#but I can give them special shapes as a treat :3c

[bennymaxxing]

yeah I KNOW the only way ✧ shaped gunshot scars can happen is if the barrel is literally on the skin and in the fnv intro we see that Benny is at least a couple feet away when he shoots the courier but IDC IM TAKING SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES CUZ STAR SCARS ARE COOL!!!

[laventadorn]

I have a question. Where did you draw from to get as kind, seeing, thoughtful and loving and such a good-hearted character as Harriet in your stories? It blows my mind. She was good for people. How do you write a character like that?

aw, this is a really nice message! <3 ty so much for sending it :3c

Background: Canon Harry is supposed to possess an "extraordinary ability to love," right? To me, it felt like canon harry was... not deficient in that area, precisely? But the series hinged upon his ability to love, and in some ways, this "ability to love" seemed to be "ability to not choose evil." I don't think those things are the same, although you could argue that they grow on the same vine. To quote Sir Terry Pratchett, "Evil starts when you treat people like things." Harry knows that people aren't things, and he never treats anyone like a thing.

Harry is certainly capable of kindness and compassion -- but his abilities aren't particularly extraordinary if you take them at face value. However, if you set them in the context of the way the Dursleys treated him, the way the wizarding world treated him -- the violence that was done against him all his life, the way that he was routinely treated like a thing without feelings -- then Harry's ability to be incredibly decent is downright amazing.

HP isn't a novel about Cycles of Abuse in a tradition of realism, although cycles of abuse are represented in various characters; rather, it's about innate goodness and innate evil. These are dressed up as "choices" (Harry chooses Gryffindor, he chooses goodness, as opposed to other characters who choose Slytherin, who choose evil) but the truth is that Voldemort was born from an act of evil and Harry was protected by an act of true love. Voldemort treats people like things. Harry treats people like people.

But, aside from this basic upright decency and literal ability to love others, I felt that Harry's Extraordinary Ability -- in a story about innate goodness and innate evil -- could be augmented.

How I Approached it: An important consideration in writing a character is not only to define their important traits, it's also to demonstrate those traits through their actions. Pretty basic observation, right?

But sometimes we get told "the character is smart" while they don't do anything especially smart, or "the character is so special" while they just don't seem to be particularly special in any way at all. It's like the author gives us a grocery list of traits, but when we get to the store, the shelves haven't been stocked, and we're just left holding the list and an empty basket.

So we can't just tell the audience the character possesses these traits and expect them to buy it if the character doesn't reveal those qualities in the things they do. It was therefore important to me to create a character that could demonstrate some empathy/compassion/kindness/extraordinary ability to love, rather than just, like, saying "Harriet has a good heart" and leaving it there.

Defining Traits: In order to write a character who's kind, we have to have an understanding what kindness looks like in the first place. We can't write -- or recognize -- a character who's kind unless we have some definition for that, some shape it takes in our mind. Only then can we start showing it through actions.

So, what does a kind action look like? To some extent, this depends on how the specific author defines kindness, or at least chooses to express it. Is it compassion? Selfless acts? Consideration for other people, in word and deed? An awareness that other people have interior lives? A willingness to love them, warts and all? An understanding that it feels good to be treated like you matter and feels awful to be treated like you don't? There are so many things it could be; we just have to define it for ourselves.

Kindness in real life involves some measure of self awareness and an ability to tune in to other people, but it also involves an understanding that kindness matters. We also have to acknowledge the ways that other people's unkindness affects us, and to seek ways to avoid perpetuating that (to the best of our ability -- everyone is angry, hurt, mean, or uncaring sometimes).

Harriet in particular: She does understand a lot of this, even if she might not be able to articulate it to herself. She recognizes that people around her have feelings, and that she has the power to affect those feelings through her actions. She knows that you don't treat people like things. She has the temperament of, "I don't like being treated that way, so I'm going to treat people better."

By contrast, Snape doesn't comprehend, well, any of this. As a result, he's mean, belittling, and frequently cruel. He first of all refuses to acknowledge that he can be hurt, while at the same time he wants to hurt other people in an effort to protect himself from pain and fear that he won't even admit live inside him. He sees emotions as a weakness (Canon Snape says this to Harry in OotP), and as a result he ignores his own while trying to provoke others' constantly.

But kindness to others starts with the self. Harriet has the ability to say, "Hey, that hurts and I don't like it, so I won't do it. I'll do this instead." Snape starts off the story unable to do this, and even at this point his ability is still extremely stunted. But Harriet's consideration towards him affects his consideration towards her; and because kindness ripples outward, it also starts to seep into the way Snape responds to others.

On a Practical Level: Designing your character approach can involve looking at things and seeing what didn't work for you. I'll give you an example:

In HBP, when Ron makes fun off Hermione in class and she runs off, Harry accurately and clearly determines that Hermione needs his support; he follows her. He finds her with Luna, who's attempting to comfort her. Harry doesn't know what to say to Hermione and, iirc, feels kind of awkward, so he just hands her stuff over, and she's embarrassed, so she runs off.

What Harry did was kind, and it shows more awareness of someone's needs and ability to act to meet them than a lot of characters would show. Where he fell short in this scene was in being able to actually comfort Hermione. However, we wouldn't say he was at fault for this -- she wouldn't wait to be comforted, either by him or by Luna, and he's also a teenage boy. If he'd been able to flawlessly support her, it would've felt weird. There's a whole lot of baggage surrounding the way men are often taught/allowed to express emotions, which frequently boils down to, "they aren't." He has the impulse to comfort her but not the skills.

When I was writing Harriet, I wanted to retain that impulse while augmenting her skills. Some of this can happen purely because she's a girl. It's not that she's innately better at comfort because she's a girl; it's that she gets more opportunity to practice. For one thing, Hermione in such a situation would be less likely to run off from Harriet than from Harry.

What I'm trying to say is that Canon Harry had a sweet moment there. He just had some perfectly natural limitations. I can take those away from Harriet and give her more opportunities to develop this skill.

[fnlbeautifca]

its getting close to my birthday and i have brainrot soo DOL LIs when its your birthday!!

if not specified, it will assume highest love :3c for some (great hawk specifically T_T) im not 100% sure on, so im sorry if its not accurate to the character… i did my best…

alex: most likely forgets about it until they check the calendar for today while making breakfast. i think they would make pancakes with a heart shape drawn on the top :3c the day is the same as any other, except by the end of it they give you a gift that is of your imagination ^^

avery: i feel like they might take you on a date, but actually ask for preference this time. it really depends on how much they like you… miiiight get you some flowers or maybe some nice jewlery

black wolf: doesnt really understand. but happy to spend the day with you anyway ^^ theyre just a little guy dont fault them here..!! maybe theyll bring you a dead deer or something

eden: probably got your birthday info from bailey, and makes you their best attempt at a cake. im not sure how good at cooking/baking they are, i hc them as being good at making edible, necessary foods like stew (but thats off topic!) i think they would make their best attempt at a small cake, and of course youd spend the day together. MIGHT indulge a night on the town if you ask really nicely and they like you a lot

great hawk: brings you nice little trinkets as a gift and maybe somehow steals a sweet treat from a [convenient place]… maybe flies you around a little. very romantic

kylar: obviously already knows its your birthday whether you told them or not; gives you a gift tailored to your exact interest/or needs at the moment + flowers and a cute card. insists that you spend the day out with them… please go out with them. they will be sad T_T

robin: gives you a handmade gift + card… if able to, they might buy you something small (cheap stuffed toy or maybe a book you mentioned to want)… they would like to spend the day with you and would be overjoyed if you invited them out on a birthday outing :3c

sydney: (p!syd idk how c!syd acts im sorry…) depending on their love, as a friend theyd get you a card and small gift. with higher love, theyd still get you a gift and a card and maybe some flowers… they also want to spend the day with you, and if you want to go out with them on your special day, theyd be over the moon :3!!! i imagine a romantic stroll on the beach…

whitney: last but not least!!!! depending on their love they might not know or care. if they know its your birthday and theyre at low love and high dom, theyd probably make you go out and do some mischief with them. with high love, i can see them getting you a cheap gift (probably a stuffed animal tbh) and flowers IF theyre feeling especially nice today. what are you looking at them for? its no big deal. they dont even care about you. they just felt like it today. for no particular reason. :3c (still makes you go out with them for a birthday date. if its a rainy day i can see it as a romantic walk in the park with a couple of milkshakes. simple! but thats okay :3c)

[afuntimepartyy]

HIIIIIII MANGY. can i have some spare shelly hcs please oh PLEAAASE

OH OF COURSE BESTIE!!!! I’ll see what I can cook up for you >:3c

✧ Shelly Headcanons - ✧

Shelly uses she/her pronouns, though she isn’t super strict with them either. Honestly, you asking her what she goes by is enough to make her day so much that she couldn’t care what you’d call her after that

a Lesbian, this is a girl kisser!!!

also definitely autistic, I think we all know what her special interest is

her interest in picking up so many hobby’s is a mix of trying desperately to give her something to do (because nobody really ever asks her for things) and also an attempt to make herself “more interesting”.

chubby with a bit of muscle on her too! She digs a lot and uses her arms a lot, so most of her muscle goes into her arms.

her relationship with sprout is similar to that of siblings, she and sprout are some of the oldest toons and the first two created (long before gardenview was actually a thing!) so even if they weren’t living breathing toons that long, that connection is still there. Sprout is… well, still sprout but he does take effort to make sure Shelly is being treated right, or try to. If anyone would get on others case about their treatment of Shelly, sprout would be the most likely main to do that

she tries to be as sweet and polite as possible to be well liked, leading to her holding her tongue a lot and a lot of emotions getting bottled up. She genuinely just wants to be liked! That being said, those closest to her realize she has a bit of a fierce streak and even poke playful fun at others. She’s also surprisingly extremely competitive and hates losing. She’s the opposite of timid in private, but is still very sweet and caring.

she sees her frustration as a burden on others and herself, bottling it up and trying to not to even feel it. Everyone gets the benefit of the doubt except herself, never herself

gets jealous easily, but like all things she refuses to acknowledge it- jealousy is so nasty after all and hers is no exception. For others sake, yknow?

has the ability to breath under water??? Even she forgets it a lot as being submerged in water isn’t exactly a common experience for a toon, but she can do that!

she learns with her hands better than anything else, and tends to emote with her hands a lot too.

has claws on her feet and hand, and her hands are extremely worn and tired.

she makes sure sprout lightens up sometimes, and sprout makes sure she is doing okay- mostly just the listener though. Sometimes saying her prehistoric facts is all she needs to feel better, and sprout knows this well. Before the fall of gardenview and the shut down of it all, they hung out a lot more. Back then sprout was far more lightened up, and things were far more easier for both of them- back then cosmo didn’t need to be there for the two to just enjoy some time off together.

✧ Twisted Shelly headcanons / After the fall headcanons - ✧

twisted Shelly’s toons encounters aren’t the originals, the original remains untwisted due to being around longer and supposedly having people be there for her. Knowing people for awhile is not a luxury shellys created after the fall have, they struggle with nobody to promise their existence won’t be forgotten. Shellys that aren’t the original haven’t seen some people genuinely care deep down, haven’t gotten a latch to keep themselves from twisting…. Most mains we see are the originals and don’t have many duplicates, or don’t have any at all (vee)… not Shelly, however. (Sprout as well, but shh)

twisted shellys are nothing but the emotions and frustration they bottled up. This is demonstrated in their current shape, with the Shelly body being nothing but a limp body with the true ugly emotions exploding and extending out of them.

Shelly and sprout are the only original mains from before the fall that remain, Shelly wants to try and bring her friends back because she’s seen that deep down they all care. They’re all her friends and she knows this twisting thing isn’t who they are. Meanwhile, sprout believes they need to double down on their own protection and leave them behind. They still travel with eachother though, keeping eachother alive despite these views on their now twisted friends being so different.

shellys determination and fierceness is especially highlighted now, not often is she just timid now. Though, still just as sweet and often tries to lighten sprout back up sometimes, and sometimes it works

✧ Twisted Shelly design headcanons / notes - ✧

her mouth splits around the entire shell, cracked and opens around the sides with two holes. Mimics a skeleton jaw structure.

in those mouth holes is her “real eyes” and the ones who blink and follow you. They have the malice pupils (shrimpo, teagan eyes) meanwhile the ones on her head have the ‘cat eyes’.

extra work on the top body looking limp and uncannily unchanged outside of the face from the more toony features. Ichor on the top of the arms drip down into a feature like shape.

long feathered tail, raptor like tail and claws.

“ribcage” isn’t really a ribcage, and acts as plenty of extra limbs that resemble the shape of a ribcage. Helps her latch onto toons so she can tear into them- that being said it’s possible for the ribcage to tear you apart too, or snap off a limb

it almost appears as something lives inside her shell, and has since then been unable to keep itself in. Only its face and upper body concealed by the “Shelly guise”. OHH THATS. A LOT! MB!!!

[sinfulforrest]

10, 12, 14, 24, 26 and 31 for Trace! 🥰

Oooo thank you for this ask, and that's a lot of prompts!!! Let's begin with the Trace lore drop! :3c

10- Do they believe in love at first sight?

Absolutely! He's watched and read way too many fairytale stories throughout his life, to the point that he swears that he'll only pursue somebody that he loves at first sight, and to do that, he makes it his mission to talk to as many people as he can. He's not found that special somebody yet, but he still greets the new day with a smile and a want to meet brand new people so that he can finally find his love at first sight...

12- What makes your character embarrassed?

Being stared at by strangers tends to embarrass him a lot, especially if he doesn't know them. He's got a lot of muscle, his height makes him stick out in a crowd, and his handsome features have made more than a few people turn and stare, leading him to go scamper off to where less people are to go and cool off. Pillow often embarrasses him by teasing him about his posh upbringing which always flusters him, but it's all in good jest! The two tease each other like siblings and love to get a rise out of each other when they're goofing around.

14- Detail one secret shame your character feels.

He absolutely hates that he knows he has horrible, dangerous aggressive thoughts deep down. He hates the fact that despite his chivalrous and kind persona that he tries his best to maintain, he knows that one day it might just crack if he meets the wrong person and he might turn out to be the villain of the tale rather than the hero...

24- What do they consider ugly in others physically?

Trace isn't at all concerned with looks most of the time, all body shapes, types and features are wonderful to him! His beloved could have anything, so his preferences are extremely open. However, he does have limits! He isn't typically drawn to those that have bad hygiene, and he hates nail biters. They make him cringe...unkempt body hair is also a turnoff for him, he likes keeping things tidy on his own body and would want a partner to do the same for theirs.

26- What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise?

Vulgar, brash and rude people get on Trace's nerves and bring out the worst in him, so he tends to avoid people like that. He was brought up on respecting others and treating others with kindness and how you expect to be treated and the like, so when encountering folks that don't abide by that code, he decides to "play the hero" and give the person a taste of their own medicine. People that think they're better than all other people really piss him off as well, makes him want to knock them down a peg or two.

31- Are they superstitious about anything?

For superstitions, I think he'd definitely believe in a couple of them! Would absolutely take care of mirrors in his home and would avoid walking under ladders (if they're even wide enough for him to walk through...), would definitely knock on wood and would absolutely scold Pillow for walking into his apartment with her umbrella still up. She would make fun of him for it, earning her a sharp tap on the head with that days newspaper.

[ash-trash]

💗💥☀️🌙🌺 for all your ACTIVE RP charr.

Oh my! To keep this from going overboard, I’m going to keep this to Charr that are participating in active guild or open RP! Let’s get started...

Sela Lunarstep:

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

Oh gosh, there’s so much to ramble about! Sela’s actually not my oldest EU character, she’s younger than Kurra by a smidge, but she’s definitely my favorite! She’s currently having a pretty rough go of it, but I really love thinking about her “private” life outside of Warband stuff - she gets into tussles, makes jewelry, all sorts of exciting things! :3c Sela’s name comes from, shocker, the Greek moon goddess Selene, while Lunarstep has changed a bit over the years. Originally, she was a shadowstep thief build, which is where the Lunarstep came from, but now it’s more of a... she’s always at the front of the pack, leading the charge, sort of deal. :p

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

Sela is garbage at dealing with anything related to her own vulnerabilities and weaknesses, aha. She’s built up this huge facade of bravado that fixates on her being the perfect soldier and the best Legionnaire and so she has a huuuuge amount of trouble asking for (or accepting) help, or admitting that she can’t do something. Vulnerability is a big no-no and so naturally, although she does well with the more maternal relationships within her Warband, she really struggles with anything that veers towards the romantic. As far as hating to feel something, she hates to be embarrassed or humiliated, again related to her own pride and confidence.

☀️ How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own wellbeing and if so how often? What is their favourite way to pamper themself?

I’d say that she does a pretty good job of taking care of herself, but she absolutely puts others before herself. She prides herself on taking care of her warband and spoiling them and that often translates to making sure they get the lion’s share of the goodies while she scrimps. That said, she does have enough of an ego to feel that she “deserves” the good stuff, so she generally takes care of her own needs pretty well. Except sleep.

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Hmmm, stuff that’s overlooked... well, her favourite colour would be purple, season would be fall (she likes the milder weather and really enjoys the autumn leaves), flavorwise she loves spicy things (honestly, just because she’s trying to show off and be tough) as well as deep rich flavours... More obscure stuff might be: Her favourite time of day is late night, favourite bunk is the bottom one, favourite horn is her upper right one, favourite instrument would be the flute (she tends to prefer her music in the higher ranges - piccolo’s up there too!), and favourite cheese would be a nice heady parmesan.

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

Sela’s pretty happy with her body as it is, but there’s definitely a few changes she’d make. As much as they’d get in the way, she kinda wants bigger horns, and definitely bigger teeth. She’d love to be even more flexible than she is, and she’d like some extra muscle and definition to her legs. Wings would be nice, but definitely not all the time. Shapeshifting, of course! That would come in so handy!

Graf Towercleave (Yes, he still counts >.> ):

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

Ah, Graf, my old man... Graf is definitely one of those characters with the most fleshed-out backstories, especially in how it affects him nowadays, and all the traumas and memories that come with it. I don’t remember the inspiration for his first name, but the second part was because he was originally designed to be a WvW Firebrand in his off-time (which... never came to fruition, oops), so Towercleave. I’m really excited to see the next step in his journey, though it coincides with my own journey in such a way that I do find myself getting emotional about the good-byes... ;w;

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

I’d say that Graf doesn’t really do well with a lot of the “non-Charr” emotions/feelings: any sort of romance, faith, or selfishness. He’s learned to deal with them in others, to be sure, but they’re still fairly alien to him. I’d say that as far as things he experiences that he struggles with, it would be the trauma of his past - whether it’s something that he experienced in the Sieges, or in his time with the Vigil, he... doesn’t do well with being “scared”, or not in control.

☀️ How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own wellbeing and if so how often? What is their favourite way to pamper themself?

He does good at taking care of himself, though perhaps a bit more spartan than is strictly necessary, because that’s what he’s used to. He’s been a soldier his whole life, through and through, and he knows how important maintaining his equipment, including his body, is. He does a good job at keeping himself in shape and healthy, though perhaps to a detriment of not allowing himself many luxuries (except for warm baths, those are always welcome). Although he does consider others, he usually tends to leave them to their own devices, except when he decides they’re too young/naive/bullheaded to do it properly, such as a certain blue-haired warbandmate.

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Favourite food would be some good old traditional charr chow. Grilled meat, lots of special sauce, no fancy frou-frou to mess with it. Maybe some cheese. As far as colours, although most of his life tends to be filled with red, he’ll admit to liking a nice deep dark navy blue the best. The sea has been a rare treat for him, and he enjoys it when he can. Favourite season would have to be winter. Although he doesn’t care for the snow and cold and slush, he likes the way it makes the world slow down. He likes that everyone hates it together, I suppose. Some more obscure ones... his favourite flavour of pie is strawberry, his favourite place was a small grove in what is now the Dragonbrand - nowadays, it’s probably the Hero’s Canton, because it has the most nice memories without bad ones to taint it.

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

Honestly, he’d mostly just... fix his current one. Make it less old, less achy, less stiff. Shapeshifting and the rest of it sounds like a lot of faff. He wishes he had a third set of ears so he could hear humans better. Maybe another pair of arms to hold more things.

Naphtha Seizetar:

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

But I ramble about her so muuuuch, FINE. For any newcomers, Naphtha was originally a villain in a Lunar plot that met a gruesome end, but I loved the concept so much that I had to remake her (a sort of AU, what-if-her-life-turned-out-different) as a good girl. I’ve actually got a sort of spooky story in the works with her (and at the rate I’m going it might be spooky season before it’s ever finished) that’s going to give her a bit of development with her magic because right now the poor girl is a dummy and would rather play with pressure cookers.

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

A lot of them, probably. Naph is a sweetie but she doesn’t do well with a lot of “serious” things. She likes being left alone to her own devices and is still getting the hang of the much-more teamwork oriented Seize group. So I guess emotionally, uh, things like teamwork and codependence and responsibility, whatever emotions those are. As far as hates feeling, she really doesn’t like feeling like she’s wrong (ironically). She doesn’t like feeling like she’s being irrational, or that she’s not justified in what she’s doing.

☀️ How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own wellbeing and if so how often? What is their favourite way to pamper themself?

She does not. Naph is the kind of gal that would go weeks without showering, live off of corn chips and stale marshmallows she found under the couch, and develop a 12 coffee a day habit so she only has to sleep once a month. Naph does not take very good care of herself at all, and she takes care of others even less. She’s not necessarily inconsiderate, she just... as above, doesn’t do well with the whole teamwork thing and kind of figures that she can take care of herself, so everyone else can too. As far as pampering herself, she rarely goes above what’s “necessary” as far as self-care, but on the rare occasion that she did decide to treat herself, she’d get a lot of fancy soaps and oils and just... go to town on her fur and spend like a whole day grooming and scrubbing and getting the years of grime out of there until she’s as soft and fluffy as can be.

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Favourite food would be mushroom anything. Probably her favorite ever is something she had in Lion’s Arch one time, some sort of pasta dish with mushrooms and squid ink - it was salty and savory and rich... Her favourite colour would be brown (well, she’d say black but as far as actual COLOURS), and her favourite season would be fall. She likes the spoopy season, and enjoys cronching the leaves. More uncommon things, her favourite shape is octagon, her favorite simple machine is the screw, and her favorite animal is the carrion devourer.

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

She would absolutely go all out and give herself big ol’ bat wings and like 3 more sets of horns and huuuuge fangs and way bigger claws and a pointy tail and SPIKES and probably a third eye on her forehead... heck yeah.

Elda Throatchop:

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

Ahhh, Elda. I included her mostly because I wanted to talk about her and also she’s sort of gotten sucked into a few open-ish things lately so she totally counts >.> She’s another NPC-turned-character from Lunar’s Drizzlewood plot, this time a generic helper NPC that was supposed to get killed off but Lunar actually did well enough that she survived, and helped them through the final fight. Aesthetically, she’s actually based off of the Pokemon Obstagoon, which is where her last name comes from as well. Sort of. I’ve honestly had the idea for a Blood engineer in the back of my mind for years now and Elda is absolutely not that! She’s not at all what I would have made had I set out originally to make a Blood engineer, but I love her anyways and I’m really enjoying her.

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

Elda hates feeling loneliness. She doesn’t mind being alone, and she can handle that just fine - she likes her private time to tinker or work on projects or test the latest whatever, and she probably does better on her own anyways, but she... needs to know that there’s people there for her if she wants/needs. She doesn’t like being isolated. As far as stuff that she doesn’t know how to deal with, probably regret? She’s so far operated on a kind of “live hard die young” sort of deal (and she almost did, dohohoho) and so when missed opportunities or regrets jump out at her, she’s not really sure what to do about it. It never spurs her to action so she’s kind of just left there staring at it like “so... what now?” and it kind of shuts down her whole mojo for a long time.

☀️ How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own wellbeing and if so how often? What is their favourite way to pamper themself?

Elda takes decent enough care of herself. Not exemplary (she’s not out here practicing yoga or getting enough fiber) but well enough! She eats regularly and gets enough sleep and bathes often, so she’s doing pretty good! Although she doesn’t regularly put anyone above herself, she would do it for certain people, like her friends or family. She values them and their role in her life enough that she’s willing to self-sacrifice to make them happy and keep them around. When she does want to treat herself, she tends to splurge a little on some shiny new tool or toy, often with the excuse that it’s for work and it’ll help her be more productive, but she knows that it’s just because it’s bigger and shinier and has an extra spanner or something.

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Her favourite food would probably be things that are kind of finicky and interactive, so poultry wings, or artichoke, or shellfish. She’s not really picky about flavours, though of course she likes things meaty. Her favourite colour is obviously red, though she’ll admit to a fondness for pink as well. She never understood why humans attach so much meaning to it - pink’s cool. Her favourite season is definitely summer - she likes the clear skies, the bright weather... More random stuff! Her favourite Bop-It command is Twist It, her favourite style of soda pop (if such a thing exists in Tyria, I dunno) is Dr. Pepper, her favourite sport is wrestling, and her favorite piece of clothing is her belt buckle, which is made from the melted down remains of her first gun.

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

Elda’s pretty happy with how she is, but given her choices, she’d like to be quite a bit taller and a bit bulkier. She wishes her teeth were a bit pointier, and she always wished she could grow a longer mane - she wants to have a big spiky mohawk too. As nice as wings or shapeshifting would be, it seems like having too many things would just get in the way.

[themockingcrows]

Hands Free

Bit of Service Top!Trans!Dave I wrote while the gender feels were strong. :3c 

This fic is NOT sfw! This fic is available on my AO3! John/Rose/Dave cw: strapons, strapless dildos, vibrators, polyamory, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex When Dave decides he wants to buy a dick, he Rose and John head to the local sex shop to make a selection. The hard part is choosing his new toy. The easy part is the stress testing.

    The first step in the door was overwhelming anxiety and a sense of not belonging, of being alienated and awkward. The second step, though, was much more welcoming and got both John and Dave fairly relaxed once more. Rose strode ahead, practiced and used to the place by now, for she already knew where they needed to go. Or at least where she was pretty sure they needed to go, even if John and Dave weren’t quite caught up to the concept yet. Sex shops could be pretty intimidating if you weren’t used to them, but she hoped they’d warm up quickly.

    There was shopping to do.

    “So, depending on what you want, there’s a lot of options,” Rose explained as she strode towards the dildo section, then further towards the straps. “Are you wanting to feel it too or just let it work its magic on the other end?”

    “Rose, you sound like you work here,” John snorted, grasping Dave’s hand to tug him along to the right section when he got distracted by some of the videos and books on display. “We don’t need kama sutra stuff, dude, focus.”

    “Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’.”

    “That’s the plan,” Rose said. “And yes I know I do, but I can’t help it. I’ve visited this establishment many times and tend to source my wares from here because it’s a good company,” she chuckled. “It’s better than ordering online, right? When you can actually feel and see the thing and examine it closely for a first time buy?”

    “I guess you’ve got a point, but that doesn’t explain the mail order stuff you keep getting,” John hummed, eyeing different glass toys curiously. Were they safe? ...Well, obviously they must be or they wouldn’t be for sale in here, now would they. The idea was intriguing though, a different material altogether.

    “Like I said: for first time buys. I can kind of judge by the company if I want to buy something online or not, especially after investigating similar items in here,” she said, giving a wave to the store attendant who called over that if they needed anything to just come ask for assistance.

    First name basis. Rose’s toy box made a lot more sense now.

    Dave, the main reason they were here in the first place, was trying his best to play it cool and was failing. There were dicks of all sizes, shapes and colors here and he knew precisely what he wanted to do to his partners with one. It was just a matter of finding the right fit, the right color and size. The right attitude. His first dick had to be special, but he was grateful for his shades helping to hide just where he was looking at any given time.

    “Where uh. Where the fuck do I even start?” he asked, baffled by the displays. Jelly dicks, glass, medical grade silicone, cheaper materials. Toys that required a strap, toys that worked with a suction cup attachment for a strap, toys that could be inserted into the vagina and used as a functional dildo, double ended dildos. Where the fuck should he even start?

    “Well, your budget first. Then materials,” Rose said.

    “Or just poke around and see what seems interesting then we can adjust based on budget?” John suggested.

    “I’ve got enough to get somethin’ real nice, and I’d like somethin’ real nice,” Dave said. “...I’d just also like to find somethin’ I’d actually use. You remember the packer fiasco.”

    “Ah, yes. The gummy thing,” Rose said with a displeased look. “That was from ordering online and it being a bad material, I think. But it won’t be like that, I promise. We’ll find something you’ll like.”

    Dave made an uncertain sound and tried to relax his eyes in the face of everything ahead of him. So much of it was-

    “Jesus that’s a lot of neon pink.”

    “Mm, yeah.. That’s an issue. But there’s a lot of options too,” she said helpfully. “We can always order online if there’s a different color you want.”

    Dave could feel his palms getting sweaty and his face getting warm as he shuffled from foot to foot, trying to imagine what each of these would be like. He wanted something that could be used on both John and Rose, something sturdy that wouldn’t hurt him. He knew Rose could handle a lot, and John had been topped by her more times than Dave could count already, so size and general shape would be easy to narrow in on.

    “Do you feel much when you’re toppin’, Rose?”

    “Mm. Depends on the toy,” she said. “Some of them I’m only getting off on the fact I’m fucking one of you. Others, there’s clitoral stimulation involved. Some of them even vibrate, remember? I certainly feel that.”

    “...Maybe this is a mistake, you’ve already got so many, I don’t need t-”

    “Dave, we’re finding you a dick, and that’s that,” Rose said, slapping him on the ass when he took another step backwards so he’d step forward and stay on target. “My toys are my own and while you’re obviously free to play with them, I’d like to see what you pick for yourself to fuck us with when there’s an entire store to choose from,” she purred.

    His reddening face went a few shades darker before he nodded and focused more intensely. Okay, come on, Dave. Think. Money wasn’t an object right now, he’d gotten paid and wanted to treat himself and everyone was supportive of that plan. What was something that caught his eye?

    A strap similar to the type Rose wore caught his eye, comfortable and soft but sturdy enough to withstand anything with its well fitting ring. Rose grinned when he picked it out, then cast her eye back to the wall of things… before stepping away.

    “Call me if you need me, I’m going to go take a look at some of the other items.”

    “Me too,” John said eventually, drifting an aisle over to look at the different types of plugs curiously. It seemed like his embarrassment was broken and he was stuck permanently in the curiosity stage of development, wondering at the different shapes and styles as if they were… well. Toys.

    Dave decided to keep the strap, but the choices to make were still overwhelming. Size, shape, color, texture, design, style, sale, no sale, ring or no ring compatible. Slowly he exhaled and reached for the nearest box in red to see what it was up close. Double ended toy. Workable, but not quite what he wanted. There was nothing wrong with it per say, but it wasn’t what he was looking for as far as something that could really let him get his hips working.

    The pink was a bit of a turn off for him, so Dave decided to hunt by color instead, choosing neutral black and white or offsets in interesting warm and cool tones. When he’d narrowed it down to a few sections, he started finally finding some things that interested him. One, first off, was a simple toy for the strap. Utilitarian, decent size and firmness, he was sure it’d work comfortably. He wanted it just for the sake of having it around and knowing it’d work, but something in him said to keep looking. Somewhere here was the perfect dick for him and he’d find i-

    The package was long and thin, deep cherry red and marked for discount. Dave grinned a bit at it when he realized what he was looking at for sure: a strapless toy, bulbed end angled just right to facilitate some friction against his clit while also giving his best to his partners. It sounded interesting enough that his stomach churned with excitement as he double checked the measurements and tucked it into his other arm for safe keeping. This should work.

    This was the one.

    John, nearest in the store, was still fascinatedly looking at plugs, potentially without any interest in buying them. There were as many styles as the dildos, though the shapes were more formalized. Some packages promised amazing prostate massage or perineal pressure, while others were unisex in design. He’d selected a few and was looking at them with his head cocked, weighing the metal one in one hand as if expecting it to declare its weight differently than on the package.

    “Find somethin’ you want?”

    “Ah. No, not this time I think. Maybe next time though.”

    “Ooh, already plannin’ on next time huh?” Dave teased.

    “Hah, yeah I guess. Look at you though, did you finally grab what you wanted? Or… wait, hold on, let me grab a basket,” John said when he realized everything was just just tucked under Dave’s arm.

    “Nah, no need, I got it,” Dave promised. “I picked this dick, I’ll carry it.”

    John grinned at him before rising to his toes to look around for where Rose went off to, peering over aisles before blinking. “Well, I found her, but I dunno if we should bother her.”

    “She’s lookin’ at leather isn’t she.”

    “She’s looking at leather, yes.”

    Sighing, Dave shook his head and walked out the aisle to go the direction John had last been looking in, rolling up on Rose as she examined some different fetish items with a fond eye. She grinned and plucked up a crop, tapping it against her palm.

    “Think I should get it?”

    “If you want? What would you even use it for?”

    “Saving my hand when you two need spanked,” she snorted. “No, there’s a lot of uses for a crop other than just that. Maybe another time, though.”

    “See anything you want while we’re here?” John asked. “Dave’s set. Er. You are set, aren’t you?”

    “I’m gonna be broke after these three things, I’m good,” Dave said, looking down to his soon to be purchases before glancing back up.

    “Mmm… I think I’m good for now as well. After all, the new things Dave’s getting are already going to need a nice thorough testing,” she said, glancing over Dave’s haul with an approving eye. “Wouldn’t want to over decorate the cake as it were.”

    “Maybe I wanna decorate your cake.”

    “I don’t believe those toys come with a cum tube, Dave,” she smirked.

    Face reddening again, Dave adjusted his grip on the toys and looked around to re-orient himself before heading for the checkout. “If we’re done, I’m gonna go ahead’n pay so it doesn’t look like I’m plannin’ on walkin’ out with these things under my hoodie.”

    John hung back by Rose for a moment, reaching up to move some hair behind her ear out of habit before she could do it herself, and grinned. “Think he made good choices for real?”

    “I think so. They suit him just fine. I’m looking forward to seeing him use them, though.”

    “You too, huh.”

    “Dibs on the first round,” she said, smirking when John frowned and let his shoulders drop.

    “Damn it, you’re fast.”

    “Yes I am, you snooze you lose.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

    Though Dave was eager with his purchases, he didn’t use them right away. The boxes and strap hung out in his room beside his bed for a few days, being examined and held at different times as he got used to the idea. They were his. He had toys of his own like this now, and he could use them any time he wanted. It was just finding the right time to use them that would take a bit of doing. Nobody wanted to rush him, but everyone was intrigued, so it was down to Dave to make his move when the time was right.

    Time was right when they were all watching movies one night in the living room, Rose trying to work on a knitting pattern she couldn’t quite understand on one end, John draped over the other, and Dave sprawled out over both of them like a warm weighted blanket. Dave knew this movie frontwards and backwards, side to side and back again, and no matter how many times they’d seen it John always paid attention like it was the first time ever. It was kind of cute, really. He waited till a big moment was coming, let it pass, then leaned up on his elbows to start kissing at his jawline when the distraction wouldn’t be an issue any longer.

    John was sweet, responding shortly to the kisses with a few of his own, before going for the dramatic and scooping Dave closer for a deeper Hollywood kiss suddenly enough that the blonde laughed and kicked his feet, disrupting Rose’s attempts at her new pattern. She rolled her eyes but chuckled at the pair of them, and set her things aside before joining the fray, climbing on top of Dave’s torso to plant a kiss against both their cheeks.

    “That was kinda sudden,” John noted with a chuckle when they parted for air, rubbing his cheek where he knew a bit of lipstick was now no doubt smudged.

    “What can I say, I’m in the mood,” Dave murmured.

    “Oh? In the mood?” Rose hummed, kissing the side of his neck. “The good mood, or the passable mood?”

    “The best mood,” Dave confirmed with a hum of his own, shivering at the sudden feel of her teeth on his throat. Fuck his neck was such a weak spot for him.

    “Really now,” John said, opening his arms to hold both of the blondes at the same time, giving them a squeeze. “Mood for kisses? Or ‘get the fuck upstairs’ mood?”

    “Kisses,” Dave said, taking another while John was in range before pausing to kiss Rose instead. When they parted he smirked. “Though I wouldn’t mind the kissin’ takin’ place upstairs. Might wanna kiss more of ya’ll where I can’t reach with clothes on.”

    “Finally going to test your toys?” Rose purred.

    “You know it, gonna pull that shit out like excalibur and resheathe it in the stone till it breaks.”

    “I’m not sure if that’s sexy or not,” John said. “Can we not do the breaking?”

    “The breaking’s the fun part!” Rose laughed, reaching a hand up to comb  at John’s hair. “How about you let us go so we can get off of you and take this upstairs?”

    “Mmmm. Okay. You drive a hard bargain though,” he said, giving another squeeze to the duo before releasing them. Dave and Rose both stood after a bit of untangling, then grabbed a hand each and yanked John up to his feet so he’d follow them upstairs, laughing as they led him along. “You know, the couch would have been fine too.”

    “Says the guy who’s too long for the sofa,” Dave snorted, making Rose laugh as well.

    With a bit of shuffling of positions, the trio made it upstairs and headed for John’s room, home of the biggest bed. Dave made a detour to his own room to get the toy he wanted to try most, bringing the strap and the generic other one for backup in case it didn’t work as expected.

    Rose was already on John’s lap by then, perched on his thighs and giving his neck a good working over while he helped her get her shirt off. Dave grinned and set his things aside before joining in the stripping. Off went the jeans, the hoodie, off went the baggy tshirt and the binder. He took a deep breath when the constriction was gone, relieved to get the extra expansion again. Fuck yeah that was a good feeling.

    “The tiddies have been released, we’re screwed now,” John said. He didn’t always wear it but when he did and peeled it off before getting frisky? He meant business.

    “Not quite yet, but you’re thinkin’ the right direction,” Dave said, going to the box he’d brought in to take the toy out, setting it on the corner of the bed with a grin.

    “I called dibs before,” Rose said, rising on her knees and giving her hips a wiggle till Dave came over and tugged her pants down, leaning over her back as he slipped them down around her knees and felt along the swell of her ass and hip, down to her thigh and back. “I do hope you’ll indulge me.”

    How could he not? She was warm and perfect under him, smelling like her perfume and residuals from her shampoo and traces of incense, and plenty eager to tease.

    “You mind goin’ last this time, John?” Dave asked. “I mean, she did call dibs. It’s illegal to deny a dibs call, I don’t want the cops bustin’ in here and seein’ everyone’s ass.”

    “I don’t mind at all,” John said. “Do either of you mind if I get handsy though?”

    “With those piano hands? Please, get handsy as you want,” Dave said, smirking when John reached forwards to clasp Dave’s ass, squeezing with both hands. “I’ve gotta get that thing in...”

    “Already?” Rose said. “If you can get it in that fast then I wonder how long you’ve been thinking naughty thoughts before acting on anything,” she said as she slipped off of John’s lap to retreat towards the center of the bed.

    “A while,” Dave admitted, leaning back into John’s hands till they went lower and started to feel around. He shifted his legs apart to welcome a hand up front, groaning softly when cool fingers stroked over overly warm lips.

    “Can verify, goddamn Dave, what a mess,” John teased, stroking a bit faster once he reached for the bud of a waiting clitoris, making Dave’s knees weak.

    “ Shit ,” he hissed. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one doin’ the drivin’ people wild thing right now?”

    “You already are,” Rose promised. “Come over closer and help me get ready? If you’re set already I’ve got some catching up to do.”

    John released his grasp on Dave and stood up to ditch his own clothes while the blondes made use of his mattress, Rose propped against the cushions with her knees parted in welcome, breasts falling to either side of her chest in mimic, and those purple eyes watching Dave like a predator as he scooted up to pray at the altar. Down he went to kiss her stomach, her hip, the center of her pelvis, then down lower to her pubic hair and beyond before sighing comfortably and sinking down to his stomach and forearms for balance. He suckled and licked, probed with his tongue and alternated with flat, slow licks, knowing just how she liked to be sampled.

    After a bit of shuffling around, John had returned to the bed and rested on his side observing, idly stroking himself with a smile. Fuck he loved these two dorks so much, Dave with his bangs in his eyes and his face half buried between Rose’s thighs and Rose with her blissful expression and soft panting sounds of encouragement. He stopped his stroking to scoot closer, grasping one of her breasts and rolling the nibble between thumb and forefinger as he caught her lips in a kiss, swallowing down her wanting noises, encouraging her to be louder if she wanted to let Dave know he was doing good.

    The breathy noises gave way to groans and moans that only grew more insistent when Dave grew more intense, pushing Rose’s limits but not giving her more when she wanted it. Fingers? They were there, helping to trace the shape of her, but they certainly weren’t pistoning against her sex like she wanted so badly.

    She’d just have to wait for the show to start for that to happen.

    When his jaw ached and his tongue felt more than a little numb, Dave backed off and rubbed his mouth before reaching back to feel for the toy. John broke the kiss with Rose to grin his direction, curious about how the toy would look when it was in place, curious how it worked. Rose didn’t have one of this kind, after all, so seeing it in action before it came for him would be neat he assumed.

    He settled back and parted his own knees before stroking the toy against his entrance a few times, biting his lip as it teasingly slipped against him. Being in control he was able to start working the bulb against himself more firmly, testing it, spreading wetness here and there before trying again. With a bit of work, the bulb slipped into place, leaving the dildo sticking out front, a ribbed section stretched over his clit and the front of his vulva. Bright red and a little intimidating, he was satisfied with how it looked. Not some faux piece of replacement, nothing flesh toned, nothing too human shaped. It was obnoxiously colored and fit him like a glove, and when he closed his legs it jutted up like a challenge on his lap.

    John whistled appreciatively, but Rose just moaned and rubbed at herself to make up for the fact Dave was gone, hips working now and then reflexively.

    “Think you can take it now?” asked Dave as he rose up onto his knees showily, wiggling his hips. “Check this shit, it doesn’t move when I do, this bitch ain’t goin’ anywhere I don’t want it to.”

    “Dave, I could take it about five minutes after you started to eat me out,” she admitted. “Get your skinny ass up here and fuck me, or I’m going to jump on you and do it myself.”

    “Pillow princess.”

    “Watch it, or your tongue won’t be the only sore thing,” she said with a smirk, withdrawing her hand as Dave crawled closer and tried to get into position. Tried being the key word. This was new, and was taking a little bit of adjusting to find the right angle for, the right position. Dave grasped the base cautiously as he probed at Rose’s entrance, savoring the moment when her eyes fluttered shut wantingly in response, before steadily starting to breach. A bit more shuffling, and he released the grasp on the toy, trusting it to stay in place as he rocked his hips further forwards an-

    “Ow, go a bit slower,” she murmured.

    “Oh, sorry. Hang on, I’ll jus- Fuck, is it coming back out? I can’t tell.”

    “Is it coming loose?”

    “No, no, I just. I can’t tell where things are on this just yet.”

    “You’re doing fine,” she promised, reaching up to grasp at his upper arms, rubbing at them both gently. “Maybe hold the base still, it might help stabilize it.”

    Nodding, Dave reached down to grasp close against his own body before gently trying again. When Rose didn’t complain, he took it as a sign all was well to pull back and gently coax further inside again. When he bottomed out, Rose hooked her ankles around his hips and moaned softly, squeezing at him in encouragement.

    “I can take it,” she murmured. “I can handle it now.. Go ahead and show me what you’ve got, Dave.”

    “You sure?”

    “Damn Dave, I’ve never gotten to see this angle before with you two,” he said with a grin. “Looking good.”

    Dave smirked and took a spare second to flex playfully before refocusing on his task, pulling his hips back with his grasp still on the toy before lurching forwards. It wasn’t the smoothest stroke in the world, but it was still enough to make Rose whimper and squeeze at him for more. Who was he to say no to that? Another pull back and push forward. By the fifth time, Dave was working out the tempo and angle he needed and wanted, hips working in a rhythm he’d dreamed about using them in this position for ages in. Save for the wet noises coming from Rose, and the groans they were both releasing, it was a fairly quiet affair and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

    The angle allowed for him to kiss her, to curl down and kiss her chest, to feel at her sides before he released the toy and grabbed her hips tight, lurching himself forward to hump harder against her body. Enthusiastically, Rose gripped the sheets and tipped her head back, glancing over to John who seemed pleased just to be near them in the moment.

    He was keeping his hands mostly to himself, though now and then he’d reach out to stroke a breast, an arm, Dave’s leg, Rose’s stomach. There was no limit to how long this could go on however, save for Dave’s stamina and their own eagerness. No refractory period like himself, which was half of why he was still stroking at himself. It’d be a shame to get off too quickly when it was his turn with Dave, but getting off once beforehand offered a way to last longer. ...And with the view, who wouldn’t be getting off?

    With the rhythm and angle found, Rose parted her knees wider and spurred her heels into Dave’s ass, trying to help drive him deeper, rocking her hips in time to make the sensations better for them both. Every time they connected bodily Dave was getting rubbed as well, and it was starting to drive him out of his mind. Was this what dudes felt all the time? Friction and delicious pressure and heat and the press of legs around them? The thought of it was almost as erotic as the act itself was, chest to chest and hanging on for dear life to each other as Dave worked his hips at an angle, striving to find Rose’s G spot.

    Judging from the way she suddenly tensed beneath him and cried out, he was pretty sure he found it. That or she was just that close anyway and having that little angle change was all she’d needed to hit her peak. Hard to tell, Dave was just busy giving it all he was worth till she finally shuddered and kissed at him breathlessly.

    “A-ah, fuck. Fuck. I need a breather,” she said, panting when Dave finally stopped stirring her insides around.

    “Yeah?” Dave asked, grinding down a bit, savoring the whimper he got. Fuck she was so sensitive now, the temptation to just keep going was strong… but she’d said pause. So pause it would be. Carefully he pulled back, bracing the toy as he withdrew before sitting back shakily on his knees to pant and observe his handiwork. Rose looked wiped but satisfied, reaching down to play with herself absently before chuckling.

    “Less cleanup than with you, John.”

    “Yeah, yeah, not all of us are that lucky,” he said, already wiping up from his own self realized orgasm with softly huffing breaths. “At least now there’s more proof of how messy you are on your own.”

    “Please, I was hardly alone. You’re in for a treat,” she said with a pleased sigh, stretching in place before slowly scooting away from the damp spot. Whoops. “I’ll change the sheets after. Would you like a towel, John?”

    “Yeah, that’d be good,” he said, already rummaging for lube in the side table after managing a good pot shot with his used tissue into the garbage can. “Should we put a condom on it too?”

    “Mm. Might help. Could be fun,” Rose said as she slowly got up. “Might help with the friction too.”

    “A condom?” Dave asked, surprised for a moment before remembering that a few of Rose’s toys worked better with condoms on them. The idea was kind of erotic, making his stomach warm. It only got more warm as John came and knelt down in front of him off the side of the bed, carefully opening a condom wrapper and unrolling it down over the toy while looking up towards Dave’s eyes. He smirked a bit.

    “You’re almost as big as me.”

    “We in a dick measurin’ contest now?”

    “You know it.”

    “Whip it out,” Dave said with a grin. “I wanna see.”

    Standing up, John stroked himself a few times to get the flagging erection to stiffen again before crouching a bit to get nearer to where Dave was, measuring loosely with his splayed hand.

    “See? Close but no cigar, I win.”

    “Only for this one, your song and dance’ll change when I upgrade to bigger in the future.”

    “Size queen.”

    “Says the dude who can take Asmodeus without flinchin’.”

    “You can too!”

    “...Touch é .”

    “Do my ears deceive me or are we discussing Asmodeus without me?” Rose said as she came back with a towel and draped it on the center of the bed. It appears she’d made a pitstop to her own room as well, a small vibrator in her left hand remaining where it was She blinked and looked at both John and Dave’s dicks before chuckling softly and shaking her head. “I believe in that regard I do indeed have the biggest.”

    “Biggest dick energy,” John chirped.

    “I’d pay you money to never say that again.”

    “I’ll pay you twice as much to say it all the time,” Dave countered.

    Rose tapped a finger on the tip of his dick in a steady but firm pattern, toying with the reservoir tip and making the toy nudge along Dave’s clit all over again till he groaned. “Let’s focus now, Dave. We’ve got to get John ready for his turn. It’d be rude to leave him waiting.”

    Taking his cue, John slipped his long legs up onto the mattress and stretched before getting comfortable on his back. He paused and lifted a leg curiously, miming rolling over. “Wait, should I be on my knees instead?”

    “Could Dave reach properly if you were on your knees? We don’t have a ton of cushions in here to prop you up.”

    “...Back it is.”

    Taking the lube in hand, John was about ready to douse his own fingers in it before Rose caught the bottle and took it from him, perching beside his hip.

    “Oh, no, allow us.”

    “Us?” he asked.

    “Of course us. Dave did an excellent job of getting me ready, I thought I’d pass it along and help get you ready. Dave’ll help as well.”

    “Oh,” John said as he realized, relaxing back and parting his legs a little less shyly. Rose gave him a generous dollop of lube before handing the bottle over to Dave, letting him apply some to the condom’s exterior for that extra bit of slipperiness they’d need.

    “Think I’ll be able to find your prostate easy enough?” Dave asked as Rose bit the side of John’s neck and gently started to tease him open with her right hand, sitting back on his heels. He found himself idly stroking the toy even once the lube was in place, enjoying the bit of friction it gave him. It felt good in his hand, firm and solid, just weighty enough inside his pelvis that the shifting was delicious.

    “If you can’t that thing’s a-ah ow.. Easy Rose, maybe add a bit more?” John stopped, smiling when Dave leaned forward to add another dollop for her to work into him with. When he was comfortable again with the fingers within him he sighed and let his head drop back. “If you can’t find it with that thing, then either it’s gone missing or your dick’s defective.”

    “Pretty sure it’s not defective,” Rose said. “I quite like it after all.”

    “Pardon me, our preferences don’t always overlap,” John sniffed, trying to sound snooty. “There’s a chance it might not be up to snuff for me.”

    “Please. You’ll be beggin’ for more once I start nailin’ you,” Dave said confidently, placing his hands behind his head and giving his hips a showy rocking once he sat up onto his knees to be more in view on the mattress. John whistled, though it shook and died down when Rose started moving her hand faster with crooked fingers, making him shiver in place.

    “Jesus, Rose, just like that.”

    “Think you’re about ready? You don’t need as much work as with Asmodeus for this,” she murmured near his ear, kissing it before nipping the lobe playfully.

    “Y-yeah. Yeah, I think I can take it,” John said, looking past Rose’s pale sheet of hair to look Dave up and down. “Jesus though, you’re looking like a snack like that Dave.”

    He smirked, striking another pose, then another, then flexing before kissing his own bicep near one of the moles. “Hell yeah I do, I look like an entire goddamn buffet.”

    “Will you two stop flirting before he tenses back up again,” Rose said with a smirk of her own, wiping her hand off on the towel before resting a hand across John’s chest. “I want to see the doofy face he makes when he comes.”

    “You already know what that face looks like!”

    “So? I’d like to see it again.”

    “Easy, easy,” Dave said as he scooted closer. “Okay. I think this’ll be like how it was with Rose,” he murmured to himself, bracing the toy with the back edge of the condom between his fore and middle fingers from above. “Just gotta find the right angle and-”

    “Uh. Dave, a bit lower,” John said, rising up on his heels to give an example of how far before resting downward again.

    “Oh. Right, yeah, sorry man.”

    “It’s all good,” John promised. “Just a bi- ah. There. Yeah, you’ve got it now,” he said, voice altering a bit to something lower and warmer when he could feel Dave probe properly at him.

    “This angle?” Dave confirmed, before gingerly pushing further in a few inches. When he paused, again bracing the toy as he backed out, it was with more confidence that he pushed back in. Soon enough he was working up a rhythm, every so often submerging more of the toy within John till they were flush and Dave felt confident enough to release his grasp on the dildo’s back edges. In and out, nice and easy, same as he’d done for Rose. The only difference this time was when legs came around his hips, they wrapped much further around the outside of his own body and long leg hairs tickled at the bare skin of his sides.

    They were similar in the ways that mattered though, as far as Dave was concerned with trying his best to please them as their service top du jour. Both of them made the most delicious breathy noises when they were being hammered into, they both gripped at the bedsheets with white knuckles, they both moaned and groaned like breathing when just the right angle was found inside of them and neither of them knew how to stay still. Though bigger than both he and Rose, John writhed with the best of them when Dave found his prostate, voice going high and desperate as it started to spur his second orgasm closer faster than he’d assumed it would come.

    There was just something about a new toy on a new body that really turned John’s cranks apparently.

    Soon enough John had spilled up against his own stomach, but he didn’t call it quits. Instead he curled forward to kiss Dave on the lips while he continued to energetically work against his body, panting in tandem as he was jostled by the movement. Only when the sensitivity was too much did he call it quits with a shudder, pressing on Dave’s shoulders to call him off.

    “Hoooly shit, okay. Yeah, that’s a keeper,” he decided.

    Satisfied, Dave pulled out and removed the condom from the toy to dispose of in the trash. While still standing he popped a loose squat and dislodged the toy with a sigh, standing straight on shaking legs afterwards, grinning at the pair still on the bed.

    “Dave? Come here,” Rose purred. “Your reward is waiting,” she said, holding the vibrator she’d procured up, clicking its on button on so it buzzed to life.

    Dave didn’t need to be told twice. He’d dropped the toy and was on the bed in an instant, nestling in between John and Rose to rest on his side comfortably as Rose sidled up behind him and slipped the toy between his legs on the low setting, the buzzing working directly against his sensitive folds and worked over clitoris. He arched his back and jerked in place as he adjusted, panting breaths coming back when John covered his mouth with his own, fingers tangled in his pale hair. Rose kissed along the back of his neck and worked a hand beneath him to hold him around the slender middle, bracing him back against her own warm body when he shuddered.

    He was overwhelmed. Everywhere was a mouth, a hand, touching, tasting, stroking, and through it all the toy drove him up the wall. He came once, hard, but Rose didn’t stop. Instead she turned the speed up to medium and made him whimper, not wanting to call it quits yet. Not yet. Dave could still remember legs wrapping around his body, the luxurious sensation of rocking his hips into his partner’s bodies, the tang of Rose on his tongue, the taste of John on his lips.

    The buzzing grew more intense as Rose switched it to high and jiggled the toy teasingly, making Dave lurch his hips against it needily, toes curling. So close. He could feel it coming like a storm someone sees from a ship, all around them but not there till it was right on top of the bow, shaking the hull and everything within it within an inch of their lives. Dave’s second orgasm hit like a freight train and he cried out into John’s lips before instinctively retracting his hips from the toy.

    Rose turned it off and let the toy drop, rubbing his abdomen gently as if congratulating him. John let him breathe, but swung a long arm over both the blonde’s to hug them tightly, cuddling them good and close before swinging a leg up over Dave’s body to rest a knee on Rose’s thigh.

    “I think… I think I like my dick,” Dave finally said when he could think straight.

    “Me too.”

    “I concur,” Rose said. “You made a good choice, Dave.”

    “Heh… Fuck I love you guys,” he murmured.

    “Will you love us more with a shower?” Rose asked. “As much as I enjoy the sensation of dripping with my own fluids, it does start to feel less appealing after a while.”

    “Mm, yeah, a shower would be great,” John agreed. “Last one there’s a rotten egg?”

    “I’m rotten, carry me,” Dave said dramatically, “I can’t feel my fuckin’ hips.”

    “Right. Two good eggs, one rotten one,” said John, standing up and then bending to scoop Dave up behind the knees and back. The gentle hold lasted a moment before he shifted his weight and settled Dave on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes instead, slapping his ass a few times.

    “Augh! Dick!”

    “No. Ass. Dave do you need another anatomy lesson?”

    “A nice thorough one,” Rose crooned.

    Dave had a distinctive feeling his shower wasn’t going to be that restful… and welcomed it.

[themockingcrows]

Candy Sweet

Happy Valentines Day! Wrote a quick lil bit of not sfw ficlet on my JohnDave server and wanted to share. ;3c I’ll be posting it on ao3 as well.

cw: foodplay, oral sex

Dave makes John some special chocolates and introduces him to a fun new way of eating candy.

    Chocolate. It had to be chocolate. At first glance, chocolate seems like it'd be simple to work with. Follow the directions, apply here and there into molds and blammo: chocolate in new shapes. Except no, chocolate's a bitch to work with and if you heat it too much it turns into a pile of shit visually. It took Dave two tries, fails, and frantic calls to friends to finally get the double boiler technique into practice (thank you Dirk for helping him with knowledge gleaned through watching too many valentines day weeb scenes to count).

    The fruit of his efforts before John could get home was one dozen fancy chocolates, filled with just the right consistency of caramel or berry filling, and all bearing a fairly decent pattern thanks to the mold. Shit, he even fucked around and made a box to put the stuff in. John already failed to be sneaky and admitted he had something planned for valentines day. ..That obviously meant that Dave had to up his game and surprise the dork a day early.

    Candies chilled, set to perfection and carefully placed in the box, Dave set about his other plan: cheesy overdone path to bedroom: done. The candles were ignored in favor of something a bit less "set the apartment on fire if we kick it by accident", lights skewing soft reds and pinks. Almost perfect. Damn near perfect.

    Till John got home early, at least. Motherfucker had some issues with punctuality, he was either way early or ridiculously late, there was never an in between and there was little to be done about it but be thankful that at least the chocolates were still a surprise.

    "Hey Da- uh. ...You know it's not today right?" John said, stopped by the door to toe his shoes off and chuck his bag across the room at the sofa instead of setting it down like a sensible person. "Valentine's tomorrow, your present isn't entirely ready ye-"

    "I know the date, John, it's called being fashionably early."

    "....That's not a thing."

    "Well it fuckin' is now," Dave said, leaning down to shuck his pants and step out of them before kicking the denim to the side. "You want the fashionably early present, or do you want me to wait and be actually punctual for this? I can just as easy put my pants back on and wait, man, you're the one who doesn't want early presents, not me. Not like I went outta my way to do this early so I could surprise you or anything and make a special moment for you so your thing'd have its own stage time." And so his could be first, whoops.

    "No!" John said suddenly, rushing across the room. "No, no, pants can stay off, I'm interested! Who doesn't like early presents!" He reached out to grab Dave around the hips but paused, fingers wiggling. "Er. You're part of the gift, right? I just noticed there's no bow."

    "Boxers are still on, who's to say there's not a bow on my cock."

    "Is there?"

    "You got home early, what do you think about cock bow possibilities."

    "...Okay, I'll accept less decorative dick. Are you part of the present though?"

    Dave stepped back from the wiggling fingers and gestured in further to the pink toned room. "How about you strip down and I'll show you?"

    Who was John to argue? That kind of a statement usually implied great shit would be following, and when Dave was involved John knew better than to ignore the opportunity. (Seriously, he'd ignored the opportunity a few times and it'd resulted in Dave waking him up at 3am to deliver the gift he'd straight up accidentally ignored, signals are hard to pick up on sometimes, okay?)

    Off went the pants, off went the shirt, and with Dave's help and a few hungry kisses off went the underwear as well before he went and took a cozy seat at the head of the bed, already eager and half hard. Oh boy, what could it be? He hoped it wasn't too similar to what he had planned, but at the same time...

    "...Chocolate?" John said when Dave pulled out the box and opened the lid with a grin from the side of the bed, making a show of bowing with it for presentation's sake. "Is uh. ...Dave why do I need to be naked for chocolate. I'm pretty sure I can eat those with my pants on. ...Unless there's peanut in it I guess, that'd probably make some microdifference for the epi-pen."

    "All of these ones are for you," Dave said, gesturing to 3/4 of them with a fingertip. "These ones though, are for both of us."

    "...You're not answering the no pants question yet, Dave."

    Rolling his eyes and mumbling something about romance being dead, Dave set the box aside, dropped his final layer, and picked up a chocolate between his fingertips before moving to straddle John's thighs.

    "I made these myself you know. They're tempered just right.. which means they melt pretty easy if you're not careful. I used high quality stuff, even made the filling," he said, tracing the chocolate in a gentle line from John's nose, over his lips, and down his throat before it started to melt. He used it almost like a crayon, drawing widening lines of chocolate till the berry filling leaked out as well in an arc towards his chest. "So like I said. The others are all yours. But these ones are for sharin'," Dave said as he carefully licked the stripe from John's neck and slipped his fingers into his boyfriend's mouth so he could get the rest of the chocolate and the spreading sweetness at the same time Dave's tongue cleaned the messy path it'd made as thoroughly as possible.

    Oh. ...Oh, okay, John hadn't anticipated THIS kind of present. He could feel his dick twitch against Dave's stomach while he leaned and roved his tongue around, pausing here and there to suckle and bite, no doubt leaving marks more lasting than the chocolate had been. The fingers in his mouth were sweet over top the familiar taste of Dave, and his own reached down to grasp either side of the blonde's ass to hold him closer, keep him from pulling away.

    Till he pulled his fingers loose to grab another chocolate at least, and showed interest in going further down with it. With a fond farewell squeeze, John released Dave and watched with rapt attention as he repeated the same process down his stomach, down his abdomen, and... to his inner thigh instead of his dick. It made his blue eyes twitch a bit, so close yet so far before he accepted the messy fingers between his lips again, Dave staring up from beneath his bangs with heavy lidded eyes. He could feel the smirk again his skin, smug, knowing just how much he was denying John but not giving anything a second faster than he wanted to.

    The third piece of candy brought Dave back up to John's chest, over either nipple.

    "Dave I'm dying, come on, you can't just tease me like that! It's. It's right there!!" he complained, surprised at how frantic he felt. Maybe it was the leading touch and then the licking that was doing it? He'd been teased plenty of times and it hadn't felt quite like this before, never been quite this methodical and maddening. "It's gonna turn blue and break off," John whined, complaints only stopping when fingers were once again worked into his mouth.

    "You and your smurf dick can hold out for another few minutes while I enjoy my dessert, makin' this shit took all day," Dave drawled, biting a peaked nipple gentle with his teeth and tugging.  Who was he kidding, his own dick was aching like crazy, but he didn't want to touch it yet. After all, there'd still be eight more candies by the time he was done with John. Who knew where the night might lead?

    John's whines were cute, puppy dog eyes in full activation behind his glasses any time Dave looked up, frantic and hopeful when he pulled his fingers free to grasp the last chocolate he'd allotted himself. The trail ran along his inner thigh once more, Dave's tongue right behind it as he hummed and cleaned the sticky treat up on the fly, before finally, finally there was relief. John's whine turned to a throaty moan when he finally felt the press of candy on his dick... only to return to the whine when he didn't feel Dave's tongue right afterwards.

    "Dave! Dave, come on, it's. It's sticky when you just leave it like that!"

    "Yeah, it's candy."

    "It's gross!"

    "For a minute, chill out," Dave said lazily, tracing till he was halfway done before putting the remaining candy in his mouth and stuffing his fingers back into John's mouth before dropping down onto the head of John's dick.

    He was thorough, for all the whines and shuffles that John had him working to keep up through. The candy had dissolved and disappeared, the mess had been cleaned up thoroughly already, and now all that was left was the heavy heat of cock in Dave's mouth, the faint hint of salt from pre-come and the sweet aftertaste of chocolate and berries as he bobbed his head. John's hands rose to withdraw Dave's fingers, guiding his hands to his hips instead before his own hands went to stroke at the faintly curled strands of blonde hair, trying not to buck up into his mouth as he worked.

    All good things must come to an end, however. For all the lead up Dave had secured and how eager John was surprised to find himself under the loving onslaught of candy and mouth (and by now the sight of Dave's skinny hips moving as he rutted against John's legs and the air beneath him out of the need to find some friction to work himself against), John could only hold out so long. Though he tried to warn Dave, maybe have him pull up for a kiss or the sexy option of painting his face a bit and making a frosting joke, his boyfriend stayed determinedly in place and sunk even lower. When John stiffened all he had to do was hurriedly swallow to keep up, the bobbing of his head slowing  till he pulled away with a few final licks. The taste of candy was gone, but it still felt just as well.

    Flush faced and lively still, John waited about ten seconds for Dave to catch his breath before he shot up and rolled him, catching his wrists and drawing them up over his head as he straddled his waist.

    "So. The other candies are mine, right?"

    "All yours."