#both Very Good Bois with a hidden passionate side

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Writing Game 1.4: Campfire

Prompt: Campfire Pairing: Clark Kent/Steve Rogers

"I still think it's cheating." Steve grins, watching Clark roll his eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry that the 'Star-Spangled Man With a Plan' couldn't get the flint working."

"Wow, do people still know about that one? I kinda thought that one would die off. It's a bit of a mouthful."

"I was just a very good history student."

"Aren't you a reporter? Shouldn't you be more interested in current events?"

"You are current." Clark laughs. "But also, you've got to know where you've been to know where you're going, right?"

"Then I guess I must know that better than anyone." Steve clicks his teeth, shooting Clark a grin. His face must be funny, because Clark snorts in an effort to stifle his giggles.

It wasn't exactly a common thing for them, camping, but during a week spent in Smallville with the Kents, Steve took the opportunity when Clark mentioned it to get them some private time. Martha and Jonathan are wonderful, but their guest room is just not conducive for two large muscular men in the same bed.

"I really liked getting to see your home. It's fascinating to me... were you ever really that small?"

Clark laughs again. "Yeah. I was quite the shrimpy kid, you know. It was one of the things I liked - Pa was a late bloomer too, and it made me feel connected to him when they told me when I was adopted."

Steve nods. "They're lucky to have you. And you with them. I think my mom woulda liked them. And you."

Clark lies back on the soft grass, looking up through the trees to the night sky. "You're doing okay, right?"

"Hmm?" Steve asks, glancing back at him. "Okay about what?"

"That joke Pa made this morning. About you being older than him."

It was harmless, Steve thought. In his own way, Jonathan was trying to put Steve at ease about it. It was a weird situation, even he would admit. How would he feel if his and Clark's son was marrying a guy who looked his age but was older than him? And then the idle thought hits him in full force that he just imagined him and Clark having a kid in the future. Starting a family. But he didn't let his wild thoughts run away with his mouth. "I didn't mind, honestly. I like that he's... okay enough to joke, I guess?"

Steve flops back onto the grass and rolls onto his side, looking right at Clark. "I love you."

"Aww. I love you too."

The reply is always so easy for Clark. It still makes Steve jumpy, the idea of being so open and free with his love - even when he knew his attraction to more than just women, he knew only that kind was "acceptable" in polite society. The first time he kissed Clark in public, he had a reaction that was somehow like the euphoric feeling of cresting the top of a roller coaster and having a panic attack all at once.

Clark scoots closer, and Steve opens his arms to cuddle him close.

"Thanks for doing this. I know maybe a whole week with my parents might be overwhelming-"

"It's really not. Martha and Jon are... they're amazing people. And you have such a close relationship with them - what, am I gonna make you choose, them or me?" Steve scoffs. "I think, even under normal circumstances, your parents are probably the best ever."

Clark beams at him, and graces him with a long, slow, passionate kiss. "All the same, we'll head home after tomorrow. I wanna do things with you that I really don't wanna be in my parents' house for."

Steve blushes, and Clark kisses him again. "I mean... technically we're not in your parents' house right now."

It's so hard to fluster Clark, and Steve cherishes the chances he gets to. Clark goes bright red, and then rolls off of Steve, laughing. "Okay, someday I'll tell you about when I came out to my parents. Let's just say I'm never trying to have sex on their land again."

"Oh, come on, you have to tell me now!"

"Fine. We were fooling around. Me and this boy from school. A good friend, Billy Crescent. My first boyfriend, after Lana and I broke up. And he, well... let's just say I caused a sonic boom and knocked down a whole buncha trees."

Steve starts to snicker, and bursts into full on guffaws. Clark pouts just a moment before he starts to laugh too.

"Alright, alright. We'll make sure not to cause another environmental incident until we get home." Steve teases, silencing Clark's retort with another long kiss.

They speak and kiss well into the night, and long after their campfire dies down, they cuddle in each other's arms, fast asleep.

[doodlesfromthebird]

I'm just going to establish that the large boy is Mattheus and the willowy halloween gremlin is Kassian. sO. THERES A FACT.... Kassian has ghostly powers, including a limited ability to phase through objects. He can't phase mundane clothing on his back or other people. He phases through walls so often he forgets which doors are "pull" or "push". Theres typically a bit of confusion when he HAS to use one. MORE FACTS UNDER CUT!

Mattheus' super strength developed as a child and it was a difficult thing for him to control. He accidentally broke a bone in one of his brothers hands when playing and he felt so awful he wore oven mitts on his hands for a week, as if it would lessen the effects of his strength

Mattheus loves olives and Kassian loathes them entirely, so whenever offered some he'll give them to Mattheus. Kassian will finish whatever sweets Mattheus can' if the sweets are too rich.

Kassian has unnecessarily swoopy cursive for handwriting. Mattheus has very sharp and scratchy, large print. (His "S"'s all look like lightning bolts. It's very cute.)

Mattheus is the tallest person in his family. He's 6'5" (almost 200 cm) the second tallest is his brother, Torin at 5'7 (abt 173cm) by a few cm. Mattheus towers over everyone in his family.

Kassian is allergic to the entire season of Spring. Pollen is constantly assaulting his sinuses, he gets eaten alive by bugs, and he swears the springtime sun gives him hives. (it doesn't, he's being drama queen)

Neither of them get much of an opportunity to do artsy hobbies, but Mattheus is fairly skilled in pottery and ceramics, and kassian likes drawing flowers and dabbles in candle-making.

they're both monster-hunting partners that specialize in exterminating a very particular kind of monster. Kassian is a mage that specializes in dark and illusion magic where Mattheus is a fighter that specializes in two-handed heavy weapons. They're very good at it.

Yes, they've done the thing where Mattheus does pushups and Kassian sits on his back.

Kassian is very open with his expressions, (he's my muse for intense expression drawing) and body-language. He's very theatrical, but he's easily embarrassed and quick to shrink in on himself. Mattheus is outwardly very stoic but is actually very passionate and softhearted.

Mattheus is what people in their world call a "young god". It's a very demigod inspired concept, where god-like traits are given to humans via gods/guardians as a sort of "blessing" if a particular family was favored by a divine being, or if the human themself was favored. Mattheus (and his sis Mainara) was blessed by two sibling gods because they favored his mother's side (long story, but in short they both had the hots for his grandmother) to which his parents were like..."uh thanks i guess??"

Kassian is the kind of person who doesn't give pencils back/puts empty containers of food back in the pantry when he's done. Mattheus drinks milk out of the carton and sneezes unnecessarily loud. Both can cook, but they both wait til they have no clothes left to do laundry.

The way they fight relies on a sort of linking of mind and energy (the closest I can think of is "drift compatibility") in a way that grounds the other as sort of an anchor. It balances Kass's sensitivity to spiritual noise and Mattheus's grounded and focused nature.

Kassian easily picks up on hidden magical frequencies mattheus can't, and Mattheus's senses are heightened to "real world" sounds and smells Kassian can't detect. Mattheus is a good strategist/planner/tracker and Kassian can slither into places to scout.

Mattheus loves all animals but especially dogs. Big dogs. Kassian is a little skittish and hesitant around living things smaller than him, but typically likes quiet animals like cats and rabbits. Big animals love HIM though and he's been knocked over by many a large dog/creature

Kassian is 25 (December 24th) Mattheus is 23 (August 30th) [he often gets "you're a lot younger than you look" I think if you get to know him a little bit and the first impression of his height & strong features fade, you kind of see he still has a boyishness to his face]

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Here's the second prompt of my Penny Dreadful Series for the SPOOKINKY event by the lovely @tsukimefuku ... This is about GOJO x DR.JECKYLL AND MR HYDE... Hope you'll like it!

Summary: after weeks of chaste dating, you finally get to discover the hidden side of Gojo's identity... 😏

4.3k words (sorry this turned out endless 😅)

Warnings: smut/nsfw (unprotected pinv,mentions of praise kink, soft bondage, edging and overstimulation) and dark content (body horror descriptions) ahead---MDMI!

This fic is dedicated to @gojhoes :of the kindest souls on this Earth🩵

"I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both."

-R.L. Stevenson

💙GOJOO💙“Good morning, sweetheart. How is my princess today? Looking forward to Halloween 👻 🎃 can't wait to see your pretty face again”

 A smile lights up your drowsy face as you shuffle toward the kitchen, the remnants of sleep still numbing your muscles. The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the room just as a notification from Gojo Satoru, that enigmatic boy you’ve been dating for a while, shatters the quiet. His clear, cerulean eyes captivated you from the moment he first said 'hello,' and since then, you have been ensnared by his cheeky smile, a playful secret hidden behind his angelic façade.

You read his message again, feeling a thrill dance along your spine: you’ve never quite understood how Gojo always seems to know when you wake, even though he is currently abroad for work. Each morning, your phone vibrates on the bedside table, precisely at the moment you stir from sleep. It’s as if his mind is somehow connected to you, a ghostly presence lingering in your routine. This is but one of the many mysteries cloaked within the curve of his lips.

No matter how your bond has been growing stronger by the day lately, there remains a vast chasm of secrets between you. Indeed, you still know very little of his life, and at times he becomes elusive to your questions: you’ve learned he is some sort of teacher during your last date at a quaint downtown bakery, abruptly interrupted by a frantic phone call from two breathless children. You watched, heart racing, as his alabaster brows knitted together in concern, his expression darkening before he disappeared in the crowded streets of Tokyo, leaving you with nothing but the faint echo of his hurried apologies.

On that particular afternoon, just before his sudden departure, he had surprised you with your first, fleeting, passionate kiss—elusive and intoxicating. His lips brushed against yours without warning, igniting a fire that left you breathless, a mere flicker of what was to come. He pulled away, leaving you dazed, his trademark smirk lingering in the air like smoke from a dying fire. Each encounter with him is like a storm—unpredictable, electric, and utterly consuming.

Though your time together is limited by his mysterious work, each moment is charged with an intensity that makes the air around you crackle. Yet, as the time to part draws near, you are always left with an insatiable thirst for more—a yearning to delve deeper into his world, to bask in the light of his presence. You find yourself anxiously awaiting Halloween night, the date of your next rendezvous, when you will finally meet Yuji and Megumi, the boys Gojo mentors.

A flicker of hope stirs within you. You know he will have to drive the boys back to their dorm at midnight, meaning that you two probably won't get to indulge in a passionate night together, but a part of you—one that has been aching for weeks���hopes that tonight will be different. You crave the feel of his hands on your body, an electric connection that has yet to be fully realized. His teasing stares, his accidental touches, the sly innuendos that always charge the air around you with a crackling sexual tension —will they finally culminate in something more? You can’t shake the nagging thought that perhaps he doesn’t desire you as much as you crave him. You can't help wondering why such a confident and cheeky guy hasn't laid a finger on you yet otherwise…

Shaking your head to dispel such thoughts, you remind yourself to embrace the moment. You begin your day, anticipation thrumming in your veins like a heartbeat, until finally, Halloween night arrives.

…

You step out, the city cloaked in an eerie ambience, shadows stretching as if alive, whispering secrets of the night. The sky is a swirling mass of clouds, translucent specters drifting against a backdrop of a pale, full moon that casts an unsettling light over the streets. A gentle breeze nudges you closer to your destination, the air thick with the scent of autumn and the faint echo of laughter from masked children.

As you approach, the moon breaks free from the veil of clouds, illuminating the figure of Gojo in the distance. He stands with an effortless grace, leaning against the sleek door of his Tesla, casual yet striking—his leather jacket unbuttoned at the neck, revealing a glimpse of his alabaster, toned chest beneath. His sunglasses, a puzzling accessory for the night, lend him an eccentric charm under the neon glow of nearby clubs.

For a moment, you cannot help but admire him, the way his messy, white hair falls across his forehead, how his presence seems to draw the very essence of the night towards him. He almost glows, ethereal in the midst of the crowd, a guardian angel in the crowd.

Yet, as you near, an unsettling sensation prickles at the nape of your neck, a sense that something is amiss. The thrumming energy of the crowd—children and adults alike, lost in their masquerades—feels like a collective wicked ritual, a dance of shadows and light.

Just as you are about to call out to Gojo, a hoarse voice slithers from a darkened alley, pulling your attention away. “Pretty girl, come closer, please…” You turn, heart racing, to find the figure of a grotesque old woman, her hunched frame pressed against the cold pavement, a deck of worn tarot cards clutched in her gnarled hands. Taken aback by her rough voice, you freeze midstep, imagining the woman, probably a beggar, is in need of help: “Excuse me…you meant me? How may I help you? Do you need anything?”

“Perhaps I am the one who can help you, my dear…” Her voice trembles with an otherworldly timbre. The old woman’s face tilts up, revealing eyes that are eerily closed, as if she were a specter herself. “Spare change in exchange for a revelation… I can offer you a glimpse into the mysteries of the man who has stolen your heart...”

You find yourself captivated, a shiver racing down your spine. “Choose a card,” she beckons, her voice laced with a knowing that sends chills coursing through your veins. “The tarot always knows what lies hidden in the folds of time.”

With bated breath, you reach for a specific card of the worn-out deck, the air thick with anticipation, ready to unveil the secrets the universe holds for you.

XVIII. The Moon. Reversed.

“What an intriguing card, my dear…” she muses, her voice low and conspiratorial. “Intuition. Yours has already whispered many truths tonight, even those you dare not voice. Secrets. Some of them will be soon revealed… and then…Duality… the moon has always two faces; do not be deceived by its bright side. Remember, nothing is ever as it appears! Now go, your moon awaits, and you do not wish to keep it waiting…”

As the old woman’s words reverberate in your mind, you feel the weight of her prophecy settle upon your shoulders like a shroud.

Your evening begins with a familiar thrill as Gojo greets you with an unexpected embrace, his warmth enveloping you, careless about Yuji and Megumi’s amused gazes studying his open display of affection towards you. Yuji greets you warmly as soon as Gojo lets go of your embrace. Megumi eyes you down perplexed at first, just to surprise you with a final, small smile of approval, while Gojo opens the car’s door for you, signalling your empeding departure. “The guys adore you already...” Gojo says while turning the engine on, ready to pull up. He smiles sheepishly at you “...who wouldn’t fall for such a doll face?” his right hand leaves the steering wheel to find your hand, entwining your fingers. You feel a spark of warmth spreading through your chest at his sweet gesture. 

But as the night unfolds, the mysteries deepen, and the boundary between light and shadow begins to blur, leaving you to wonder just how far into the darkness you are willing to venture for the sake of desire and discovery.

…

Gojo was a riddle wrapped in an enigma, and tonight, the air crackled with an electric tension that hinted at the secrets he was guarding. “ Tonight is all for us, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “We have a couple of hours all to ourselves before we pick up the boys… and tonight, I mean getting to know you better…”

His warm hand found its way to your exposed knee, caressing it sensually, igniting a fire within you that you had long kept hidden. Your breath caught in your throat, and in this intoxicating moment, all doubts and fears evaporated. All that mattered was the sensation of his knuckles brushing against your skin, tracing a tantalizing path up your thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your skirt.

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he noticed the goosebumps that danced along your skin. “What’s wrong? Are you cold, honey?” His teasing voice was laced with a playful challenge. “Look at you, you’re shivering… is there anything I can do to warm you up?” There was a deliberate pause, as if he were savoring every second, before he added with a smirk, “Maybe we should just stay here in the car instead of taking a walk outside in the cold.” He deftly shifted his hand to the car controls, cranking up the heat, but the warmth he offered was nothing compared to the heat building between you.

You cleared your throat, desperately suppressing a groan of frustration at the sudden interrupt of his touch, and replied, “Thanks… I think it would be a really good idea to… get to know each other better.” A gleam of mischief sparkled in his eyes as he turned the car down a winding dirt road that led deep into the heart of a thick, shadowy forest. The moon hung high above, casting an ethereal glow that illuminated the foliage, a stark reminder of the woman’s ominous words that echoed in your mind.

Every fiber of your being buzzed with anticipation, and yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something deeper, something darker, lurked beneath the surface. Gojo’s demeanor shifted, his usual playful confidence replaced with an intensity that made your heart race. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles turning white as he focused on the path ahead. “I know we both want what’s about to happen tonight, and believe me, there’s nothing I want more than to know the pleasure you can give me, darling… but promise me one thing…”

His request was tinged with a vulnerability that struck you as unexpected. Flattered and intrigued, you nodded. “If… anything strange should happen…at any point…please stop me.. I don't want to.. get lost in the moment…and make you uncomfortable” A spontaneous laugh escaped your lips, the absurdity of his warning catching you off guard. “Strange? Gojo, this is not my first time, I know how it goes…are you some kind of perv? I bet deep down you hide the new Christian Grey behind that angel face…I wouldn't mind that at all actually…” sensing his growing desire at your playful words, you decide to tease him even further “Oh wait… Now I get why Yuji addressed you as ‘the Strongest’ with that little smirk before we left… I  can't believe you boast about your sexual life with your students…you're definitely a perv!” Your voice lowered to a sultry whisper as you leaned closer, teasingly tickling his neck. “Am I right? Are you known as ‘the Strongest’ in this?”

A deep, throaty moan escaped him, the sound vibrating through the air, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through you. In an instant, he brought the car to a halt in the thick of the woods. The fog outside enveloped the vehicle, creating an intimate cocoon that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

Gojo leaned in, his lips brushing against yours hesitantly, as if afraid you might shatter at any moment. “Let's just say I treasure some ...techniques of mine. But I want to take things slow with you tonight…” he whispered back to you, leaning forward to the passenger seat “Don't think you can understand everything about my strength this soon… I would never want to overwhelm my princess.”  His hot breath tickled the skin of your neck, and at this point your mind was already too entranced by his closeness to even notice the hint of sincere concern in his voice. He was clearly trying to distract you from asking further questions, but you were totally oblivious of it. The kiss began slowly, a soft exploration, but quickly ignited into something  more fervent. Your tongues danced, and his hands roamed over your body, igniting every nerve ending with his touch. The world outside faded into nothingness as your breaths mingled, each inhale steeped in the heady mix of passion and urgency.

As his hands travelled from your hips to your breasts, a low growl of desire escaped his lips, and the kiss deepened, transforming into something primal and hungry. The condensation on the windows thickened, obscuring the outside world, but the sounds of the night crept in—rustling leaves, distant howls, the echo of something lurking in the shadows.

His fingers found their way beneath your clothing, teasing you until you were gasping with need. Your body betrayed you, betraying the wave of overwhelming desire that washed over you, leaving you breathless and wanting more. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” he murmured, his hand guiding yours to rest on his jeans, letting you feel the growing evidence of his desire. It felt warm and your eyes widened as you felt his cock hardening further under your hand, his body responding to your touch. “Fuck, you’re so sweet.” he moaned, gripping on your shoulders and pushing you flush against him. You could feel the moment you longed for approaching and barely managed to hide your excitement.

Just as the tension reached a fever pitch, Gojo’s attention snapped to something outside the car: His lips pulled away from yours abruptly, as he turned his head back, sensing a mysterious, impending danger from outside. His features darkened and a visible unease settled over him. Frustrated and flustered, you still couldn't understand why he was acting like that all of a sudden “Hey babe…What’s going on? Hey…” you started, but he was already out of the car, locking you inside. Panic surged as you called out to him, your voice swallowed by the thick fog.

You pressed your palms against the glass, trying to peer into the darkness, but the world outside was a murky abyss. Now you started to hear some confused noises, animalistic cries you have ever heard before…The unsettling sounds grew louder, a cacophony of primal growls and rustling that sent chills racing down your spine. And then…

 “WHAT THE FUCK-,” you gasped, heart pounding, as a monstrous face suddenly materialized at your window, its grotesque features illuminated by the moonlight—inhuman eyes, a gaping maw filled with sharp teeth.

Where was Gojo? Before you could even scream, a flash of blue light pierced through the fog, illuminating the night. Gojo emerged from the mist, his striking blue eyes glowing like twin stars in the darkness. He approached with an unsettling calm, his demeanor shifting into something fierce and predatory.  As you watched in horror from the passenger seat, Gojo leaned out of the car window, his expression disturbingly calm. In a swift, fluid motion, he seized the creature’s head, detaching it with a strength that defied belief: the creature, a grotesque blend of twisted limbs and snarling features, writhed in its final moments, its inhuman shrieks piercing the night sky. Gojo grasped the creature's decaying head, the wet sound of flesh tearing filled the air, and blood splattered against the glass like a macabre painting.

For an eternity, he stood there breathing heavily,holding the severed head aloft like a grotesque trophy. His white, messy locks falling in his face rhythmically, almost hiding his blue eyes, now glowing brightly with a sinister, unnatural sparkle in the midst of the darkness. His big hands held the severed head, his expression obscured by the shadows that danced across his features. Then, a haunting smile unfurled on his lips, sending a jolt of fear and thrill through you. He reached for his phone, and called someone: after a while a feminine voice picked up the call…you tried to catch a glimpse of the short and crypto conversation he was having: the woman at the other side must have been his colleague, Shoko Ieiri. The few words you heard clearly made your eyes widen, leaving you with a sense of impending dread. “I got the sample…it seems to have a material body. A cursed womb?… I’ll bring it to you at school tonight… yes, I’ll leave it in your lab. See you soon.”

As the car door swung open again,you understood the boy you had been kissing just moments before had transformed. Who was this cold, feral man sitting beside you? And where did he do to your Gojo ? The playfulness had vanished, replaced by a chilling intensity that sent a shiver through your entire being. “Here I am, sweetheart. Sorry for making you wait. Work is work; I hope you can understand… where were we?” even his tone sounded differently, lowered by an octave and conveying a hint of danger.

You stared at him, confusion etched on your face as your trembling hand hovered above the splatters of fresh, dark blood on his cheek. “You…you’re… stained… the blood…” Your voice trembled, breaths coming in jagged gasps.

Seeing the fear in your eyes, Gojo’s expression softened momentarily, the atmosphere shifting back to the warmth you used to know “Don’t be scared, please… I think you can now guess the reason of Yuji’s words…I belong to a hidden part of society: my clan belongs to the chaste of people who can see curses - this means…I am a sorcerer, the Strongest on Earth to be precise… this implies…there's a darker part of me that you don't know yet…sometimes it comes to the surface…and that's what it unleashes…” he paused, searching for any signs of discomfort on your face “Is this too much for you? Do you think you can still... Accept it?”

Your heart raced as you tried to process his words, adrenaline coursing suddenly through your veins: you felt an unexpected rush of desire. You crashed your lips against his once more, the taste of blood and danger igniting a fire within you. “Sorcerer or not… Blood still looks good on you; it’s almost…endearing” you admit shyly, your voice laced with a mix of fear and appreciation.

A shiver ran through him at your words, and the spark of madness flickered back to life in his eyes. “Do you think this side of me is sexy?” he growled, a predatory edge now creeping into his voice. “Now I’ll show you what I can become.”

With a zeal that took your breath away, he dragged you to the back seat, tearing your clothes off with a fervor that was both thrilling and terrifying. His kisses were fierce, biting into your neck as you moaned in pleasure, lost in the intoxicating haze of desire. “Be a good girl for me… Just like that… let me feel how much you want it…is it better now? I bet you wanted it rough from the very first moment”

You surrendered to the moment, the world outside forgotten as you explored the depths of his dark desires, entwined in a dance of ecstasy that blurred the lines between pleasure and peril, love and madness. The forest whispered secrets around you, as shadows deepened and the night became an ally to your most primal instincts.

You find yourself irresistibly drawn to his lips once more, your fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt to unveil a torso that seemed sculpted from the purest alabaster, each muscle defined and glistening under the dim lights. Your hands glide down, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers, where you discover him, rigid and unyielding, as if chiseled from the very essence of desire. Your fingertips dance along his length, slickened by the tantalizing bead of precum, igniting a primal groan that escapes his lips.

"Stop. Playing. With. Me." he growls through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching, each word a low rumble filled with a raw hunger that sends shivers down your spine. Yet the sight of Gojo's dominant side only stirs your defiance; you smirk, biting your lower lip in a way that teases the last crumble of his restraint.

In an instant, he lunges, pinning you beneath him, a predatory gleam in his azure eyes that speaks of insatiable lust. With swift movements, he secures you with the seatbelt, a binding that both confines and excites, as he plunges into you with a ferocity that borders on madness. The leather seat cradles you as his body claims yours. His whispers—unholy and fervent—fill your ear, intertwining with the frantic rhythm of his thrusts.

Your body writhes beneath him, struggling to accommodate his size as he lifts your legs in a mean mating press, positioning you in a way that elicits gasps of pleasure from your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, rolling back in bliss as each thrust strikes your sweet spot with a precision that sends shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through you. His grip on your ankles tightens, leaving marks of possession, a crimson hue blooming on your skin.

“Please… don’t stop… oh… feels so good,” you manage to articulate between breaths, your desperation palpable. A brand new, incredibly powerful pressure builds in your core, an impending wave crashing against the shore of your sanity. You claw at his biceps, fighting against the constriction of the seat belts wrapped around your wrists, in the attempt to hold on to him, leaving scratches down his popping muscles, while teetering on the brink of euphoria.

But just as you feel the gates of paradise beginning to part in front of you, the sharp sensation of your nails digging into his flesh pulls him back from the brink. The gentler side of Gojo emerges, his rhythmic assault halting as he brushes stray hair from your damp forehead, concern etched into his striking features. “Sorry… I let him… take control. Is it too much? Are you okay?” he breathes heavily, his voice a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity.

Frustration bubbles within you, a mixture of disbelief and longing. “ Oh No…Just shut up and fuck me, Satoru,” you demand greedy and harshly, your hips grinding against his, desperate for the friction that ignites every nerve ending in your body.

“Here we go again…” A wicked smile spreads across his lips as the dominant Satoru reclaims the moment, his eyes igniting with unholy delight. He resumes his fervent pace, deciding to test you even further: he starts tormenting you to madness, drawing small, fast circles on your swollen clit with the determined aim of pushing you closer to the edge once more. Reduced to a quivering mess, you whimper and beg for release, every sound a testament to your total submission.

“Do you know how beautiful you look when you’re close to your limits? How hard I get in front of your pretty face begging me to let you come?” he taunts, a spark of madness dancing in his gaze. A shiver races down your spine as he continues, “I want to see that face… over and over again tonight.” His cock twitches within you, a sadistic promise echoing in the depths of your mind, the world outside forgotten as you plunge deeper into this carnal abyss.

The endless cycle of pleasure and denial blurs time as his personalities intertwine within your very being, each thrust a reminder of his dominance, each shift a new wave of ecstasy. Until finally, he grants you release, the highest of highs exploding within you, while your bullied gummy walls flutter around him in a frenetic dance, your whole body unraveling as you succumb to the powerful climax, collapsing against him. Incapable of holding on any longer in front of such a marvellous sight, Gojo follows you into the forbidden paradise of maddening pleasure soon after, exploding in a series of forceful, copious spurts of thick seed, hitting your cervix , proving you further overstimulated pleasure bordering with delicious pain.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight…” he whispers against your forehead,  his breath warm, the frenzy in his eyes now dimmed to a soft glow. “Well…” he chuckles, his tone teasing as he helps you gather your still trembling self. “That’s not exactly what I had in mind for our first time together, but I think we can agree it surpassed any expectation.” you let out a tired,contented sigh, running your hands in his hair, caressing his nape sofly right above his undercut “ that was perfect, indeed…just…I was scared you would never let me finish at some point… guess you also have the ‘strongest stamina’” you joke “by the way..how long has it been?” You pull back slightly to look up at him with a questioning look. His eyes wide as the picture of Yuji and Megumi waiting for you on the sidewalk out of the cinema, pissed by his usual delay. “Oh shit…I forgot …Yuji and Megumi should be done with the movie by now..” he stood up in an uncoordinated motion and gently helped your still trembling form to get dressed.

You leave the darkness of the wood behind under the pale rays of a sneering moon, finally in full display, free from the veil of clouds: he starts the engine and drives back to the city, the remnants of your wild encounter linger in the air, unbothered by the chilling presence of the demon’s severed head resting in the trunk, a stark reminder of the darkness that lingers just beyond the thrill of your desires.

This is the song I had in mind writing this...(I would say Number 18 would suit better😅)

[hwnglx]

bts on cam vs. off cam

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

jin

on cam

basically the moodmaker. he ties a lot of himself to that role; loves making people laugh. feels proud when a joke lands. very entertaining, charismatic, fun to watch. brings more energy into the group dynamic. has a strong and clear will, goal oriented, a lot of determination and drive. active. very chatty and witty, good comedic timing. he just lights up the room.

off cam

much more sensitive and emotionally intelligent than what meets the eye. deep and kind heart. also great at observing his surroundings, he's very intuitive and in tune with his environment. he has a quick mind. great deal of empathy and compassion for the people he holds dear. sweet nurturer. makes them feel comfortable. mentally active. seems to talk a lot behind the scenes too lol, but in a more tactful and sharp manner; great at communicating. can be both; emotional or logical, depending on what the situation asks for. adaptable.

suga

on cam

restrains himself more. much more careful and conscious over what he displays; a great case of show the best, hide the rest. i keep sensing his virgo moon here, he just wants to manage his image closely and make sure it remains clean. does allow himself to break out of that shell sometimes, and lets out his more playful and fiery side. very free-thinking, independent. just wants to do his own thing. much brighter and higher spirits on cam than off cam.

off cam

stubborn and self-focused. finance-oriented; stable and good at dealing with that part of his life. puts a lot of importance and value into material matters. can have some gluttonous tendencies, where he just gets insatiable; ariana grande's seven rings “i want it i got it.” vibe. increeedibly ambitious. if he sets his mind to something, it is going to happen. logical and rational. also extremely intelligent and smart. good luck trying to outsmart yoongi. doesn't bother to sugarcoat his words, very direct and honest in his expression. prefers and values the harsh truth, head over heart.

j-hope

on cam

masculine, passionate and strong, just has this quietly powerful and authoritative presence that demands attention. but at the same time gentle, balanced; a pleasant and agreeable aura. presents himself as this continuous student, someone who's very eager to expand his knowledge and skills in his career. consistent, stable, humble and self-aware. good at dealing with criticism. someone you just enjoy being around, he creates emotional connections with ease and makes everyone feel comfortable. big heart.

off cam

very focused on his group. like he loves these boys dearly. much more in tune with his feminine side; a soft, empathetic and nurturing soul. might be the hidden mother of the group lol. in tune with his emotions. doesn't shy away from expressing his feelings. so much more romantic and dreamy too. i feel like he cries a lot behind the scenes, especially about sappy and little sentimental things. very charming and idealistic. but also immensely hard-working. type to put in even more effort when no one's looking.

namjoon

on cam

confident and inspiring. so so much passion. brings a sense of warmth to his surroundings, and has an encouraging and uplifting effect on the people he's with. carries a lot of wisdom with him, so much good advice to give. knowledgable and mature for his age. like an old soul. very introspective, deeply reflects on his actions and his behavior. good at bonding with people and offering this sense of comfort, support and emotional understanding. loves in a profound way.

off cam

solid and stable. level-headed. a lot of focus on tangible achievements and practicality. “let's get this work done”. much more self-sacrificial than one would think. not as stubborn as it might appear, quite adaptable and open to opinions different to him. however, rub this man the wrong way somehow, he can get incredibly rigid pretty quickly. “cut the bullshit, deadass.” is what i heard, lmao. he doesn't like people who are too blinded by their emotions, and too delusional all the time; he can't deal with emotional immaturity. very fact-based and rational in that sense.

taehyung

on cam

a lot of contentment and abundance in the way he presents himself. like he just gives off this expensive aura, and seems pretty satisfied with himself. kinda snug and prideful. knows what he is and what he can do for people, and radiates that self-assurance and confidence to the outside. i can tell it just makes him very attractive to people. mature, in control of his emotions. calm and collected. he just looks like he knows what he's doing all the time. very complex too, someone who just adds depth and flavour to everything he does.

off cam

talks and speaks up much more. very clever and quick-witted. mentally agile and savvy. observant and detail-oriented. isn't afraid to stand his ground and voice his opinion when he needs to. he makes things look very easy and effortless, but in reality, he puts a lot of effort and hard work into all of his endeavours. responsible. can get burdened and overwhelmed more than you think. impatient tendencies. can get scared of change, but also doesn't wanna stay stuck; can have problems balancing out these two clashing sides in him. i always feel how being a capricorn stellium with an impulsive and rash aries moon must be quite exhausting sometimes.

jimin

on cam

balanced and gentle aura. sweet and diplomatic. someone who encourages a peaceful and harmonious environment. very much a libra. he has huge duality, where he can go from this happy go-lucky and bright smiled sunshine, to a dark and sensual devil (card that come out) that just gazes holes into your soul. i think he bases a lot of his image on his performances, i keep seeing him on stage in my minds eye. loves letting out and transitioning into his scorpionic (his venus+mars placement), sexy and mysterious energy whenever he's on stage. almost like he plays a role and fools people. loves to stand out among the crowd. can get very competitive and greedy too, in terms of his performances. (the energy was crazy intense here?)

off cam

much more laidback. outgoing and sociable, enjoys meeting up and going to parties. good at making friends and networking. more comfortable and slow-moving. more pragmatic than one would think as well. not nearly as soft and sensitive. can be more confident and self-assured than what meets the eye. but can get emotional out of nowhere though, kinda unpredictable with his feelings. his energy is just very fickle, but at the same time intense. he's either completely loyal to you, sticks by you through everything, or doesn't give two cents about you, honestly lmaooo :')

jungkook

on cam

humble, an eternal student. always trying to improve, expand his horizon. more youthful and bright in spirit. extremely driven and determined; if jk sets his mind to something, no one can hold him back from getting it. very much obsessive in that way. holds a lot of love in his heart, is gentle and careful in the way he treats people. there's some femininity here too. he might have this more sensual image in people's eyes. people enjoy his company because it's very calm and chill, drama free. mostly quiet and reserved. doesn't insert himself into any conflict intentionally and stays out of it.

off cam

surprise surprise - hugely perfectionistic. even obsesses over managing his image behind the scenes. very eager to keep it as flawless as possible. i heard “a dream to work with” though. someone who loves to collaborate, enjoys learning from other people. very committed and dedicated to quality at his work. always focused on doing the right thing; well-established manners and strong morals. likes connecting to people on an emotional level; moreso needs it. more sensitive than one would expect. can also get immensely greedy sometimes; this is where i see his dilemma. he's always yearning to reach the highest level work-wise; but can easily feel dissatisfied and unfulfilled. he doesn't enjoy fame, but at the same time can't do without it. i heard “the only thing i'm good at” jk is the type to think he's not good at something if he isn't at level 10 right away. he's always looking to do more and more; very prone to burning himself out badly because of his extreme ambition.

note; mister jeon always has so much to say, phew.

[sixxteenbullets]

HIDDEN AWAY-

Saw smth the other day and I can't stop thinking about it.

Pairing: Henry Bowers x fem!innocent!reader

Warnings: u and Henry getting walked in on by Patrick, being watched doin yk, swearing, sexual themes.

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HENRY Bowers had a girl that was the opposite of him. She was a kind, sweet soul and he wanted to keep her that way. He knew exactly who he was and who his friends were, so to keep up with his goal, he needed her to stay away from his friends. The issue sounded easy to defeat, if his friends were normal.

Two boys, Belch and Vic, he trusted enough to stay away from her. After all, they weren't really ever interested in defying Henry. Though, Patrick was a piece of work. As much as he loved innocence, he loved pushing limits. He was tall, obsessed with pyro, and a sadist to the bone. That was exactly the kind of person Henry needed his girl to stay away from. Someone who could tear away her joy, make her sad and scared, and strip her of her kindness, turning her timid and quiet. He'd seen her that way once, during a bad fight, and he swore to keep her from those feelings for as long as he could. Only he could break her down.

"Hey Hen," Y/n smiled at him, her white teeth shining as bright as ever. "You called."

"Old man ain't gonna be home tonight," He pushed himself off of his bed and sauntered over to her. "Was thinking you could stay?"

She didn't have an ideal home life, either. She wasn't beat, like Henry, and she still had both of her parents, but they were mean. Driven by religion, the girl didn't get to choose her own path very often, and a lot of her decisions were made for her. That was part of why she kept her innocence. There was nothing she could do to break it.

"Yeah, totally." She walked closer to him, meeting him in the middle of his room, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms looked around her waist and they were pulled flush against each other. As their lips met, a bubbly giggle escaped her throat and she smiled against his mouth. His face remained straight, but the sound of her giddiness woke such a fierce happiness within him, it was hard to keep from giggling back at her.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" A mere whisper, barely audible. His eyes widened slightly as they met the ones that stared up at him. She never spoke like this. It was just a simple question, but there was a passion behind her words that she never had before. They had been dating for a month, and she typically pushed away his sexual advances, so when she made her own, he knew this was not something to pass up.

His hands ever so slightly lowered on her waist, resting on the peak of her butt. When she put up no objections, they lowered and he gave a small squeeze, which triggered another giggle. Just as he was about to say something suggestive, her lips crashed into his open mouth, and their tongues danced in harmony for a minute before he pulled away for a breath.

Her head leaned up to follow him, objecting to the end of their kiss, but she soon realized her own lack of breath. "What are you doing?"

"I want you." There was absolutely no sign of hesitation in her voice. Every bit of every word dripped with a lust that sounded foreign on her tongue. "Every inch."

He had heard enough. He had been waiting for over a month to hear her ask for him. To finally give herself to him.

Every fiber of his being itched to go fast, to shove her onto his bed and hear her screams as she cried his name. To hear the innocence dissolve from her voice, and only a sinful, whimpering cry would be left. But he didn't think she would like that just yet, so he willed his body to go slow, to pace himself and be gentle as he stole something sacred from her.

"I want you to be rough. Show me every side of you tonight. The good the bad and the parts you never let anyone see. You can have my body if I can have your soul." She always did that. Talk in poetic speeches, using grammer he's completely stranger to. And he loved it just as much as he loved seeing the passion in her eyes as every word spoke it's truth.

They were on the bed in no time, and her request rang through his ears. She wanted everything. And he would give her his life if he could.

Two shirts were thrown on the floor, one pair of pants, and one pair of shorts. Two half naked bodies desperately grinded into each other, craving release from the heat in their cores. Legs intertwined just as fingers did and the two eventually became one. One drawn out moan, one long kiss, one burning desire.

There was something artistic about the way two humans behaved in times of desperation. The way she would whimper and gasp when a particularly sensitive part of her body was touched, and he would see this and use it to his advantage. The way his mouth would open in a silent moan as she rubbed against him, creating a friction they'd never get enough of. Even with underwear on, they behaved wildly, leaving no room for any matter to interfere.

Somewhere in their passion, a door, forgotten to be locked, creaked open to reveal a few rather shocked faces. Not shocked to see their friend with a girl, but shocked to see him with a girl such as Y/n. Especially shocked that a girl like her didn't wear little pink cotton panties, but adorned a black lace thong instead.

The bigger male and the blond turned away, obviously not wanting to get their asses beat for the intrusion. But Patrick stayed for a minute. His eyes traced every inch of her body, and once he had seen enough, a low whistle escaped him.

The two on the bed jumped, and just as quickly as she threw herself down, he had an arm around her and held her close. She stayed pressed against her boyfriend, trying to hide her flushed face and body from the mischievous boy who stood watching her.

"When your done having your fun, why don't ya' let me take her for a ride?" A sickening laugh faded into a room with three emotions only. Arousal, fear, and pure fucking rage. That arousal faded from Patrick when he saw the expression that adorned his friend's face.

"Get the fuck out of here, Hockstetter, or I'll kill you right here." There was a malice in Henry's voice that he'd never heard before. A spark in his eye, a snarl in his lip, and a clenched fist that showed truth in every word he spoke.

If Patrick didn't stop staring at Henry's girl, he would be a dead man and a tortured soul.

So he ducked out of the room and approached the two other members of their gang, shaken and annoyed, completely unwilling to tell the story of the scariest moment of his life.

Henry considered chasing after his friend, showing him how absolutely enraged he felt that his angel felt unsafe. But once he thought back to her, and felt her shivering from his arms, she was his main priority. He pulled her flush against him, not sexually anymore, just possessively. His arms encircled her and she wanted to completely fade into him.

Sobs racked her body. She'd heard horror stories of the boy and his disgusting acts on not only girls, but just others in general. So, when he said he wanted to take her for a ride, terror crept throughout every crevice of her body. Not only did she fear him, but she was absolutely humiliated. Another boy has seen her half naked, not to mention the vulnerable situation she was in.

After a second of silence, she was able to make out a few muffle words against his chest. "Please don't let him take me."

"No one will ever touch you. You're mine, and he knows that now. I'm gonna keep you hidden away from all that shit."

[o-hora-o]

What are your thoughts on Tesla and Joey's "mother-son" relationship? Do you think Tesla truly sees and treats Joey as her own son? Or would it be hella awkward because Joey is one of Joyce’s clones? Would Tesla be a strict, overprotective, considerate or pampering ? Joey seems to be a polite and understanding boy, so ig his parents are doing a good job.

In APHO, we can see that both Joey and Tesla care for each other a lot. Also when you choose the “Drunk” option, idk, it’s just kinda depressing… Sound like Tesla control her drinking problems and be happier for Joey.

Joachim and Eins, too, what do you think their relationship with Joey will be like? Maybe the two sometimes just quietly stare at Joey because he reminds them of Joyce?

Now that Joachim has gone to HSR, do you think Tesla will ever “hate” Joachim for leaving her and Joey? I mean she was already really busy before, so busy that Joey could rarely see her, but at least Joachim was there to look after him. Now that he's gone, Tesla will have to raise Joey all by herself, and yk, raising a child is never easy. With Tesla's personality, I don't think she could really handle this.

(Sorry if i was asking too much, i just really love reading your post about them, pls never stop😭💞)

Aw, thank you very much for all these questions and dialogue screenshots! ❤️ 

Oh, Joey, Joey... We have so many questions for this precious boy yet know so little about him. He’s so polite, kind, and remarkably brave for his young age, just like a certain someone. “I’m more Joyce than Joffrey” he once said and, in every sense of these words, he was absolutely right. He's the most Joyce-like clone with the most Joyce-like mind that, in my opinion, doomed him to think, to act and to perceive the world around him and people in it the very same way Joyce did (He even developed the same passion for cosmos, pls).    Yes, as Joachim said, “he’ll never become Joyce.” But the resemblance is still there and it's too painful. This is why I was confident that Joey’s existence would be too much for AE to bear. They would have to constantly remind themselves that this is not Joyce nor he will ever be, they can't heal their wounds using this boy and force him to become like Joyce.    And the worst part is that Joey knows it? I thought that perhaps he doesn’t understand fully the reason why everyone looks at him that way, why some things he unconsciously says or does make his mother or father or auntie Ein look at him with a poorly hidden sorrow in their eyes, but it’s the elephant in the room and one day he'll might as well want to become this hero everyone sees in him. 

But... I was wrong? Thanks to that hasty chapter that gave no explanation on who this boy was and where he came from, it seemed as everyone were relatively fine with Joey around. Even Ein appeared to be okay which was...odd to me but never mind. 

On the other hand, it was cute and heartwarming to see Tesla being so mature and caring with Joey. She always could get along with kids and teens pretty easily but with Joey she became surprisingly extra self-restrained and showed this lovely mother-ish side of hers. True, Tesla can be both strict and overprotective, and considerate AND pampering. But that’s how she shows her love and she’ll do everything for those she loves (after grumbling for a while, of course). And! Tesla controlling her swearing and alcoholic habits is just whoa. That's some character development right there. 

On top of everything, Tesla is very good in quickly adapting for even the most fucked up situations. So even though we don’t know the exact story of how they came to this whole situation with Joey and even if it was awkward at first, I think at this point she just treats him as her son. Not as a clone, not as some Joyce’s copy, but as her precious little Joey. And I think Joey’s appearance in her life is actually for the better. She needed someone who’d care for her as immensely as she’s willing to care for others. 

With Joey, Tesla has become more mature, calm, and soft, with a hint of tiredness that comes from the old age. But omg not only she started to drink less and tries to tame her temper but that part where she told Joey that glasses are not cool even though she wore glasses to look cool-    As for Joachim and Ein… *sighs*. As I’ve said long time ago, these two are in the same depression boat when it comes to Joyce topic. And no matter how the story currently unfolds and will unfold in the future, I think these two have it hard with Joey. Let me be a sucker for angst here, please. But even in APHO it really felt like it wasn’t easy for Joachim to talk about Joey. He’s trying his best to see the boy as an independent individual but he can’t help but be reminded of Joyce. 

Joachim’s life, personality, his everything was heavily affected and shaped by Joyce’s legacy, then he went through traumatic era of killing Joyce’s clones and now he takes care of another clone. He can’t be free from Joyce’s shadow looming over his life even after everything he went through. It’s just so ironic that parenting Joey not only reminds him of Joyce but perhaps makes him miss his own father too. Still, Joachim tries his best to be a good father.

(But in my opinion, in his case Joey doesn’t really brightens his life, unlike Tesla’s situation).  And then there’s Ein… *pat pat* your sanity will be missed, doctor (And here I thought her life can’t be even more miserable). Before the ex chapter was released, I believed that Joey’s presence would turn her life into a living nightmare. It’s been hard for her to stop treating Joachim as a shadow of Welt and now the story wants me to believe that she’s not bothered by a boy with Joyce’s hair, eyes, smile and character. Uh-huh...I know that the story loves to make her be controversial from time to time but not to this extent? (Or she’s so fed up with life and reached a point of exhaustion where even something like this can’t disturb her).

How could she accept him so easily? I can’t believe it wouldn’t be overwhelming for her to see this boy every day. Surely it would be too much, the story did a very dirty move. And while she may care for Joey, she can’t draw the line between Joey and Welt the very same way she never drew the line between Joachim and Welt. Perhaps she would feel guilty and terrible for being like this and for her inability to love him properly. That's why Ein keeping her distance from Joey was the most obvious thing for me to expect. Yes, avoiding the boy or giving him the cold shoulder would confuse him, "why does auntie Ein hate me?”, he did nothing wrong after all, but Ein just wouldn’t know how to treat him normally. However, the story says she’s ✨fine✨ with it all.    Will Tesla ever “hate” Joachim for leaving her and Joey...well yes, she can’t bring herself to truly hate him nor she can stay indifferent. Most likely she’ll go through a cycle of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance once again. At least she can take comfort in the fact that Joey is not a problematic child. Perhaps she will have break downs from the constant stress and make mistakes along the way, but I want to believe that she’ll manage just fine as long as no one around her offs themselves for the sake of heroic deeds after all, she’s a strong lady and I hope she’ll become a great mother figure to Joey.

Unfortunately, we still have very little content on this topic and I hope to come back to this ramble one day. Thank you once again for these questions tho

[empressgeekt]

Could you tell us more about brozone brothers children (next generation) in your aus. I know that Branch and Poppy have a daughter and Floyd has an adopted son (Veneer reincarnation?)

Branch and Poppy:

They have three kids, two boys and a girl.

Rose, is their only daughter and first born. She has Branch's temperament, being more on the calm side (as and adult as a kid she was a lavender version of her mom), however is extremely passionate like her mom about keeping her subject safe and happy. In terms of appearance, she has dark blackberry purple hair, and her father's eyes, however most of her facial features are like that of her great grandmother, Rosiepuff, hence her name. She loves story books and archery.

Their second child is Flint. He was adopted after a flooding disaster in Rock Hallow left him orphaned, and Branch pulled him from the rubble. He was quiet as a kid and quiet as an adult, often feeling awkward with his genre identity as a Rock troll raised by a Pop family. He has black messy hair, muted purple complexation, and blood red eyes. He play guitar and does metal work for a hobby.

The final child is their youngest, Ash. He's a quirky kid, bit of a dreamer, off in his own world most of the time (in Burning Branches this is explained by him sharing a strong connection to the world's hidden music like his dad). He has royal blue hair, pink eyes, and peach skin just a shade in between his mom and grandfather. He loves to pencil sketch, with out color.

Clay and Viva:

They have twins, and after that they stop, because those kids are a combination of Clay's brains and Viva's chaotic energy, they are wild tornado like trollings who are far too smart for their own good. They had nearly destroyed the village on a number of occasions.

Their twins, are Cricket, their son, and Calypso, their daughter. These two are inseparable, and almost identical in appearance. Their pale purple trolls, who are both born blonds, but Cricket's curls go green as he gets older, and have bright pink eyes. Their hobbies include story times and setting up traps around their house and village.

John and Delta dawn

If they end up together, they would have two children. Both of which would have hooves but only two feet.

Chip is their son, he looks like a purple haired version of his mom. He's an adventures boy, always finding trouble. And loves to bake.

Perry Kate, is their daughter, and she's red headed version of her father, with her mom's eyes. She's a bit of an attention hog, loving being in the spot light, and a total daddy's girl. She becomes a song writer and singer like her dad.

Floyd (and maybe Jovi)

He ends up with two kids.

Vinyl is his eldest son, that he found as an abandoned egg on a river bank. Vinyl a minty green reggaetón troll, with black and gold patches on his body. Along with blue eyes and green and gold dreds for hair. He's mellow and smart, but also very nervus at times (He's also Veneer's reincarnation so he feels a lot of guilt for his past life, making him very loyal to his family).

Besides Vinyl, Floyd also has a bio kid. His daughter Piper (usually with my OC Jovi, who is a mixed troll, Rock and Celtic). She's a smiley yet calm person, however also has a very protective anger streak. Her fur is a deep royal blue, with sky blue hair with hot pink streaks (and hot pink star spots and a single marble horn like Jovi). She loves music, however was born with extremely damaged vocal chords rendering her mute. So she learned violin and make the instrument sing for her. She signs to communicate with others however it is rather difficult to get others to listen to her.

Bruce...Does not need anymore kids.

[theresnosafeharbor4myships]

Fandom: Person of Interest, Careese Title: All Yours

John slowly blinked himself awake, the unfamiliar shadows around the room causing him to briefly startle before recognition dawned: Joss’s bedroom. He dropped his head back onto the pillow, looking to his right as contentment flooded through him.

In the milky-blue light of early dawn, Joss lay next to him, her breathing slow and even. She slept on her stomach facing away from him, both arms angled up by her head with one hand tucked under her chin. Her hair trailed over her shoulders and spilled onto her pillow. The white sheet cut across her form from her left hip to her right shoulder, leaving half of her bare back exposed.

He was struck once again with how gorgeous she was, and echoes of the previous night rang through him. His hands on her, the silkiness of her skin, the whispers of want, the pounding of his heart, the sound of her passion. Mesmerized by the contrast of their bodies. Kisses and caresses, heart and heat, give and take, him and her. His chest ached sweetly at the memory.

John rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one arm as he drank in the sight of her next to him. He longed to touch her again, feel her move beneath him, say things he’d never thought he’d utter, hear her come undone because of him.

He still felt overwhelmed, in awe, that this woman who’d relentlessly pursued him as a criminal had welcomed him into her life—and now her bed. He hadn’t known when he’d stopped by last night that they’d end up entangled together, physically now to accompany all of the other ways they intertwined—professionally, socially, emotionally, clandestinely. But he wasn’t sorry and prayed she wouldn’t be either. Joss wanted him last night, desired him, let him kiss and touch her, and gave back as good as she got. It was a miracle he’d never expected to receive, and he didn’t know what he’d do if she woke up and labeled him a mistake she didn’t want to make again.

She rarely left his mind these days, but it’d come as a slow realization, the fact that he loved her. Probably had for a lot longer than he knew. He’d been a soldier for too long, always showing up to do the dirty work and learning to ignore, shove down, and tune out everything else, anything that mattered to him. ‘The boy scout,’ Kara had called him, though she used it as a taunt, trying to humiliate him into not giving a damn, to erase any care, concern, compassion, or curiosity he had, to eradicate the parts of him that made him human, that made him him. So he’d hidden it all away from her, from himself, locked it down deep until he feared he couldn’t find himself anymore.

But he hadn’t had to. By a blessed stroke of luck—or piss poor choices on his part—he’d gotten into trouble because of some dumb kids, on a subway of all places, and she’d seen him. Seen him. At his very lowest, at the end of his frayed-to-a-single-thread rope, seen him as a person, a human worthy of dignity, without any agenda other than to help him rise.

Joss had sparked something in him that night he hadn’t felt in ages. Made him believe in humanity again, if only for the briefest of moments. Drawn to that spark, he’d never looked away.

What was it Finch had said to him...he thought he’d only ever wanted to protect people? He hadn’t been wrong. Meeting Joss and Finch within hours of each other had saved him from the murky depths he’d wandered through, and together they’d shown him another way, offered him an alternate door.

He’d felt a strange pull towards Joss the instant she’d spoken to him but believed it merely the morality of her, something he’d sorely missed all those years walking in the dark, alone. She’d felt like a pure, clean breath of fresh air, a clear wind blowing in and cycling out the plumes of black smoke suffocating him.

Joss’s head shifted slightly, drawing his attention to the present, and her breathing changed, indicating she’d awoken. John waited a few moments before shifting towards her, gathering her hair away from her neck, and placing a light kiss at her nape. “G’morning,”

Though she faced away from him, he could see the rise of her cheek as she smiled. “Mmm, I wondered if you’d still be here,” she purred, voice husky with sleep.

John snaked a finger slowly back and forth across her back, dragging the sheet down her body as he placed kisses along her spine. “Wondered if you’d still want me to be,” he responded vulnerably, even as he flicked his tongue out to taste her skin.

“Mmm,” she hummed again, contented.

With the sheet gathered just above the curve of her butt, he slid his hand teasingly up her left side, then trailed it down her body again, his thumb on her back, his fingertips teasing the skin under her arm, the swell of her breast, the indent of her waist, the flare of her hip. He kissed the dip of her spine at the small of her back, and when she didn’t stop him from continuing, didn’t turn over, he started pulling the sheet down lower. And paused when his thumb touched the tattoo he’d just uncovered low on her rise of her butt.

John hadn’t seen her back last night, the two of them having feverishly fallen into bed together, made love, and, with Joss curled into his side, promptly fallen asleep. He hadn’t had the chance to touch every inch of her body yet, to kiss the scars that illustrated how strong of a survivor she was, to explore the places that she found ticklish, that made her feel shy, that flooded her with desire.

He found this discovery unexpected, sexy, and realized he had a lifetime of her secrets to uncover if she’d let him. He hoped this was just the first.

“What,” he kissed the ink marking her skin. “do we have here?” He rubbed his thumb over the small heart with the letters T.P.C. in the middle in a loopy script.

“A youthful indiscretion,” she admitted, though she didn’t sound regretful, merely resigned.

“Tell me?” he asked gently, unwilling to prod if she didn’t want to share.

Joss reached for the sheet with her left hand and pulled it back up to cover herself as she turned onto her back to face him. “Hi,” she greeted with a small, sleepy, happy smile.

“Hi yourself,” he replied, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

“It started out with just initials. P. C.”

Paul Carter, John knew instantly, but they’d never spoken about him, so he opted to play ignorant. “Personal computer? Politically correct? Perfectly charming? Pretty captivating?” he offered.

She lifted an eyebrow at him, amused, letting him know with a look that she knew he knew enough about her ex to put the pieces together. “Young and dumb,” she countered. “I thought it’d be cute if I got a tattoo of Paul’s initials. And it was...until it wasn’t. After the divorce was final, I had the T. put in front and the heart added around the initials. Paul wasn’t my husband anymore, but Taylor will always be my son.”

“What’s Taylor’s middle name?”

“Patrick.”

“Good save. You’re fortunate it’s not Jeremiah or Steven or Victor,” he deadpanned.

“You always in this good of a mood first thing in the morning?” she asked, bemused by this early morning version of him, vastly lighter than the stoic external persona the world saw.

“Not usually,” John admitted, nuzzling her neck, placing a soft kiss just below her ear. “You keeping me up last night must have something to do with it.”

“Is that what I did?” she asked, the double entendre of her question evident.

He withdrew to look at her. “You don’t remember?” he feigned offended.

“Maybe you should remind me.”

“If that’s what the lady wants,” he murmured with the hint of a smile. He kissed her cheek, her jaw, languishing in this pre-dawn haze of a dream. “What do you want, Joss?” he whispered near her ear. He kissed her neck, then pulled back to stare at her earnestly, awaiting her response, her expression a mixture of adoration and surprised shyness.

“I want...to run my fingers through your hair,” she answered quietly, only a little hesitantly, before she reached up with one hand to do just that. “I want...to take my time. And look at you.”

Joss stared into his eyes, and he briefly felt exposed before her in a way he hadn’t before. Then her gaze moved to his hair, following her fingers as she traced his hairline from the cowlick he always tried to tame, along his left temple, and down the curve of his jawline, cataloging every contour of his face. Her thumb traced over his brow bone a few times before circling around his eye to slowly graze across his prominent cheekbone. She then fanned it down his cheek and trailed across his lips. He couldn’t resist placing a light kiss on the pad of her thumb and darting his tongue out to touch it.

A ghost of a smile crossed her face, but Joss didn’t allow him to distract her. She moved her thumb down his chin to graze slowly along his neck until it rested in the hollow of his throat. Then her gaze and her hand moved across his collarbone to his shoulder.

Under her slow, sensual scrutiny, John felt self-conscious about the scars on his skin for the first time in years, but he pushed the uncomfortable feeling away and watched her examine his body as her hand continued its exploration of him. Her fingers grazed from his shoulder to his bicep, and she lingered there, biting her bottom lip with an appreciative glint in her eyes.

He watched her looking at him, her perusal of him as thorough as he’d expect from her detective-trained eyes, transfixed by the way her emotions crossed her face. She was so expressive, in all the ways he’d been trained not to be, and he couldn’t help wondering—being amazed by—how she’d managed to stay true to herself, keep herself genuine, honest, pure, after her military tours and what she saw on the force every day.

She amazed him in ways he’d never imagined.

Her hand moved back up to his shoulder as her gaze departed from her ministrations, and she teasingly, ever so lightly, scraped her nails along his chest and across his pecs, the heated look she gave him letting him know she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“You wanna know what I want?” she whispered.

John nodded, staring at her beneath him, the white sheets highlighting the rich hues of her smooth, brown skin, her hair a bit wild from sleep, her big eyes seductively peering up at him, her cheeks and lips dusted a beguiling shade of pink. He could hardly believe she wanted him, and he feared he’d awaken from this hazy, beautiful dream of her, of them together. He wondered if she could hear his heart thundering in his chest.

“I want you...to kiss me.”

“Your wish,” he whispered, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheek, her chin. “...is my command.” He set his lips against hers, softly, languidly, taking his time to give her what she wanted.

He ached to speed things up, but they’d been frenzied last night. This morning he’d take his time and cherish her. When he pulled away, she chased his lips, and he couldn’t help smiling. “What else do you want?”

“I want you...to touch me,” Joss said, the pink of her cheeks deepening.

His arm lay across her waist, his hand at her hip, and he slid it up her body. “I thought you’d never ask,” he murmured against her neck as he cupped her breast through the sheet.

Her breath caught, and her eyes dropped closed as she arched slightly into him. “John…” she breathed, and he nearly gave in to the desire flooding him.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He forced himself to go slow, planting another kiss on her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. “Is there something else you want?”

Joss’s hands cupping his head had him stopping as she drew him up to look at her, staring heatedly at him. “I want you...just you,” she stated guilelessly.

He’d barely dared to hope this incredible, strong, fierce, gorgeous woman would work with him, let alone deem him worthy of the partnership they’d formed. And now last night and this morning, the abandon she’d displayed with him, what she’d already shared with him… Her words nearly undid him.

John felt tears pricking behind his eyes, and he swallowed hard. “I’m yours,” he managed to say, quietly, voice filled with emotion. “All yours.”

She looked at him a moment longer, understanding in her big brown eyes for how treasured he found her admission.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said and drew him back down to kiss her.

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[lunarlivs]

gross asf oppressed x oppressor ship

again, i’m gonna need you to be a little bit more specific bc a LOT of ships live happily on my blog, but i’m gonna assume this is about drarry bc i love them very much and want to talk about them <333

if this is about drarry then i disagree (i know very surprising). to meeeee drarry is two sides of the same coin, essentially the same story gone two different ways. they both were brilliant young boys with a lot of ambission and passion but they were both oppressed by their environments. harry by the dursleys and dumble and draco by his family and voldy and co. there are many theories and ideas on what this does to them which i love but for now we’re gonna focus on them both being angry at this all (because i’ve been thinking about this angle a lot). angry at themselves for being fooled by people they trusted, angry at the world and angry at each other.

so i see them both with a lot of resentment during school/ the war but also after everything. they deal with it in different ways - harry with isolation and quiet, kinda giving up fighting and just wanting be for once hidden, draco with working himself to exhaustiong trying to be good, wanting to be seen as himself, not as a brand put on him.

yes draco does take a bullies role in their school days but i don’t think it’s that’s all there is to him or that situation. in my mind before sixth year (and into it) he doesn’t necessarily even understand what he is doing and why, he just does as he is told and goes along with the belief systems he’s been raised into. that doesn’t mean that he is allowed to act that way but i think the difference is important and so interesting. also why the sectumsempra scene is so important and interesting because i see it as a boys world coming fully crashing down. and he is angry. i do not think he thinks lowly of harrry, actually i think he admires and envies him. he sees harry as an idol, as something good and honest and hates himself for thinking like that. and to me pre sixth year harry really struggles to see draco as a fully rounded human. he sees him as the face of all that is wrong and bad (like he doesn’t think old voldy (!!!!) is his nemesis, he thinks it’s draco and that is kinda hilarious)

i think that them getting into a relationship and actually making it work really needs them both to change the angle in which they view eachother: for draco to see harry as a flawed human and not as a hero and harry to see draco as a flawed human and not only as deatheater and enemy. not that these things aren’t true but a person can not be summed up in a sentence. and forgiving each other and understanding the situation they were put in (the good side vs the bad side). and again emphasis on put in, because they were children.

[verdemoun]

In honor of our recent conversations

How's the gang with modern drugs and such? I'll count alcohol into that category. Now that it doesn't Have to be a part of life, it can just be a fun little addition. Who's the first to discover the new options? Fruity drinks and clubs that sell overpriced but spectacular drinks they've never thought possible?

(whos the first to make pot brownies /j)

Does anyone ban alcohol from their household, haunted by memories? Does anyone fall into addiction and is saved by the gang?

tw recreational drug use

Arthur walked into a bar, asked for whatever, and then chuckled with glee upon being served a fruity-ass cocktail he proceeded to scull before realizing it was 2.5 standard drinks. Feeling the immediate sensation of 'I drank that way too fast and am feeling it', he ordered another and marvelled how dangerous it was they could make alcohol taste not only good but delicious. He remembers little else of the night beyond that point, but was assured he ordered three more and then made an ass of himself as usual.

Bill Williamson is the one who actually is a bit of a beer connoisseur. Learning to appreciate and savour different types of beer is, in his opinion, what stopped him from spiraling further into alcoholism. Craft and local beer enthusiast who will actually know about hops and the harvesting of hops. He is very partial to a fruit-infused sour beer. (mango sour my beloved)

Arthur and Charles ban alcohol from the house. Not officially but they try not keep whiskey/spirits in the house because the two of them will finish a bottle in a night and not remember a thing in the morning. They are binge drinkers and they are aware of it.

Karen has a long unending love affair with SSRIs. She needs them to function. She cannot handle life without a drug reminding her brain everything will be okay. On the bright side it reduces her drinking.

Strauss deserves some love he's actually very passionate about spirits, syrups and liqueurs and can recreate virtually any cocktail in his house. Sometimes a man gets home from work and needs to recreate a drink he paid way too much for at a kitschy little bar but make it a triple.

Kieran and Javier attempted to make pot brownies and accidentally hotboxed the house. Bessie got home to the unmistakable smell of weed, Hosea snoring his guts out after being practically glued to the couch, and Javier and Kieran still in the kitchen just eating the brownie mix they didn't bother cooking. They also failed to open the windows so within 10 minutes of trying to help her poor boys + husband she was also very high and ordered pizza. Annabelle had to come babysit them all.

Davey convinced Mac to do poppers one night when they were out at a bar. Mac proceeded to have a panic attack while coming down and sent a frantic 'in case i die i think i love you' to Bill. Bill, who was several hours away, also panicked and asked Hosea to go find them. Mac got kicked out of the bar and was so emotional he actually hugged Hosea meanwhile Davey was calling him a pansy.

While not a timewarper Mary-Beth ended up having a bit of a laudanum habit after being prescribed it to help her sleep. In 1911 after hearing what happened to Bill, Javier, Dutch and then John, she found herself both heartbroken for the gang but also suffering with anxiety and paranoia that she would be outed as a former VDL and hunted down the same. She ended up very much addicted and reuniting with Reverend, both as an old friend who was also very saddened by the end of the gang but also helped her sort her shit out. Some say you can still find laudanum bottles hidden around Shady Belle.

[breannasfluff]

Hi I would like to kindly request some cute Wing Boi hcs if you got the time

Of the "how people deal with them at home" variety

Like Time/Malon dealing with hay in their primaries or cows trying to chew on the ends of their wings while they're working, if sky/sun were competitive about who had bigger wingspan when they were growing up together like when little kids conpare whose growing taller first, Legend and Ravio continually stealing each others' stuff because they are both absolutely collector bird types, etc.

Got any fun ideas?

I haven’t picked a bird for Ravio yet, but it’s got to be something that collects things. Even if they share things, it belongs to whoever is having the conversation. “My bedroom”, “my bowl”, “my staff” etc. Whoever is on the opposite side keeps pointing out it's “our bowl”, but they totally going to claim it next. If Ravio collects something, he’ll give the red stuff to Legend. 1) he likes him. 2) it’s not worth the fight.

Wild collects…a lot of food, but at least he’s good with sharing. Zelda would sometimes stage an intervention to clean out the food before it got old in Hateno. Wild started picking up a habit of cooking feasts for people when he got full on food. With the Chain it isn’t a problem anymore because they go through food fast enough. He trusts very few people around his wings, which is a topic of a oneshot I’ll post sometime. He is a very social bird but tends to hold himself back around the others. Poor boy has trust issues. Hyrule and Legend weaseled their way in and once they firmly landed in the “safe” category, he loosened up a lot. He LOVES spending time with them and doesn’t like being alone. Hyrule might sometimes want a little space, but Wild is always up for a wing around Legend, or tucking himself under the other’s wing.

Sky in particular steals food, although he sometimes gets embarrassed about it. Oh boy, ok, so Sky and Sun were in a constant battle about food growing up. Sky would enact elaborate, over-the-top plots to take her snacks, and she started ramping up ways of hiding it. It was always in good fun, but to this day they cannot eat a normal meal together in peace. Wind is easygoing enough that he’s fine sharing, and Wild gives him a little extra with this in mind.

Time absolutely adores Malon. I haven’t picked a bird for her yet, either, but that flock instinct of Time’s meshes well with his wife. He’s the type of person who will fly out and pick wildflowers to surprise her. Or get up early and do the chores so she can sleep in and he’ll make her breakfast in bed. He’s a very touchy bird; likes to wrap Malon up in his wings whenever he gets a chance. He does have an archnemesis: Frank the billy goat. Time thinks it’s the stupidest name, but Malon named him so he’ll never say anything. And Frank hates Time with a burning passion. He’ll charge when he tries to go bring the goats in for milking. You ever want to see a full-grown man with the wings of a raptor run screaming like a little girl? Yeah, Malon laughed so hard she cried.

Warriors may be a solitary bird, but he’d really like to meet someone and fall in love. He’s good at the military, but it’s not his passion. He’s actually pretty crafty, which a lot of the birds don’t know. Warriors isn't sure what he wants to do after the military, so he just keeps doing it for now. He doesn't like others see him failing at a new skill, which is why most things end up hidden.

Twilight really likes to play games, but is worried others won’t want to indulge in childish play when he’s normal. They have no problem playing with Wolfie, though, so he transforms when he’s missing playtime. Wind especially will play fetch for ages with him. Twilight would really like Time to engage in some more games with him. While he follows what Time says, usually to the letter, playtime would give him a chance to loosen up from following a hierarchy.

Four’s favorite activity is a dirt bath (good for his feathers, bad for his body). He’ll compromise with rolling around in leaves in the fall. It doesn’t leave him clean at all, but it’s so fun to send up mounds of leaves with his wings and thrash around. Four has a lot of interests and will randomly pick up a new one. Lots of info dumping from our colorful bird, but they try to keep from going overboard. All they really want is someone to listen to him, though. He and Zelda/Flora get along because she’ll share research and details. The Chain was not pleased when Four regaled them with the worms-in-fish information, though. Even the seabirds started looking for something else to eat. They got over it, but Four has all sorts of weird details that are 75% true to pull out.

Legend’s default expression seems to be “annoyed” but he’s usually not. Instead of RBF it’s RAF. He’s such a softie for Hyrule and Wild. He feels like he spends half his time wrangling the two of them which is…partially true. Honestly, he’s happiest when he’s cuddled up between them, the center of attention. He’ll puff up a little if he’s extra pleased, which the others think is super cute.

Hyrule is really a “pair” bird, and he paired with Legend. When Wild came along, though, something in their personalities connected and he decided Wild belonged in their group. He’s very flexible; good at getting in tight spots and will do stretches in the early morning. Legend will be huddling under Wild’s wing, grumbling about it being cold, and Hyrule is doing some ridiculous yoga pose, cool as a cucumber. He also bites. It’s self-defense…probably. He definitely will bite when he’s mad, and he’s a very good sword fighter.

Wind is a very sunny bird boy. One of those always optimistic ones. He likes independence in the air, but on the ground, he sticks close to Sky. He views him as a big brother more than the rest of the group. He also taught Aryll to fly, with questionable success at the start. He tends to hover around her in the air after she got kidnapped.

[cornerofhell]

Idk why I randomly got curious about this, do any of your slasher families have dogs? :) or cats?

Bonus: any mythical creature or horror creature feature type pets

Ooooh thank you thank you!!!

The Frosts: The Frosts have a giant Great Pyrenees named Cane (full name Hurricane) who is very protective of the kids, though Claudia has pretty much claimed him as HER dog. He's very protective and oftentimes you can hardly see him when out with his family.

They also have three kitties. A mama tabby, Cherry, and her two babies Pumpkin and Nutmeg. Finding Cherry in the cold, Crystal took the mama in and nursed her to health, while Jack claimed they didn't need any damn cats. You will now often see Cherry loudly purring in his lap, in his recliner while he watches TLC.

The Claus's: Before his death, Santa's helldeer Mistletoe was a beloved member of the Claus family. Sigrid never met him, but she was often told stories of how magnificent of a beast the creature was.

Now Santa has his reindeer, who though he preferred Mistletoe, he loves all of them. His girls are well-treated and pampered by him, and so much as a chipped hoof will get an elf sentenced to death.

As for current pets, Hela has one. A megalodon she named "Bubble". He is fed plenty of whales, loves head scratches, and often is seen giving his mommy rides around the sea. He is safely hidden and has plenty of space to roam.

Sigrid herself has a different creature. A dragon. Given to her by her grandfather, Askr may be a baby for now but he is SIGRID 'S BABY and you can often see him on her shoulder or being fed the finest of meats.

The Frost-Claus's: Of course Mistletoe and the reindeer are often spoken in this version of the Claus's as well.

Miriam has several pets that she adores. First and foremost, there is her chonky Basset Hound that she named Alfred, though you will often hear her call him other names such as "Ally-baby-boo" "Floppsy" and "Sniffles". Then there is her other puppy, Reginald, a giant Saint Bernard who you often hear her call "My widdle boy" "Slobbers" and "Reggie-weggie-woo-woo". She spoils them both very very much. Ofc they are Jack and Santa's as well, but the moment the pups were brought home they became Miriam's.

Miriam also has several birds in her own giant enclosure for them to fly around in happily.

The Rays: The Rays have their pets galore, and I'm just gonna name the mama's pets and do my nextgens' in another post. Tiffany has a giant Mainecoon kitty cat who she named Duchess who hates Chucky with a passion.

Michelle however, has a beautiful boa constricter that she lovingly named Sunny, and often takes her out to the garden with her. Sunny also hates Chucky.

The Caputos: Eddie and Donna have a pitbull named Duke, who they got to help protect their new apartment and give him a good home. Well. The second part was good.

Duke is scared of his own shadow, a giant love bug, could hardly catch flies let alone robbers, and Donna absolutely has gotten him some jammies, all while Eddie has to defend to Chucky that "Duke is a good guard dog, I swear".

The Leprechauns: The leprechaun cave is full of different pets for the children of the home, all given by their loving parents, but the matriarch of the cave does indeed have pets of her own that her hubby Lubdan got for her.

Lucky has two pet ferrets, Silky and Satin, little tricksters who hardly leave their mommy's side. Lucky pampers her girls with their own room for them to play in, and yes, has little outfits for them.

The Tudors: The Tudors only have one pet in their ice cream shop, and that's an old, but still kicking dachshund named Waffle. He has his own little hat and is often laying in his custom bed in Gregory's truck, loudly snoring. The family loves him very much.

[narrators-journal]

How about a P2 EP “what-if” fic about Jun and Tatsuya both being Deja Vu boys and saving the world together while trying to avoid Maya and the Adult EP gang? Maybe when Tatsuya bumps into Maya at the end of IS, Jun helps him pick up the papers and when their eyes meet they remember everything and both go “Oh. No.” Maybe when Tatsuya goes to the shrine again he sees Jun they exchange keepsakes and both decide to work together to fix everything. Jun could have a brand like Tatsuya but instead of it being hands it’s a winding pattern of thorny rose stems. Maybe Jun can let Tatsuya stay in his apartment because he knows Tatsuya is scared of encountering his brother. You can probably shove a lot of romantic stuff in there, too. They would absolutely still be in love despite the events. (I’m sorry I might’ve put way too much thought into this idea)

Okay, so this might be very rough, but I tried my best. The main issue with trying to write this was mainly the fact that this sort of prompt is far too big for a simple scenario. This would require a whole entire fic, probably of the same length or longer than my own Ryomina story, just to cover the complexities that would awaken in the story. Which! Is a story I WHOLEHEARTEDLY encourage you to write! This is a WONDERFUL idea! Go, be free, write your tale dude! Take inspiration from my interpretations of the characters if you want, or, if you’re not an authorial type, draw it as a comic. Either way, I encourage you to make it bc holy shit do I wanna read it lol.

That being said, because the plot would be too dense to write as a simple scenario, I tried to zero in on the emotional side of things. I hope that is clear, and I hope you enjoy this little glimpse into what feels like a much, much bigger au lol.

Sumaru was an easy place to take for granted when you lived there for eighteen years of your life. If Jun had lived anywhere else, he no longer remembered it. So, it had taken the end of the world as he knew it for Jun to appreciate all of the things he’d missed in his own misery.

The friendliness of the strangers, the safety that allowed children to run around and play at Alaya or go shopping for their parents, and the energy that the town had with its colorful nightlife and the chaos that teenagers discovered when their usual hangouts were closed for the night. It was all superficial, and Jun knew too well how tainted those joys were with the cruelty of his peers, his parents, or humanity in general. But, after he’d bumped into that brunette in front of the train station and had to awkwardly explain why he had a long empty lighter that fell out of his pocket, he began to see the good side of that darkness too.

Or, maybe it had been the other way around. The ravenette had begun to see the darkness hidden within his ideal life. His mother’s adoration and support for him was now backlit by the ego she had as an actress. His father’s hardworking, studious nature felt one step away from an absent, neglectful chase for whatever passion he had in the moment. It was as if that awkward brunette had struck the spark wheel of his lighter and illuminated the parts of Jun’s life that he didn’t want to see.

Then had come the nightmares. Dreams of wings ripping from his ribcage, of burning shrines and agony-rich wails of pain, of his own mother staring back at him, wishing he’d never ‘ruined her body’ and for her career back. After that single five-minute meeting with the brunette, almost every night had been plagued with memories so bad that more than once Jun had been shaken awake by his mother or father.

One meeting. One chance encounter on his way to school, Jun Kashihara’s life had begun to fall apart like a precarious house of cards. How did that fucking lighter even get on the sidewalk? It was deep in my damned pocket. He fumed as he stood across the street of seven sisters high. The schoolyard quiet for the moment. And why am I even looking for this bastard? If anything, he’s the reason my life’s like this now. Plus! I don’t even go to this damned school anymore! Though, despite that thought, the small ravenette stayed put on the bench with a burr stuck in his gut.

“Don’t you go to Kasugayama?”

Jun jumped and spun around to look up at the tall brunette who had seemingly manifested out of his thoughts to stand beside the bench. However, as the ravenette looked up at the man, he could tell that he’d gone through a similar shift that he had.

Those warm brown eyes had been lively and bright when they’d first met, and his pageboy haircut had been well-brushed and washed. Now, Tatsuya’s hair was a disheveled, unwashed mess, and his eyes had darkened with the weight of the apocalypse he’d witnessed, with bags beneath them to tell of the nights he undoubtedly didn’t sleep. Hell, even his sun-kissed skin seemed paler than before. “You’ve remembered too, haven’t you?” Jun asked without thinking, the heartache that filled his chest audible in his words while he watched the tall brunette tense up and study his face. So, for a long moment, the two of them sat in a silence that was only broken when the school bell screamed across the street. Yet, even as students poured out into the street to go home or to the shops, or to hang out with friends, the two men simply sat and stared at one another in a silent conversation. Until, at long last, Tatsuya spoke once more, this time in a harsh whisper. “I’m so sorry, Jun…” And, despite how he wanted to argue, or offer some form of comfort to soothe the pain that glittered in those dark eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to do more than open his mouth a few times. Some part of him wanted to reach out and grab one of Tatsuya’s shaking hands, to do anything to help him. But, all he could do was sit in silence on the bench and turn his eyes back to the throngs of chatty teens who went about their days. Blissfully unaware of the deranged gods playing with their lives like chess pieces. If either of us should be apologizing, it should be me… Was the best he could do, and even then he couldn’t find the words to voice it.

And, after a moment, Tatsuya sunk onto the bench beside the dark-haired man. So, they both simply sat and watched the people around them live their lives. And, to some degree, Jun figured that was all the two of them could really do for the moment.

[naberrie2024]

Elysium

“Elysium”

The Naberrie lake house was an idyllic place to raise a family. A hidden gem surrounded by water and magnificent plants and trees, in a remote village of the beautiful Naboo. Obi-Wan Kenobi found himself in peace as it happened each time he went there. He felt home and he was blessed to know that the Naberrie family was safe, happy and…

PUM!!

“LEIA!!!”

A realm of chaos too.

“ANAKIN! Just stop teaching our daughter how to built a ship in her room for God’s sake!!!!”, screamed Padme Amidala Naberrie from the spot in the garden where she was painting calmly along Luke.

Obi-Wan smiled to himself. Even if they had changed names to not catch too much unwanted attention, it was pretty obvious that Luke and Leia Naberrie were Anakin’s children. Stong, chaotic, passionate, fascinating and.. a mess.

He walked to the spot where Padme was teaching Luke how to paint when both of them realised he was there. Luke knew first. He could feel the Force strongly and he always knew when Obi-Wan was close by.

“Uncle Ben”, said Luke happily as he ran to his open arms.

He caught the kid in his arms and hugged him. Then, he looked at his 5 years old face. He looked exactly as Anakin as a child. Fortunately, he seemed more quiet, more similar to her mother in that way. And it seemed, he also learnt a bit from himself. He was indeed his uncle and he visited them every week, sometimes, he even stayed for months.

“Master Kenobi”, said Padme with her serious voice. Then, she laughed and Obi-Wan looked at her in awe. She looked so much young than those terrible years of war and fights.

Sometimes Obi-Wan forgot how very young those two have been. Anakin was only 23 when he had to fight against Palpatine. His padawan, his little brother fought with all his strenght saving everyone that day. Anakin Skywalker was only 23 when he ended the sith and brought the light to the galaxy. And Padme Amidala was only 27 when she gave birth just after defending herself from some clones that tried to attack her. How she managed to do that while in pain, only God knows.

The thing was that Anakin grow old quickly after that day. He looked ten year older than his wife. He lost a lot of life energy saving the galaxy from the sith, indeed he almost died. He still remembers Master Yoda bringing Anaking to life in his own trembling arms. He had been in shock, unable to help his brother after seeing him kill Palpatine, he had thought his padawan, his dear brother was dead. But he wasn’t.

God, he was blessed that day and everyday afterwards.

“Milady”, Obi-Wan bowed at her.

She hugged him as she continued laughing.

Luke didn’t let go of his arms.

Nor that he was thinking of letting go of him anytime soon.

He adored Luke so much.

Padme sat again on the soft grass, caressing her long hair and staring at the lake.

“How long are you gonna stay?”, she asked as she continued painting, “Luke, aren’t you going to show uncle Ben what you painted for him, my darling?

“You painted something for me?”, he asked to Luke.

“Of course I did”, he answered just as Anakin used to do.

Padme laughed again and he put the boy in her arms. He kneeled in front of Luke’s painting.

It was his lightsaber and Anakin’s , side by side.

He smiled.

“You’re so good, my boy”, he smiled to Luke, “ You paint so much better than your father used to when he was a child, you know?”

“Its’ for you, Ben”, said Luke, a bit sleepy.

Padme caressed Luke’s hair until the little child fell asleep.

“He’s in Leia’s room”, she said smiling

He bowed at her one last time

“Oh come’on, go to him, you know you’re dying to see him and so is he”, she smiled sweetly at him.

……………………………

Anakin Skywalker, or Anakin Naberrie these days, have lost more than a few years of youth fighting against Palpatine. He lost the feeling of both his legs, so his young brother had to live in a weelchair for the rest of his days. It seemed it didn’t make him angry, just a bit nostalgic about his time as a warrior and pilot.

Obi-Wan regreted it everyday. If he could exchange their places, he would. He would give his last breath so Anakin could breath a second longer. He would give him his legs and his whole body if he ever needed one.

“Anakin”, he said knocking slightly at Leia’s door.

Leia and Anakin were… doing some sort of dance with their arms. Rap or something like that.

“Ts… Ts.. You are the star and I’m just a peasant.. Ts.. ts..”, sang Anakin as Leia danced along his father, both of them sitting on the floor.

“It seems to me you’re unable to build your daughter’s new bed, aren’t you?”, he teased his student.

Anakin looked at him, smiling funny with shiny blue eyes. “Ocean eyes” had once said Padme, the same eyes Luke and Leia inherited.

“Master”

“Padawan”

They both looked at each other. Then, they bursted into laughing. He went to Anakin and hugged him tightly, he kissed his head and he caressed the golden, a bit grey, long hair of his brother.

“How are you doing? Want some help?”, he asked as he sat beside him.

Leia ran to his arms then, hugging him and whispering how much they have missed him.

“You think you can do a child bed with.. the shape of a royal ship, old man?”, asked Anakin as he looked confused at some instructions.

“I think you’re looking at them.. upside down, daddy”

Obi-Wan laughed hard and Leia smiled at them.

Anakin sighed, laying down with his eyes closed.

“Who do you think build your bed when you were a child, brother?”, he asked Anakin as he took some pieces of the bed and started to glue some of them.

“I had a bed with ship form as a child?”, asked Anakin.

Sometimes he reminded him of a puppy. Innocent, naive and childish. And he loves him so much. More than anything else in the galaxy, along with his children.

“Of course you did. Your whole room was like a ship. Your ceiling full of stars and distant planets. The room of a true pilot. I built it of course. I wasn’t gonna ask Mace or Yoda. They would say it’s attachment. Not that they think that way anymore”, he said smiling at Anakin and Leia who stared at him as they usually did when he started to tell a story, “It amazes me, though, that the best pilot in the entire galaxy can’t build a bed”

“It’s not so easy, master!”, said Anakin as Leia decided to sit on his chest.

Obi-Wan looked at them. Leia looked exactly as Padme although her character was… in the middle. Also, she inherited from her mother….

“I’m gonna continue doing my budget for the extraordinary session for my planet”, said the little girl as she got up.

Anakin and him stared at each other in shock.

“Your what?”, asked Anakin

“My budget for my planet. Daddy, don’t you know what a budget is?? Its..”

“Don’t look at me like that Obi, the one obsessed with politics is her mother, not me”, said Anakin as he shook his head, “Not only one politician in my house, but two. My luck”

“It could be worse”, he said as he saw Leia writing down her “speech” as she vocalised each word carefully. She saw them looking at ther, so she got up and went to other room, chanting her speech.

“Amazing”, said Obiwan as he looked still at where she had been just a moment ago

“You enjoy that my children and wife torture me, Obiwan. You’re enjoying it too much”

“Do I need to remind you that I raised you?”, he asked laughing at Anakin, “ Once, you literally, blew a ship when you were 10. I was so scared you had hurt yourself that it took me several minutes to realise you were standing there like a king, smiling because you haven blown a royal ship. Which cost me..”

“I know, I know..”

“And there was another time you…”

“I get it, Obi-Wan, I get it”, said Anakin as he crawled to lay next to Obi-wan, the young man put his head on his lap as he used to do as a child and teenager, “I missed it. I miss flying”

“I know, dear heart”, he said as he looked at his brother’s face. “But what if I told you… I changed a few things in my ship so you can pilot it safely?”

Anakin almost jumped at that.

“You didn’t!!!!!”, shouted Anakin as his eyes shone with happiness.

“I did”, he repeated as he continued building Leia’s new bed.

“PADS!!!!! KIDSSSSS”!!!!! LOOK AT WHAT OBI DID!!!!”

Obi-wan laughed as the whole family reunited in the room, yelling with happiness as he told them how he changed his ship so it could be anakin’s ship.

After a while, Padme went away to help her maids to make dinner. While Anakin and Obi-Wan continued building Leia’s bed.

Obviously, both ended up falling asleep.

When Padme went to look for them, she didn’t have the heart to wake them up, so she took a picture of both of them sleeping, smiling.

Master and padawan

Brothers.

Family

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a returning citizen in Mount Phoenix:

          Noel Yunuen, a 28 year old son of Acat.           He is a tattoo artist at Marimo Ink.

FC NAME/GROUP: Yoo Taeyang from SF9 CHARACTER NAME: Noel Yunuen AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 04.20.1995 PLACE OF BIRTH: Guadalajara, Jalisco OCCUPATION: tattoo artist / rehabilitated(?) grave robber HEIGHT: 189 cm DEFINING FEATURES: black wavy hair with white streaks in, it's usually layered and kept short, though he toys with letting it grow back from time to time. he also has his fingers blacked out along with black bands circling up from his wrists to his shoulders and from his ankles to his thighs. Both his ears are pierced as well as his lower lip; he has the industrial, tragus, and orbital as well as small gauges to still be able to put earrings in. for the lip piercing, he has a labret in the shape of a black hoop hugging the entirety of his bottom lip. On the sides of his neck, right where it connects with his jaw, there are two small dahlia flowers: one peach and one red. His irises are quite particular and one would say one of his defining features, for they’re a jade green color resembling the ancient pieces of jade jewelry the Maya wore. 

PERSONALITY: he’s unapologetically sarcastic though he mostly doesn’t mean any harm; coy glances and smug grins over a glass of blood wine are his signature, but he finds peace in listening to the reasoning behind a person’s tattoo - they’re sacred to him, so every detail that gets explained fills his jade eyes with tremendous joy. whether someone believes in him or not doesn’t bother him in the slightest, what matters is the passion they fill their ink with. to him, that someone thinks a piece of his artwork is worthy of being on their skin is the greatest honor and will treat any of his clients with the utmost respect, always attentive to their every need.

noel finds social gatherings incredibly amusing: he’s charming, eloquent and perhaps enjoys causing an impression on people a tad too much. he puts himself out there and he enjoys all the stares directed his way, be they in approval or in judgment, he basks in the attention that he gets just by being himself. addiction is no stranger to him, be it to substances or pain itself, he indulges in every sin known to mankind. it was a godly habit he had inherited from his godly father - acting as if he has the right to receive all the goods in the world.

HISTORY: “don’t come back too late. ya es tarde, mijo.” 

he should’ve listened. soft whimpering filled the forest as small bare feet pushed their way through the dirt and leaves desperate to find their way back home. the sun had lost the battle and begun its descent down the horizon as the dark of night claimed the skies. he was lost. “nana…” the young boy whimpered out as he hid behind a tree, into wild bushes for protection for the creatures that preyed the ancient silence of time and the threats that plagued it. the forest was mischievous, playful… dangerous. it knew things, saw things - felt things and hid them and so it hid noel from the dangers of the nightly world. noel was different, you see; worship ran through his veins, painted his eyes the color of godly skin and gifted him nature as his reign. he was inkhearted, meant to bind and sacrifice for divinity in this mundane world and bring back the honor of the fallen gods and so the leaves led him to a hidden paradise - a place the pale demons couldn’t manage to corrupt.

hidden deep in the heart of the forest the tomb of many and temple of one remained dormant, waiting for when the time was right before opening the chest of forbidden memories for the heir to claim before his fate was set in those very temple stones, and then, in the gentle embrace of the morning sun he was taken by the hands that would shape his life. his grandmother was left behind, waiting by the edge of the woods for the boy she raised to return and he never did. noel didn’t know what became of her but she never left his thoughts, not once in the seven thousand, six hundred and sixty-five days did he not spare her a sigh to the wind. he felt unworthy of her forgiveness for his hands had learned to steal, to harm, to take and take without permission or redemption and consequence; though it was never his intention, the grave robbers that found him in the temple had taught him to survive in this world’s cruel claws. 

with them, he found not only the shadows but also paradise on earth on their travels. he found his gifts, forbidden riches and even love; a love so vibrant it put whatever stolen masterpieces there were in museums to shame. it was a love that might’ve made even the gods jealous, so it ended and with it’s end came a new chapter in his life. one written in hellish deals and painted with blood, corrupting part of his soul with greed - he enjoyed ending and soon learned the taste of blood fueled his reach for new horizons and he had his eye set on one: Mount Phoenix. 

PANTHEON: Mayan CHILD OF: Acat POWERS: paint/ink manipulation; he can manipulate paint and ink as if they’re an extension of his being. when mixed with his blood, they turn poisonous and can sting to the touch. through this he’s learned to solidify his blood with the ink in his skin into sharp blades for fighting in case he needs to. This power also allows the creation of moving paintings, they cannot be interacted with just observed. he often uses this to recreate memories he’s fond of, but can be applied to quite anything he feels like painting.

pain transferal; he can take someone’s pain and transfer it onto himself or onto someone else - doing the latter, however, weakens him greatly.

blessing/curse; his blessings come in the form of small painted flowers on the skin, their purpose is to make the blessed a bit happier, a bit luckier, a bit less lonely - his curses however are bleeding scars of wilted flowers, they’re a little hex of unluck and his brand for his targets.

STRENGTHS: pain; he has a high pain tolerance, almost to the point where if pain is too extreme his entire body goes numb. this often makes him feel euphoric and provides a boost of energy for a limited amount of time.

blood; blood sacrifices were a part of his father’s existence, they were offerings made to him and his kind to honor them, feed them, satiate their thirst and pay respects. drinking blood is part of his daily life and helps keep him healthy.

tattooing; being the son of the god of tattoos and scarification, doing either of the two activities strengthens him and his abilities.

WEAKNESSES: sunlight; just as direct sunlight can make a freshly made tattoo burn, his physical strength deteriorates whenever he stands outside during daytime. he can still walk, but his eyesight blurs and he feels constantly light headed. It’s manageable thought. 

pain; a two edged sword - while also being one of his greatest strengths, being in pain for too long makes him behave erratically, almost as if in bloodlust. 

blood; even if drinking blood regularly keeps him healthy, drinking too much will slowly drive him insane, potentially turning him into a cold blooded killer.

[potsherdss]

*     ‘      ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !

General

Name: Dr. Evander Lysandros Sidaris Age: 30s Gender: Male Species: Human Nationality: Greek Occupation: Archaeologist, Egyptologist (he has two Ph.D.s, what a nerd)

Hobbies & Interests

Collecting and cataloging antiques (he has quite the impressive teapot, stamp and book collection!).

Cooking, baking.

Tea.

Writing, reading.

Gardening, botany.

Antique teapots. His teapots are sacred. Don’t touch them.

Personality traits

Sweet, caring, gentle.

Lighthearted, often seeing the positive side of things.

Pacifist; dislikes (and often avoids) conflict… which isn't always a good thing.

Polite and friendly.

Thoughtful.

Intelligent and curious, with a deep love of learning.

Creative and imaginative, with a passion for storytelling.

Sensitive and empathetic.

Comfortable with solitude; in fact, he often prefers it.

A bit of an oddball.

Tends to get overly passionate about certain topics.

Has a habit of getting lost in his thoughts and daydreams (don’t mind him staring off into the distance…).

Tends to skip small-talk (goodness, he really struggles with small-talk and can be a little... awkward) and launch into monologues about topics he's passionate about… even if he’s just met you 5 minutes ago. He is a chronic info-dumper and oversharer.

Afraid of public speaking. Whenever he has to give a lecture or presentation, he is a blushing, stammering mess and tries to hide behind his notes.

Doesn’t drink alcohol and if he does, oh boy. 

Goes into hyperfocus when immersed in his interests or research.

He cannot STAND perfume. It gives him a headache and makes him nauseous (hello, sensory sensitivity). Natural scents are fine.

Trivia

Vegetarian.

Has a faint Greek accent. 

Very intelligent. Also very awkward.

Doesn’t have a car or a driver’s license – but he has a green old vintage bicycle!

Afraid of heights. Avoids tall buildings and bridges.

Is a bit superstitious and equally fascinated and terrified of the paranormal. He has seen some eerie things that made him question his own sanity.

Has a knack for finding hidden meanings and symbolism in the artifacts he discovers.

Has a soft spot for animals and has volunteered at animal shelters in the past.

Has a talent for languages and can speak several fluently, including Latin, Ancient Greek, and Sanskrit. He enjoys studying the etymology of words and their cultural significance.

Always Carries a Notebook.

Paces when thinking.

His antiques and books are organized in a specific way, and if you take a book you gotta put it back IN THE EXACT SAME SPOT OK!!?

Usually wears eccentric tweed suits. Colorful (bow)ties and socks are a MUST.

Needs reading glasses, but constantly misplaces them.

Physical appearance

Blonde, long curly hair, kinda messy, often tied back in a ponytail or bun.

Sun-kissed skin, faint freckles.

Bright blue eyes.

1.81m.

He has a few minor scars on his arms and hands from his field work.

Lean “dad bod”.

Style: Classic, sophisticated, “professor core”; comfortable, knitted pullovers and cardigans, tweed suits; earthy colors but always with a pop of color.

Background

Evander grew up in a small Greek town where he developed a love for history and archaeology at a young age. His parents (his mother being a history teacher, his father a librarian) were both supportive of his interests and encouraged him to pursue his passion.

He began his career as an archaeologist working on local sites and eventually landed a job as a field archaeologist.

He has worked on various archaeological sites around the world, including in Mexico, Peru, Guatemala, and finally Egypt. Some of his notable works include working at the ancient Mayan city of Tikal in Guatemala. After earning his first Ph.D. in archaeology, he worked in Egypt and spent several years working on various excavation sites throughout the country, including the famous Valley of the Kings, before eventually getting his second Ph.D. and securing a position as a lead archaeologist and Egyptologist.

After many years of working as a field archaeologist, Evander began to feel burnt out from the constant travel and after a… particularly dangerous adventure, he decided to settle down and start a new chapter in his life. He currently works at the local museum where he spends his time researching and cataloging ancient artifacts.

Apartment

Evander's apartment is small but cozy. His  bookshelves are filled with antique tomes, archaeological texts, antiques, books, one shelf is designated to his extensive teapot collection. 

He has a green thumb and enjoys tending to a variety of potted plants, which are scattered throughout the apartment and even spill out onto his small balcony. There are herbs growing in the kitchen, small succulents on the windowsills, and even a few hanging baskets suspended from the ceiling.

His desk is always quite chaotic and a little cluttered with books, journals, and scrolls.

A few small trinkets and artifacts are scattered about the desk as well.

Evander's cat Cleo usually lounges on his floral couch in his living room.