#but it also means they go through ink really fast

[the-east-art]

The tango Maureen Sora

[gublernatural]

!smut, mdni!

thinking about spencer reid who has had a crush on the pretty BAU agent at the desk across from him ever since she started. she has been so swamped with work and paperwork and life recently and spencer notices the small changes in her behaviors because he notices every little thing about her. he sees the tighter grip she holds on her pens, making the ink bleed through the paper just slightly. he notices the way she starts to slam her coffee cup on the desk as opposed to gently sitting it down. he notices the heavy uptick of the amount of cups she’s having.

and it’s worse when they’re given a case. naturally, since they get along so well and since they’re probably the two smartest people in the world, hotch pairs spencer and his crush up throughout their time in phoenix, arizona. spencer sees the way she’s always cracking her knuckles and rubbing at the small of her back. he hear the tone in which she talks to the officers.

so, when they’ve finally caught their unsub just 6 days later, spencer makes sure to pick up her case files before she can even make it from her hotel room. he tucks them neatly under him as he sits down on the jet, carefully hiding them from her. he holds them hostage, knowing if she doesn’t see them, she won’t worry about them. out of sight, out of mind, as they say. she falls asleep quickly in the seat across from spencer. he can’t help but ogle at her beautiful sleeping form, knowing she really needs the rest.

and, once they returned to the musty bullpen that belongs to the BAU, spencer stays with her. he watches as she starts the paperwork he’d sneakily put on her desk, not letting her catch on to the fact that he’d taken it. he tries his best to focus on his own work, but the way she keeps groaning as she rolls her head back has him completely distracted. he’s barely three pages in when hotch emerges from his office, bidding both of them a goodbye and complimenting their work on the case

that just leaves spencer and the pretty agent across from him in the space.

time moves slower now, spencer thinks, which makes it even more agonizing to listen to her try to work out her over-exhausted muscles by herself. he can’t help himself as he breaks the comfortable silence that had been established.

“hey, y/n,” he inquires, knowing she probably doesn’t want to be disturbed right now. his suspicions prove to be true when she doesn’t look up, letting out a less than enthusiastic “hm?���.

“do you know the benefits of getting a massage?” this piques her interest, wondering where spencer was going to take this. sure, the recent stress in her life had her muscles aching at every hour of the day, but she didn’t think anyone had picked up on it. “i know the basics, spence.” she giggles, finally looking over at him.

he can’t dwell on the fact that this is the first time she’s smiled in about two weeks because his brain starts moving too fast for his mouth to keep up, “yeah, most people know they helps with muscle aches but they actually have a lot of benefits. massages help improve circulation and joint mobility. there’s also research that connects them to cosmetic effects, like improved and more even skin tones.”

he doesn’t expect her to still be paying attention to him, but he’s pleasantly surprised at the small smile spreading across her face. “hm, that sounds amazing. if only i wasn’t trapped here doing paperwork at almost three in the morning.” she answers sarcastically, turning back to her work. “i could give you a massage.” spencer stumbles out.

her cheeks start to heat up as she makes eye contact with him, wondering where he would take this. “i mean,” he backtracks, “i’ve read books on how to do shoulder and back massages. my eidetic memory means i could probably do an almost perfect one, if you’re interested. i’ve noticed the way you’ve been struggling with muscle aches.”

her face feels like it’s on fire with the way he’s making her blush. “um, sure, spencer, if you don’t mind.” she stutters and stumbles as she tries to accept his offer. he excitedly pushes himself of his hair, pulling up a closer one behind her.

his large hands start to knead at the knots at the base of her neck. he can feel the tension she’s built up over the past couple of weeks and tries to recall the techniques he’d read about so long ago.

this quickly becomes a challenging feat, as he moves his hands along the expanse of her back. she lets out light moans when he massages a particularly tight part of her muscle. the moans and grunts she’s making are going right to spencer’s cock. he’s so glad he’s behind her, because the tent in his pants continues to grow as he reaches the base of her back, where most of her pain had been.

her light moans have now increased in volume, and spencer is sure he should stop. he was not expecting to have this reaction from her, or react this way to her. his mind is cloudy and beginning to fill with filthy images that match the sounds she’s making now.

and god, he should stop. he knows he should pull his hands away from her, especially as he feels his stomach tighten and his dick throb in his pants. but he can’t. he needs to reach his release so bad, so he presses his fingers harder into her back, listening to the joyful sounds she’s letting out.

he doesn’t pull his hands away until he finally cums in his pants, too embarrassed to keep going. “thank you, spence. i feel a lot better. a lot less tense now.” she thanks him as he turns away from her, pushing in the chair he’d pulled over. he makes a few exclamations, saying it was no problem at all, before dashing off to the bathroom to try and get himself cleaned up.

[loverofpiggies]

You posted two new parts?!

How can you post like every day?!

Impressive o o✨

Hey! I got a couple things workin for me that makes it possible at this time. Mostly, when I started working on the comic it was part of a slow period for my work. I'm a full time convention artist, and sometimes that means I can have like a month without travel, and sometimes it means I'm working nonstop for three weeks.

Another thing, is I'm a very fast artist, I don't erase much, and all my comics are done in pencil:

Pages take anywhere from 15 minutes to an hourish to draw, and since I don't have to ink them and just adjust them in my art program, that saves a LOT of time.

Here's another example:

I also reuse backgrounds a LOT. Most of chapter two involved two new background designs, along with the table and chairs. So that also saves a ton of time too!

Pages that already have backgrounds designed, can usually take about 40ish minutes to an hour to adjust the lineart, color, and do the text.

Since it was my slow period I wasn't really doing anything else at the time, so I'd get up and essentially go "well... what else am I doing today?" and I'd sit down and work on it.

Also because drawing pages are so fast for me, I'm halfway through drawing chapter 4, so there's at least lots of pages I can color when I get downtime.

I know also this is definitely hyper fixation territory, so I need to rework myself so I'm not ignoring the outside world. I just missed making comics so much ;_;

[loolilyumm]

I am screaming. Sobbing. Girlboss and fail-wife is my favorite dynamic. The way you draw is so pretty and your colors are so good plus people who draw 3 with sanitization scars are literally so cool I mean look at acht, there’s canonical examples of it. But literally going aaaa rn because I love your ocs.

We got Reese and Margot, how about 4 and 8?

OMG AHH IM SO SOSOSO HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM..AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASKS I LOVE ANSWERING THEM!! 🫶🫶🫶

I want to yap about my agents in separate posts so this one will be all about 8!

THIS IS OLIVE! She became agent 8 in the deepsea metro and has been a super active agent in the NSS ever since! They are like family to her - she lived with Pearl and Marina for almost 3 years before moving in with Reese! (Captain/Agent 3)

She was 14 during splatoon 1, and 16 during the events of octo expansion. Now in splat 3 she is 19!

She mains the dark tetra dualies but can use any weapon. She's super fast and agile so she likes weapons that work well with her speed.

She was an elite solider in the octoling army - she had just become one before she was ambushed by Cuttlefish and agent 3 (Reese) and they all fell into the metro.

None of them ended up falling in the same area of the metro, and Olive ended up being found by Tartar’s sanitized octolings and taken to the sanitation chambers to have her memory erased.

Side tangent - I have a specific idea in mind about how octolings are sanitized. If you want to watch this video, it explains it really well - https://youtu.be/zu4czvg5ClI?si=wFz1lABgkv7hz8Wk

But TLDR, there are 2 stages of sanitization. Stage one includes being wiped of all memories. The subject then has to go through a series of tests and trials before Tartar decides what to do with them based on how well they did. Then they get either blended or brainwashed into oblivion! 😆😆 woohoo yay! J think based on the side order diaries it kind of confirmed that 8 went through that first process…it just never said how so I made that part up. Lol

ANYWAY..!!! At the same time Olive is taken, Reese wakes up and begins searching for captain Cuttlefish. He doesn’t find him, but you know what he does find??!!?!?

WHOAAA WOWWW HE FINDS OLIVE

He’s like holy cow..! That’s the girl that was just attacking me…😦 and he’s like ahhh! I gotta help her!

But by the time the two of them make it out, he realizes that it’s too late. Her memory was completely wiped. The sanitization doesn’t leave any physical effects on her except for her eyes - they turned turquoise. The same color as the sanitized ink.

The two of them needed to find a way to find cuttlefish and get out of this creepy place, so they kept moving. Pretty soon they made their way into a train station and found cuttlefish waiting for them there!! And there was also a weird telephone that told Olive she was the newest test subject - and that passing all these trials was the key to getting her memories back and getting to the “promised land.”

Reese just went along with it because he assumed that was what octolings called the surface. He wanted to be a test subject too so he could help Olive, but the phone rejected him. No inklings allowed!

She was forced to go through hundreds of rigorous tests. She wanted more than anything to get back her memories and reach paradise. As she regained more memories, she realizes how different her old life was from the kindness these inklings were showing her now (and the two people on the radio called Pearl and Marina!). It just propels her toward finishing the tests, pushing herself to her limit, doing it not just for herself but for all of them.

She forms a really deep bond with these inklings. Cuttlefish is like a grandfather to her. Reese makes her heart flutter in ways she doesn’t even understand.

As the tests go on, she regains muscle memories from her days as an elite solider. She’s good at fighting. Really good. But these tests are really hard. 8 knows she can do it, but they’re really, really hard. And all these bad memories aren’t helping.

Through blood, sweat, and tears, Olive finally collects the 4 thangs and they can finally go to the surface! She is so proud of herself and feels on top of the world. Cuttlefish and Olive take the thangs to the telephone and wait for Reese, who’s out exploring the metro (one of the things he does to take up time and secure their safety). But the telephone is telling them they gotta go NOW and they can’t wait for Reese!

Cuttlefish and Olive say nope, nope, not happening. So they are forced into the blender and AHH!! OH NO VERY BAD!! EVERYONE FLIPS OUT AND…!!!

Reese appears and THROWS HIMSELF at the blender. Surprisingly, it works. The three of them leave the telephone and super jump through the hole Reese made in the ceiling. They’re going to get to the surface themselves.

Somewhere around the 4th phase, they are ambushed by a group of sanitized octolings. Olive gets separated from Reese and Cuttlefish. She is forced to keep moving and hope that they have made it to the elevator before her.

They have, but not in the way she thought! When she sees Reese’s partial sanitation, she doesn’t want to hurt him and holds back, resulting in herself getting injured very badly. She realizes this isn’t the friend she knows, and manages to defeat three and rescue him from brainwashing.

Soon after that she also saves the whole world and defeats Tartar. PERRIOODDD!! #slaythehousedown #girlboss

Reese and Olive got into a relationship soon after the events of octo expansion. They help each other through all the trauma of what happened down there and are the bestest friends and love each other so so much! Yay!!

And Olive got a new family that she loves so so much. YAYYY!!

AS OF SPLATOON 3…EBERYONE IS DOING AMAZING!! YAY!! Agent 4 is Olive’s new bestie. Margot (New agent 3) is like the little sister she never had. She and Reese have moved in together. She still does regular missions for the NSS and treats it as a full time job. She’s so proud of Reese for becoming captain. She couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.

I still haven’t decided what really goes down during the events of side order - I didn’t love that it was all a simulation, so idk how I’d write around that. I’ll figure it out! But for now, Let’s just say it’s not very fun for Olive.

BUTTTTT after the events of side order, she regains all of her lost memories (she left a few behind in Kamabo) and rediscovers herself.

HOLY CANNOLI I wrote a lot. I think about Olive so much and I hope you guys love her as much as I do.

If you guys have any questions about them whatsoever, please PLEASE feel free to send over an ask! I love answering them!!

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR…I love u. Mwah!

[kinicheous]

cherry | xiao

it doesn't happen often, but sometimes you catch your boyfriend bolder than usual. this time, it's kind of your fault.

genres/notes: fluff, xiao is down bad, reader wears lip gloss (let me know if something is missing!)

xiao is staring. he’s definitely staring. you don’t even have to look up from your book, because you can feel how he’s staring the hell out of you, and archons is it making you nervous.

“you know,” you clear your throat, “if there’s something you want to tell me, just say it.”

you hear a quiet gasp, one that makes you feel a hint of victory. it’s short-lived though; xiao is quick to recover from being caught as he just hums from the other side of the table, propping an elbow on its surface, resting his chin in his palm. “nothing special. go ahead. keep reading.”

you, only half-heartedly, shoot him a glare from above your book, but regret it just as fast upon seeing how intently he’s actually looking at you. you quickly look down again, down at the inked words you hardly can focus on. “well, i’m trying, but it’s kind of hard when you’re staring holes through me.”

“even when your book is upside down?”

perhaps that’s one of the reasons you can’t focus.

nonetheless, you hurry to shift the book to its rightful position and return to the story with a groan of mild frustration, as if nothing just happened. 

something is off. he’s being different. he’s xiao but at the same time not, but it’s still him because he’s still as unpredictable as ever, in that one way only he is—you just cannot for dear life figure out what it’s about this time.

xiao knows though, he knows perfectly fine. he knew from the very beginning, as soon as he entered the kitchen just earlier this morning. he’d found himself oddly intrigued by the unfailiar tint on your lips; a gloss so subtle, but shimmering in a way that complemented its shape, your features and every inch of skin oh so perfectly. a new product you’d purchased somewhere? a gift from someone? hopefully not, he’d prayed, but at the same time it didn’t particularly matter where it came from. he did like to think you put it on for him — not that he would ever confess that — but was equally fine with knowing it’s probably for yourself. either way, it looks good on you. too good. was he always like this?

he never commented on it (still hasn’t, frankly), and had opted to simply take his seat by the kitchen table despite only having half a mind on the breakfast. the other half has been on your lip gloss ever since.

xiao wants to know what it feels like, what it would feel like on his thumb. he also wants to know if it has a certain flavor. at the same time though, he doesn’t want that, partially because it would mean wiping it off and partially because wiping it off felt nothing short of impolite. so he remains in his seat, admiring it instead.

you’re, on the other hand, starting to get impatient. sure, he doesn’t always speak his mind, but at this point it feels like he’s just messing with you. aware that you probably won’t get anywhere like this, you soon let out another groan, this one rather tired. you shut your book and slide it a bit further away, and his attention falters a bit as he both confusedly and curiously watches you slam your palms on the table to stand up.

“okay,” you puff out, trying to keep the eye contact as firm as you possibly can. it’s a bit hard, but by the end of the day it’s still just your lover. “something is up and i want to know what it is.”

the lover in question blinks at you a few times, actually a bit surprised. yet he can’t help but find the temper of a child you carry a bit amusing. he doesn’t take too long to collect himself and upon seeing the chance while it’s there, he finally moves just to mimic your posture.

across the table, xiao reaches out to hold your cheek in his palm. bold isn’t a word you frequently use to describe him, so it’s safe to say you’re surprised when he suddenly leans in, lips meeting before you can really process it. the way his move against your own isn’t as daring as the entire process itself, but there’s a humble tinge that one has to kiss countless of times to tell its eagerness and with the half-lidded eyes never diverting from you, you’re grateful the table is there to support you figure.

at last parting, there’s a faint red on his cheeks, but xiao isn’t as stunned as you are. he glances down at your lips, unable to stop himself from dragging his thumb across the corner where a bit of the gloss had smudged. he lightly smacks his own, and you soon hear him hum again, like he’s trying to figure something out.

“is that cherry?”

“y-yeah…”

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Curious Sight

What is this?! Two Drabbles?! @spotaus It is more likely than you think.

Mostly because i was REAL impressed you guys managed to keep it equal. like how? Also because i really wanted to do both so here you go! both!

This one is a lot shorter though hihi

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Just his luck.

Why did he have to have a favourite pie in a whole other universe?

The Toriel looks very apologetic “I am very sorry. They just sold out very quickly this time. I will have new ones tomorrow morning!”

Blue smiles as he pushes down the disappointment “It is okay! I can always try again later.”

Toriel smiles before motioning towards the other goods she has for sale “Anything else? The cupcakes are amazing today.” she smiles.

Blue shakes his skull “No that is alright. Thank you so much for checking!” he waves and leaves the small bakery.

He sighs as he stands outside.

Damnit.

His luck sucks today. He had hoped he could cheer himself up with some nice pie but it seems like they are out after all. Ugh. Then again, maybe it is his own fault for liking things outside his own universe so much.

Blue looks from side to side. Maybe he can look around a bit? See if there is another bakery. He doubts it because the town, and well this very universe, is very small and he hadn’t seen it when he visited this place with the Stars all that time ago.

But well. He doesn’t really have anything planned today.

He looks left and right and decides to go right for now. He wanders down the street and waves at people along the way.

Okay. So he can’t get the cherry hazelnut pie he wanted. Which is a shame. But he can do something else to cheer him up!

It had just been rough in his underground. Alphys had been very distrusting of the human this time around and it had been exhausting to get her to at least try to get to know them. That is not even the multiverse mess.

At least people don’t demand his help at every turn anymore. Sure he loves helping others but before it got so bad. Back when Dream was still doing the positive guardian thing. People had also demanded help of Blue. And Blue loves to help! But there had been the fear that if he said no it would reflect badly on Dream and Ink.

There is a reason he hardly travelled the multiverse alone before. It was just easier to give himself rest that way.

But now with Dream officially having a new god goal and Ink still being MIA it means people stopped bothering Blue all the time!

Blue tries to ignore the hurt that thinking about Ink brings. He had done so much to help Ink and had thought they had been friends! That Blue meant something to the other! Apparently not. Seeing as Ink hasn’t even shown his face anywhere yet, aside from meetings but Blue doesn’t really count that. They don’t even hang out afterwards. Ink just leaves again.

Blue shakes his skull and keeps walking. It is fine. Ink is also a god and probably busy with god stuff. Reaper was going to talk with Error and Ink about their godhood after all. Ink is probably just busy.

Blue just… he hopes Ink didn’t just… forget him…

Blue shakes his skull and pats his own cheeks twice. Come on Blue! Snap out of it! You got this! No need to dwell on the negatives. Especially if you don’t know what Ink’s reason is! There is no reason to worry or feel sad about things you don’t even know yet!

Blue sighs as he grabs his phone. His phalange hovering over Dream’s icon. No. Dream is dealing with enough. And asking him to track down Ink just so Blue can ask him why he doesn’t want to hang out anymore is just… a lot.

Blue scrolls through his contacts and pauses when he sees Red’s name. Huh. It has been a while since he hang out with Red. Maybe the two of them can go to some motorcross universe and drive a set of bikes around? Just go fast and have fun with a friend? He taps a message and sends it.

Blue grins at his phone as he waits. Oh this is going to be great. Just him and a friend having fun and talking about motorcycles!

A ping and Blue grins before it falls. Red says he can’t at the moment. Bad run going on in his universe and that his brother is very stressed. Apparently the last reset had gone very badly and Red had died and apparently Edge had gotten somekind of memory or dream about it and is hovering a lot more than usual.

Blue sighs but types back that he gets it and if he needs help just to let him know. Red answers with a thumbs up and a thanks.

Blue sighs and just looks up. Huh. He recognises these streets but can’t quite remember where from. Maybe all these areas just look alike? Blue shrugs and looks back at his phone.

Maybe he can ask Sans, or whatever everyone decides to call him. Sans is a bit… strange. No one is quite sure why, Sans least of all. It is just weird how everyone just decided that no nickname really fit him. They tried Comic and Classic. But in the end everyone just ends up referring to him with Sans.

Which is weird as fuck with all of them originally being Sans. Yet Sans is the most Sans.

It is hard to explain.

He finds the number and grins as he is typing a message.

A moment later he answers that he is down to hang out.

Blue grins as he starts typing, not really paying attention to where he is going. He texts his friend about maybe going to Outertale to just hang out at the café. Or even to try and find a new universe.

Sans says he is down and asks if he wants to meet wherever he is now to travel together or to meet at Outertale and search for each other there.

Blue thinks and is about to type for Sans to come to him as he looks up for a reference for Sans to teleport to. Only to freeze.

That is the Cuddly Cat.

More importantly.

That is the back of Killer’s jacket leaving around the side of the building.

Blue doesn’t even answer the text as he runs towards the other road.

He gets there just in time to see the portal melt shut. Blue searches for the right app on his phone and holds it near the slowly fully closing rift. Praying he was fast enough to manage and get there in time.

It takes a moment and the signal the app is picking up disappears. But it is still loading and Blue stares at the program as it slowly slowly loads.

Then it pops up with coordinates to an universe!

Blue stares in shock before seeing another message of Sans appear at the top. He quickly texts him that he is very sorry but that he just spotted the gang out and about.

Sans’s reply is mostly confused. Asking why it matters as Sans thought that was all already solved? So why try and track their movement?

Blue is thorn. Does he share that Dream doesn’t actually know if Nightmare is dead? That Dream is actually looking for Nightmare?

Blue ends up typing that Dream still wants to personally apologise for the gang and Sans says he gets it and just let him know when he got time to hang.

Blue sighs as he opens the right chat window and starts to type. But then removes the message as he tries to type one again.

Over and over as he struggles over what to exactly say before he settles on a message.

“I saw the gang. I know to which universe they went. We got a lead if you want to check it out?”

And he waits.

His phone pings.

“Please.”

Seems like he got plans after all.

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[itsabouttimex2]

Can you do escape attempt headcanons with the bullfam?? I’ve been reading your headcanons lately n they’re literally so good 😭😭!!

Bullfam

Escape Attempt Headcanons

Out of this powerful trio, I think Red Son would notice the soonest that you’ve gone out of bounds. With how likely it is that you’re wearing a collar (of his own design) with the sigil of the Bull Clan emblazoned on it, it’s very probable that he has a tracking device on you. Even if you don’t have a collar, there’s always bracelets, phones, shoes… plenty of places to snap an unassuming tracker.

So if you somehow do manage to escape, your foray back into the familiar streets of Megapolis is bound to be cut short in record time.

Red corners you as by sharply rounding the curve of an alleyway, slamming into you hard. As you stumble and fall, the prince snatches a wrist or leg (whatever’s easier) and pulls until he’s dragged you roughly across half the concrete-paved block. After your whimpers and begging turn to pained screams, the half-taurine demon blazes up a runic portal and tosses you in.

Jumping in mere seconds after, Red Son surveys the scene before that unfurls before him.

You lay curled up on the plush purple carpet sobbing into your hand as blood oozes slowly down the road rash torn across your back.

As it always does, a cold regret seeps slowly through his veins at the sight of your suffering.

Red Son hasn’t come to realize something very important to him yet- he hates hurting you.

The prince explodes in a fit of fiery wrath, lashes out, hurts you- then stews in remorse and self-anger. An uncontrollable and ever-raging wildfire that torches even that which is dearest to him.

This is the part of himself he hates the most.

The part he can’t stop from hurting you.

Damage control is the most he can manage after these little fits.

“…come on, Y/N. I’ll get the bandages.”

Oh, boy. Absolutely not. I mean, you can try. Really, feel free. Go for it.

What’s a few broken bones or bloody gashes in return for a brief glance of sunlight? For a singular breath of fresh air?

Okay, so the Demon Bull King isn’t exactly itching to hurt you. You wouldn’t be locked up inside his foundry like a fragile antique if he just wanted to grind you into a bloody smear on the concrete (that’s his son’s job) or pop you like a swollen tick. If he’s got you bolted into a nice little guest room with a Bull Clone, it because this big lumbering warlord actually and honestly cares about you.

Probably, the king sees you as a sort of “youngest child” naive and soft and so very malleable.

So the aspect of “protecting what is his” applies very strongly as the taurine demon catches sight of you fleeing, mild yellow eyes narrowing into glowing pools of fury.

This man is fast- we’ve seen it in canon. Also, his “on all fours” run?? Seeing that coming right at you, clearing miles in literal seconds??

You give up, hit the ground, and go still- if only because you’re entirely unsure of whether or not he’d actually be willing to actual physical contact at such high speeds and atomize the lower half of your body.

Instead, you allow him to corner your cowering form, not struggling as two clawed fingers pluck you off the ground. He’s too angry to even speak- and instead just fold his powerful claws around you, and the begins to stomp home.

You’ve earned yourself a custom-made metal shackle, to be worn through all through the day and night, paired with reduced rations and limited access to water.

But at least he hasn’t harmed you.

Yeah, okay. From everything we’ve seen, Princess Iron Fan is basically… unflappable and unstoppable? I can’t actually remember her directly losing a fight outside of the Sworn Brotherhood when they had the ink scroll. She’s powerful, intelligent, patient… I can’t imagine many ways to truly “get one over on her”.

An enchantment on your nape that prevents travel past a certain area. A magical tracking device planted under your skin. Cursed jewelry that tightens when you disobey. Mystical statues with strange eyes that track your every movement and spring to life when you make for the door.

It’s not happening.

You can try- Iron Fan doesn’t intervene with your escape attempts. You’re bound to fail one way or the other. Why should she waste her energy when your efforts are worthless to begin with?

At least watching your desperate struggles and harebrained schemes puts her in good mood- there’s something about your frustrated tears that she finds all too cute.

[tiktowafel]

hi and hello i'm back from the dead here are some 1b quirk headcanons (that may or may not contradict canon but i'm too lazy to check everything)

Kuroiro

dad had a very limited phasing quirk, mom had an ink quirk. neither had #000000 skin that part kinda came out of nowhere

despite obviously being connected to his ability it's just a mutation that appeared along with it and isn't required for the quirk to be usable -what i mean by this is that Monoma's skin doesn't turn black when he copies it

it's. a really confusing quirk mechanics wise. Kuroiro himself isn't exactly sure how it works, it just does and thinking about it too hard makes his head hurt lol

he can merge into dark surfaces. doing so doesn't increase the weight of the object he's merged into. it's like he straight up disappears.

when he fully submerges himself in a shadow, he finds himself in kind of a black void in which he can move freely (without using his muscles, i think. just zooms around somehow...) and which he can leave whenever he wants through the same surface he used to enter or another one connected to it. is it some sort of super limited alternate dimension that he can enter through shadows?? PERHAPS

since he doesn't lose his clothes when he uses his quirk, he has to be able to bring objects into the darkness with him. i imagine he can do it with all things that aren't living (them being black is not necessary because it seems to work with white shoes and bracelets) and as long as they're touching him - if he lets go of an object while in a shadow, it will just fall out. therefore his quirk can be used for transporting things, but not for storing them.

you can also explain him not losing his clothes by them being mirio style dna fabric but that's the more boring option so screw that

when jumping out of a shadow, his speed matches that at which he was moving inside of it. i think it would be cool if he could build up speed while moving through a shadow and then just SHOOT out of it and kick someone real hard

Pony

Pony actually has "two quirks" - the one that gives her horns and the ability to shoot them (inherited from her dad) and the one that gives her the appearance of a horse/pony (inherited from her mom). it's registered as "horn cannon" for the same reason why Tokoyami's quirk isn't "raven" and Mina's isn't "pink alien thing" - it's a passive mutation quirk so it gets "overwritten" by horn cannon, which is more "active" - does this make sense?

thanks to her secondary quirk Pony is much stronger than the average person and can run really fast when on all fours. she can also neigh like a horse, digest celulose a bit better than average and sleep while standing. it's... not much besides that

Pony's horn cannon quirk requires keratin to function, because it's what her horns are made of. regrowing her horns too many times causes her to suffer from keratin deficiency, worsening the condition of her hair, skin, nails and hooves

most telekinetic quirks cause headaches when overused, but Pony's ability to control her horns is very minor so that drawback doesn't really affect her

Kendo

her quirk is a mix of her parents quirks - her mom can extend her fingers and her dad has superhuman strength in his arms

enlarging her hands increases their weight a lot, but Kendo's abilities don't suffer from that because her back and arms are naturally extremely strong as an adaptation to her quirk (she can beat everyone in the class at quirkless hand wrestling - it's highkey unfair, but she can)

however, she still sometimes ends up with lower back pains if she uses her quirk too much

Setsuna

her dad does have a lizard quirk (that actually gives him a tail that he's able to detach and regenerate), but her mom's quirk is actually more similar to Setsuna's. it basically lets her detach and re-attach parts of her body along predetermined lines, and lacks the regenerative abilities

her quirk makes her basically indestructible because it lets her regenerate any destroyed or injured body part, plus she seemingly doesn't even need any of her organs to be connected to each other. her only weak point is her head, attacking it is the only way to knock her out (or kill her)

her head/brain is also her "core" - she can only regenerate body parts that are connected to her brain. i'll use the final exams as an example - if she managed to get her whole head outside the gate, she would be able to regenerate her whole body around it and pass (she would probably pass out from exhaustion, but still). however if she only got some other body part, like one of her arms outside the gate she wouldn't be able to do that because the arm isn't connected to the brain. hope you get what i mean lol

in-universe, her quirk probably isn't censored with black, so i'm guessing it looks quite gory and tends to freak people out when they see it for the first time. an upside to this is that thanks to having to deal with the sight of it on a daily basis, no one in class 1-B has to worry about the shock of first seeing gruesome injuries during hero work. they're all desensitized through safe means👍

a drawback that is shared by most regeneration quirks is that due to the rapid cell division that occurs when regenerating body parts, she is at a high risk of developing cancer. however that's far less troublesome than it sounds, as she can always just painlessly detach the cancerous part and grow a new healthy one. doctors hate this one weird trick or something

as you can probably tell from my art, i really like the headcanon that her skin looks kinda patchwork-y because her regenerated pieces are never exactly the same as the original body parts

due to those imperfections, she's extra careful about her brain pieces bc it's such a complicated organ that the tiniest change in its structure can seriously mess things up. like cause memory loss or personality changes, setsuna finds that terrifying and honestly who wouldn't!!

Tsuburaba

another 50/50 mix - his mom can create colorful smoke/mist with her breath and his dad can produce a glass-like liquid from his skin and solidify it at will

i gotta admit that i'm not sure what the "solid air" actually should be. if it was actual solid air, it would be incredibly cold, unless there's some pressure fuckery happening here. and since i kind of don't understand that hypothetical pressure fuckery i generally prefer to think that it's some different substance that's a solid in normal conditions and was just named "solid air" because the way it's created makes it seem like it.

while the amount of solid air he can create does depend on his lung capacity, the quirk itself doesn't give him any extra amount of it. in other words he has the lungs of a regular athletic teenage boy, nothing special

his actual "quirk factor" is his throat, using his quirk too much first dries it up, then proceeds to damage its walls, which can result in him not being able to use his quirk for a while. throat damage due to external factors does the same thing

he can make the stuctures created with his quirk disappear at will. it's not required, but he likes to snap his fingers when doing so. makes it look cooler.

he's only ever been shown to create stationary structures, but i like to think that he can also make mobile ones (in other words i think he should be able to make solid air weapons and tools because that's cool)

Tetsutetsu

exact copy of his mom's quirk. gotta go with the joke

along with the temperature resistance, inability to regulate his hardness and dependence on iron consumption, another difference between his quirk and Kirishima's is that turning into steel also significantly increases his weight, which allows him to hit harder at the cost of slowing him down a little

the wiki says that it was never clarified what "iron consumption" means, so it's up to me to decide - i think they meant that he needs to eat food that contains iron, judging by the fact that the (stereotypically!) rich in iron spinach is his favorite food. i don't think he eats the actual metal, lol

even when his quirk is off, his hair is slightly affected by it at all times, which makes it resemble thin metal wires. he styles it by bending it with his hands

Reiko

since it's an extremely basic quirk, i think she also directly inherited it from one of her parents i don't have concepts for them so idk which one oof

she can only use her quirk on entire objects, not parts of them

while she doesn't have to always keep the objects she's manipulating in her field of view, she has to see them in order to "pick them up" in the first place

i believe that the "can only lift things that weigh less than an average person" limitation she has in canon is supposed to explain why she doesn't just use it to throw people around, and yeah that makes sense. what doesn't make sense is why she can't pull them by their clothes instead, so i'm going to make up an explanation for that too - clothes are usually pretty thin, so trying to grab them without also grabbing the person themselves and therefore exceeding the weight limit usually requires quite a lot of precision, which Reiko doesn't have (yet - one day she'll learn, i imagine)

the term "weight limit" is a simplification, it's actually a mass limit. in other words when she can't lift something it's not because can't exert a strong enough force to counteract its weight, but because she can't manipulate this much matter at once. she wouldn't be all-powerful in space or when cooperating with ochako

speaking of the force that she can apply to objects, it can be pretty insane if she concentrates hard enough for a long enough time

she doesn't actually need to move her hands to use her quirk, but it helps her focus and visualize its effect better

as it's a major telekinetic ability, overusing her quirk gives Reiko headaches

(i'm making up so many rules and limitations because telekinesis is a BROKEN ability if you think about it enough lol)

Shiozaki

mix of her dad's ability to speed up plant growth and her mom's ability to manipulate her hair

since her vines are green, it's safe to assume they contain chlorophyl and therefore are able to photosynthetize. however, due to the way they're shaped, i doubt it's very efficient (bad surface area to volume ratio), so i suppose Ibara has to provide most of the nutrients herself. in other words i think she eats way more than the average person and drinks more water, too

failing to provide those will cause her ability to extend and move her vines to suffer, and in more extreme cases, they will just fall off. she can regrow them when that happens, but it takes time.

while theirs are obviously very different from ours, plants do have senses, and Ibara can use those plant senses of her vines as kind of an extension of her own

Kamakiri

another exact copy, of his mom's quirk this time. she actually used to be a pro hero, too (one day i might elaborate on this)

it does come with the innate desire to cut things, however thanks to his mom sharing the same quirk he received proper support so it never grew into a problem. on the other hand despite seeming scary, it's not that much to handle. he just satisfies that desire by cutting vegetables lol

by default his blades are extremely sharp, but if he focuses hard enough he can make them more blunt and less lethal

unrelated to the blades, but due to part-bug biology, he's much lighter than you'd expect someone of his posture to be.

and that's it for today~ i do have thoughts about the others' quirks but i felt like they weren't coherent enough to put here lol. maybe another day? also if anything here directly contradicts canon or if you just have other ideas, you are more than welcome to share your thoughts, i really like discussing quirks :]

[silent-raven13]

When Miles rizz Hobie

"Nothing could woo me, mates." Hobie began as his friends were picking on him for turning pink around Miles. "It's merely affection, like how comfortable I'm around with someone I trust." The small group were hanging around Headquarters just to pass the time.

"Huh uh?" Gwen snorted.

Pav nodded having to get on his tippy toes to at least face Hobie on his level, "Dude, you turned pink when Miles even looks at you!"

"No, I have no idea what you're talking about." The punker plays it off still disagreeing.

"Oh yeah! Alright, bet!" Gwen said out loud.

"Hahaha, where's Miles is at?" Pav giggles with sweet delight.

Hobie rolled his eyes, "Miles is just a mate."

"Yet you call him, Sunflower!" Gwen said out loud.

"And luv, darling, dear, Brooklyn, Peter Pan!" Pav uses his fingers to show how many nicknames Hobie used on the young Spider-man. "You like him, huh?"

"Still have no idea what are you two talking about." Hobie pretending he didn't understand what they mean. He's being a cool guy deny their words.

"You always touchy feeling with him!" Gwen throw her hands up in the air, "Do we need to say anymore!"

Miles appeared from the corner of the hallway having to look at his holo-evaluation from Miguel from his watch. The meeting with the older Spider-man ended on a positive note, and it got him super happy. There was progress here!

His honey-brown eyes glanced up to make sure he doesn't bump into anyone, and spotted his friends. "Hey GUYS!" He happily went up toward them with a small jog.

"Ohh, he's here." Gwen whispers to Hobie.

Hobie froze having his eyes on Miles running up to them. Pav said, "Hey, Miles. What are you doing here?" The two saw Hobie turning pink and giggles.

"Oh, I was in a meeting with Miguel! We were talking about my last mission." Miles sounded so happy that it had Hobie's color shit to an awful muted red with murky green and yellow. Is that jealousy colors?

Gwen's eyes widen at the punker's colors being amazed yet not so surprised. Pav being the instigator, "Ohh, you and Miguel, huh? Sounds spicy!"

"Wha?" Miles's being unaware of Hobie's sudden changes in color since he's focus on Pav's questions.

Hobie had newspaper texture with black ink, Gwen leans over to read the fonts, "Fuck you, Pav. Are you going do that in front of me?" Oh. She giggles softly at this.

"You know, Spider-people like to talk." Pav snickers, "So are you and Miguel doing the nasty? Come on, tell us!"

"No! Hell nah, man. He could be the same age as my dad- what the fuck?" Miles quickly held his hands up in defense, "and I'm sixteen years old! Man, you want him to catch a case?"

"I dunno a lot of teenage Spider-heroes would, y'know." Gwen quickly added.

Pav saw Hobie's paper texture changing into a dark red and grey color with aggressive rips and ink marks. Hobie stood with no emotion showing, crazy huh?

"Well, not me! Anyway, my evaluation came out really good. I might go on missions with him. Hopefully." Miles casually said still being naive.

"Solo mission with Miguel?" Hobie thought to himself showing his jealousy, his body went through three different paper textures and turned murky green. Gwen and Pav awed at how fast his reality colors changes.

"Hopefully? That sounds like you're hoping for something, Miles!" Pav giggles having to nudge Hobie, "Huh, Hobie?"

"Not like that." The black Latino Spiderman rub his naked neck being a bit weirded out by his friends' sudden questions. "I see Miguel as a mentor. He's not bad when he's not trying to kill you. Also," Miles went up to Hobie, which causes the punker's color to change with a surprise fonts with a soft purple being surprised by his crush being so close to him.

Miles happily smiled at him, "Hobie, what's up? You been quiet. Something wrong?" His hand touches Hobie's cheek, "Are you sick? Si es así, Puedo prepararte caldo de pollo?"

Hobie turns bright pink staying frozen with his eyes widen. "No. No, luv." he crosses his arms trying to be cool. "I'm only listening."

"Oh," Miles pulls his hand away, "At least you're fine, man." His smile widens showing off his teeth. "I was beginning to worry."

Gwen and Pav look at each other then saw Hobie turning a brighter pink with heart stamps and fonts, a bit of shimmer this time. "Hmm?" They hummed at him.

Hobie scowls a bit at them, "Shut up!" The two laughing out loud.

"What happen?" Miles being so confused.

[dimensionzero]

so anyway if y'all've got an insatiable craving after atsv, here's some spiderverse fics that deserve some love!

gotta start with Spiders' Night Out! by Chaos_and_Sparkles, my favourite of the rapidly forming pavitr-and-hobie-rob-the-british-museum genre --- in this one, their master plan drags the Spot along for the ride and it's great

courage (never forgotten) by stars_and_scars1 is an interesting character study on miles during atsv. I'm very intrigued by the writing style. it might go well with Look at me, falling fast by umwelt, gwen's POV of her visit with miles, which manages to be extremely funny and kind of heartbreaking at the same time.

speaking of gwen, State of Grace by Fichistory is gwen's POV of itsv, and I love her and miles in this one, I will be imagining it as her inner monologue every time I rewatch itsv after this. I'm also obsessed with how 14Passionz describes earth-65's mood-ring watercolour style throughout ink pallette, a great fic to cry about over gwen and her dad. and rounding out my gwen recs is the mark of a true spider-man by joshriku, in which gwen crowd-sources the meaning of being spider-man and has a conversation with peter b about, y'know. the elephant in the room.

if you're in the mood for a laugh, please read restorative justice by Nanashi07, the one where miles decides to rehabilitate miguel using restorative justice techniques while gwen and hobie heckle them and peter b cackles from the sidelines. for a slightly angstier post-atsv fic, there's also i only see you in the city light by yukla, in which miles has struggles and hobie is a bro. and you can find yet more post-atsv fics with the run run fast as you can series by Quillium (speaking of Quillium, they've also got equifinality, in which prowler!miles gets forcibly befriended by spider-man. while trying to murder him. it's complicated.); my favourite of the series has to be pavitr prabhakar and being spider-man, a character study that addresses how pav must feel over his friends knowing about canon events and not telling him in a way that feels very true to his character.

speaking of pavitr, Chaos_and_Sparkles is also writing a character study/speculative backstory for him in One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy, which starts off very sweet and funny and halfway through takes a deep dive into angst. if you want sweet and funny all the way through, try na dekhi koi aisi girl by whatcaniwriteinthis, a pavitr/gayatri meet-cute. Who wants to punch a fascist? by I_have_hella_nice_abbs is a different kind of sweet and funny with noir and hobie bonding, three guesses how--- I like noir's internal monologue in this one a lot. and speaking of hobie, my favourite fic centred around him has to be Teenage Anarchist by gender_bender08, a character study that runs from his recruitment into spider-society to his exit-stage-center from atsv. it does both hobie and his relationships really really well.

and lastly, this is technically an older one but I can't make a spiderverse fic rec and not recommend Spider-Man Is Dead (Long Live Spider-Man) by aetataureate, it's a series of character studies on ripeter, gwen, peter b, and miles during itsv and it's insane how few hits it has for being some of my favourite pieces of writing in anything ever. anyway that's all for now, have fun y'all

[crowroboros]

the main echo cast and their splatoon mains. GO!

Oh fun, alright! I'll also put an explanation for my reasoning at the end. Really enjoyed thinking about this. This will be Splatoon 3 focused by the way, as it is the most recent game.

Chase Hunter - Octobrush (Suction Bomb/Zipcaster)

Leo Alvarez - Dread Wringer (Suction Bomb/Reefslider)

Jenna Begay - .52 Gal Deco (Curling Bomb/Splattercolor Screen)

Carl Hendricks - Splatana Stamper Nouveau (Toxic Mist/Crab Tank)

TJ Hess - Big Swig Roller Express (Angle Shooter/Ink Storm)

Flynn Moore - Custom E-Liter 4K Scope (Squid Beakon/Kraken Royale)

Bonus! Syndey Bronson - Custom Blaster (Point Sensor/Triple Splashdown)

Explanation time, spoilers will be mentioned.

Chase: Chunter mains Octobrush. The weapon cannot take fights head on due to having shorter range than many other weapons and thus has to rely on off-angles to get kills and take space or by poking with bombs from a distance. Chase rarely if ever wins a fight he's in one-on-one, having to rely on a distraction from people around him to get any sort of advantage. He also tends to avoid confrontation all together, usually running when faced with a danger like Duke or Brian. This works very well with Brushes as they are highly mobile when brushing along the ground which they use to escape situations that they would get splatted in otherwise. Chase is also referred to as having stubby legs that makes running not his strong-suit and that works with Octobrush specifically as it it slower in both its flicks and brushing when compared to the Inkbrush (though it is still faster than the Painbrush but I don't think Chase is that slow so it still works). Octobrushes tend to shark in ink, swimming around and popping up when an opportunity presents itself. So an octobrush user is often in swim form a noticeable portion of a match, which works great with Chotter who is an avid swimmer! Zipcaster may be the odd one out when it comes to this weapon being Chase's main but I do think it plays into all of the aforementioned traits with how Octobrush tends to use the special.

Leo: I might need to defend myself on this one but here me out. Leo is headstrong and very straightforward in how he does things right? He's intelligent but stubborn, rarely considering alternative options which can backfire on him. That is the Reefslider special. It is straightforward; Rush forward on an inflatable shark and explode. But because of that, it can be predicable and ends up getting countered a lot. Beyond that, Leo really does care for his friends and wants to be their protector. Originally I thought that a Big Bubbler weapon could be pretty good for that, but I think that Reefslider fits Leo better but also a main weapon like Dread Wringer also can cover that aspect. Dread Wringer paints an insane amount, which means that the team has a lot of ink to swim through, hide in, recover health, escape through, etc. It also is AMAZING at comboing with weapons like the Range Blaster or Snipewriter so it ends up working a lot with other weapons. Sharing the sub weapon of suction bomb with Octobrush can be representative of his relationship with Chase and how he sticks to the image of Echo, Chase, and the past.

Jenna: .52 Gal Deco and Jenna okay. I had a few ideas for Jenna, initially thinking of her maining a dualie of some kind but I just couldn't figure out which one would work best. Jenna is practical, self-reliant, and resourceful while also having a playful streak about her. She loves pulling pranks and joking around with her friends while still being generally supportive and helpful towards them even if she can come off as harsh at times. Also being a fox, she is rather mobile and fast on her feet. It's that last part that originally made me think of giving her a dualie, but I couldn't find one that I thought matched all of her traits. That's when I decided to approach it from a different angle. I started from her independence and worked from there. I started thinking of weapons that were very self-reliant, able to hold their own in fights, can paint well for themselves, etc. Then I started thinking about weapons that can be a bit playful and sneaky while keeping their mobility. And after a lot of consideration I landed on the .52 Gal Deco. The main weapon, .52 Gal, is a mid-range shooter that is pretty much the definition of a self-reliant and resourceful weapon. It is a very consistent two-shot weapon with a pretty solid fire rate, making it very reliable in fights while minimizing the amount of time it takes to kill so it can splat the opponent before it can get splatted. It can be a bit ink-hungry so the user needs to be resourceful and aware of their surroundings and their own resources to fully utilize the weapon's strengths. Curling bomb as a sub weapon gives this otherwise okay-mobility weapon much better movement, which the user can use to get around the map quickly and distract opponents. This weapon ends up playing rather fast paced and sneaky by using its range, kill-time, and curling bomb to move around the map to take positions that the enemy team might not be expecting. And then the special of Splattercolor Screen works as a smoke-screen of sorts, concealing your team from the enemy sight. That plus curling bomb allows for a bunch of mind games on where the .52 Gal Deco user could be at any given time, especially if they're running Ninja Squid.

Carl: This one was a bit more difficult to figure out than the first three but I think the Splatana Stamper Nouveau is a good fit for him. Carl is more laid-back and chill, so I didn't think a weapon that is very fast-paced, aggressive, and "high energy" would work for him. He also dislikes being the center of attention so in my mind that pushed me towards weapons that work well as an anchor in a team comp rather than a slayer or skirmisher or something. Carl also has a stockier build and for a time worked out, which made me think of Crab Tank. This narrowed my thoughts down to Splatana Stamper Nouveau and the Heavy Edit Splatling Nouveau. Both are strong, slower, sturdier weapons that play at the range that Crab Tank favors. I went with Splatana Stamper Nouveau over Heavy Edit Nouveau because Heavy Edit as a main weapon is much more fast and mobile and really likes fighting. Stamper Nouveau — unlike the vanilla Stamper — isn't as much as a fighter. It can still fight pretty well, it is a Splatana Stamper after all, but it plays more to support it's team by painting for Crab Tank to apply distance pressure and comboing with other weapons by using it's 70dmg charge slash or the aforementioned Crab Tank. Nouveau as a weapon brand also tends to make weapons based around art supplies, and Carl is an artist.

TJ: Okay TJ and Big Swig Express. TJ as a character is very altruistic and kind. He loves and supports his friends and I figured that a more supportive weapon would work very well with that. The Big Swig roller as a main weapon is focused on putting down paint for your team to swim through, heal, etc. And with Ink Storm also expanding upon that I thought that the Big Swig Express fits TJ's caring personality pretty well. It also is a weapon that doesn't fight much due to it's low damage, which I again think fits with TJ's personality. He tends to avoid conflict and often gets very uncomfortable when pressured by Flynn or anyone else. TJ is also very athletic, and the Big Swig is a faster weapon in terms of its flicks and movement.

Flynn: One I think is pretty self-explanatory. Flynn is proficient with a rifle and the charger class of weapons fill the archetype of sniper-rifles in the Splatoon games. I chose the Custom E-Liter 4K Scope specifically as a callback to Flynn's role in Jenna's route where he takes a position far back to aim his rifle on Heather at the dam. Kraken Royale is a transformation special that transforms the user into a large invincible kraken, in which the user can swim around and perform melee attacks to fight before turning back about ~7 seconds later. For Custom E-Liter, this allows it to protect itself up close. The main gun is very long range and has a very slow charge time. It is meant to take vantage points and snipe from a distance and thus it can't fight when rushed down. Kraken helps cover that weakness. Flynn does throw some punches a few times in the vn, though he doesn't always win these fights. I thought that this dynamic between E-Liter and Kraken represents that pretty well. Also spoiler. Flynn transforms into the Socket Man, a seemingly immortal entity that can rush down and kill things kind of like how Kraken functions.

Sydney: I think this one is also pretty self-explanatory, right? Sydney was rambunctious, loves to wrestle, was a big fan of things like ninjas and treasure hunts. Custom Blaster is a short range blaster that plays to its aggression and being able to get up to an opponent and hopefully hit its one-shot direct before the opponent can fire back. Point Sensor marks any enemy that enters its aoe, so the Custom Blaster player will know where that enemy is while the enemy won't know where the Custom Blaster player is. This allows the user to get up flank and get up close to either direct or use Triple Splashdown, which I mean looks like this.

The user rises into the air and summons two massive fists, smashing into the ground and creating three large explosions.

Custom Blaster has a very aggressive, fast-paced, up-close playstyle that rewards both rushing down your opponent and being creative in ways that you approach to compensate for your short range. It also is a weapon that favors gear with Quick Respawn, cause it ends up dying a lot.

[talenlee]

How To Be: Pantyhose Tarou (in 4e D&D)

In How To Be we’re going to look at a variety of characters from Not D&D and conceptualise how you might go about making a version of that character in the form of D&D that matters on this blog, D&D 4th Edition. Our guidelines are as follows:

This is going to be a brief rundown of ways to make a character that ‘feels’ like the source character

This isn’t meant to be comprehensive or authoritative but as a creative exercise

While not every character can work immediately out of the box, the aim is to make sure they have a character ‘feel’ as soon as possible

The character has to have the ‘feeling’ of the character by at least midway through Heroic

When building characters in 4th Edition it’s worth remembering that there are a lot of different ways to do the same basic thing. This isn’t going to be comprehensive, or even particularly fleshed out, and instead give you some places to start when you want to make something.

Another thing to remember is that 4e characters tend to be more about collected interactions of groups of things – it’s not that you get a build with specific rules about what you have to take, and when, and why, like you’re lockpicking your way through a design in the hopes of getting an overlap eventually. Character building is about packages, not programs, and we’ll talk about some packages and reference them going forwards.

Look, sometimes we’re just going to do one of these that’s for me. And Blade. Specifically, just Blade, really. I should contact him.

Examine The Pantyhose

Anyway, Pantyhose Tarou is a minor antagonist from the manga Ranma 1/2. In the anime he showed up right towards the end, but only briefly, and there we were treated to a simplified version of his greater story, in which he kidnapped Akane in an attempt to force Happousai (who doesn’t care about Akane at all) to change his name. In the manga there were subsequent stories about him trying other methods to bully Happousai (who, to be clear, deserves it), and then about him accidentally angering an Indian goddess in a story that was probably racist. Not sure.

Anyway, Tarou is a martial artist in Ranma 1/2 which means that we can attest to a few things about him: He is a good martial artist, he is superhumanly strong and tough and fast, and also, even if he’s the smartest person in the room he’s dumb as a rock. That’s not wholly true, after all, Ukyou appears to be a person of Totally Normal Brain, but the Ranma 1/2 crew are a bunch of bozos and assholes with emotional issues.

Tarou is shown fighting normally with his bare hands (in a stance a younger me thought was a specific martial art) and legs. Sometimes he is depicted as having a staff or some other long reaching weapon, and he is usually depicted wearing armour on his chest and wrists, in the form of a strange scaled bracers and vest combo. Fanon was that the scales are dragon scales, but… y’know. Fanon.

The Complication

Tarou turns into a giant monster. Like, three to five meters tall. Like big enough that his back can plug the chimney of what looks like a blast furnace (but I think is for a bathhouse). This form is a winged minotaur with eventually, octopus tentacles on his back. With that, he can shoot ink from his fingers to blind and confuse people, punch through buildings and fight off five or six people at a time.

Obviously, that’s not possible to get as a balanced player character.

Without the ability to ‘properly’ become a big scary monster, Tarou needs instead a build that contains a mode switch of some kind that feels like becoming a big scary monster. You know, for a value of big. Being bigger than the starting form is still a way to be big, as it were.

The Basics

Here’s a point of tension immediately: Tarou is a character whose mechanics push him towards being large, central, and very tough. Tarou is so strong that in the manga that he resists kicks and punches from most other characters (in his beast form of course). On the other hand, Tarou as a person is really more of ah, what is the word for it? hostile butthole.

To that end, the builds I’ve considered have focused on the mechanical demands of making a defender that is tough and ideally doesn’t require a lot of social skills. There’s a question of how you want to treat Tarou’s weapon choice, too – because he’s a martial artist in a world where everyone fights unarmed and armed, they just trend towards going unarmed because those unarmed attacks are good enough.

Knight

In the pursuit of having the simplest, smallest, easiest version of any build that can achieve the feelings of this character as quickly as possible, I must turn to the Human-or-Half-Elf Werebear Knight. This is not, in my opinion, a good build. It hits the hallmarks of what I outlined above, with shapeshifting, a martial arts attack, and a good melee attack, and it is available from level 1. It is in the purest sense, a fine build.

You will be able to defend your cohorts as a knight. You will be able to shapeshift into a monster as a werebear. You will be able to use the effects together, as the werebear basic attack can benefit from your knight feats and other support. You can even pick up a quarterstaff (something Tarou wields from time to time) and integrate some of the quarterstaff builds.

The problem I have with this build is that everything it’s going to do, it does at level 1. It has no feeling of exceptional development after that point. Anything you’re going to attach to the character at that point is attached through things like feat and gear solutions. Not a problem, but lacking in depth. I don’t mind it, and it certainly hits the goal of a shapeshifting ‘get tough’ type at level 1. It’s just that’s a place to start, not a place to grow into.

Battlemind

Phew, okay, so, Battlemind. It’s tough, it’s a defender, it can zip around the battlefield as if flying or very fast, and it has powers that are meant to make it ‘feel tough.’ It also has attacks that can create the feeling of size. With the powers Demon Dance and Bull’s Strength, your reach is bigger, and this is, also, available at level 1. You don’t get a distinct ‘shapeshift’ the way the knight-werebear mix does, though, so it’d be purely thematic when you use the reach powers.

I don’t know how I feel about using a psychic class for Tarou, but I also understand that there’s a challenge in addressing this kind of character and how they’re meant to work. Wizards of the Coast put the Monk in the ‘psionic’ power source, which indicates that they certainly seem to think that the inner strength nonsense-magic of ‘ki’ as represented in martial arts media as being a reasonable thing, and make no mistakes, Ranma 1/2 has some absolutely nonsense Ki As Magic stuff. There’s a character in Ranma 1/2 who grows to godzilla size ‘with his aura’ and another who slurps people’s energy out to shapeshift into a tall sexy lady. There are ki blasts that range from ‘a ranged attack from a few meters away’ to ‘blows a crater in the floor a dozen meters across.’

There’s a part of me that resists the idea that Tarou isn’t Martial. After all, it’s Martial Arts. The point of a character like Tarou is that the thing he does is done without magical abilities, that his fighting capacity is explicitly and intrinsically not magical and just a thing that people who train hard enough and with the right insights could do.

Except he also turns into a four meter tall monster critter, which kind of wrecks the idea that Tarou is this character who can be done ‘without magic.’ The guy is definitely magic! It’s a big part of what makes him compelling, as the one person in a world full of magical curses who doesn’t treat his curse as, like, a curse?

Basically: Tarou as a Battlemind is probably fine.

Warden

We step further and further away from the light of the ‘pure’ martial artist with the Warden, because the Warden is a route to getting a big shapeshift early in the game. Form of Winter’s Herald doesn’t make you larger, but it gives you a big aura of difficult terrain and it feels big. Eventually, the Form of the Oak Sentinel, which offers reach and a kind of threatening reach, would be the thing you build towards.

I don’t like the way the Warden powers encourage you to use a variety of shapeshifts for a character like Tarou. I think it would be a meaningful conversation to have with a DM to ask that if, instead of a variety of daily powers, you could swap a high level daily attack power with a shapeshift for a repeated use of a lower level one, in the same vein as the Barbarian getting to spend Daily powers to make rage strikes instead of forcing them from one Rage to another Rage.

Still, it’s a physically powerful class, it relies on strength and constitution, and it doesn’t want to wear heavy armour. You’d have to pick up a weapon, but I’m sure a conversation with a DM would allow you to treat a (say) weighted three section staff as ‘like a hammer’ to open up that toolkit.

Junk Drawer

You’d think this is a rare chance for me to pick a character who could take the druid easily, but surprisingly, it’s very hard to have a druid form that makes you larger. Within a size category, you can shapeshift from a small person to a larger person but both cases are Medium. If you jump all the way to Epic, the Sovereign Beast means when you wild shape, your form is Large, and that’s very cool, but also, that’s not until Epic and your default form is a weedy druid. A druid is not a powerful martial artist bastard, so that would need… some kind of hybrid class or multiclass wisdom-swinger. That seems very complicated and very difficult and like, a build that works at Epic is against the point of this whole article series.

Conclusion

Part of the point of the exercise of How To Be is to consider the ways 4th edition D&D, a play format renowned for being in some way inflexible, still has ways to approach a very awkward puzzle piece to fit into its slot. I figured that what Tarou is and how Tarou does would be a good challenge for that because, let’s face it: None of my solutions are things that are perfect because there are too many things for this character to address.

The problem, though? That’s interesting to play with.

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[immoralimmortals]

we adore it, deidara and sasori and itachi are perfection--

a cake for judgment lol for the bombastic artistic duo~

so, deidara would like geode cakes, wouldn't he?

does obito like mirror glaze cakes? or would something about their smooth, perfected surface make him shy away...

itachi and kisame make us think about taiyaki and raindrop cakes, haha

obito has the vibe of someone who eats fast food "late night" deals aimed at young adults (cough jack in the box cough taco hell) often

mango is a strong flavour? shook

we've always thought it was pleasantly sweet but not that overwhelming.....

somehow we're picturing zetsu eating honeypot ants, now, haha, because of eyeballs. zetsu eating eyeballs amuses us because of the sheer creep factor (worse for the two Uchihas, lmao)

what kinds of gifts would the akatsuki appreciate? (separately or collectively)

I googled Raindrop Cakes and holy shit that's gorgeous. Also yeah...I think the flavor of real mango is really mild but perhaps being American, the iterations I most often see are like watermelon candy is to actual watermelon. I'm used to it being super duper sharp if it's a mango flavored thing, versus using real mango.

Akatsuki gifts! :

Pain:

I think while he's a very practical man, he'd enjoy something that clearly came from the heart, too. I think it's a hard feat but a good way to make him soft. Something, perhaps, that he can see in his personal space and remember your care.

Konan:

Little things. A rock you think she'd like. Things you made with your hands, just so long as it isn't too clearly laborious or time consuming. (Thinking about when she made an origami rose for Jiraiya)

Tobi/Obito:

THE WORLD No, I think anything that demonstrates you're giving him the time of day on your own free will out of love. I bet he melted anytime Rin so much as shared a snack. He can see through your intent like glass, though, so its less about what is actually done and more what you mean by it that'll matter.

Zetsu:

He might be the hardest sell, I don't think gift giving is a love language he accepts easy. Maybe *gives*, because humans are weird and it's an easy way to express affection or admiration, but to *accept* is different. I think he'd more or less have the same placid, pleasant expression regardless of if you gave him a flower or bought him a house. You'd have to attach some sort of context to the gift to make it matter more.

Hidan:

Personal headcanon: for as much as he talks about how he feels or thinks, he does not know how to express affection with his words. He gives gifts if he likes you. In my fic, he gives the performer a loaf of bread and because she's starving, she wolfs it down, and so every time after he's like "wow I guess she really likes food" so he steals gets her food.

wait this is a post about what gifts HE would want.

Appreciate his faith or demonstrate your own. He'll catch on if you only give him things with the Jashin symbol just for the sake of it, though. After the first few times he's going to get the idea that you're not actually putting any heart into it, like the equivalent of buying anything you see that has a frog on it because your friend said once that he likes frogs. It's only going to take you so far if you're using it as a shortcut. Get him a prayer mat, some candles, maybe a free coupon for the human sacrifice warehouse.

Kakuzu:

This man is NOTHING if not pragmatic. The gift needs to be worthwhile, for one, and for another, because he ultimately sees where every bill comes and goes in the Akatsuki's hands, he is going to want you to spend it WISELY. Don't buy this man anything gold. You're basically handing him his own money back to him in a different, less liquidated form. Be thoughtful, pay attention to the kind of things he tends to use, or tends to need and never seems to have enough of. It matters most how your gift serves to improve his life. Better ink for writing, an updated bingo book, a meal he forgot to eat. Things that fill a space that is already open, not trying to forge one and pretend it is needed for its own sake.

Deidara:

You need to make the gift. I don't know if anyone could ever think there'd be a different answer than this. It needs to be made in some form or another with your own two hands. He wants to see your fingerprints on that ceramic, hear the quiver in your voice when you sing him a song. Don't be mistaken: home made will not necessarily mean less expensive. He's gonna notice if you cheap out on the materials, and then he is (while not intending to be ungrateful) going to critique you on that. Save yourself the lecture.

Also: let him watch you make it! That'd be the best part.

Sasori:

Also needs to have artistic purpose first and foremost. I think he'd love things in resin, honestly. Preservation of something beautiful, especially if its the kind where you go in with a needle and position everything before it solidifies. But mostly, purpose is secondary to beauty. It needs to be beautiful or otherwise obvious in the delicate nature of its craft. Also, if you have the kind of relationship with him where he is showing you how he builds his puppets, a demonstration you've learned what he's taught would be phenomenal. Give him a lil puppet and let him do a critique. The time in his day to do that is the most meaningful gift he will give in turn; it is a hard one to earn.

Kisame:

He strikes me as an "experience versus physical object" kind of guy. Take him out for something fun! Go to the boardwalk, the festival, a hike, fireworks. He's not necessarily social with strangers, but he's more than willing to be around them and handle stares to go live life and enjoy himself. Of course, it's all the better if you're there with him to share it.

Itachi:

Easiest to gift for, even if everyone thinks otherwise. Just because he doesn't always smile doesn't mean it means nothing to him. If you went to the store and got him any gift basket of body care items, he would reserve a space in his heart for you till the day he dies. On that note, I do think he'd like body care items a lot, things that are perfumed, make his hair softer, let him relax for a second. He may not be able to sleep, but a lavender scented bath is a pretty close imitation. I also think he's the type that would genuinely be touched if you donated to a charity in his honor.

[gerbelx2000-blog]

Based on a little convo with @cloud8doesstuff:

In an apartment located in Ichigaya, the villains were fast asleep. Kunikazu Okumura was no exception.

It was a cold yet quiet night. Or at least it was until…

VROOOOLLL

The sound of a rolling object echoed into Kuni’s ear, causing his head to jolt up from his pillow. While his eyes were sealed shut, this did not stop him from wanting to investigate the source of the noise.

He got up, placed his glasses on his face, slipped his feet into his slippers, and with a begrudging mumble, he slowly walked out of the door.

Kuni trudged through the hall way into the kitchen. As soon as he looked past the area as well as the end of the living room, there stood a figure, who seemed to have a familiar green hair and skin tone.

This figure seemed to have been darting from corner to corner of a whiteboard.

He recognized the whiteboard. It was their planner board, one that they use during missions.

It seemed to have now been covered in papers and had the words “KAMOKU Kamoshida x Okumura” and “OKUSHIDO Okumura x Shido” written in black ink.

He then fixed his gaze back at the feminine figure, who was muttering incoherently while scribbling on papers with a pencil.

‘Kunikazu: Wakaba…

Wakaba: WHO’S THERE!

Kuni jolted at the sharp and loud tone of his myopic friend’s voice.

Wakaba squinted and recognized the voice as well as appearance, it was her friend. She then took a deep breath and gained some composure. Wakaba: Oh! Hello, Kuni. Sorry, you gave me quite a scare.

The green-haired individual not only had unkempt hair, but size able bags underneath her eyes. While the tone of her voice was gentle, her smile was manic—crazed—as if she just committed a murder.

But Kuni was brave. He wasn’t just some uptight rich person who was anti-social towards the common folk—not anymore. He was an outcast, and if there’s one thing he learned when being around the Blooming Rogue, outcasts understand and stick together.

He took a deep breath and sighed.

Kunikazu: I…really hope there’s a good reason why you’re up this early…(looks at the white board)What is…this…?

Wakaba: Oh, well, I’m glad you asked. This is my main shipping chart. It’s still in draft.

Kunikazu: Your..what?

Wakaba: That right there is Kamoku and Okushido, Kuni. Can we talk about Kamoku and Okushido? I’ve been dying to talk about Kamoku and Okushido!

Kunikazu: Wakaba…what on EARTH does any of that mean? Also it’s 3 AM! H-have you been drinking coffee or some sort of energy drink at this hour?

Wakaba: See ..I’m currently posting my analytics of the potential romantic pairing between you and Suguru and you and Yoshi.

Those words alone caused his eyes to widen up. Oh boy, here we go again.

Kunikazu: Are you serious?

Wakaba: Uh…YES! Anyways, here’s what I learned. Suguru’s a big softie of the group and isn’t afraid to express his softie emotions. He’s not an uwu uke boy but he is a certified a ray of sunshine. Although, he seems to be a seme as well given how direct he is towards you. Then there’s you…you’re more seme. Since you were the former CEO, you’ve got this wealthy, aristocratic aura. You have connections, blakity blakity blah blah. You’re also more blunt, more direct. You don’t back down from something you want. You don’t take no for an answer. You’re like that one blonde character, Rosanth Cruthaihis III, a suave sophisticated blue suited gentleman who asserts his dominance onto the red haired hot headed protagonist.

Which leads me to another Seme character, our good friend, Yoshi. He’s got big seme energy. Yet when you had a seemingly benevolent conversation and that time when you touched his chest, it was almost like his inner beast was tame. He seemed more affectionate towards you, smiling and what not…and blah blah blah blah.

While she was blathering away about her ships, Kunikazu Okumura’s brain was racing, deciphering every sentence that flew from her mouth into his brain. Try as he might, his fatigue only blocked him from analyzing anything. All he could think of was…him in a relationship. Wakaba: Anyways, what do you think…

Kunikazu: I think…my brain just broke.

Wakaba: Once you get into writing and reading fanfics and BL manga, you’ll understand. ‘He paused. Though he had plenty of beefs with Wakaba, they were not ones that should result in outright vehemence. It was just idiotic yet harmless.

Kunikazu: You…*SIGH* This is just absurd. First of all, Suguru has the personality of a giant golden retriever puppy. He’s got ADHD and is very gregarious. The man’s already in a relationship with Jojo. He may be loyal to us, but even he shows restraint.

Wakaba didn’t say anything. Just looked at the whiteboard and gave a nervous nod and a hum.

Kunikazu: And secondly, you need to understand…the idea of having someone like me into a relationship with anyone…IS ABSURD at its finest. Even for you, this is low.

Wakaba: I KNOW! I—AAARG! My brain! I’m not FORCING you to date someone. I’m just…I’m giving you opportunities that may be right for you. Besides, even if Kamoku doesn’t work, there’s always OkuShido.

Familiar Male Voice: Ha! Good luck shipping me with anyone!

The two turned around to see yet another myopic man. This time being a bald one dressed in eggshell white colored silky pajamas with a black v-line reaching towards his abdomen. The duo recognized this man as Masayoshi Shido, former prime minister of Japan.

Masayoshi: Try as you might, any courtship involving me would just fizzle out the moment it was kindled. I mean, you should see how things turned out with Akechi’s mother. I mean, this isn’t a slow burn in fluff ridden fanfics.

Wakaba: Yeah, well *GASP!*You..read my fanfiction.

Silence echoed throughout the room. This was a shock, even Okumura. Has Yoshi ever taken a liking to such things?

Masayoshi:(curt while blushing) I…have taken some sort of…liking to your work. While it has some grammatical errors, it’s not atrocious compared to Lakeside Holiday.

Wakaba:(rolls eyes) UGH! The one that tried to be Fifty Shades of Black and yet became somehow worse?

Masayoshi: That one. You’re a competent writer, it’s no wonder you became a scientist. And I would like to discuss more about future chapters of your fanfiction.

Her eyes beamed with delight as her warmest smile reached from cheekbone to cheekbone.

Wakaba: EEE! YES! I would love too.

Masayoshi: Splendid. How about we start off with Chapter 5, the second time Lord Haudtoff and Count Orbek met each other. Wakaba: Ooo! That one is by far one of my fav!

As he continued talking, Masayoshi motioned his hand behind his back to Kuni, signaling him to go.

With that, Kuni fast walked his way towards to the door that was on the left side of the hallway and second one left of Wakaba’s. He then slipped in and silently closed the door.

He then collapsed onto the bed in utter bliss, knowing full well, the chaotic beast was tamed by reluctant hero, Masayoshi Shido.

He closed his eyes and began to smile in his sleep.

Honestly, he was just glad Shido joined the team, not only was he now an outcast, but also perfect to deal with Wakaba’s fanfic ramblings.

Kuni could finally get some sleep.

And hopefully, this means Wakaba will get plenty of sleep.

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Hope you enjoyed it.

[blinddreams24]

Hideout

A Mermay Prompt

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“Let go of me!!!” Water rushed through your hair and ears as he dragged you downhill, deeper into the ocean and further away from your pod.

“Hold on, hold on!” The squid tried to calm you. “I just have to get you somewhere safe first! Also! You’re not being very… appreciative! I’m saving you, y’know!”

“You’re not saving me!!! I was perfectly fine!!!” You thrashed. “Get your suckers off me!!!”

“Wow! You’re really new! You don’t even know that Killer would kill you! I mean, it’s in his name, but good for you for not judging, I guess!” He shot you a smile over his shoulder even as he swam.

“I know he can kill me!!”

“Oh…” He frowned. “You’re just dumb then.”

“Hey!!!”

He shrugged. “Dream really knows how to pick ‘em. Did you know he found another useless siren before you?”

You’d had enough. Growling, you bared your teeth and bit into the tentacle that held you. The taste that hit your tongue had your face coiling in disgust. It tasted like pastels and paint. Gross.

The tentacle twitched and Ink glanced back at you again.

“What are you doing? Oh, you’re biting me. Stop that. It won’t help you.” He sounded so calm and unaffected by the bite that you faltered. Could you even get away if he wasn’t hurt by you?

Your answer came when you pulled away from the bite and a chunk of tentacle came off. You could bite through the limb.

You attacked again.

“I mean in, pal. Leave my arms alone.”

You ignored him.

“Hey.”

Bite.

“Dude.”

Bite.

“I said stop!”

You were whipped around through the water and spun. The tentacle left your waist and you steadied yourself, ready to run. Or well… swim.

Ink floated over you, his tentacles curling around and over you, caging you in as he spoke. “Do you know how long it takes to grow those back? Besides, they don’t taste good.”

Your eyes darted around, looking for an opening. He was much bigger than you and had the advantage of ten extra arms, one of which was wounded but still working. He did seem pretty oblivious though. So maybe you could outsmart him.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

Ink smiled and the question mark was back. “What do you mean? What am I doing?”

You stared blankly at him. Was he serious? “…You’re taking me away from my home.”

“Oh! Was that where you lived? I’m sorry! We’ll get you a new home as soon as we can! Nightmare is a bit of an urchin when it comes to territory. You won’t be able to go back until he leaves.” Ink informed you.

“I… I was living with Nightmare.”

“…”

“…”

“…Oh.” Ink backed up and displayed his tentacles. “You worked for Nightmare?”

“Well, not exactly? But we do call him Boss.”

His left eyelight changed into a target. “But you would do what he said if he asked?” The water was turbulent with how much his tentacles were moving. It made it hard to focus.

“Well, yes. He’s been very nice to me.” You gently paddled backwards with your tail. He was starting to scare you.

The question mark was back but the target stayed. “Why do all of you say that? How is Nightmare nice? Tell me. He has torn apart entire islands, sunken ships, he’s massacred pods upon pods of sirens, he attacks Dream on sight, and he has taken each of you from your homes. How is he ‘nice?’” He threw his hands in the ai- water as he spoke.

He was so absorbed in his rant that he didn’t notice you’d moved just out of reach.

“Nightmare didn’t take me from my home. Cross did.” You turned tail.

“What- Wait! Come back!” Ink startled.

You swam. You swam as fast as you could. You didn’t know where you were going but anywhere was better than with this strange squid siren that thought you were evil. He was fast too. You could feel him gaining behind you. You twisted between and around the boulders on the sea floor but, as long as you were moving, he was right behind you.

Getting a risky idea and taking a chance, you darted into the first small cave you found and froze, not letting yourself move a muscle.

The rush of water stopped outside.

“Hello? Where did you go? Human siren? I’m not gonna hurt you and I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ink called. “What do you mean ‘Cross did?’ Hello? Are you even over here?” He sighed. “You’re not here are you? Did you go this way?”

He continued to mumble and chatter further and further away until you couldn’t hear him anymore.

You didn’t move for several minutes afterwards, careful to make sure he was actually gone. When you were certain, you slowly dragged yourself further into the cramped cave and laid down.

Nightmare could find you. He would feel your fear and come find you.

One thing was for sure, you didn’t like Ink. He was big and mean and scary. Not that the boys weren’t big or scary. They just never belittled you like Ink had. You weren’t dumb. Living with the boys was the smartest and best decision you’d ever made.

Who was Ink to judge your decision after he kidnapped you?

You growled softly, aware that he could still be nearby. Now you didn’t know where you were, Killer was injured and panicking somewhere if Dream hadn’t killed him, and Dream knew Cross somehow. He said something about Cross being new to the ocean and not knowing what to do. Like you.

That made sense with Cross’s floppy dorsal fin indicating that he came from captivity. But if Dream knew him first, why was Cross with Nightmare now?

Wait.

Oh my stars.

Dream was Nightmare’s brother, wasn’t he?

“Ugh!” You blew bubbles that dispersed like clouds, covering the small cave in fog. You had a god of puns to punch if you ever found one.

[hellhound5925]

Hey so please don’t hate me but this is going to be part two of the tattoo short story with Hunter. Part three will be smut I promise!

Also let me know if you would like to be tagged in future posts! (let me know what kinds)

One Shot- Sargent Hunter

Tattoos (Part Two)

Warnings: intimate moment (no minors just to be safe)

Summary:

Part One here 😉

Later that night, Hunter found himself laying in his bed, replaying the events from earlier in his mind. He couldn't let it go...he was mentally cursing himself for not telling you how he felt there. Was it the right time though? I mean is there ever really a right time? You were an absolute tattooed goddess and he? The fool who was falling hard and fast.

Before he even realized what was happening, his feet were carrying themselves to your door. He hesitated to knock at first, wondering if you had already gone bed and if he would be bothering you. Pulling his closed fist away from the door, it was too late. "Just a second" your voice came from behind the door. His mind wandered to where you were and what you were doing. Just then the door flings open and there you stand, your hair looks like it was just pulled from its braid, falling in gentle waves around your face reminding him of the ocean and when your big bright eyes met his? He felt his heart skip a beat.

The oversized shirt you have on was the next thing he couldn't help but notice, and how it hangs just perfectly of your sun kissed shoulder, revealing part of your tattoos. His eyes slowly make their up to your collar bone and your neck. The smell of the salt left by the ocean water, creating the need to pepper your neck with kisses, allowing him to taste it. Again his big brown eyes meet yours, causing your breath to hitch in your throat while butterflies dance in your stomach. He felt it too.

"Come in" your voice pulls him out of the trance and he steps inside. He makes his way over to the couch and sits down, eyes wandering back over to you, roaming your body, as you close the door. They stop at the skull tattoo on your leg, causing once again an awaking of his arousal as he plunges into deep thought. The silence washes over the two of you.

With one hand still on the door knob, you hesitate to turn around, the feeling of his eyes roaming over your body. You finally take a deep breath and turn to face him, watching as his eyes make their way to meet yours. The look in his honey brown eyes heating you deep in your core. Offering him a warm smile you make your way over to him and sit on the edge of the coffee table in front of him. His eyes search your face like he's looking for the answer to a question. Only he hasn't spoken a word.

"Is everything okay? You look a little lost."

He sighs and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes wandering back down to the tattoo thats got him wrapped around your finger. "I do like your tattoo."

That warm feeling in your core spreads throughout your body, rising to your face and you try to suppress your blush. You put your leg up on the couch next to him so he can get a better look. "Thanks" it comes out as whisper because at any moment, your voice might betray you.

He leans back and reaches for your leg. You watch as he gently rubs his thumb over the ink, the warmth of his touch causing electricity to shoot through your body in ways you never thought imaginable. He seems to notice this and looks up, making eye contact. Those beautiful brown eyes, blown wide with desire. It reminds you of an animal with it's prey in sight. The reason for him being here suddenly clear as day.

"Hunter" you whisper as if not to startle him. He slowly blinks as you slide forward making your way onto his lap. Like finding their way home, his hands find their place just under your ass gently holding you in place. Pressing your forehead to his and placing one hand on his chest, you trace his tattoo on his face with your index finger. His chest vibrates with a hum as he closes his eyes, causing you to chuckle softly.

"It all makes sense to me now."

His eyes open and he leans back raising an eye brow, "oh?"

"They way you are when I'm around. The brave soldier almost crumbling to pieces."

His right hand makes it's way up to your shoulder, fingers gently dance across your skin. Goosebumps rise all the way down your arm as he traces your tattoos.

"Can I see them?" His request simple but not much of a surprise.

Nodding you reach for the hem of your shirt but his hand stops you. He gently tugs it off over your head careful to get a good look at you from this angle. Dropping your shirt to the floor his hand finds its way back to your shoulder, and traces the tattoos all the way down your arm to your wrist. You have to bite your lip to prevent any kind of noise from escaping, and potentially stopping him.

Letting go of your hand, he traces over your core, hand stoping at the tattoo on your ribs. He rotates his hand so he now has a hold of you. The gentle but firm grasp, making you feel like your the only thing in the whole entire galaxy that matters. It's as if he thinks you would some how slip through his fingers, like sand, and disappear forever.

Cocking your head, you can't help but watch his facial expression this whole time. It's one of deep desire, like he needs you the way he needs water, food, and air for that matter. His chest is rising and falling at a rate that give away how much of him you've taken over and overwhelming his senes. The self control he has is quite impressive to say the least.

Deciding its your turn, you reach for his chin and tip his head up so he meets your eyes. As he comes up for air, you let out a light chuckle.

"So much for talking."

P.S. Sorry I lied there's going to be 3 parts because I'm a tease 😈

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