted, flirty, and fun. keep things exciting and lean into spontaneity.

how to feel more alive

move your body more: dance, yoga, and/or even just walking makes you feel energetic, present, and alive.

passion & enthusiasm: when you talk about what excites you, your energy becomes infectious - so share your passions openly.

embody ‘i am a star’ / pearl mindset: act like someone who naturally attracts good things.

5h ruler in the 8h

how to have more fun

explore the hidden & mysterious: visiting historical sites, ghost tours, or underground music scenes could be your idea of fun and you just don't know it yet.

engage in transformational activities: try breathwork, shadow work, energy healing, or meditation to explore the mind-body connection and heighten your emotional awareness.

challenge yourself with risk & thrill: activities that test your limits can excite you, like escape rooms, suspenseful movies, or adrenaline sports (rock climbing, scuba diving, skydiving, etc).

hobbies to explore

dark & intense creative arts: express yourself through photography, poetry, sculpting, or painting with a psychological or surreal edge.

mystical & esoteric studies: astrology, tarot, numerology, and mythology (plug moment - you have reach the right blog) can provide an intellectual yet mystical way to channel/inspire your creative energy.

psychological & investigative interests: you may be drawn to forensic psychology, true crime, conspiracy theories, etc.

dating advice

magnetic & intense connections: you attract soul-stirring, transformative relationships rather than surface-level flings. allow yourself to explore deep emotional intimacy while maintaining your sense of self.

mystery & power: a little mystery makes you irresistible. don’t reveal everything at once - let people peel back layers of your personality over time.

go on intimate, meaningful dates: choose dark-lit restaurants, clubs, poetry readings, or intimate, intense experiences over casual outings.

develop emotional & sexual confidence: tap into your sensuality, emotional intelligence, and your ability to create deep bonds.

how to feel more alive

own your power: stop downplaying your intensity. lean into your alluring, transformative, and enigmatic energy - it’s what makes you magnetic.

build inner strength: work on emotional resilience and "unpack baggage" that can hold you back from fully embracing joy and romance.

surround yourself with meaningful, deep relationships: let go of shallow connections and nurture bonds that challenge and transform you in the best way possible.

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[astrow0rldx]

pac tarot: traits you should embody & get rid of

one

some could be Sagittarius? libras? embody bringing peace to the situation. embody being calm and peaceful. embody being. you are a warrior, yes. embody that with strength and grace. you are wise with a high capability to have a lot of integrity, and can make wise decisions. embody going after your ideas, wishes and dreams with confidence. embody not being distracted, but still be adventurous, spontaneous, and excited to experience the world. embody for your own self and the people around you to mediate the situation because you know you have the power to. embody learning how to harmonize and balance things out.

get rid of that stubborn, resistance to change shit. get rid of attaching yourself to worldly things, materialistic things, your job, career, false idea of family, status, SUCCESS, etc. get rid of your obsession with achieving. especially if it causes conflict and competition. get rid of your motivation to always win and have a victory with something. these are great traits, but to your own degree you need to change something about how you approach this behavior.

two

embody being a leader. embody your own personal power. embody the ability to be able to shine, let yourself shine. let yourself control things, conversations, be able to speak. fuck the haters, fuck the sneaky people, fuck any fakes. if it is not a good enviroment for you, use your shineness to an advantage and get what you want. learn how to juggle things and balance your priorities with your light. embody expressing yourself, and being balanced with whatever at the same time. embody being a kid, playful and carefree sometimes.

you need to get rid of your depression. you stuck in a black hole. stop being a victim that wants to control everything. get rid of being manipulative and using things to your own upper hand advantage omg. you need to fix any mental ick, therapy, meditation.

three

embody gratitude, present in the moment, stability, and confidence. you need to embody your financial stable self, your dream career/income/lifestyle etc now while time is ticking, opportunities are out there. embody going for it, embody doing. embody learning, gaining information. embody better communication skills period, and talk more nicer. go give some love, talk to a friend, be social, or loving, go court someone or something. you need to embody your mental drive to find new love.

get rid of walking into connections so blindly, and excited though. quit letting your anxiety, delusions, confusion, swiftness, or adrenaline get you into bad situations. get rid of always being the dumb bad influence friend. get rid of your naivety, anger issues. don't even put your all into people who not putting their all into you.

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡'

full reading anthem^

[swampstew]

Tulips

Summary: sex pollen trope is infesting my brain.

Warnings: Eustass Kid X Female Reader, consent is implied, dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism because its outside sex but no one actually witnesses it, vaginal penetration, etc etc.

Minor Do Not Interact

"Oi, Y/N. Where are you going?" the brash voice of your Captain stopped you in your tracks.

"Explore a little since we're still here. Is that not ok?" the carefree smile on your face creased with worry.

You had been growing closer with Eustass Kid day by day since you had joined the crew. In retrospect it wasn't that long ago he found you on your island and invited you to join him on his adventures. You did what you could to stay on his good side, and every opportunity you spent with him seemed to drag slowly as you learned more about each other; you wouldn't have it any other way.

He lit up every corner of your mind even when he wasn't in your presence. Infiltrating every region of your brain with his sexy, brooding demeanor. That only seemed to perk up when you kept him company. At least, you hoped that's what you saw and felt, and not something you imagined.

"How many times do I gotta tell ya - don't leave the ship without telling one of the higher ups! Don't wanna lose you, dummy."

"Well there's nobody else here so I thought it was no big deal!" you stuck your tongue out at him, "I'll try to remember next time."

Kid's face broke out with an amused look, "If you fall down into some ancient, underground dwelling and no one hears you, what then? Or if you come across a carnivorous plant that tries to eat you, you think you'd regret not telling someone you'd left the ship?"

"Oh my gods stop with your whataboutisms, I get it, I'm sorry! If you're so worried about me, come along then," you resumed your walk to the gangplank.

"Let's go on a side quest," you beamed up at him. Hoping your smile would win him over so you could greedily hog his attention.

Not that he was never not willing to give it to you. He seemed to enjoy making you beg for it lately, so you were trying a new approach that didn't feel quite so...pathetic for your own sake.

Kid studied you with a piercing gaze, the grin on his face never leaving. Only growing wider.

"Just us hmm? Sure, I guess I can spare the newest, and weakest, member some one-on-one time so they can feel safe. It's a big, scary world out there."

"Byyyeeeeee," you waved as you descended the ship, leaving him with a gaping mouth.

"Hey wait up!"

---

The weather was just right, not blazing hot and just enough cover from the foliage to create an intimate atmosphere. You could talk to him about anything and everything it felt like.

Coming up on a small field of flowers, the sudden burst of color made you hover over them in appreciation. Kid was standing behind as you smelled them. Admiring the way your curves and body rounded you out so perfectly that it made his eyes glaze over.

You let out a sneeze, straightened your posture and continued your walk. Kid watched you silently before moving, falling in step with you before you ever noticed he was gone. Soon you met a fork in the path.

“Which way?” you asked him.

“I dunno,” he smirked. Pulling a handful of flowers from behind his back, he handed them to you, not looking at you but at the two routes. “Pull the petals or something.”

Stunned, you took them, “Oh! But these are so pretty, I don’t think I can.”

With a snort, he plucked a stem from your fingers and began, “Left, right, left, right…”

You fidgeted as you waited, a sudden warmth taking over you, making you clench the stems in your hand hard enough to make them wilt.

“Left, right, aaaaaand left,” he shook the remains of the pollen in the air as he tossed the last petal. With a cool touch of his metal hand on your hip, he gently pushed you on, “C’mon, the flower decided.”

A blush touched your cheeks as you wordlessly let him lead. Kid’s touch lingered for a few yards before he let go, suddenly walking ahead a little faster.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah, just scouting for a place to rest.”

You picked up your pace, yet you were no match against his long strides. He almost escaped your sight as he halted and let out a sigh of relief.

“This is a good spot. Hang out here, I need to take a leak.”

Without waiting for you, he jogged between the trees.

Perplexed, you reached a natural spring and some large, flat rocks stacked upon each other towering over the stream. You chose that spot to wait, enjoying the babble of water and low trill of insects in the breeze. Checking your watch every few minutes, you soon became impatient and rocked subtly against the stone, subconsciously seeking relief for a wispy ache.

After 15 minutes, you decided to look for your Captain. Maybe one of his wild warnings came true and he was impaled in a hole somewhere. Or he got lost. Neither option made you feel good. Thinking of his hulking, muscular body dirty and bloody, you bit your lip, gnawing on the idea of nursing him back to health in the wilderness all by yourself.

You heard frustrated curses and followed them to the source.

Eustass Kid, slamming through tree barks. The wood splintered from the impact, his mechanical arm not bothered by the strike moved on to the next tree. Grabbing the trunk with both arms—

--and rutting manically against it.

“Fuck fuck fuck!!! Go away!!!!” he bent his head down and seemingly screamed at himself.

“C-captain?” you stood a few feet from him, unsure if you should have called his attention or quietly run away while you had the chance. He seemed pissed.

Kid’s scowl should have sent your soul to the grave with how fierce it was, but the only thing you felt was your blood boiling and the ache in your body growing severely. You couldn’t help the way your body naturally shifted, thighs tightening and rubbing faintly.

He saw. His golden amber eyes never missed anything.

“Y/N,” his gravelly voice was lower than normal. Slowly, he stood to his full height and turned to you. A raging boner straining against his pants. “I-I think I’m having an allergic reaction or some shit,” he tried to explain.

Your eyes went from his face to his erection, to the flowers still in your hand. Cautiously you walked up to him, closing the distance he could feel your body heat despite not really being in contact with you. You dropped all but one to the ground, cradling the bulb in your palm as you put it in front of your faces.

And crushed it.

Puffs of pollen escaped between your fingers. Your body felt like it was a slow burning candle, and the fire was not where you yearned it to be. Kid’s pupils dilated they hardly left slivers of the color you love so much.

Your bodies crashed into each other with needy, hungry fervor. Kid’s lips devoured yours, metal hand clutching your body and pinning you to a nearby tree. You wrapped your hand around his covered cock and he let out a deep groan. He thrusted into your hand, hard enough that his body trapped yours against the tree, bucking with reckless abandon. It wasn’t long before you abandoned your grip and pulled yourself up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

He eagerly accepted the change of pace, using his flesh hand to grab at your ass to stabilize his grinding directly between your legs. A lovely melody spilled from your lips as he kept up his ministrations, unwilling to let go now after hearing the beautiful sounds you made for him. When he wasn’t even inside you yet.

It was for that reason he took his time walking back to the spring while groping and making out with you. Slamming you against every other tree so he could pleasure you both, drawing out the anticipation with agonizing edging and teasing.

“K-Ki—” you couldn’t speak, desperation robbing your brain cells as tears streamed from your eyes. “Please!”

“I’ll take care of you,” he bit your lower lip. Quick to shed both your clothes, he laid you against the smooth rock, caressing your shoulder and hip as you felt his hardened length pressing against your core.

You let out a needy whimper, Kid kissed you as he pushed in. Feeling your mewling cries against his lips, his tongue slipped into your mouth and freed your voice.

It rose higher and higher with each thrust of his cock. His own wanton moans joining yours in chorus as you climbed your peaks together.

“Fuuuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groaned, panting heavily over you. “U-under different c-circ—”

You hushed him with a scrape of your nails against his back, “Me-me too! Don’t stop, don’t—”

Kid shifted and grabbed your legs to sit higher on his hips, slamming into you deeply. The edges of your being felt hazy as your core tightened. Your walls fluttered around him as he rolled his hips, your moans coming out near breathless as your orgasm washed over you.

You clamped on his cock with a strangled shriek, head hitting the stone and nails digging into his arms as you came. A veil of white flooded your vision as you rode the wave, feeling your body moving with his in synchrony. Sweet moans spilled from your lips with every slap of his balls against your sopping cheeks.

Kid’s hips stuttered, letting out a choked cry as his hips pistoned faster. You felt his cock twitch before it left your gummy walls. He jerked his hand on his cock and when that wasn’t enough he pressed his length against your quivering lips, tip of the head nestled over your clit, and rut his hips until he came.

You could feel the hot spurts land on your belly, smearing and spreading between your bodies as he kept going. Pushing you both to the point of overstimulation.

“I can’t I can’t fuck I don’t want to stop!!” he roared, burrowing his fingers deep into your skin to leave bruises.

You answered with your own grinding, hungry for so much more. With each slide of his cock, your stomach coiled, wounding tightly quickly.

When you came, it was pain, pleasure, euphoria, hysteria, and tingling numbness all at once as your body tensed and pulsed. You felt the wave crest and then wetness on you. Then hotter, heavier droplets as Kid followed you with his own bliss.

A pool of fluids mixed between your bodies as you stayed locked in position, both of you catching your breaths, hearts beating wildly against each other.

“I meant it,” he finally muttered. Raising his head to look at you, rubbing his fingers on your jaw, “I did and still do. Meant to wine and dine you first.”

You smiled tenderly, half-lidded eyes drinking him in, “You still can. I’ve been wanting that very much.”

“Yeah?” he leaned to kiss your cheek, his slight movements triggered his arousal as he swelled against you. “What else have you been wanting from me?”

“A few things,” you let out a shy giggle, “Want to try some of them out while we’re here?”

Kid grinned widely, “You can have me for as long as you’d like.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, the aphrodisiacal effects of the flowers you inhaled will last for several, several hours.

[januaryembrs]

I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE | Marc Spector x reader

Request: @happyhauntt says - okay i am BEGGING for a fic based on the song 'forest fire' by brighton (be warned that shit HURTS) but i fully cannot decide between poe dameron, steven/marc or spencer reid so i am giving you full creative direction and i look forward to getting my heart ripped out!!

Description: Marc had always carried her with him, since they were small kids playing pirates in the yard, before things got messed up by grown up feelings and burdens. It's not until he sees her twenty years later, he realises he should have saved her.

length: 3.9k

Warnings: Heavy warnings for childhood / domestic abuse/neglect (both from Marc and also reader has a neglectful father) warnings for alcohol, the cave scene, drowning, death etc. you asked for angst, so I served!

authors note: sorry this took so damn long, today isn't even my day off and I have been too exhausted to even look at my computer, but I hope you like it!

Before Randall was too little to be part of his adventures, Marc used to play on his own in the yard. 

Usually that entailed kicking a football at the wooden fence that lined their garden, trying to knock it off his chest when it would come bouncing back the way he’d seen the professionals do it, even if it had led to three milk teeth coming loose already. 

But there weren’t kids on his street to play with, at least that’s what he thought until the one day he kicked his ball a little too high and watched it fly right over the top of the fence, bouncing into the neighbour's yard, a soft “ouch” meeting his ears. 

In minutes, a little head appeared over the wall, beady eyes frowning down at him, and he realised it was a girl around his age, maybe a little younger. 

“Did you lose this?” She held up his soccer ball he was worried he was going to have to kiss goodbye to forever, the small digits of her other hand holding onto the fence tightly. 

“Yeah! Sorry, I didn’t mean to kick it so high,” Marc said, and with no more explanation than that, she threw it over to his side of the partition, and her tiny head disappeared back below the fence line. 

He felt stunned. He knew there were moving boxes over that way a couple weeks ago, but as far as he could see there was only a man living there on his own, a scowl on his face most days. Marc had seen him shouting at the other kids on his block to stop riding their bikes in front of his house because it ‘upset the dog’, though Marc had yet to see for himself this canine friend he was speaking about. 

But there was a girl living there! A real life girl who spoke to him; granted he had lobbed a heavy soccer ball at her, from what her distaste told him, and he wondered if perhaps, despite the grumpy look on her face he realised mirrored the man he’d seen living there, that she might like to even make friends with her neighbour. 

“Wait!” He yelled, running up to the fence where she had slipped away from him, grabbing on to the top and pulling himself up to the point he was on his very tippy toes and he could only just about see her yard. 

The grass was unkempt, which was odd because Marc’s own dad cut the grass every fortnight, and there were planks of wood with nails sticking out of them strewn across the side of the shed she had used to pull herself up with. He fought the urge to cringe in disgust, because there, looking up at him from where she was making a daisy chain in the long, dry grass, alone in a pink plaid shorts and a white, dirt stained top, was the girl. 

“Do you want to play?” Marc asked, his foot nearly slipping under him where he was trying to rest it on the wood to take a closer look, “I have tennis, or swing ball we could play?” 

She looked interested at the mop of curly, black hair for a moment, before she looked back at the house that he had still yet to see any sign of a dog. 

“I’m not sure my dad would like it…” She said cautiously, almost whispering to him, picking the soil under her nails. 

“My mom could come around and get you, she could talk to him,” He offered, because this was when his mother was still mom and not Wendy. 

Before she had yet to flip his world entirely upside down with her cruel hands and vicious tongue. Before Steven. 

She seemed unsure, biting her bottom lip and stroking her arms like she was giving herself a cuddle. But she nodded, looking up at him, and he tried to hide just how excited he was to finally have someone to play with. 

“I’m Marc,” He said, grinning at her, his tongue poking between the space where his adult teeth were only just growing back in. 

She told him her name back, and it was the first time he understood what a crush was. 

–

“Marc, I’m not sure we should be doing this,” She said, grabbing his hand so tight he thought his heart might explode. 

“It’s okay, we come here all the time, don’t we, RoRo?” He reassured, looking back to where Randall, now a few years older and big enough to play with them, held onto the side of the cave, his own face nervous. 

“All the time!” The little boy echoed, because Marc knew he had a bit of a thing for her as well, because she was older and cool and smelled like a field of flowers and he hated seeming like he was scared, even though he was. 

He was just a kid. 

They were just kids. 

And being kids, they stumbled into danger without realising it, not even when the rain started coming down outside torrentially and they had to pause their game of pirates to run for cover. They hadn’t expected, in their childish excitement to continue the adventure, that the water would start pooling into the cave; that it would fill up like a basin, whether they were in there or not, and it wasn’t until the screaming started that they realised they were in the kind of danger that required an adult. 

Marc was the first one to get out, his hair soaked, his heart racing, and he used a grown up word he heard his dad use sometimes because he could have sworn they were both right behind him. 

And if that had been true, then where were they? 

He called her name, debated going back in there himself to see where they had gone, then he yelled for RoRo, because she didn’t seem to be answering. 

And there was only silence, except a clap of thunder overhead that said the rain was going to get worse; was not going to stop for hours. 

Which was when he ran to get his dad. 

By the time Elias got there, his glasses wet and steamed, his thick thatch of curls too similar to Marc’s soaked through, all he could see was a head of hair peeking out of the mouth of the cave, and his heart sank. 

He dragged her out of the dark water, arms under her shoulders as he rolled her on her front and started patting her back, trying to get her to spit some of the water out, because her face was ice and her skin was soaked and her playsuit was ripped from where she’d snagged it on the rocks. 

Marc remembered crying into his hands, gaze flicking back to the cave to see if RoRo was right behind her, if he was just waiting to be pulled out as she had been. 

But there was nothing. Nothing but rain water and moss and those damn rocks he’d been gripping onto not an hour earlier. 

His heart leapt when she spluttered finally, after his dad had thrown her over his knee and taken to giving her a one handed heimlich right between her shoulder blades. She spat the water out, her body shivering immediately, eyes bleary as they looked around as if she expected to still be in that dark hole in the wall, and Elias set her down on the grass to go look for his youngest son. 

“Stay with her, Marc,” He barked, uncharacteristically sharp for him though Marc guessed it was fear, and took off towards the cave again. Marc pulled her into his arms, and it was only then they started wailing together. 

They sat there for an hour when the rescue team finally arrived, a medical team with warm hands and even warmer blankets ushering them to the safety of the back of an ambulance, and the last thing Marc remembered for that horrible day was sitting on the stretcher with her pressed against his side, trembling under the reflective wrap they’d been tucked in that made them look like baked potatoes, wishing he had never suggested they go in that damn cave. 

–

“You’re leaving?” She said, her lip quivering, her eyes lined with tears. They sat on his bed, his duffel bag already packed, his acceptance letter burning daggers into his head from his nightstand, “Military? Marc, just think about this for a minute-”

“I have thought about it. I’m not some dumb kid making rash decisions, I want this,” Except he didn’t, not really. What he meant to say was he wanted to leave, to run away and never come back, but the idea of never seeing her again was too difficult to think about. 

She thought about it for a moment, and he held her hand when he saw her face really start to crumble then. “If you go, I’ll have no one left. You’re all I have,”

He didn’t hide the fact he saw how nervous she was when Marc would pick her up from her house and her father would see her out the door, a nasty, inebriated glare in his eyes at the Specter boy. He saw all the times she would tiptoe around the floorboards, the way he knew too well, as if she was scared of what would happen if she took up too much space, made too much noise. Or when his mother had been kind, way back before any of this had happened, and had fussed over her pretty hair, had piled food on her plate because Wendy said she needed the goodness, she had locked up entirely and looked at his mother as if she was an alien. 

Even now, when they were both seventeen, nearly adults in the grand scheme of things, he knew her father was cruel. 

“I’m sorry,” He said honestly, and he felt his own throat clogging up with real emotion he only ever let himself show when he was with her, “When I get a place of my own, I’ll come back here, and we can pack your bags together, and we can live far away from all of this,” 

And it sounded like he was spinning her a fantasy; which he was. She felt like an idiot for believing him, for flashing him a small smile and leaning her forehead to his which was the closest they ever got to admitting how they really felt about each other. 

He wanted to kiss her then, before he left to start his new life, one where they could be happy together, and he made a promise to himself that when he came back for her that would be the first thing he would do. 

He could see it now; he would be in some kind of flashy car with the top rolled down, a man grown from the regime and fitness they would teach him in the army and she would come running to him like an angel parting the clouds, like a dream that was finally within reach, and he would kiss her then, so hard it would make up for the time they had lost, the time they had grieved together, it might even make up for that day she nearly died because of him. 

So he left her, that fantasy of coming back to her keeping him going in the months of training, during roll call and exams and the small, clinical portions they would serve him in the military. 

But that day never came. Somewhere between losing himself to the alter that had formed and led a full life separately to his, between hiding Steven from the ugly truth and becoming a mercenary after dropping from the army, he tucked the dream away as a what if, and he didn’t return back to that house where his mother had caused so much hell. 

Not until the second day of her shiva, that was. 

-

“Marc?” He forgot how sweet his name sounded from her lips, and he hated to admit it in the middle of his drunken state, but he’d wished he’d never heard it again in his entire life. 

Because the second his front door opened, and a woman in a long black dress, heels and lace gloves stared back at him with a face that looked similar to a girl he once knew, only a notch between her brows that said she had done nothing but frown for twenty years, he wished he had never seen her again. 

She was beautiful, more beautiful than he ever gave her credit for, yet she looked tired. Sunken. Like she had wept and screamed alongside all the frowning. 

“Marc,” She said it more determined this time, pacing down the stairs to his home, her footsteps rushed and worried, “Are you okay?,” 

He knew he must look like a mess. He hadn’t stopped crying for three days since he got the first phone call from his father in almost two decades, since he’d learned his mother had passed, and he was already a bottle of whiskey deep by the time he’d stepped out the cab onto the street he grew up on. 

He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought she would be there. He guessed she would be far away from this place, just like he had been, in a mansion with a 401k and a dog and a neurosurgeon for a husband. She had always deserved it. 

But here she was, grabbing the bottle out of his hand gently, rubbing a hand over his shoulder like not a day had gone by that they hadn’t seen one another, and it didn’t take him much convincing at all to pull her into a hug he had needed since the day he left. 

“My mum’s dead,” Marc said, sounding like a little boy again when he wept into her neck, squeezing her body to his, and he felt her rubbing his back soothingly. 

“I know, Marc, I’m so sorry,” She hummed, and she smelled like a fancy floral perfume he couldn’t afford to give her before, “I know you must be feeling complicated,”

He nodded, because he couldn’t have put it better himself. He felt complicated. 

“I missed you,” She said, like it was a confession, and he cried harder, his face burying into the crook of her shoulder. 

“I missed you too,” 

“How’s Steven? Is he still around?” She asked, pulling him away to root through her pocket for the pack of tissues she’d kept handy for the day. He took a deep breath, rubbing his sleeved arm over his face to dry it even the slightest. He could feel his cheeks sopping wet from where he had sobbed in the back of the cab like a madman all the way here. 

But she was still fussing over him, and she looked just as pretty as he had remembered her, sitting on his bed that day, if not only a little more tired under her eyes.

Ofcourse she had known about Steven. How else was he supposed to explain the times they would be playing boyfriend-girlfriend together and he would become a different person. 

Sometimes Steven would remember her too, because it didn’t matter to her who he was, she was his best friend either way. He remembered a girl who smelled like summer, sitting on the swings and eating ice lollies together, taking it in turns to push each other, blue tongued and happy. 

“Yeah, sometimes,” He replied quietly, as she handed him the tissues, “He misses you, too,” 

She smiled at him with her lips pressed tightly.

“I take it you’re not coming in?” She said in a careful tone, and he shook his head quickly. 

“No- I just can’t,” He said, tears welling up in his eyes in seconds, and she wrapped him in another hug immediately, soothing his hurt as fast as it had bubbled back up.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, you don’t have to,” She hummed, stroking down his back gently, and he hugged her tightly as if she was the only thing keeping him together. 

He opened his mouth to speak when his front door opened again, and he worried for a second that it was Elias. 

Instead, he saw a girl no older than five emerge in a cute, poofy dress that met her knees, her hair tucked into a neat braid, lace gloves matching her own as she lingered at the doorway. 

And perhaps the thing that struck him the quickest; she was the damn near double of the girl he’d hit in the head with his soccer ball in that very yard. 

“Mommy,” The girl said in a gentle coo, her eyes empathetic as she met his gaze, more empathetic than he knew children could feel. But, he supposed, if she was her daughter then it didn’t surprise him in the slightest. 

His best friend turned, her face smoothing out into something peaceful when she saw her little girl, and he knew then she was born to be a mother. Nothing like his own, nothing like Wendy, and he cursed himself for not seeing it sooner. 

She was a mother. 

“Yes, baby?” She said, half stepping towards her child as the girl stumbled down the first step towards them, and she was quick to swoop her into her grasp and onto her hip. 

“I need to use the bathroom,” The girl said shyly, peeking a glance at him over her mum’s shoulder, and she waved at him with tiny fingers. 

He waved back, even if the sight of her had dumped a bucket of cold water all over his body. 

“Alright, baby. Just wait in the foyer, I’ll come take you in just a second, I’m just speaking to my friend right now,” She said, stroking over the back of the girl’s hair softly, and kissing her chubby cheek. “Is that okay?”

She nodded, and her mum kissed her once more, plopping her back on the top step to direct her back into the house. And they were alone again. 

She looked at him guiltily, stepping back towards him as she fiddled with her sleeves nervously, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t get childcare and I don’t really know anyone in state anymore-”

“No, it-it’s fine,” He stammered, feeling her watching him for his reaction carefully, “What’s her name?” 

“Dalilah,” She replied, rubbing hands up her arms to calm herself. 

“Where’s her dad?” Marc asked, hoping he didn’t sound bitter, but the whiskey made it sound like a bite. 

She shrugged, “He wanted the cars and the house when we split; I wanted her,” She said calmly, like it wasn’t one bomb after another to be dropped on him. 

He knew nothing about her life. He had tried to run away from that promise he’d made her for twenty years, because he knew he would never be good enough for her; that he could never give her the happiness she deserved, even before he had become the Moon Knight. 

At his core, he would rot her, ruin her. He would destroy her.

And yet hearing it was just the two of them alone, he felt like he could take out the piece of shit who ran out on them barehanded and go home to sleep next to her soundly.  

He felt like perhaps, as much grief and anguish as returning back to that house had caused him, perhaps this was his second chance. His chance to be what she needed, to be something good.

He would be so good to them. He would give them everything if she asked. 

“I’m not really in town much, especially with my dad still around,” She said, gesturing to where her yard still stood, full of junk and a dog that had supposedly been kicking strong for two decades, “But I would love to see you again. Lila has school most days so you’re free to come over any day of the week if you want it to be just us; I work at home,” She scribbled an address about two hours away down on a piece of paper, along with her phone number, handing it to his distraught face with a sad smile, somewhat hopeful he would take the olive branch she was shaking his way. 

He took it with a nod, his bottom lip still trembling before he bit it hard enough to force it to stop. He would love to see her, if he would even allow himself something good. If he would just let go of the resentment for everything that reminded him of that time, he could see the two of them healing one another slowly, but surely. 

She could fix him. And he could fix her. The way it had always been with them. 

“Yeah, I’d love that,” Marc said softly, allowing her to grab him tightly one more time, “I really did miss you,” 

She laughed, not properly more like a sad breath out, squeezing him to her, “I loved you so much. I never let you go, you know that?” 

He tried not to sob, almost holding her so maddeningly hard she couldn’t ever leave. 

But he had to let go eventually, and he watched her walk back up the stairs to where his family mourned, her face glinting with something hopeful, holding a flashlight out to him where he was walking around in the dark blindly.

He tried to smile back, though he knew it wouldn’t be the same, wouldn't be truly untouched by the grief he wallowed in. 

And by the time he got back to his hotel room, alone, even more drunk, Khonshu had another job for him that would whisk him away for two weeks. But he kept her number, the piece of paper gripped in his hand tight, like he was determined to keep his promise this time around.

He dialled her number exactly fifteen days later, his body aching, his nose bloodied, but something lighter in his chest at the prospect of seeing her again. The light in his dark, the girl on the swings he’d once pretended to marry during their game of house (the rings had been tiny daisy chains she’d woven together just that morning, their officiant was Randall who could barely ride a bike let alone remember the vows he was supposed to say.) 

Only when the phone got put through, a different woman answered, and the light flickered back out into something cold and dark and vengeful. 

“Oh, oh god, you haven’t heard?” He swallowed thickly, “She was hit by a drunk driver last week picking Lila up from school,” The woman, her cousin, explained, her voice teary and solemn, and he didn’t doubt she’d had to make a thousand of these calls the past few days, “They said it was quick, and Lila went fast so she wasn’t in any pain- and she was only in the ambulance for ten minutes before her heart stopped so she wasn’t hurting long either-” 

But he put the phone down, his eyes wide, his body numb, his chest empty and lonely. 

Because the very last bit of good in him was gone; because everything he touched was cursed and tainted from the offset. 

It took what felt like twenty cups of whiskey for him to black out that night, he knew sleep would evade him, he knew not to even bother trying. And Jake Lockely woke up for him, something mean and hateful in the black of his eyes. 

He didn’t care who, but someone was going to pay for his cielo being taken from them. 

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Platonic dynamics I want to see more in the (tiny) Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fandom:

Jack being like an older brother to Hiccup and sort of seeing an older version of Jamie in him and not scoffing at how nerdy he is ("holy crap you MADE this? Man show me how it works!!")

Rapunzel post-her-movie being all gung-ho and cheery, and Merida trying to get her to stop being so naïve, only for Rapunzel to calmly list all the ways she was betrayed and abused throughout her adventures (and you'd only have to go through the canon events of the movie and show to make this work, btw, girl's been through STUFF) and tells Merida she is upbeat and kind because she chooses to believe that most people are good, because so many people stuck with her through so much and so many people came back to her after betraying her. And Merida is like "well dang ok, wanna learn to shoot a bow"

Jack being calm, responsible, and protective of the others without becoming too angsty in the process- playing harmless little pranks to bring everyone's spirits up, that sort of thing

Merida being annoyed by Jack at first, but it's because she misses her brothers, not because she categorically dislikes the pranks. She tells Jack this and he asks her to join him doing pranks. She has much more fun after this.

Rapunzel is good at many things, but not so much inventing, as we see in TTS; her trying to assist Hiccup and him being good-natured about it but entirely accidentally outclassing her

Jack very deliberately keeping his past and loneliness to himself, and the others figuring out something's off because they never catch him sleeping, he's pensive when he's not interacting with them, he's got such wide and extensive experience, and he starts admitting bits and pieces like "I'm older than I look" etc etc

Jack never openly getting angry with the kids because they're kids and he's a Guardian, so instead when one of them is upset or trying to pick a fight with him, his staff will glow brighter or it'll get cloudier or windier or snowier- his magic responds, but Jack refuses to, making his calm all the more scary.

Jack being the first to realize Rapunzel has been through Stuff and sitting down with her when the other two are asleep "what happened to you?" entirely gently and patiently because HE'S A GOOD BIG BROTHER DANGIT I WANT THIS SIDE OF HIM TO SHOW MORE-

Hiccup worrying/getting upset/doing that I Have To Stand Alone thing and Rapunzel approaching him like "you're not the only one who grew up alone, you know. It's okay to rely on us, we won't let you down"

Hiccup doing the I Have To Stand Alone thing in general cause I don't see that a lot in crossovers or at least the arts

The others finding Jack in weird places because super-balance go brr

Jack being reluctant to touch any of the kids for any reason because he doesn't want to see the way they treat him change once they realize how cold and inhuman he really is

Merida recognizing Jack immediately as the only other obviously competent fighter by the way he moves (she was raised around all manner of warriors and guards, after all) and immediately setting about allying herself with him because Heaven knows they all need as much protection as they can get

Merida helping Hiccup to have a moment like he has in the HTTYD books where he realizes he's actually a really amazing swordfighter when he actually uses his dominant hand

Hiccup and Rapunzel asking Merida and Jack what siblings are like

Jack just treating them all like his little siblings

Jack and Merida gathering ingredients together and, depending on the region, Jack teaching Merida the safe local vegetation and herbs because he's been everywhere. Also, Jack teaching the others how to cook with local ingredients

Jack knowing a lot about herbal medicine and helping and teaching the others

After much internal deliberation, Jack choosing Hiccup to hold his staff while he takes care of two-handed tasks

Jack knowing how to style hair because of Mary, and he and Merida helping Rapunzel tame her hair

[ilovegeorgie]

begging for a ringo x reader where they just walk the streets, go shopping, etc etc. a cute date day :3

have i told you lately that i love you?

ringo starr x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none !

summary: going out with richi

a/n: hiii, im so srry for not being so active these days :/, ive been going trhough a lot of stuff, my mental health has been on the floor, but im backkk so, hope yall like it

it was one of those soft, quiet, and slow mornings, the kind where you pull the blanket up a little higher and just let the world spin without you for a bit. outside, a gentle grey sky settled over the neighborhood, diffusing the light into a sort of silvery haze. she was curled up on the couch, cup of tea resting against her chest, still warm from the steep. the music in the background murmured something calm, and honestly, you were debating whether pants were even necessary today.

then there was a knock.

her eyebrows furrowed, its not like she was expecting anyone.

curious, she peeked through the window by the door… and her heart skipped a beat.

there he was.

it was ringo, he was standing right there at her doorstep with a slightly uneven bouquet of sunflowers and daisies in one hand, and the kind of smile that made her stomach flutter like a thousand butterflies.

“morning, love,” he said casually, as if it were totally normal to show up unannounced like this.

she opened the door slowly, blinking. “ringo? what are you..?”

“i just woke up thinkin’ about you,” he said, like it was no big deal. “so i thought i’d pop round. also brought you these. oh and you’re comin’ with me.”

she stared at him. “i’m what now?”

“lets go out. together. right now.” he extended the flowers toward her with a hopeful glint in his eye. “c’mon. like and adventure.”

she let out a surprised little laugh. “i’m literally in pajamas.”

“i love your pajamas,” he said without missing a beat. “but if it helps, i’ll wait while you get dressed.”

she looked at him for a second, flowers now cradled in her arms like a secret, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“…give me ten minutes.”

by the time she stepped back outside, slightly flustered from rushing but warm in her favorite outfit, ringo lit up like he hadn’t just seen her a few minutes ago.

“there’s my girl,” he said, and offered her his arm. “shall we?”

they didn’t really have a destination. that was the best part.

she walked hand in hand through the city streets, where the trees were just beginning to bud with spring. they stopped at a tiny record store with a dusty window display and spent twenty minutes flipping through vinyls. he held one up, a jazz record with a saxophone player on the front, and said, “you’d look better on this cover, y’know.”

she rolled her eyes. “you’re so cheesy.” he just grinned at her comment.

after that, he led her down to a tucked-away bookshop, one of those places that smelled like wood and ink. she got lost in different aisles, occasionally bumping into each other to show off strange or beautiful covers. they both left with books they probably didn’t need, and a tiny set of matching silver rings from a street vendor, etched with stars and totally impulsive. he slid hers onto her pinky with a ridiculous flourish, and said, “now we’re totally married”

while they were strolling through some park, they found some little local shops, the kind with hand-painted signs, overflowing windows, and soft music spilling onto the street.

“let’s go in here,” ringo said suddenly, tugging her gently toward a small boutique with glass doors and warm yellow lighting.

the shop smelled like vanilla and cedar, with shelves full of everything, candles, stationery, cups with silly sayings, vintage scarves, potted plants. it was completely random and perfect.

ringo, like the curious little kid he is, was poking at everything. “look at this!” he called from across the room, holding up a cup shaped like a frog. “you need this.”

“i dont think so,” she laughed, joining him. he raised his eyebrows and gently placed it in her arms anyway.

“now you do.”

she rolled her eyes, but didn’t put it back.

he later found a rack of sunglasses and began trying them on one by one, each more ridiculous than the last, oversized heart-shaped ones, ones with sparkles, even a pair with pineapple frames. she nearly cried laughing when he looked at her, dead serious, and said, “this is my new look. gonna tell the boys so we can all start wearing these in the studio.”

they were both a little breathless from laughing by the time they checked out, their bag now filled with random treasures: the frog cup, matching socks with strawberries, and a candle he picked out that smelled like “cozy mornings.” he insisted on paying.

“you can spoil me later,” he joked, nudging her shoulder as they stepped back outside.

the next stop was a thrift store tucked between a bakery and a bookstore. inside, it was dim and a little musty, but absolutely full of character. she flipped through clothes while ringo browsed records. at one point he called her over, holding up a hideous floral jacket.

“you have to try this on.”

“it’s so ugly,” she giggled.

“exactly. it’s art.”

she did try it on, just to make him laugh, which worked, because he doubled over, clapping his hands like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. “oh, that’s it,” he said between laughs. “you’re wearing that to dinner.”

...

they ended up sharing a pastry from the bakery next door afterward, sitting on a little bench outside, their bags at on the floor and knees touching. the cinnamon sugar stuck to her fingers, and he licked some off her thumb like it was the most casual thing in the world, then smiled when she blushed.

“i like this,” he said quietly, eyes crinkling.

“what, shopping with me?”

“yeah, but also this,” he replied. “just… you. like this.”

she smiled down at her hands, leaning her head against his shoulder and whispered, “me too.”

...

later they didnt walk that much, they found a park and sat on a bench beneath some bare trees just beginning to bloom. the wind played with her hair. ringo leaned back, arm stretched behind her, fingers brushing her shoulder lazily.

she didn’t even need to talk much anymore. it was enough just being there.

eventually, she grew tired, the air a little cooler and her eyes a little heavier than she realized.

“you alright, darling?” ringo asked softly, noticing the way her shoulders had slumped.

“yeah,” she murmured. “just… tired. but i don’t want you to go yet.”

he gave her a soft smile. “then i’m staying.”

they both ended up back at her place, legs tangled on the couch. the flowers he brought were now in a vase on the windowsill, catching the late afternoon light. the world outside felt far away.

she curled into his side, her cheek resting against the soft fabric of his shirt, and his arm wrapped securely around her like a blanket.

neither of them spoke.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So i hope its okay... Can i request arven penny nemona and kieran Meeting a pokemon Trainer that is basiclly Pokemon sword/shield MC and maybe hop or marni come to visit? Or it can just be Just the Trainer i wouldn't mind anyway here's the team

A inteleon is kinda like a big brother to the team but still is Sometimes mischevous

Zamazenta who May look cold but is essentialy a big puppy

Gerdevoir who kinda has a sibling like rivaly with with salazle on who's stronger

Salazle who is a little diva but both her or gardevoir will beat you up if you insult the other

And a sylveon and glaceon who are like peas in a pod and will go out to defend the other if something happend

Anyway you don't have to write it if you don't want to since its kinda long and have a good day/night 💜💛

Arven

Apparently saving a region from an ecological crisis wasn't your first rodeo..as you've done this in Galar too.

After sharing stories of how you became champion, prevented Chairman Rose from causing a second "Darkest Day" with Eternatus, revived the Hero Duo (with Zamazenta being living proof), etc...Arven's fully convinced you need a vacation.

Funny enough, Paldea was meant to be your fresh start and a way to begin your studies like a normal kid.

But of course that didn't happen.

Facing the Titan Pokémon together reminds you of the Dynamaxed ones, but you thanked Arceus they weren't that gigantic nor have any brutal G-Max moves.

When it comes to food, Arven learns you can make a mean curry dish, often trading each other recipes.

In fact, you've made so many types that your team is just happy to eat whatever you've cooked up.

Speaking of which..your current team is the same one from Galar. You decided they were ready for a new adventure in a new region by your side.

Inteleon, once a timid Sobble, tended to sneak bites of curry/sandwiches from the others, but otherwise acts like a cool older brother to your team.

His Snipe Shot is deadly and he lowkey missed being able to Gigantamax, although he likes how flashy he becomes when terastalized.

Zamazenta actually enjoys belly rubs, discovering this only after witnessing Arven give Mabosstiff pets on the stomach.

Gardevoir and Salazzle have been rivals since they were a Ralts and Salandit, having a few sparring matches during camps/picnics.

But trust they will BOTH go on the offense if anyone dared hurt the other. Arven witnessed this firsthand down in Area Zero when an Iron Hands attacked Salazzle with a ground move, and Gardevoir's Moonblast absolutely destroyed it.

Finally, Sylveon and Glaceon were two inseparable Eevees. You couldn't catch one without taking the other with you, and ever since then they've stuck together like glue, even evolving at the same time.

When Hop and Marni visited you in Paldea (whether to just travel or study abroad), Arven gets a little jealous that they were your friends before he was..but learns to get along with them.

Penny

Assuming she was studying abroad in Galar (after ditching Team Star) when the events of SWSH took place, she definitely would have seen your face around social media and on nearly ever TV station.

She knew you defeated Leon in the championship.

But she NEVER would've guessed it was you who also stopped the second Darkest Day from happening--and quelled Eternatus, of all things.

It was like you were the protagonist of some epic anime, doing all this heroic stuff yet being so casual when talking about it to her, Arven, and Nemona.

But she wants to hear all about your adventures!

Even though she was a little jealous you did all these cool things while she had to continue her studies.

She's thrilled to meet your Sylveon and Glaceon, finding their strong bond to be sweet and similar to her own Eeveelutions.

If you went to Crown Tundra, she immediately asks if you met her father and apologizes on his behalf if he was too overbearing.

But you amuse her with the story of how Calyrex kept temporarily possessing his body to speak to you.

The first time you brought out Zamazenta, Penny was a little intimidated by the way it looked at her menacingly...

Until it does the same thing Miraidon/Koraidon did to her during Operation Starfall:

And that is tackle her in kisses and icky wolf slobber.

She wonders why all your Legendaries do this to her..

Underneath the gruff, tough, and battle-hardened appearance, it turns out that it's really just a giant puppy longing to be spoiled like a Growlithe.

Nemona

Right from the get-go, she knew you were Galar's most recent champion and wanted to see how you fight.

Of course, that meant you had to adapt from the Dynamaxed battles you were so accustomed to and get used to Terastalized battles instead.

But you're a quick learner.

In fact your Inteleon, despite being at a disadvantage against her Pawmot, still managed to sweep half her team.

Sometimes you'll have your Paldea starter in your party in place of Zamazenta, but when you brought the shield wolf out for the first time during a picnic...Nemona was in awe.

"So THIS is one of the legendary heroes that Ms. Raifort taught us about????" She gawks, especially as you bring out the rusted shield and let it transform.

Penny made a good point: you may as well be a modern-day hero of Galar yourself!

She also wanted to hear all about your trials and tribulations with the gym challenge, having seen your battle on television and how Leon congratulated you for winning the championship.

Ngl it made her tear up the first time she rewatches it with you, proud of how you were still eager to finish it even though the Second Darkest Day interrupted the match and almost destroyed the whole region.

It lowkey made her feel bad when you, her, and the others had to go down to Area Zero and prevent another disaster that would've also unleashed dangerous Pokémon all across the region...

Yeah, you definitely needed a break and a chance to feel like a normal trainer.

And what better way to do that than to battle Nemona again and again?

Kieran

When you first met in Kitakami, you never struck him as the type to be Galar's Champion (as well as its savior from the second Darkest Day--the first one being an event he read about in books).

It's not something you liked to brag about anyways. So you downplayed your experiences while talking to him during the signboard project.

All he knew was that you lived in Galar and participated in the gym challenge. That's it.

Only when you show up to BB Academy does he overhear people talking about you like you're some celebrity, and he realizes you've been keeping even more secrets from him...

"Did you hear?? The Galar Champion is joining the league club!"

"I heard they reawakened Zacian and Zamazenta! They brought the heroes of Galar back to life!"

He refuses to believe it up until the moment you two battle, where Gardevoir and Salazzle worked incredibly well together, before you sent out Zamazenta near the very end.

Ofc Kieran is FURIOUS, screaming about how you lied to him yet again and "never changed".

"You told me you were just a normal kid from Galar...WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING FROM ME?!!"

It's so unfair. You're hailed as a hero in a different region, you held two (and eventually three) champion titles, AND you have Zamazenta on your side...while he's a nobody from Kitakami who gave up so much and worked so hard--only to realize he'll never be even half as great as you.

How could he ever be like you with so many achievements under your belt?

But after you two become friends again (with you apologizing for not fully telling him the truth about yourself), Hop called you in hopes of visiting the academy's Terarium to research the Pokémon there.

You introduce him to Kieran, and they have a long chat about their rivalry with you.

Things get a little awkward when Hop rambles about his constant losses against you and his desires to become stronger (plus his struggle to step out of Leon's shadow), only to find his true calling as a professor in the end.....before asking Kieran how he coped.

"...oh um...I-I didn't really cope that well. I got jealous and bitter and..let's just say I wasn't very nice to [y/n]." He mutters, feeling ashamed.

"Awh really? But you seem like a nice chap now!" Your Galarian rival/friend tries cheering him up, although he understood his pain and felt that same humiliation several times before.

But Kieran did learn a thing or two from him, just like he did from Nemona. Battling was still his calling, but he forgot how to have fun with it, and he needed that reminder.

He mentions trading you an Applin, and Hop does a spit-take, asking if he knew what that meant (or if you told him).

If so, then he congratulates you both on your new relationship.

If not, then you let Kieran google it on your rotomphone...

Before he buries his face into Zamazenta's fur a few seconds later, trying to hide his worsening blush while you and Hop just laugh.