#can’t draw his wings ugh

[hawnkoii]

Imagine silly boy Urogi getting hungry 🥺 I would let him eat me (out)

He appreciates it!! Now you guys can be one 🩷

[beetlbi]

Wing au real???!!? This is incredibly low quality bc it’s the only screenshot I could find and didn’t feel like taking my own lol. Yapping in the tags if you’re curious abt this au :3

[truth-01001001-liar]

grrr grrr I got in the shower, and I started thinking about Uriel Septim’s outfit design in oblivion.

I hate it so much. It could be so much more relevant to the lore and it’s just not. Like he has the blood of a dragon god…his ancestors had the blood of a dragon god…why would he not be dressed to the nines in religious regalia..

grrrr

[radiance1]

danny works for Batman/Bruce and instead of calling him on his cell like a normal person he summons Danny like the devil and they’ve been doing this for a while and Bruce does it in front of the bat kids in the bat cave and their looking at him like he’s crazy but then

Danny pops up from the floor

D: UGH. Yes Brucie. What do you want now? More batrangs? My labor? A car? My SOUL?

Danny does this as he walks over and shakes bat man’s shoulders aggressively actually shaking him back and forth as the kids try and fail not to laugh

Danny is also like 14-17 ish but can’t be adopted because he has the god of time as a guardian

So, is Danny 14-17 or does he just look 14-17?

Or is there some weird time fuckery going on because they're from different dimensions? Or, are they from the same dimension?

I don't know, don't really care, so lets just go with option two for now.

The first time Batman has ever summoned Phantom was legitimately an accident. He was fighting with a wizard who set themselves up in Gotham for nefarious deeds to be done and being him he popped up and tried to stop them.

And he didn't have as much knowledge of fighting wizards back then as he does now, so he was mostly just winging it.

Which somehow accidently ended up in him dragging a ghost from beyond the veil, a ghost that helped him beat up said nefarious wizard because contractual obligations or whatever, or maybe just because he didn't vibe with him.

Who knows, really.

Batman has kept track of the ritual used to summon him, however, because having a ritual like that is both useful and worrying if it ends up in the wrong hands.

A various series of misadventures, crime fighting, and somehow getting himself wrapped up in and the taking down of a wizard syndicate with Phantom.

He has Phantom on speed dial, as in a summoning circle literally drawn onto his cape that he could use on the fly if the situation ever called for it, or he didn't have a way of drawing one.

So, you could say they've known each other for quite a while and have quite a relationship with one another as well. Most of it waws strictly business starting out, then moved onto tentative friendship (mostly on Bruce's part) and then quite the companions.

You try toppling more than one magical organization in your city with a powerful ghost and not become friends by then.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 20

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

Not long after you close yourself in your room you hear the front door close. The house is silent but not calm. While you want everything to just go back the way it was, being alone with your mom doesn’t promise you peace. She never takes it well when she doesn’t get her way. 

You have your table pulled up the bed, doodling random petals and stems, some connected and some not. The sunlight beams through the curtains and shines onto the paper as you scratch the graphite over it. You cup your chin as you bide your time, dreading the inevitable. You’ll have to face her again and you have a lot to atone for. 

The rustle of leaves is underlined by the darting whistle of some distant bird. Along the edge of your vision, you sense movement and peer over at the window, expecting a flutter of wings. Instead, you see a shadow looming in Steve’s window, just across the gap between your houses. You don’t recognise that man; it must be the friend he mentioned. 

You slide the table out and stand slowly, cautious as you try not to draw attention. The man has grey hair like Steve, he’s a little shorter by your measure, and built a bit broader. He turns to lean just beside the window and you carefully tug closed your curtain. You keep forgetting to do that although you can’t even remember opening it most times. 

The noise of your movement draws your name from the front room. You huff and face the door. It’s time. You emerge and go to find your mother on her recliner. She stares despondently at the ceiling. 

“Whatever you said to Steve...” she mutters. 

“I didn’t...” you can’t even finish the lie. You didn’t say anything but you also don’t know everything you did around Steve. 

“I don’t want to hear it. You reel it in,” she sits the chair up straight and winces at the jarring motion. “Whatever you’re up to, it stops now.” 

You look at the floor, “sorry, mom.” 

“Ugh, you’re useless, you know that? If you hadn’t been hanging around like some troll, he would’ve stayed,” she snarls. "If you weren't here, everything would be so much better."

“Mm, but I saw... his friend--” 

“Oh, shut up and go away,” she snaps and reclines again. “Tomorrow, he’s taking me out. Away from you. You can stay and clean up your mess.” 

You back away without another word. She’s only looking to argue. It will be good for her to get out. Somewhere that isn’t a hospital. And she’s right, this place could use another clean, and you could use the distraction. 

🏡

As promised, your mother leaves with Steve. That she’s ready to leave the house before noon is a feat on its own, not to mention how she woke up before you. Still, you made her coffee for her and reminded her about her medicine. Those parts went as usual. 

Alone, you feel lighter but not free. You sweep and mop and make sure all the dishes are done and away. You even make sure to use the old vacuum to clean up your mom’s recliners and the carpet in the front room. A spritz of freshener makes the air a little less stale. 

You finish around one and go back to your room. You take out your pencils and set to work on a new picture. No more amaryllis; you’ve moved on to morning glories. It’s so beautiful how they open with the sun.

You use your colour pencils, some of them so short you can’t even sharpen them, to give dimension the broad petals. You lose yourself in the task, fingertips a medley of hues as you switch between shades and blending stick. You have your forehead in your hand, your shoulders hunched, and your eyes laser focused.

It’s only your name that breaks your reverie. You blink and sit up, the ache setting into your knuckles as they have a moment to rest. You door is open. 

“Hey, sweetie,” Steve says, “we’re back.” 

“Oh,” is all you can utter. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” he has a hand on his hip. You wonder if he’s been there a while. “Not to intrude but... could I get a peek?” 

You stare at him for a moment, confused. Then look down at the page. It’s mostly done, you guess. Doesn’t matter, really. There’s worse things to judge you about. 

You set down the pencil and lift the book. He breaks the threshold of your room and crosses to look closer. He carefully puts his hand next to yours, silently asking permission to take it. You hand it over and he raises it closer to squint at the lines. 

“This is beautiful,” he remarks, “you should think about my offer. We could go out and find some good scenery,” He suggests as he continues to examine your work, “and you shouldn’t be all bent over like that. You can always use my studio if you need--” 

“I’m fine,” you shrug. 

“For now, but one day that’s catch up to you. Trust me,” she offers the book back to you. “So... do you only draw flowers?” 

You close the book and pack away the pencils. 

“Mostly,” you answer. 

“Wow, to be honest, I always found them challenging. No two flowers are alike, right? Every rose has different petals, every tulip a different number of stamens,” he says. “So how was your day?” 

“Is my mom here?” You asks, ignoring his question. 

“Yeah, she’s all tired out. She’s relaxing. Still early though,” he checks his watch, “you wanna come over for a swim?” 

You’re flumoxed by the pace of his conversation. The constant pivoting has you off-balance. You’re wholly unready for any of it. Those hours alone have left you in an odd daze. 

“Thanks, but uh, I don’t have a suit,” you say. 

“You don’t?” He clucks, “well that’s too bad. You could just wear some shorts and tank or whatever. No one around to see.” 

“It’s okay,” you rebuff again. “I’m still pretty tired.” 

“Oh, of course, sweetie, maybe another time. Did you take another pill? I know they really get to you.” 

“Erm, no.” 

“You’re going to, right? You need to be consistent, you know? To see if it works.” 

“Right, I know,” you murmur guiltily. You’d forgotten all about the boxes in the cupboard. 

“Now, I’m only looking out for you. I mean, you take care of your mother, make sure she takes her meds, but what about you? Who’s looking after you, sweetheart?” 

You hug yourself and stand. You untangle your arms from around you and push the table back to the corner. He might mean well but you’re just embarrassed. No one does care about you and you’re okay with that. You have to be, you can’t change it. 

“It was rhetorical,” he says, “sweetie, I’m going to look after you. I promise.” He’s pauses as if waiting for an answer, “haven’t I?” 

“Hmm,” you turn to him and push out your lower lip. 

“Haven’t I taken care of you?” He asks. 

You nod, “yes. Thank you...” 

“You and your mom, right? That’s how it’s gonna be. The three of us.” 

What he’s saying, the way he’s saying it, it’s making you uneasy. You tuck your lip under your teeth and let it pop back out. He tilts his head as his eye flicker eerily. 

“Well, I’m going to stay the night to keep an eye on mom. She’s having a bad day. She did a lot so... I’ll get started on dinner and you take your medicine, okay?” 

Your heart pounds in your ribcage. There’s something about his tone. He’s not asking, he’s telling. You look at him in your doorway, noting how he fills the whole thing. Thinking of how you couldn’t get past him or move him, even if you had the courage to try. You reach over to steady yourself with the table. 

“Sure,” you agree softly. 

“You’re not busy tomorrow?” He wonders. 

You blink and shake your head, “n... no?” 

“Good, we have a surprise for you,” he grins. “Big one.” 

“Al--alright,” you resist as shiver. 

“You should dress up nice, too. Maybe that cute little dress you got,” he taps on the doorframe and takes a step back, “I like that one.” 

He winks and spins on his heel, leaving you in a queasy silence. A surprise? What could he possibly mean? 

[luvyurself]

sweater

a/n : YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW FERAL FOURTEEN YEAR OLD ME WAS FOR HIM 😩😭

flufftober masterlist

c/n : she/her pronouns, u snag his jacket, I want his jacket, look out keigo im behind u

______

a huff left his lips as he opened the closet, the red feathers of his wings fluttering as he moved through the hanging clothes.

he knew he had seen his jacket in here before he got in the shower, it couldn’t have just disappeared like that.

after no finding nothing, he shut the closet door and made his way to the drawers, opening one up as he called out to his lover.

“hey, honey?” he waits a few moments before hearing a loud “hmm?” from the other room.

he shut the drawer as he opened another, “I can’t find my jacket anywhere, is it over there where you’re at.”

he pauses to hear her as a beat of silence passes by, and then she responds, “….no.” very slow and drawn out.

his hands move to shut the drawer, a knowing smile spreading on his lips, “okaaaay…” he draws out, his wings twitching a bit, “can you come here and help me look, please?”

another moment of silence.

“…..like….right now?” her voice pipes up, almost making him laugh out loud.

he lets out a little chuckle, “preferably, yes, right now.” he leans on the dresser, staring at the doorway as she slowly walks in.

his smile grew into a playful smirk as he saw what she had on, “you little thief.” he teased, pushing himself off to walk toward her, “I knew I had it in the closet before you took it.”

his light brown jacket wasn’t too big on her, but still fit a bit oversized as it covered the hands. she gives a sheepish smile, “I couldn’t resist….your jacket is so warm and I was so cold.” she wraps her arms around herself, “why do you always have your home so cold in the morning?”

“because I’m not as cold bloodied as you are.” he jested, poking her forehead with his finger, “besides, it’s not even that cold, you’re just dramatic.”

she groaned, rolling her eyes as she slowly started to take off his jacket, “ugh…you’re mean.” she pulled one arm out before he stopped her, pulling the sleeve back on.

“hold on now, I didn’t say to give it to me just yet,” he spoke, bringing two fingers to squish her cheeks, “but, I am gonna need it before I go to work.”

she smiled, leaning up a bit to kiss his cheek, “nevermind, you’re so sweet.”

keigo gives a small scoff, his smile never leaving his face, “oh now I’m sweet, you just say that because I’m letting you have it longer.”

one more beat of silence pasts.

“…..maybeeee.”

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 13

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Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

**MINORS DNI** ADULT CONTENT

TW: Kissing, dry humping, clothed sex, smokable plant usage.

WC: 3100 LOL

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass

Burning Hearts Chapter 13: Accidental Dosage

— — 

“You keep dropping your shoulder, leaving yourself open for attack.”

“I’m not dropping shit, you’re nit-picking- UGH!” You were knocked backwards into a tree trunk. 

“You were saying?” Law cheekily grins from across the clearing. 

You roll your eyes while you catch your breath from the impact. 

“One of these days, Law, your mouth is going to write a check your ass can’t cash.” You sputter as you lunge towards your opponent, blade in each hand. 

Your attack is predictably blocked by Law’s giant katana and he forces you back again. 

“I have no problem putting my money where my mouth is.” 

*GRWWOOAAAR*

Both of your heads snap in the direction of the sound emanating from the dark woods. 

“The fuck was that?” You turn to Law and ask. 

“Probably some sort of-“

*RRRRAAA* 

A giant brown bear no less than 800 pounds bursts through a gap in the tree line and lumbers into the clearing, teeth bared. 

“Bear.” Law finished with an unamused expression. 

“What do we do?” You asked, heartbeat in your throat. 

“It’s fine.” Law states casually. “Room. Shambles.” 

At once, in a flash of blue, Law is right in front of the bear and rapping it harshly on the nose with his blade. The bear yelps. Before you could even comment, Law was back at your side at the edge of the clearing. 

“No need to show off.” You huff. 

Suddenly, the bear does something you don’t expect. It brings its front paws up to its nose in pain. The bear flops backwards holding its muzzle and starts to wail and cry like a toddler. 

“What’s it doing…” You cock your head, confused. 

“It’s… throwing a tantrum?” Law speculates. 

*GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA* 

A much louder, deep sound resonates through the forest around you. 

*crash* *snap* *thump*

*ROOOAARR*

You notice the tops of trees being felled in the distance, but not comfortably far away. You realize what it was. 

“You fucking moron… that was the baby bear… and we just pissed off mom…” You look to your right and make eye contact with Law. 

“Oops…” Law’s eyes widen. 

With a thunderous growl, an unimaginable beast emerges into the clearing. This brown bear was no less the size of a two story building and looked ready to swallow the both of you whole. 

With shocked expressions the both of you take several steps backwards. 

“Well? Any brilliant plan here, Mr Warlord?” You snap without taking your eyes off the face of the snarling creature. 

“Unless you have any bowls of porridge on you… I think we have to fight this thing.” Law draws his blade. 

“Great.” You sigh and unsheathe your swords as well. 

“You’ll take it from the top?” Law asks. 

“Got it.” 

*Grrrrrr*

The massive bear growls lowly and stalks towards the two of you, readying itself to attack. 

“On my word…” Law was waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and you held yourself to his go. 

*sniff sniff* 

The bear was so close you could smell the salmon on its breath. You shuddered. 

“Now!”

You spring up into the air and unfurl your wings and launch an attack on the beast from above the nape of its neck. Law was working at disabling the creature from its legs and arms. The two of you fought for what seemed like ages against the hulking monster. 

During your assault on the back of the animal you hear Law groan from somewhere underneath you. You land back on the ground and see Law pinned to the dirt by one large paw, fighting off the bear’s jaws from piercing his neck. 

“Law!” You see red and your vision blurs. You find yourself no longer in control of your body and are hurtling towards the beast at an alarming rate, driving your head straight into the side of the animal. 

The giant beast groans as your slam it off of Law, leaving two gored holes in its side where you had made contact. 

“Hhaaaa!” You scream as you turn to slam your black spiked tail into the creature’s head. You don’t remember changing forms, all you knew is you had to make sure Law was safe. You sigh as you realize the mother bear was now finally unconscious. You notice the smaller one out of the corner of you eye and you let our a bellow that was far more beast than human… 

Upon hearing your cry, the baby bear retreated back into the woods. 

Your chest heaves and you finally come to your senses, looking around to find Law. He was already up on his feet and making his way towards you. He looked… shorter?

“Holy shit… look at you…” Law looks up at you. 

You look down at your feet. They weren’t yours anymore. Huge black, scaled and clawed haunches were where your normally slender tanned legs would have been. This must have been how you launched yourself at the bear so forcefully…

Your head was swimming… what ugly features… 

“Daisy? You okay?” Law’s voice sounded like he was underwater to you. 

You look over at the giant bear’s body and notice the two puncture wounds you had made in its side. You gingerly pat at the top of your head. You feel something that isn’t just your hair… two curved horns protruded from your skull.

“No…” You gasp. 

Everything goes black. 

— — 

You wake up alone in your own bed at the base. You try to process what had happened in the clearing but you felt sick thinking about it. You couldn’t help but think that this training was more than you could take. Maybe you were just naturally weak, unable to handle this powerful of a Devil Fruit ability… maybe you should renounce the pirate life and tell your crew to go on without you after the 2 years is up… 

*knock knock knock knock*

“Hiiiii bitch good morning! Just kidding good afternoon. Heard you kicked a bear’s ass into next week?” Ikkaku comes into your room without waiting for a response. She carried a pile of clothing in her arms. 

“It was way bigger than just a bear…” You sigh as you sit up in bed. 

“Well either way, the weather’s going to change soon so we need to get our tan on before we’re stuck offensively pale for the rest of the season.” 

“You want to go tanning? In the yard? I don’t have a bathing suit. I don’t exactly go swimming often…” 

“You don’t think I thought of that? That’s why I brought you some of mine to choose from. Hurry up, we’re burning daylight!” 

— — 

What incredible power she held. If only she wasn’t so afraid of it. She saved his life today. 

Law sits at his desk pouring over more books about ancient devil fruits. She could take on the world with this ability if only she would push herself to harness it. Law felt partially responsible for her stubbornness to use her abilities, he had become softer on her since… acknowledging the feelings he held for her. He battled with the idea of pushing her to harness her full strength and the thought of cultivating a romantic relationship with her. 

Law pushes back in his chair and rubs his eyes. The smell of warm baked goods hits his nose. Law sits up straighter. Man… that smelled nice…

“Captain! Daisy made brownies, come have some!” Penguin calls from outside his office door. 

Brownies. 

How could anyone resist that luxurious aroma?

Law is brought out of his office by the smell of sweet treats like a cartoon character being drawn by a pie cooling on a windowsill. He makes his way to the main living area and finds his whole crew minus Daisy and Ikkaku shoveling chocolate brownies into their mouths. 

“Here cap, have one! I’ve already had 3! They’re so good!” Penguin hands him one as he enters the room. Law inspects the confection before taking a bite. The flavors were immaculate, even he couldn’t deny that. Daisy truly had a knack for baking. They tasted a little different from the brownies he had eaten before in his life, but they were beyond delicious. Law quickly gobbles up the rest of the square. 

“Hey you two.” Shachi approaches Law and Penguin. “Seen the garden recently?” He says with a smirk on his face, pointy teeth poking through. 

“Why?” Penguin asks. 

“I dunno. I think you should check it out, though. Sooner rather than later.” Shachi’s grin grows and he heads back to sit on the couch. 

Law’s curiosity is piqued. He turns tail quietly and heads to the back door of the base that headed straight out to the yard. 

“Wait I’m coming too!” Penguin hollers and picks up his pace to follow his captain at his heels. 

The two men exit the base through the back door and round the corner towards the garden. 

Law gasps and throws his arm out to the side to block Penguin from proceeding any further. 

“Holy shit…” Penguin breathes out heavily. 

Several yards away, seated on lounge chairs were Ikkaku and Daisy taking in the sun. 

They both held magazines and beers in their hands as they laughed about something they were reading in their gossip rags. Ikkaku wore a low cut pink one piece swimsuit while Daisy wore a black string bikini. 

This was clearly Ikkaku’s bikini, seeing as how Daisy’s breasts struggled to maintain their position in the tiny top. Law couldn’t help but notice the way they jiggled when she laughed. The small triangles holding in her supple flesh strained against her ample chest. 

Law felt the crotch of his pants tighten. He remembered he wasn’t alone. 

“we… we should go back inside.” Law mutters.

Penguin said nothing. Mouth still wide open. Law grabbed the sleeve of his jumpsuit and dragged him back inside the base. 

“pervert…” 

— — 

“The sun’s almost down. We should head back in.” You said to your friend. 

“Ugh, back to that sausage fest? I could stay out here all day.” Ikkaku lays back in her chair. 

“I almost got eaten by a bear this morning. I’m ready to eat and go to bed early. What’s with you and Peng anyway?”

“Nothing really. We hook up sometimes but it’s not serious.” Ikkaku says casually. 

“you’re hooking up???” You sit up on your elbows.

“I mean sort of! He goes down on me, that’s it.” 

“THAT’S IT? You’re getting licked and I’m just hearing about it now?” You gasp. 

“When was I supposed to tell you! You’re always playing nurse ratchet to the captain.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Well is it good at least?” You lift your sunglasses and ask. 

“Not really… but he’s learning.” Ikkaku chuckles. 

“Men are very trainable.”

“That they are.” 

As the two of you clink your beers in agreement, Bepo stumbles out into the garden. He looked disoriented.

“Woah, what’s wrong big guy?” You rise to your feet. 

“Miss Daisy! We need your help! Quick!”

— — 

“YOU FUCKING ATE ALL OF THE BROWNIES?” You scream at the crew of white jumpsuit clad pirates in front of you. “I put a god damn note on these saying these were MY brownies and for NO ONE ELSE to eat them!”

“Yes but we just thought since you make us other stuff to eat we could have these too!” Bepo was panting and looked very nervous. 

“No way…” Ikkaku holds in a laugh.

“Are you guys that fucking stupid?! Do you have ANY idea how much herb you’ve all just ingested?!?” You continue ranting at the men. 

“I don’t really think they need yelling right now, D…” Ikkau puts her hand on your shoulder. 

You look around the room. Jean Bart was asleep in the middle of the floor, Uni and Shachi were huddled together on the couch looking terrified, other crew members were pacing the floor, Penguin was rambling to himself in the doorway. Even Bepo was having a hard time holding it together… he must have eaten a lot…

Your eyes were drawn to Law, who was seated on a singular cushion in the corner of the room with his knees pulled up to his chest and eyes bugged wide. 

“Fucking idiots…” 

“Miss Daisy what do we do… please help…” Bepo digs his claws into your shoulders. 

You rub your eyes and sigh. You clear your throat.

“EVERYBODY! Go to bed! Lay down! Turn on the TV or some music and just sit the fuck down! The sooner you go to sleep the sooner this will be over! And once this is over I can beat the shit out of you all for eating all my weed!” 

The room is silent for a moment before the group of terrified men heed your orders and head to the door. 

“Can you make sure everyone makes it to their rooms okay? I’m gonna check on your greened-out captain.” You ask Ikkaku as you nod towards Law huddled in the corner. 

“Got it.”

“I’ll come check on everyone in a bit.”

Ikkaku nods and follows everyone out of the living room. 

You approach Law and kneel down next to him slowly. 

“Hey… how’s it going?” You speak in a soft, gentle voice. You get no response. 

“Whatchya doing, pal?” You ask. 

“Breathing.” Law states, not making eye contact, still staring wide eyed at some unknown point across the room. 

“Right, right okay good! Breathing is good!” You were trying so hard to hold in your laughter. “Can you maybe come with me and we can get you into bed?” Law nods and you help him rise to his feet. He follows you wordlessly to his room and you get him seated on his bed. 

“I’m going to check on everyone else, how about you change and get into bed, okay?” You ask carefully. 

Law nods. You leave him to go do rounds in the rest of the state rooms. Most of the rooms were full of very happy or very sleepy men, but you found quite the interesting situation upon reaching Penguin and Shachi’s room. 

You open the door and find Penguin curled up like a toy poodle in Ikkaku’s lap as she strokes his hair. Shachi was peering out the windows and breathing heavily. 

“This one’s fine…” Ikkaku nods down at the man in her lap. “But the other one thinks the government is here to murder us.” She rolls her eyes at you. 

“Shachi if you don’t get your ass in bed right now I’m going to beat your ass worse than a Marine Admiral would and I MEAN that.” You growl at him. 

“They’re watching us right now! You don’t hear that?” Shachi exclaims. 

You huff and grab the mans face in your hands. 

“You’re fucking high, you idiot. If you don’t chill out I’ll make sure you’ve got bigger issues.”

Shachi, terrified, tucks himself into bed. 

You give Ikkaku a thumbs up and return to check on Law. 

After making your way back to the captain’s quarters, you find Law laying on his back in bed, shirt unbuttoned but not off, pants off, briefs on, socks and hat still on, staring at the ceiling. 

“Feeling any better?” You chirp as you quietly enter the captain’s bedroom. 

“Daisy!” Law sits up and pulls the comforter over his exposed legs and thighs. 

“It’s fine, Law, just relax. You okay?” You move to sit on the side of the bed at his hip. You look down and look into his eyes. 

To your shock, he bursts out laughing. 

“Yeah? What’s funny, huh?” You smile, seeing the normally stoic, anti-drug pirate captain high out of his fucking mind. 

“Remember when I almost got eaten by a fucking bear this morning?” Law chokes out between fits of laughter. 

“You’ve got a sick sense of humor, man, because I did NOT think that was very chill.” You couldn’t help but giggle along with him. Instinctively, you place a comforting hand on his chest. 

Law grasps at your wrist with his right hand. He strokes it gently up towards your shoulder. 

“You kicked its ass, though. Saved me.” 

“You would have been fine.” You blushed. 

Law’s hand makes its way up to your neck, pulling you closer. 

“Your skin is so soft…” Law says lazily through hooded eyes. 

You laugh. 

“You’re high.” You smile down at him. 

“And you’re hot.” Law smirks up at you. 

“Oh stop it.” You try to brush him off. 

“No seriously…” Law runs his fingers through your hair and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “When you grew those horns and those claws, you were like some sort of angel…” 

You scoff. 

“Not sure what kind of angels you read about… but I’m certainly not one of them.” You sigh and avert your gaze. 

“Let me kiss you for a little, please?” Law, while still dazed, pleads with you. 

“Ask me again after you’ve come down, you aren’t thinking right.” You move to stand up. 

“Need you now, though. Don’t wanna be alone. Please?” Law grabs your wrist as you try to stand. 

Holy shit he was hot when he begged. Every logical thought in your brain told you to leave but he was pleading for you so sweetly… you had to give in against your better judgment. 

“Fine. A few kisses and then you’re off to bed.” You hop up onto the bed and straddle his underwear clad waist. Law smirks and grips your waist with both hands. You lean down and capture his lips in a soft kiss. You feel Law groan into your lips and it sends shivers straight down your spine. 

As the kiss became more heated, you feel Law push your hips down onto his. Wait… was all of that him? Gods there was no way… 

You were just in a tank dress over your swim suit so you could feel the hardened length against your core so distinctly. You were so shocked at his sheer size that you yelp in surprise as Law pushes his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t help but notice his kissing skill was improving.  Law grabs the back of your nape with one hand and pulls your backwards so he could plant wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck.

“Oh!” You gasp in pleasure, feeling his lips on your skin and his throbbing cock underneath your wet, bikini-clad sex. Law used his other hand to guide your hips back and forth across his clothed manhood. 

Law digs his teeth into your neck and purses his lips to suck on it. 

“Gods, Law!” You cry out. 

“Nggghh!” Law groans loudly and grips your hip impossibly tight and presses your core into his pelvis. 

Suddenly his hand on your waist loosens and he releases your flesh from his mouth. His head flops back onto the bed, hat askew. He was panting heavily. 

“Wait.. did you?” You cock your head from your position above him. 

Law covers his eyes with his arm that was just around your body. 

“Shit.. yeah… I’m sorry…” He whispers out softly. 

“Hey…” You move his arm and kiss his lips, his face stained beet red. “It’s okay. You’ll sleep better now right?” You chuckle. 

“Ugh…” 

You pull his hat off his head and set it on his bedside table. You cup his face for a moment before you rise from the bed. 

“Get some shut eye. I’ve gotta check on the rest of your crew. I’ll be back to-“ You move to the archway and look back. 

Law was already snoring. 

You smile and head out. 

— — 

*Author’s Note* SORRY THIS WAS A BILLION YEARS LONG. I HAD A VISION. Omg he’s gonna be so embarrassed I can’t wait. At least he’s finally getting some sleep? Idk y’all give me some feedback here because we’re getting to the MEAT! 

[rius-cave]

Ok but fr, I understand the radioapple hype to a degree but I can’t look at them without screaming in my head that Alastor is aroace. We already have one cringe fail guy (vox) pining after Alastor and while it would be hilarious for him to have a harem of demons pining after him without his knowledge (I diagnose him aroace oblivious) - there is something that speaks to me about Adamapple in a way that makes me go feral.

The enemies to lovers is strong in this one. The themes of redemption, forgotten grudges being recontextualized with growth. Also the size difference 👁️👄👁️ (ADAM HOLDING HIM WITH HIS WING??? EXCUSE ME???)

I understand in theory why radioapple is so popular, they did act p gay in dad beat dad :/ but it just doesn't tickle my fancy that much! Dunno why! I think I can only think of "why does Alastor antagonize Lucifer so much? Why does he want to seem like a father figure to Charlie? WHATS HIS FUCKING DEAL??? ALASTOR TELL ME YOUR SECRETS" and I have room for nothing else lol.

That being said I don't have a problem with any ships at all! This is a judgement free zone! Everyone can ship anything they like. I don't care that Alastor is aroace bc characters are straight all the time and I never care about that either! Sure, it's important to not go overboard and disrespect their actual identity, but fanon is about having fun and it's not like there aren't aroace people that didn't change labels later. You could make Alastor realize he's actually demisexual or whatever. Knock yourself out. I myself quite like some vox x alastor, just because it's a similar flavor to adamsapple lmfao.

My favorite trope ever in fiction is definitely, 100000%, enemies to lovers. UGH I EAT THAT SHIT RIGHT UP. All my biggest ships are that. Though for adamsapple I also enjoy some enemies to enemies with benefits lol.

I have a love/hate relationship with their size difference because yessssssss cuteeeeeee. But also it's a bitch to draw and fit them in the same panel lol

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Been like, really into Gods, myths ect and I'm fully aware that Reaper and Grimm are based on the two sides of "Death" in Greek Mythology, Grimm symbolising the gentler side of death with Reaper being the gross, disturbing side of the brother's work. It's debatable what Gods actually symbolise these two halves- Thanatos, some people argue Hades, hell, even Persephone is on the roster considering how little we can scavenge up about her, but one thing that's for certain is that Hades is the most well-known "Death" god, whether it be reaping or sowing such events. So based off this, we can conclude that offering such things that one would to Hades and Thanatos would be a safe bet, and funnily enough, most of the well-known offerings are stuff crows like.

Stones, dark jems such as monkstone, coins, and candles.

Fruits and herbs, one of the most on the nose fruits being pomegranates.

Incense choises are commonly winter scents, or just ones that have little scent overall

Flowers, food and from what I could scavenge meat?, pinned butterflies or butterfly wings.

Horns, bones, clean remains of what was once alive. CLEAN is a keyword, don't bother offering it if it's a mess of bone, blood 'nd stuff.

An odd one mostly directed at Grimm I'd assume is offering up small bugs about to die to the alter being used and letting them die peacfully and naturally. A being of calm death prefers such an ending for things around them.

Uh anyways yeah. I can imagine Dust having a rotating alter offerings using a (longer) list like this one.. or maybe he knows it all off by heart. I don't know. GOD I LOVE DUST AND THE REAPERTALE BROTHERS. Death's beloved priest(ess). Sighhhhh <3

Ugh I love thinking about any type of religion or religious practices the utmv may or may not engage in or believe in. Especially when we consider there’s an entire au about the Greek pantheon, and could even be different aus where the characters are gods and goddesses of other pantheons like the Celtic or Kemetism (Color 💕) or Slavic.

Considering I remember hearing somewhere that Murder knows how to set traps (can’t remember for sure), he could make use of any animals he catches for food by repurposing their bones and meat for offerings—after throughly cleaning them of course. And I wonder if he puts any of the coins to use by maybe whatever G he finds in aus that have went through Genocides or are just abandoned.

And maybe Murder, if able, keeps a little journal detailing his journey with Death. Like a correspondence—a back and forth with the gods of Death, learning to understand the ways They communicate to figure how preferred offerings and maybe even any preferences for devotional acts? And I can imagine Murder brings Them lots and lots of flowers, perhaps of the deadly and poisonous variety despite Death’s protests.

And maybe when he’s with Nightmare, he doesn’t have any big or extravagant altars for both safety and convenience, but he does have like a little portable alter in those little mint tins. He places drawings of Death’s likenings, coins, flower petals, bits of bone in there and carries it around everywhere.

Perhaps he makes up for the inability to openly worship in a noticeable way by wearing jewelry of those specific gemstones—even though Death very likely doesn’t have any issues with how he worships now. They’d prefer if he remains safe first and foremost.

But imagine once he gets free and is in the Omega Timeline, able to have a second chance and a new start at life, he rather excitedly and eagerly starts building up a bigger altar to Death and They are very excited for him and just proud of him and all his hard work and progress.

{ @yourlocaltrasheater }

[asliceoftoast]

while i'm back home and no longer in seattle, the writing streak continues!

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April and Arizona rounded the corner of the hospital wing. Brushing a wavy bang out of her face and tucking the strand of hair behind her ear, April looked at her friend. She leaned in slightly, eyes scanning the room for familiar faces before telling Arizona what she had witnessed an hour earlier in a soft whisper against the blonde’s ear.

“What!” Arizona whisper-screamed. “I can’t believe that.” They stopped at the counter of the pit’s desk, and April leaned over to put back her tablet. 

“I know! They look like such a picture-perfect couple, but imagine my surprise when I walk into an on-call room and he’s getting another nurse out of her scrubs while his wife is in the middle of surgery.”

“Ugh, I can’t imagine.” The pediatric surgeon shuddered, feet tapping the floor as she moved. “Gosh, do you think she knows?”

“Uh-” April sighed as a depressed sound fell out of her mouth. “Well, I think she’ll find out soon because apparently I’m not the only person who walked in on them today.” Blue eyes widened in shock as Arizona absorbed the information. “You would think they would lock the door after the first time.” 

April’s brows screwed together, disgust rising in her chest. It was at times like this that she was immensely grateful for her husband and remembered just how lucky she was to have him.

“Honestly, she’s too good for him,” Arizona added. “I hope she knows that. She’s a badass surgeon and she’s such a sweetheart. I can’t believe that he did that.”

“I can’t imagine what’s going to happen to their marriage now. They have two young kids to think of too. God, why would he do that?!”

“Men,” Arizona muttered. The two shared a moment of silence, sitting on the drama that was swirling around the hospital that day. “Quick question.” April hummed, tapping on her phone to respond to her husband’s latest text as Arizona tilted her shoulders to face her. “What would you do if Jackson ever cheated?”

April snorted, knowing full well that he never would. For her, cheating was a non-negotiable. She had no second chances to give when it came to that. “If he ever does that, I’m going to divorce him.”

Arizona peered over the redhead’s shoulders, watching the plastic surgeon slowly sway as he walked. His blue eyes were missing their normal Avery sparkle as the color drained from his face.

“D-d-divorce,” he mumbled under his breath.

April spun around, a bright smile illuminating her face as she saw him. “Hi, baby.”

“What did you just say?”

“Hi, baby?” Her voice skewed upwards, repeating her greeting.

“No, before that. Is it because I didn’t use the key hook last night?” April’s head tilted, confusion clouding her warm reception. “Or is it because I don’t like leftovers?”

“Jackson, what are you talking about? You know that doesn’t bother me anymore.”

Jackson talked to himself, voice low and confused. He continued to ramble while April and Arizona stared on. 

“Babe, are you okay? You’ve been acting a little weird since you came.”

Arizona tapped April’s arm, drawing the trauma surgeon’s attention. “Hi,” she smiled, quickly dropping the corner of her lips as she spoke again. “Can I jump in for a sec?” April nodded along, and Arizona whispered into her ear. “I think all he got from our conversation was ‘I’m going to divorce him.’”

April’s eyes widened, snapping back to her husband who stood dejected a few feet away. “Divorce?” She grabbed onto his wrist, and his eyes turned to her. “Why would I want to divorce you when it was so hard to marry you?”

He swallowed, looking back and forth between his wife and her best friend. “I heard you say it though.”

April sighed, stepping in to wrap her arms around him. “Arizona asked what I would do if you ever cheated on me.” 

It was like the thought of even being associated with the action was repulsive, the flit of anger passing through his body before he quickly assured April that he would never do that. He paused, one eyebrow arching as it dawned on him. 

“Is this about you walking in on someone today in the oncall room?”

“You know about that already?”

“Half the hospital knows by now. I believe the nurses said you turned bright red and told them to lock the door after scolding him for cheating.” Jackson snaked his arms around his wife’s waist, assured that he was not getting divorced any time soon.

She sent him a dejected smile, “I don’t think they listened to me though.”

[bougiebutchbitch]

Desperately gnawing on the concept of a universe-swap fic where Batman winds up with Jokester and Joker winds up with Owlman...

CN: violence, smut, violent smut insinuated, dubcon insinuated

Batman doesn’t trust Jokester at first - how can he? But the more he learns about the other universe and his counterpart, the more he understands. The more he believes. The more he starts to let himself feel what he’s never allowed himself to feel.

After all, is Jokester not what he’s always searched for? A light within the monstrous dark; a beacon of hope on which Batman has burnt himself so many times, he’s almost given up and doused the flames? A sign that not even the Joker is irredeemable in every iteration of this world?

But if that’s true, then the Owlman must be a sign that Batman is far from uncorruptable, too.

Jokester is as much of a flirt as the man he replaced, albeit with significantly less blood on his hands. He teases, he pushes. Batman can’t help but fall.

Far away, in another world, Joker gnaws his cheeks raw and gnashes his teeth, because he knows - he just knows - that his Bat would love that snivelling, pathetic, defanged version of himself, who gets all squeamish about murder and maiming and - ugh, oh, isn’t he just an embarrassment to every other Joker in the multiverse?

Why, the thought that his first time with the Bat might be stolen by that purple-haired little trollop is almost as offensive as it’s hilarious.

But if Batman is honking the wrong clown’s horn, why shouldn’t Joker have some fun of his own, huh? Especially since the big, bad Bat - no, Owl - of this world really puts the emphasis on the ‘bad’. He doesn’t bother with all those silly silly morals that hold Joker and Batman apart. He rules Gotham with an iron fist, and Joker can’t wait to get it around his throat. 

#

And thus, for a while, on both sides of the divide, everything feels exactly as it should be.

But it’s not long before the cracks begin to show.

#

Batman buries his fingers in purple hair when he kisses his partner at the end of each patrol. He feels the soft curls tangling in the heavy, armoured joints of his gloves, the warmth of the mouth against his, the acid scars and the strange, mutated smoothness of Jokester’s skin. And every time, he shuts his eyes and tries not to think of green.

#

One night, hungry for a dance, Joker nicks a bunch of chemicals from the mansion’s bathroom and blows one wing of the house sky-high. But when the caped crusader of Gotham pummels him into the floor (and then the bed) in punishment, mouth tight with fury under his cowl, his cloak is white, not black.

When Joker calls him Brucie, Owlman sneers and tells him Bruce Wayne is dead. A heavy collar clicks shut around Joker’s neck as he laughs and laughs and laughs until it’s almost screaming.

#

One night, Jokester takes Batman up to the roof of the tallest skyscraper in Gotham - one of Wayne Enterprises’, of course. He gazes out over a cityscape so familiar, yet so different. So twisted in such alien ways.

“Well,” he says, in that acid-scratch voice, like he’s been gargling with bleach. “This has been swell, partner. 10/10 on Trip Advisor, for sure. But it’s been a long staycation, and I’m not the only one who’s been thinking of home, sweet home.”

Bruce’s brows furrow beneath the cowl until they match Batman’s permanent black rubber frown. “What do you mean? This is my home, right here.”

The look Jokester shoots him is rather too knowing. For a moment, in the distorted glare of the reflected city lights, his green jacket almost looks purple.

Bruce’s tongue works dryly against his throat as he swallows. “It could be your home, too.”

Jokester pats his cheek, drawing back along the thin ledge that separates the roof from the empty night sky. “I bet you say that to all the clowns...”

“I’m serious. You don’t have to go back.”

Gotham - his Gotham - is so much better now. No more Joker gas. No more regular mass-murders or breakouts from Arkham. No more monthly birthday presents.

Batman still feels that strange tightening in his abdomen when the end of the month approaches. He used to think it was worry about what mayhem Joker would wreak next.

Now he’s not so sure.

“What about my world?” the Jokester wants to know. “Ol’ Owlie’s gonna find plenty of entertainment with my worse half, for sure - but just think of the mess I’ll have to clean when I get back!” He flashes his dark-painted nails. “This manicure is not made for housework, I’m afraid.”

Batman reaches out, but Jokester dances away so his hand closes on air rather than his arm, windmilling his arms with pantomimed clumsiness, the toes of his dress shoes slipping against the roof’s edge, like he couldn’t balance along a tightrope as easily as Selina.

“I don’t want you to go back.”

Jokester goes still, balance perfect despite his ungainly pose, then slowly resettles on the balls of his feet, hands dropping to his sides. His face is all familiar marble lines. Bruce knows them so well he could sculpt him with his eyes shut - but he’s never seen this particular expression on his Joker.

Regret.

“I want to go back,” he murmurs, and it strikes Batman suddenly, guiltily, that maybe he isn’t the only one who’s bit his tongue at the point of climax to keep the wrong name from spilling out.

There’s little more to say, after that. Perhaps Bruce should fight harder to convince Jokester to say. He should definitely fight harder to convince himself that’s the outcome he wants.

But he doesn’t.

#

He takes the world-swap project off hold, and within a week he has a working prototype. He kisses Jokester one last time, as they wait for the machine to power up. It’s a goodbye. It’s a thank you. It’s a silent, soft understanding - one neither of them will get from anyone else (already, the rest of the Batfam, who had grudgingly begun to welcome a purple-haired clown at their table, have evacuated the house and fled for their respective corners of the city).

Batman will miss them. Hell, he’ll miss him. As he curls his arms around Jokester’s body - the body he’s sending back to face a version of himself built from Bruce’s deepest desires and his compounded nightmares - tilting him back, deepening the kiss, he wonders if he’s making the worst mistake of his life.

But then, his mouth fills with the hot wash of blood. The spidery hands on his shoulders tense into claws, nails scraping sharp across the Kevlar plates. The machine’s hum reaches its crescendo. The lights flicker, then dim. Sparks burst from a console; something, somewhere, goes Zzzzzzp. The world tilts ten degrees starboard, then realigns like it’s settling after a wave, and the clown in Bruce’s embrace is suddenly all edges rather than soft compliance.

There’s a moment where that thin, rangy form winds tight like he might bolt or bite. But he only draws back far enough to slap Bruce across the face. Hard.

Bruce jerks, pain exploding through his right ear. “Ow?”

“Ow?” Joker rages. “Ow? Took you long enough! What’s the matter - you decided you prefer the grape flavor, over lime?”

He looks incredible. Vicious green eyes and knife-sharp bones and fists balled so tight at his sides they very-almost quiver. The springy curls wrapped around the fingers of Batman’s gauntlets are green. As they’re supposed to be.

He also looks terrible. Black eyes, hunched posture like he’s cracked a rib or five. Bruises everywhere Batman can see. Blood, too. Clothes in tatters, his acrid scent muddied with burnt mortar and singed hair. Like he’s been running, fighting, running again, for a very long time. Chased and caught and chased and caught over and over, a mouse beneath the paw of a cat.

Just like he’s always wanted, right? A nemesis who loves the dance as much as he.

“I honestly figured you were enjoying yourself,” Batman admits.

Joker huffs, crossing his spindly arms. “I was. Other-you - although he’s not other-you for your flesh mask, by the way? Just to make things more confusing! He’s a riot. Same stoic straight-man to my clowning routine. Same willingness to demonstrate that straight-man really ain’t the best description. But he’s completely absent of a moral compass! No more Joker, you can’t do that, or Joker, stop before you hurt anyone else, or Joker, won’t you think of the children?” Joker clasps his hands to his chest with a dreamy sigh. “Oh, why would I ever want to leave?”

Why indeed?

Batman’s gaze clings to the white metal collar wrapping Joker’s neck. He’s never gone quite that far before. Just as Joker hadn’t gone quite as far with him as Jokester had - straddling Bruce on the mussed sheets of his penthouse King-Size, riding him fast then slow. Panting, whining, dragging Bruce’s hand to feel that slick, hot, perfect point of connection where he stretched his clown out on his cock. Leaning forward to catch him in a kiss, purple curls tickling Bruce’s cheeks...

Batman tries not to dwell on that. Like he tries not to dwell on the nauseating coil of hot and cold, intrigue and repulsion, that wraps as tightly around his guts as that collar on Joker’s throat.

“Sometimes,” he says, as the lights slowly buzz back to full, illuminating the interior of one of the many abandoned warehouses at the edge of the docks, “we get what we wished for. Only to realize...”

He trails off, unsure how to finish. But Joker breaks into a beam that has no right to look so gleeful, with so much blood caked to his face. Although, at a closer look, Batman reckons only half of it’s his.

Joker left a scar on his counterpart. The thought sparks a strange marriage of envy and pride.

“That what we wanted was right beside us all along?” Joker chirps, batting his eyelashes. “My, Mr Batman B. Wayne! Is this where you get down on one knee?” He holds out one slender hand, like he’s showing off a ring. Or the knot at the knuckle of his ring finger, where the bone has been pulled from the joint and twisted abnormally to the side, no doubt while escaping cuffs. “Pick any stone but amethyst.”

Batman still doesn’t know if he’s walking the right path. Should he have insisted that Jokester stay for Gotham’s sake, while letting the other world burn? Or just that the Jokester stay for his own sake, so he won’t be delivered into the waiting arms of a monster like the Owlman?

But Batman’s monster is right here.

“I’m taking you back to Arkham,” he says, burying his fist in Joker’s collar, tugging him out the warehouse and towards the idling car. Then, when Joker pouts - evidently too injured, too exhausted, to put up much of a fight - “After we visit the cave, and get that thing off your neck.”

That perks Joker up; he trots the rest of the way to the car and plonks himself in the passenger seat while Batman enables the prisoner controls. Once there, he leans back against the headrest, stretching out the long, lean line of his throat. His skin is rudely white against the shadows. Like something cut from paper, or bone.

“Why? Wanna replace it with one of your own?”

He laughs when Batman fumbles the wrong button, sending out a loud blare of police radio static. The cackle is high and ugly and utterly, inescapably him.

Batman basks in it. Then he slams the correct button, tough fabric restraints wrapping around Joker’s chest and pinning him tight to the chair. He settles into the driver’s seat while Joker’s still sniggering and roars away as the warehouse bursts into flame, erasing all evidence of their collision between worlds - except that which lives on in the memories of one bat, one owl, and two clowns.

[callsign-rogueone]

i think maybe i have the wrong image of sawyer in my head. i've got to admit the earlier chapters kinda went over my head bc there was so much worldbuilding and other details going on. but do you have any reference or inspo pics of how you see sawyer? :)

absolutely! 🥰

I imagine him like Liam but a little less muscular and kinda ginger? maybe because they’re always talking about his freckles hehe

I checked a few wiki sites and none of them have confirmed his eye color, and his hair is ambiguous too but people often draw him strawberry blonde or ginger. and I think blue or green eyes would be cute for him.

description from the first time we meet him ⬇️

I have mixed feelings about AI art but I like this one, he’s such a cutie (this one has him more blonde than I typically imagine though). definitely a “pretty boy”!

here’s some boys from Pinterest who fit the vibe I have in mind:

as for personality (ik you didn’t ask but I just like talking about him lol), we get a bit of that in the books (quick to defend his friends, bromance with Ridoc…) but a big thing for me about him is his confidence level. he has some generalized anxiety about making it out of there alive (like everyone does) but it’s made a lot worse by the fact that he wasn’t chosen for his first year.

this one’s from iron flame but I cropped out the context in case you haven’t gotten there yet, but ouch

and from fourth wing about him getting his signet: (poor bb. the silverware won’t hurt you, I promise)

like 🥺 I just want to hold him and give him positive affirmations. he deserves the world 🧡🧡

edit to add: the image you have can’t be wrong, per se. we’re given certain things in the text and the rest is up to you and your imagination! I’ve seen a bunch of different interpretations of all the characters and it’s cool to see what other people see :)

people making Xaden Bodhi and Ridoc white is a different thing though, ugh

[drades-lair]

Alternative payment

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Strella

Dusk hung heavy like the musty smell of a dirty motel room, flickering neon buzzing through the silence of the evening. A warm yellow light highlighted every imperfection of this grimy motel room, long shadows stretching across the creaky floorboards as Striker tapped a holy bullet on the decrepit wooden desk. The weary wooden chair wailed from Striker leaning back on it’s two back legs with one leg crossed over the other, one arm draped over it’s back while his opposite hand held the grimy corded motel room phone to his ear.

“Ma’am, Ya know how this works. I don’t work for free,” Striker stated calmly into the phone.

A moment of silence fell upon the room with Striker glancing at his hat hanging on the bed post across the room.

“Payment or nothin’,” Striker snarled into the phone.

Another small stretch of silence filled the room followed by the light glinting off Striker’s golden fang as a wide smirk spread across his features.

“I’m willin’ ta accept an alternative form of payment,” Striker coyly confirmed.

…

The towering ice sculpture of a castle glistened against the lifeless snowscape, Striker’s breath ghosting in the cold winds to mingle with the steam coming off Bombproof. Easing the hell steed to a stop near the base of the castle front stairs Striker dismounted proof as two white hellhounds approached. Handing over Bombproof’s reins the hounds guided the steed to the left towards what appeared to be a shelter of a sort while Striker made his way up the stairs to the large ornate double doors. A short crimson male imp opened the doors upon hearing Striker’s knock allowing the pale imp to enter, shrugging off his poncho which he hung on the nearby coat hanger before pulling off his hat to brush the snow off it. The small butler imp closed the door behind Striker then gestured towards the large, elegant staircase before nodding and leaving without a single word.

Striker huffed then moved towards the staircase, ascending to the third floor also known as the royal wing. Two sets of ornate double doors awaited Striker at the top of the staircase, the second set being his destination at which point he gingerly rapped on them with his knuckles. Stella’s voice came from within permitting entry prompting the pale imp to push open one of the doors and walk inside the exuberant bedroom. A swift glance around revealed a massive walk-in closet to his right, scanning towards the left a large four poster bed with two side tables came into sight followed by two massive high chests against the left-hand wall and finally a bathroom was in the far-left hand corner. Striker’s face contorted into a disgusted expression for a moment, stepping to the center of the room when the bathroom light flicked off promptly drawing his attention.

“Humph, I didn’t think you’d actually come,” Stella scoffed, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom wearing a long shimmering pink robe that pooled on the floor around her feet.

“I’d never pass up payment,” Striker retorted.

“Ugh, of course. You imps are all the same,” Stella stated disgustedly.

“Funny how that works, gettin’ somethin’ and havin’ ta pay for it,” Striker shot back.

Stella glided across the floor towards the four-poster bed, standing next to it as she turned to face Striker. The pale imp moved slightly closer putting him about an inch from the end of the bed, hands on his hips as he smirked.

“I still can’t believe you won’t take a later payment especially when you know I’m good for it,” Stella complained, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I don’t trust no one, especially a blue blood. Now are we gonna get this thing goin’?” Striker inquired, raking his eyes down Stella’s covered form.

“Humph, for someone who ‘despises’ blue bloods you’re sure anxious to sleep with one,” Stella scoffed, subtly shifting away from Striker’s gaze.

“Like I said, I’m not about to walk away from payment plus I gotta get kicks where I can,” Striker shot back, smirk growing wider.

“Disgusting imp…how’s about I double the pay when I next pay you,” Stella offered.

“I already told Ya that ain’t gonna happen, either Ya pay me tonight one way or another or…Ya cancel the whole thing,” Striker insisted.

“Uh…well…I…that is…why don’t you just take a vase or something,” Stella persisted.

“Ha! Do Ya have any idea how quickly I’d be caught for sellin’ somethin’ from a royal palace? Nah, there’s a reason I only do cash,” Striker responded.

Stella was clearly attempting to come up with any alternative to the ‘payment’ Striker was willing to take that evening, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. Eventually the swan gave a defeated sigh, settling onto the beds edge as her gaze averted to the glossy floor.

“Fine, have your ‘payment’ then,” Stella conceded.

“Alright then,” Striker vaguely responded, arching a brow at the tone Stella had used.

Gingerly the pale imp shrugged off his jacket promptly tossing it onto the shay that sat at the foot of the bed followed by unbuttoning his vest, shrugging one arm out while using his teeth to remove his glove on the opposite hand. Stella felt a warmth rise in her cheeks at seeing this display and her thighs tingled slightly. Striker finished removing his vest as well as his gloves leaving only his black long-sleeved shirt, moving closer to Stella who’s lightly blushing cheeks brought a satisfied smirk to his face.

“Come now darlin’, I ain’t gonna be doin’ this all on my lonesome,” Striker cooed, tone smooth as he swaggered over to stand in front of Stella while rolling his sleeves up.

“Don’t fucking rush me! I’m…just…biding my time…perhaps I want to see you first,” Stella stammered briefly before re-adhering her usual pompous demeanour.

“Uh nah, that ain’t how this works darlin’. I don’t just give up the goods for nothin’,” Striker corrected.

“Proves your nothing but a heathen, you should earn seeing me,” Stella reiterated however by this point Striker had picked up on her futile attempts to stall this out. Continuing to coyly smirk Striker slid his hands up Stella’s thick thighs underneath her robe causing the swan to release a shrill croon before jerking away as one of her hands unconsciously grabbed at the neck of her robe. Striker cocked an eyebrow while pulling his hands away to place them on his own hips, smirk dropping from his lips.

“What was that?” Striker questioned.

“Uh…um…nothing…it was nothing,” Stella stammered out, face beat red as she refused to look at Striker.

“Seemed like more then nothin’,” Striker stated.

“No, no, no, it was nothing!” Stella insisted.

Striker gave a hum of disbelief then pounced onto Stella sending her backwards onto the bed with a small squeak. Smirk returning to his features the pale imp pulled back slightly to run a claw down the center of the swan’s chest, gingerly pulling her robe open just enough to expose the meat of her breasts. Giving Stella no time to react Striker grabbed both her breasts in his hands, kneading them causing a surprised noise to escape the swan.

“No more stallin’,” Striker grumbled, sliding his hands into Stella’s robe promptly pulling both her breasts out.

“Oh!” Stella exclaimed in further surprise as Striker rolled her nipples between his pointer finger and thumbs.

Stella shifted her head to the side, chin dipping slightly to her shoulder as her surprise faded into a series of soft moans. Striker continued to expertly ‘tend’ to Stella’s breasts, massaging gingerly while leaning down to suckle at the tender flesh before drawing a nipple into his mouth to tease between his teeth. Stella’s head tipped backwards, eyes drawing closed with a soft moan as Striker lightly bit down on her nipple promptly distracting her from his slithering tail sliding underneath the hem of her robe and between her thighs. Stella exclaimed again only louder this time as Striker’s tail spade slid lightly between the swan’s folds, rubbing lightly against her clit slowly building the slick from her cunt. Stella clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle the loud noises that were uncontrollably escaping her, admittedly she wasn’t used to sex feeling this good…it was foreign yet amazing. Stella was so distracted by all the sensations she failed to notice Striker pulling off her breasts until she felt cool air hitting her entire body promptly drawing her attention downwards and revealing Striker had pulled her robe completely open. A strange honk slipped from Stella’s maw as her face went redder than it had been, one arm hugging across her stomach area while the other tucked around her chest with a fist up by her mouth, her legs squirming to cross all in an effort to hide her body from Striker’s golden gaze.

“Come now Darlin’, no need ta hide,” Striker coyly purred, moving his tail spade slightly along Stella’s slick folds causing her to shudder.

“N-No…you can’t see me…” Stella stammered out.

“Why not? I just had Yer tit in my mouth, I’m sure seein’ the rest of Ya will be fine,” Striker chuckled pointedly licking his lips.

“T-That’s different…my tits aren’t disgusting,” Stella whispered the last part so low Striker nearly missed what she’d said however he hadn’t, and the implication of the statement made his eyebrows raise and eyes widen in surprise.

“Disgustin’? Ya think Ya look disgustin’?” Striker quarried in confusion.

“Isn’t that obvious? I’m fat,” Stella mumbled around her clenched fist, refusing to meet Striker’s gaze. The pale imp shifted his tail to wrap around one of Stella’s thick thighs then shifted to straddle those same thighs promptly allowing his hands to gingerly caress along Stella’s sides where her other arm wasn’t covering.

“Nah, Yer thick but not fat,” Striker corrected, hands gliding along her curves.

“What’s the difference?” Stella mumbled again, eyes growing glossy as they appeared to tear up.

“A lot, some hellions aren’t the size of a twig Ya know. I personally enjoy a little meat on my women,” Striker briefly explained, grabbing onto Stella’s hips to knead gingerly at them.

“Wait! You…like the way I look?” Stella inquired, eyes darting to Striker for the first time.

“Yep, course I expected a Goetia ta be pretty,” Striker confirmed with a smirk as he sat back with his hands on his own thighs.

“Oh…my…” Stella softly stammered out, averting her gaze again only this time it was a shy look that crossed her features.

Slowly Stella started moving her hands to either side of her body when suddenly Striker snatched her wrists and pinned them to either side of her head promptly putting them nose to nose. A final smirk crossed the imp’s features before he pressed their lips together in a deep lust filled kiss. Pulling from the kiss Striker lathed his tongue along Stella’s jawline to her neck where he pressed more kisses to her pulse point then sucked a hickey into the spot before proceeding to her nape. The pale imp left a soft bite on Stella’s nape then another on her right breast before proceeding down her body, planting kisses all the way down her stomach then licking a strip up it. Shifting himself off the bed to settle between Stella’s thighs Striker bit the swan’s right hip while raking his claws lightly along her thick thighs as he rested her calves on his shoulders. Stella panted softly as she watched Striker, a hand having gone to her mouth where she lightly nibbled on the knuckle of her pointer finger as her other hand gripped the sheets palm up near her head. Striker kissed Stella’s inner thighs, his mustache lightly tickling them before he bit down then licked to the junction where her thigh met her pussy. This was Striker’s first look at the swan’s folds, a pretty pinky purple hue that faded the further from the core it got and glossy with slick.

Stella shuddered as Striker’s finger lightly slid from the top of her pussy to her vaginal opening yet didn’t enter then his warm wet tongue slid heavily upwards from where his finger had left off. Stella bolted up onto her forearms with a look of confusion on her features.

“Ah! Wait! What are you doing!?” Stella exclaimed.

“Mm, Yer taste is addictive,” Striker responded licking his lips.

“Y-You…can’t lick there…that’s…dirty…” Stella stammered out; embarrassment sternly situated on her features.

“Ha-ha, I gotta say it’s been a long time since I’ve had someone as adorably inexperienced as Ya,” Striker laughed heartily causing Stella to grow further embarrassed.

“What do you mean by that?” Stella irritably squawked, cheeks puffing out slightly in annoyance.

“Just relax ma’am, let ol’ Striker take care of Ya,” Striker’s tone shifted to a lower octave, sending a chill down Stella’s spine straight to her aching cunt. Thinking for a moment she gingerly eased herself back down to the mattress, hands resting above her head as she submits to Striker’s will.

Satisfied Striker leaned back down to lick another strip along Stella’s slick folds then another, slowly pressing harder to push his tongue just beyond them till he flicked her clit with the tip. Stella’s body slightly jerked off the bed as she released a muffled little noise from inside her throat, hands lightly tangling in the sheets prompting Striker to flick it again and again. Watching Stella’s reactions Striker used two fingers to spread the swan’s folds, revealing her swelling nub thus allowing him to latch his mouth completely over it. Stella started moaning out loud, squirming as Striker sucked rhythmically at her clit, flicking his tongue in between to change the sensations causing slick to ooze from Stella’s cunt onto his chin. Stella’s mind was fogged over with ecstasy then she felt two of Striker’s fingers press gently inside her slick cunt, gently feeling around for a moment when suddenly they rubbed against a spot that made her release a loud curse that faded to a light whimper. Striker’s other arm pressed against her lower abdomen to hold Stella’s hips steady while his fingers began swiftly thrusting in and out of her, making certain to rub that one spot the entire time as he sucked her clit in alternating rhythms.

“S-Striker…. oh…ah…ah…oh…fuck! Mm…I think…I think I have to…pee…” Stella whimpered out, however instead of stopping Striker increased his pace.

Stella chanted a string of no’s moments before orgasming, body arching off the bed as juices uncontrollably spurted from her cunt. The high of orgasm was laced with embarrassment as Stella was certain she’d just pissed herself in front of this imp, who brought his soaking fingers up to his mouth to suck clean.

“Hmm, haven’t made a woman squirt in a while…glad ta see I still got it,” Striker cockily boasted.

“Made a…what?” Stella stammered in confusion.

“Squirt, Ya never done that before?” Striker inquired, gently pressing his hand to Stella’s wet cunt and rubbing along it.

“No…I thought I…peed myself,” Stella explained.

“Nah, Ya just came,” Striker corrected.

“Oh…” Stella shyly responded.

“Ha-ha…never thought Ya’d be this adorable ta fuck. Ya wanna move up the bed?” Striker chuckled softly before suggesting.

“Humph, fine,” Stella huffed, moving to shift herself up onto the bed properly.

Striker proceeded to remove his damp black long sleeve, tossing it onto the shay near the base of the bed to join his other clothing articles. Stella starred at the lean muscular physic of the pale imp, taking in every scar before Striker came striding over to the bed however before he clambered onto it, she noticed that his light-colored jeans had become noticeably tighter in the front. The pale imp was about to settle once more between Stella’s thighs when the swan stopped him causing a look of confusion to cross his features. Gingerly Stella repositioned them both so that Striker was leaning against the headboard while she crawled up to him, the pale imp cocking a curious eyebrow to match his equally as curious head tilt. Stella’s hand lightly caressed the bulge of his jeans promptly shifting Striker’s confused expression into that cocky smirk once again. Stella’s fingers moved to pop the button on Striker’s pants followed by slowly sliding the zipper down revealing the clear outline of Striker’s cock inside his boxer briefs.

Pleased with the look of Striker’s cock Stella stroked the outline however her pleased expression turned to confusion as her fingers moved over a series of small bumps along either side of Striker’s shaft. Seeking to sate her new curiosity Stella pulled Striker’s boxer briefs down over his cock causing her eyes to grow wide, in addition to being decent sized it had a series of 1inch black barbs on either side. Curious Stella took Striker’s cock in her hands, lightly caressing her fingertips along the shaft while her thumbs toyed with the barbs eliciting a soft hum from Striker’s throat. Stella stroked Striker’s cock base causing the barbs to slowly move upwards only to flatten back out when she’d stop, licking a strip up the underside of Striker’s cock made the imp moan softly.

“Do you want me to suck you?” Stella inquired with a coy smirk however the swan’s attempt to be mischievous was swiftly shattered as she looked up. Striker was staring down at her with those intense yellow eyes, smirk still plastered on his features as he breathed slightly heavier, it was a look that made Stella’s heart pound and heat race to pool in her nether regions.

“Whatchya think?” Striker retorted in a deep husky tone.

Stella swallowed hard then nodded slowly in confirmation before returning her gaze to the pale imp’s hard cock, lightly holding it in her hands Stella brought her face closer to the head then she tentatively licked it. Striker didn’t respond to the miniscule gesture prompting Stella to lick it again followed by slipping her mouth over it. Sucking liberally while bobbing her head the swan took Striker to the first set of his barbs while she stroked his base with one hand and twisted around the midsection with her other. These actions earned her a descent set of groans that faded into soft moans along with the occasional whispered curse as the pale imp’s breathing started to pick up. Pressing her tongue into the slit Stella slid her fingers from Striker’s cock base to his balls, cupping them then rolling them with light squeezes causing a couple grunts to escape Striker’s chest.

“A-Alright…enough, ENOUGH!” Striker declared in a deep breathy tone, hand grabbing Stella lightly by the feathers at the back of her head to pull her gently off him.

“Why?” Stella questioned, confusion mixing with irritation as she looked up at the pale imp.

“Ha, because it’s time for Ya ta ride this stallion,” Striker huffed a laugh as he gestured to himself.

“Huh? You…You’re okay with me…? What if I…? I’m too…big to ride,” Stella stammered, sitting back on her heels while bringing her hands up to her mouth. Stella averted her gaze to the side at saying the final words making Striker realize that someone had severely damaged the swan’s self esteem, convincing her that she was too fat thus that she wasn’t sexy.

“Ma’am, I said ride me,” Striker’s tone lowered again in a commanding fashion, stern yet caring in someway. Stella perked at the command with a deep flush returning to her cheeks as she looked from the bedding then to Striker again who started removing his pants.

Stella silently obeyed after Striker stripped himself of the last remnants of clothing, he had on then leaned back to wait for Stella to get into position. The swan gingerly straddled the pale imp’s hips, his cock rubbing lightly along her ass crack as her hands rested on his chest however, she was clearly hesitant to do anything further. Seeking to ease some of Stella’s tension Striker brought both hands to her thighs where he rubbed gingerly while dragging his claws lightly along her feathered flesh followed by caressing the edge of his tail spade directly down her spine then back up.

“A-Are you sure?” Stella questioned in a breathy voice, her inner thighs becoming slick with anticipation.

“Darlin’, I wouldn’t have told Ya ta ride me if I wasn’t,” Striker stated, shifting his hands underneath Stella’s thighs and in one smooth movement he lifted her up much to the swan’s surprise.

Stella yelped in shocked surprise, fading into a moan as Striker positioned her over the head of his cock. Gently Striker lowered Stella onto himself carefully watching her expression as his barbs pressed into her. A small glimmer of pain flashed across the swan’s features each time Striker’s barbs entered her however that pain swiftly faded into a look of pleasure prompting him to keep lowering her until he bottomed out with Stella sitting fully on his cock.

“See, everything is fine,” Striker pointed out while the two of them adjusted.

“I…suppose so. Feels strange though,” Stella commented giving a little wiggle.

“Ha-ha, not the first time I’ve heard that,” Striker chuckled.

Allowing a small giggle to escape herself, Stella took a few seconds more to adjust then she placed her hands back on Striker’s chest to push herself up resulting in Striker’s barbs dragging along her insides in a tantalizing manner. Stella nearly pulled all the way off before pushing back down forcing a breathy moan from them both prompting her to do it again and again till a steady rhythm was set. Not used to the position Stella got tired swifter then she expected causing her to shift to taking Striker in shorter strokes apparently this wasn’t lost on Striker as he once more placed his hands under her thighs, lifting her with each stroke to assist. The closer they got the faster the pace became, both breathing hard between kisses and curses when suddenly Stella gave a yelp as she was flipped out of nowhere. Striker was looming above her now, covered in sweat that caused his white hair to stick around his face, hands planted on either side of Stella’s body. Without missing a beat Striker picked up the pace from where they’d left off, but he pressed deeper with each stroke causing Stella’s legs to hook around his waist, she felt Striker twitching inside her indicating he was about to cum prompting him to start pulling out much to her dismay.

“NO! Don’t pull out! Please, don’t pull out! Cum inside me!” Stella pleaded, shifting her legs to behind Striker’s ass to hold him inside her.

“Ya…sure…. I’m not wearin’ a condom…” Striker panted out.

“Y-Yes…it…doesn’t…matter…please!” Stella panted out in turn. 

“Alright…” Striker trailed off, shoving himself deep into Stella’s wet heat to make those last few strokes count.

The duo orgasmed simultaneously with Stella’s head whipping backwards, eyes squeezing shut, body arching with a moaning cry while Striker stiffened with a grunting groan, hips stuttering with each spurt of cum he pumped into the swan. Stella’s moans faded into surprised whimpers upon feeling Striker’s barbs expand inside her almost to an uncomfortable level, his cum adding to the extremely ‘full’ feeling she was experiencing.

“Hey, hey, hey…Sshh, hush Darlin’,” Striker cooed, upon looking up to see Stella’s uncomfortable expression and hear her whimpers. Gently Striker brought a hand up to cup her cheek, nuzzling lightly against her jawline on the opposite side of her face.

“It’s…a lot…” Stella stammered.

“I know, I promise it won’t last long,” Striker assured her, caressing his hand from her cheeks to her breast where he gave it a little squeeze followed by cupping it to start lightly rolling it in his hand.

Stella accepted the imp’s promise, for whatever reason she’d come to trust Striker and as usual he didn’t lie to her. A few minutes of gentle kissing later Striker started gently pulling out of Stella, cum following his cock as it exited her used cunt. Moments later Stella passed out from sheer exhaustion…when she woke up Stella was shocked to find she was laying on her side completely cleaned up, robe fully back in place with one of her bed sheets pulled snuggly over her and sitting on the bed next to her was Striker. The pale imp was back in his jeans leaning against the headboard of the bed casually reading a book, one leg crooked upwards to support the arm he wasn’t using to hold his book. Uncertain what aspect shocked her the most Stella shifted slightly only to moan softly from the slight soreness she felt promptly drawing Striker’s attention towards her.

“Ya alright?” Striker softly asked.

“Uh...yes, I’m just a little sore,” Stella assured him, gingerly sitting up.

“Humph, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Striker huffed with a small smirk, placing his book down on the bed.

“Did you…do all this?” Stella wondered, gesturing to herself.

“Yep, by the way don’t come blamin’ me if Ya get pregnant,” Striker added with a small chuckle. Stella’s face got a serious expression on it at this comment.

“I…can’t,” Stella quietly retorted.

“What?” Striker retorted in turn having not caught what Stella had said.

“I can’t get pregnant, that’s why I told you it didn’t matter,” Stella reiterated.

“Whatchya mean Ya can’t? Don’t Ya have a kid?” Striker wondered curiously cocking a brow.

“Goetia have ways around infertility…I…can’t get pregnant,” Stella slightly elaborated.

“I see…guess in this case it’s a good thing, I can’t wear condoms due to my…unique anatomy thus I’ve gotten good at pullin’ out, but that doesn’t mean I don’t make mistakes from time to time,” Striker explained.

“I guess so…did…did you mean all those things you said?” Stella wondered.

“Sure did, who made Ya believe all that bullshit about Yer weight?” Striker retorted with his own question.

“…my brother,” Stella simply whispered, frown deepening.

“Why in the whole of hell would Yer brother say such things ta Ya?” Striker continued to ask, a slight bit of annoyance rising in his tone.

“It’s not just him…my whole family sees me as nothing but useless…guess they were right, I couldn’t even produce an heir for the Goetia legacy,” Stella answered, moving her arms to wrap around herself.

“That’s such a load of shit! Yer fine, just because a woman can’t create a baby doesn’t mean they ain’t worth anythin’,” Striker stated, tabbing his place in his book then pulling a cigarette case from his back pocket followed by a lighter from his front pocket. Pulling out a cigarette from the flip case Striker popped it into his mouth, flipped the case closed and lit said cigarette all while Stella watched from the corner of her eye. Striker took a long drag then casually released a long string of smoke while staring across the darkened room clearly lost in thought for a few moments.

“No one is worthless…” Striker quietly spoke up, tone carrying a weight that Stella recognized all too well.

Stella released a small quiet hum along with a small nod then held out a hand as an ask for a cigarette. Striker briefly slid his gaze to Stella’s hand then smiled lightly, passing over his cigarette case along with the lighter which she accepted. No further words were spoken between the two as they basked in the aftermath of the evening, enjoying their cigarettes along with one another’s company.  

[originemesis]

@micsmasmuses cont. xxx

“Why would I ask her when we’re separated?” He gives him a confused look. Should he have asked her instead? He could’ve said no. “Do you want me to go ask her instead?” He asks raising a brow at him. He honestly didn’t even consider asking Lilith, Eve? Yeah no. He offered her the apple nothing more. “Since when are you the human expert? You haven’t been there since the garden” he says squinting at him. Pretty sus of you Adam. Is he sneaking to earth? Is that why he dresses like that? Does this man even have money? Lucifer can’t help but look him over again before raising a brow at him. Hes judging very hard right now. Especially with the collar. What a dog.

“Who said we’re flying? Supposed to be incognito smart guy, no flying” he says grabbing his wrist tugging him down to the ground again as he pulls him close. Hand under his chin as he frowns, he’s already inching to take it off unless Adam has other plans. “Ditch the mask or I leave without you.”

"What- you never heard of a rebound? Pretty weak, dude." He mused, pantomiming picking at an ear instead of just tugging his mask off to scratch that itch behind a lobe. "That's how you know you're a real dickmaster. When you hit it so good even your exes come around 'cause they can't just hit it and quit it. Everybody knows that." Obviously. Though his jaunty demeanor frays with the question, his feathers frazzled. "She's gotta be the one that asks, or it doesn't count! Zero dick energy if you ask." Yeah, totally. Absolutely that.

Shaking off the momentary fluster with an aloof shrug of his shoulders, Adam took to scooting a talon under the collar clamped in place in order to slowly spin it in place with enough care behind the supposed idling to ensure the mid section of his neck remained covered for the entirety of the task. "So unbased of you to assume I haven't. Y'know hell isn't the only place that puts on a sick show. Way less syphilis puddles to step in too." He punctuated the point with a snap of teeth and a smirk. He was a dog all right, and the world was his bitch.

He'd only gotten a few wing beats in before hell's overseer yanked him back down- ugh, seriously? Could bro get any more killbuzz? When he was in this pissy sort of mood, there was little else he wanted than to divebomb the ground and using the momentum of pulling up at the last second to ride the currents even higher for the next round. Humans had the right idea with those things they called rollercoasters. Though for all his previous fussing, the angel fell silent a moment as he felt the testy tug of fingers wormed under the jawline of his crash helmet. Not even Lute bothered him this much over the mask, but then again- she knew more about what ticked underneath than what an apple could teach him about himself.

"...wouldn't be, y'know-..." He trailed off as the mask's opening moved up and over his mouth. His eyes were closed when the barrier slid over his lashes as well, the indention of a half-furrowed brow illuminated by the lightest dusting of gold flecks all but hidden at the bridge of his nose if it weren't for the lack of light in the fallen dusk to draw attention to angelic freckles. As if he didn't trust what the other might do with the helmet if he got ahold of it, Adam reached up to grasp a horn and tug to the side- the one that his hair naturally sloped to upon extraction. With the extra weight in his grasp, he let the mask fall down by his hip where his arm would sway a moment from the momentum of its drop.

It was only once his eyes snap open did the permanently tired looking glow of them show their immediate surroundings as puffy and recovering shade of red. The subtle, wet smell of salt lingered. He cleared his throat. "...the end of the world. If ya didn't show up to it, I mean."

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

sorry for asking 2 questions in one day but I NEED to info dump rq !!!

Batty keeps eating the oozsquitoes, so he keeps mutating, making him incredibly strong. And animalistic. So he goes rabid sometimes:).

I head canon that Karai and her siblings have a secret language of chirps, grunts and hiss’ they use to communicate.

Batty is a good singer, but cannot dance for his life. He will just shuffle awkwardly.

Although Batty would like to be romantic, he’s far too shy to actually do anything like cuddling and heaven forbid a kiss; but he’ll still make a card or two. And maybe some flowers. And maybe some cookies-

He’s a good artist, doing mostly doodles and bad portraits because he’s never been able to explore his talent/passion.

Patrick is incredibly flexible too, being able to catch, hold and even draw with his feet!

Patrick doesn’t use his wings that much so they’re often cramped.

During the winter, all the Hamatos take turns cuddling him and using him as a blanket. Even CJ (Casey Jr.) has gotten in on this trend. As much as Batty wants to complain, he likes to be hugged by everyone.

Patrick is a very mixed sleeper. He will either sprawl himself out (when he’s extremely comfortable or with someone he trusts), or will do the “put in a coffin” pose. But when he’s EXTREMELY comfortable he will do the bat-burrito wrap. (Usually, Karai is in the middle of the wrap.)

Batty is on the spectrum, so he finds it hard to express his emotions. He doesn’t know why he wants to flap his wings and hands around wildly when he sees something that makes him happy, but he doesn’t do it out fear. (Btw; this will be a plot point in a little one shot.)

Patrick is surprisingly good with kids, despite being cold on the outside, he has a real soft spot.

Patrick’s wings act like 2nd hands! But, they’re not useful for actual things.

I think Karai has a scar on her back from a Kraang attack (image below ⬇️)

Batty, at first, had a huge rip in his wing from being hurt by a Kraang, but Karai patched him up and now he can fly again!

Patrick used his wings to group hug up to 7 people, if we squish.

Patrick can speak 2 languages: English (fluid) and Brazilian (almost fluid). His mother used to speak Brazilian to him, and he gradually learned. unfortunately, he doesn’t have an accent.

I head canon Niccolo as nonverbal, using hand signs and churrs to communicate to his siblings. I also really like the dynamic of mute/nonverbal (nicolo) and the one person that understands them completely (jago).

Patrick, (when he finally learns that maybe stimming isn’t bad), gets whole body wiggles and puffs up.

Textures, but more specifically sounds, is something that really bothers Batty. Like, nails scraping against asphalt is just a big “UGH GET IT AWAY FROM ME” thing. He also gets really itchy when he’s uncomfortable, sleepy or upset.

Patrick’s hair is really unclean. He licks himself on a daily basis, but unfortunately he can’t reach the top of his head, so his hair is always gross. Also, he never really learned self care tactics or how to wash, so that was fun to learn:).

Tamsin basically adopted him immediately. Like, the full “This is my son now, if anything happens to him I’m going to kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

Patrick gets jealous easy! I know, I know, crazy! But, he just can’t help but let the thoughts get to him. (Watch out, Karai, there’s going to be a lot of overprotective snuggling.)

As much as Karai doesn’t see it, Batty thinks she’s absolutely beautiful. Almost always staring at her with adoring eyes. He often gets lost in daydreams and other places.

Once, Batty found a post card from Paris, and that’s all he would dream about for a week. Then Karai came a long and now Karai in Paris is all he could dream about.

Batty is about above average height, stand in around 5” 7’. His wing spans is almost 7 feet, though, only looking smaller because he folds them up very tight.

Batty has literally never eaten food before, like, ever. He’s never tasted anything besides mutant silverfish and leaves.

(Should probably mention for future reference; Batty comes from the Scavengers, a group that hard working tech to sell off to less fortunate people. So, when the resistance in the scavengers come together, Donnie was given a HUGE pile of working tech! iPhones, video cameras, old TVs, remotes and even a Nintendo Switch!)

OKAY FACTS OVER QUESTION TIME🪄

Does the Resistance have a garden? Because you mentioned about how Tamsin was cooking, and more specifically chopping, so that got me wondering.

Did Donnie replicate the Anti-Kraang formula? Because I saw that it’s an “organic-based shield” so I was thinking the blue stuff from the beginning of the movie, Donnie replicated and is continuing to make and give to people across the country.

Is there any fresh water, or do they have to travel to the Great Lakes/ocean to get it?

What Karai look like as a human? Or her brothers turtles?

Do they have working cellphones or do they use radios?

Does Karai have oldest daughter syndrome? I just feel like helping your mom out at such an early age would give Karai some kind of pressure to always watch after her siblings. (Not talking from experience, if that’s what you’re wondering.)

What’s the kids favorite tv show?

Do any of the kids like to draw?

Do they go on missions by themselves to prove that they’re not too young? (Feels like that’s a David thing to do.)

Has Mikey gone full “mystic meditation; dni unless emergency” or is he still part of the group?

Does Leo still blame himself? Do all of them blame themselves?

Anyway, sorry for info dumping, I just needed to tell you!!! And ask some questions since they were on my mind. Don’t forget to drink water and eat food. I will make you eat your veggies if I have too.

-Lord Freg💛💛

My my, you just love making me want to info dump about my AU and ocs and I love you so much for it 👀

AND NOW YOUVE GIVEN ME ACESS TO SO MUCH FLUFF AND ANGST STORIES/ART WITH BATTY??? YES PLEASE 🖐✊️🖐✊️

Had me giggling and kicking my feet with how much Batty likes Karai, my SOUL left my body/pos about the Paris thing

Also, Karai does have scars on her back from a Krang attack! (Hey that rhymes) She got them when she was super little though.

Now, to answer your questions!!

Does the Resistance have a garden? 🌱

Yes! Yes it does! It took a few years to find some way to grow any food I'm the conditions of the apocalypse, but Donnie and Mikey were the ones who were able to discover a way to nourish and keep soil +food alive!

Its also a big greenhouse that I'm trying to think wether is inside the base, or out somewhere, but it's a safer chance for it to be inside lol.

Fun fact: Mikey spends a lot of time in the greenhouse If he's not meditating or practicing his mystic abilities. Niccolo loves hanging out with his favorite uncle (dont tell Leo) in the greenhouse, which is where the boy has grown a huge liking for plants! He likes how he and his uncle can spend time without too much chatter or anything too over stimulating for him, it's just his pace.

Note: you're headcanon of Niccolo is 100% correct! The same goes for Maggie, who usually only communicates with chirps or churrs alike- except she doesnt know how to talk.

She has a hard time grasping how to speak, and just gets her little mind stressed put if she doesn't get it right, so she keeps to herself with different ways of communicating.

Did Donnie Replicate The Anti-Krang Formula? 🔋

As a matter of fact, yes he did! Well-kind of.

We know the movie, April steals some of the plant killing stuff, and in the original timeline, she probably showed it to someone, specifically Donnie.

I feel whilst trying, and failing to figure anything put for this sheild, Donnie is near ready to give up until April shows him something she's had on her for a while.

She carried the smallest- and I mean smallest vile of the blue substance, around her neck, she'd always had it just in case since that little of it could knock out Prime krang if she wanted it to.

So, with that to work off of, Donnie got to studying and crafting!

Is There Any Fresh Water? 💦

Sadly no, they do have to travel to get most of it, which is only a weekend trip that either Raph and Mikey go do, seeing they can carry tons of water supply back with them, but that doesn't make it any less tricky...

What Karai Look Like As A Human? Or Her Brothers Turtles? 🐢

I actually have a pic of Karai human! Still have to draw the brothers... But if imma be honest the boys would probabl all lookthe same 😅minus different colored markings.

Do They Have Working Cellphones? 🌐

Nope! All cellular towers and such were brought down by the krang. They do communicate via radios, Donnies tech wristbands, and like, you know those hologram things in StarWars? Kinda like that if they need to call someone.

Im also gonna answer the Kids Fav TV show question while we're here too.

Since there's no internet and such, they're reduced to either shows Donnie has saved on tapes, or VHS Splinter had kept over the years. (Thank Heavens he kept that old VHS player 🙏)

Their favorite shows range from like-3 episodes of Bluey to Black Cauldron on VHS LMAO.

Does Karai Have Oldest Daughter Syndrome?💝

Afraid so, it's obvious it was bound to happen when she was told help out her mom while Donnie was gone... And she may have taken that a bit too close to heart.

In fact, Tam or Don never pressured the 'Eldest Daughter' idea on Karai, her thinking she was supposed to be the oldest, supposed to be the one who handled all her siblings. Even when Donnie came home, she's just a bit ancy to help put in any way, feeling like she's useless if she doesn't.

Do Any Of The Kids Like To Draw? 🖋

Oh definetly! I think David and Niccolo enjoy it more than others since they can express themselves through it more.

Do They Go On Missions Themselves?🏕

When their older? Yes. At their age now? Absolutely not on Donnies watch. He watches them like a hawk if they decide to go rogue without him or any adult watching them.

They have gone with their dad or mom to like- visit other bases, or even go with their uncles for trading, water, or supply-but NEVER by themselves.

David has tried but he always gets caught... Same goes for Karai.

Has Mikey gone full “mystic meditation; dni unless emergency” 🤔

If this question takes place after Donnie has gone, yes. Rarely is he ever seen out of his room-only popping here and there to say hello and check in, but that's like-only once every two months.

Niccolo misses his uncle, and he cries a lot about it, so much so Tam has to find the boy leaning against his uncles door in tears, it breaks her heart.

Does Leo still blame himself? Do all of them blame themselves? 💔

Can you even call it a ROTTMNT AU if their isn't any Leo angst? Lol but seriously, yes, they allblame themselves for the invasion, Leo the most.

A lot of them blame themselves for many things during the apocalypse too, Donnie blames himself for Karais Krang injury, Mikey for a mission gone wrong, where he couldn't save a labor camp, Raph for feeling like he's falling the older brother role- a lot of angst coming yalls way.

And I think that's all of them! TYSM for the asks I loved exploring into some of my Future AU stuff! Especially the guys since I haven't done much to dig deeper in their characters :]

[dragonmasterhiccup]

She was a little taken aback by her eagerness of lock picking, but she decided to play along, nodding her head. “Yeah, sure, if you want- Why exactly is lock picking your favorite thing to do?” She was genuinely curious, mainly because it was…obscure to say the least.

Danny also rolled her eyes as well. Why bring in Camicazi to talk to her if she can’t talk about the stuff she wants to? Ugh, Hiccup was once again being overly annoying.

She raised an eyebrow as Camicazi spoke. A sword collection? Okay, that did sound pretty cool. She re-situated herself so that she was now facing her, a smile making its way onto her face. “You just have a sword collection? Hey, I’m all for it- just, how did that even start?” She wasn’t surprised that Camicazi had her eyes on a Monstrous Nightmare, she seemed like the kind of person, not in a bad way, she was just very brash, and bold. “Yeah, she’s a Nadder, her name’s Twilight! She’s blue with purple and pink on her back and wings, she’s super pretty, and she likes to sit with me when I draw.”

Gothi nodded before going over to the other room, leaving the three of them alone.

“Thank you! Like yeah, okay, dragons are cool n’ all, but what else is there? And your cousin? She literally could’ve picked anyone, and she chose Hiccup? At that point, Snotlout would’ve been a better option, but that’s just my opinion,” she said before shrugging.

Danny started giggling with Camicazi, clearly getting a kick out of his reaction. “What? She’s right!”

Camicazi crossed her arms, putting on an air of confidence. "I like knowing that no lock can keep me contained!" She grinned, shrugging slightly. "I just couldn't pick a favorite! I've made a few with Gobber, too. Maybe you can come by, take a look at them?"

Camicazi bounced with excitement, hearing about Twilight. "Oh! Can I meet her? She sounds awesome!! And you like to draw? I've tried it, but I just draw stick figures!" She laughed. "So, what got you into drawing? Have you drawn Twilight yet?"

Hiccup crossed his arms. "Snotlout? You really think he's a better option for Astrid?"

Camicazi shook her head, barely containing her laughter. "Nah, Snotlout's the worst. I think Fishlegs would be better suited for my cousin. What do you think, Danny?" She had a mischievous look on her face, also loving to egg Hiccup on.

Hiccup was starting to think introducing these two was not his best idea. He shook his head. "You may have your opinions, but what's important is that Astrid made her choice, and is quite happy with it, thank you very much. If you want to question her choice in yours truly, why don't you ask her yourselves?"

That got Camicazi to stop laughing. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. "Okay, okay. We'll stop teasing you...when you're around!" And then she laughed some more.

Hiccup just shook it off. "Alright, alright, I'll take what I can get."