#cannot remember if i had a tag for p-c...

[wings-of-flying]

who up thinking about post-credits au

[igotanidea]

//For his eyes only//: J.T x fem!reader x D.G

Summary: how would it be to have both Nightwing and Red hood in bed at the same time? Well, Y/n was curious as well.

You can check the preview here.

Warnings: SMUT, ass fucking, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, showoff, sexual tension, it's absolutely explicit.

MINORS DNI!!!!!!! I'M SERIOUS!!!! IT'S HEAVY MATURE CONTENT AND I SWEAR IF YOU ARE UNDER LEGAL AGE AND INTERACT WITH THAT I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND BLOCK YOU FOR GOOD!

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“I can’t believe I actually agreed to that” Jason muttered with jaw clenched as he watched his girlfriend bustling around, waiting for Grayson to show up to their little party.

“Come on, Jace.” She smiled brightly, absolutely innocently, almost like they weren’t going to have a threesome soon. And if he didn’t know what she was reading beneath that plan t-shit and mom jeans he would probably believe that fake chastity “it’s gonna be fun.”

“Yeah, right.” he turned around just to avoid looking at her angelic face and getting that sting of jealousy caused by the thought that he actually was going to share her with his fucking brother. “Maybe for you, but not for me…..”

“Jay….” She cooed, putting a hand on his shoulder from behind and massaging the tensed muscles gently “we’ve talked about it.” Y/N took a step forward, her front now pressing to his back, hand travelling down his biceps, caressing gently “why don’t you just relax a little?” she raised on her tiptoes and kissed the crook of his neck making him groan.

“I swear if Grayson doesn’t show up his ass here in the next ten second I won’t even bother controlling myself anymore….” Jason gasped, the touch of her lips making him hornier and harder than even before.

“You know I only want you.” she assured “we’re just playing around, but it’s nothing serious, you know it, right?” she muttered against his skin “I don’t care about Dick.”

“Fuck, princess” Jason turned around and caught her sneaky hands in his “don’t test me right now, cause I can still call this thing off and have you pinned to the mattress or the wall, screaming my fucking name.”

“I bet I will do it one way or another.” She licked her lips, eyes blown with lust, mirroring the same expression he had in his

“Fuck!” Jason hissed and put his lips on hers, kissing her hungrily with lust, want, need, his own hands finding a way towards her waist and hips, playing with the band of her pants, reaching for that red strings she hid from his prying eyes. “I want you, princess.” He pulled her closer to him so she could feel how hard he already was “Now. please. Let’s just tell Grayson  to fuck off and have fun by ourselves. I can make you feel good.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” She wriggled out of his embrace making him whine and shook her finger at him “you are not a party pooper, are you, Jaybrird?” she pouted “you won’t deny your good girl a little more fun, will you?”

“Y/N…..” his tone became more of a warning than anything else, clear sign he was closing in on his patience. But before he could say anything else, the knock on the door cut him off. Y/N smiled brightly at Jason and moved to open the door, her boyfriend close behind. Like fuck he was going ot leave her out of his sight tonight.

“Hey Y/N” Dick, who was casually leaning on the frame put on his boy-wonder smile “Jaylad.”

“Hello to you too, Dickie” Y/N reciprocated the smile making Jason roll his eyes “come on in. You are right on time. Jace was getting quite impatient with the waiting.”

“Well, I cannot blame him. I was a bit giddy myself, knowing the treat….” Dick gave Y/N a glance and even if she was only in her plain, everyday clothes he was perfectly capable of imagining the rest.

“Careful with words now, Grayson!” Jay’s arms wrapped around Y/N protectively “remember your place here!”

“I know, I know” Dick raised his hands in surrender. “you are the boyfriend and I’m just a tag along. “

“Is that what he told you?” Y/N frowned

“Was I wrong, princess? Is he more to you? Think about that answer carefully, cause it may change how I will treat you tonight.” Jason whispered into her ear, still standing behind her and yet, looking straight into Dick’s eyes just to prove to his brother who was in charge of Y/N’s good mood this night.

“Mmmm.” Y/N whined a little, squirming against him “I like it when you go rough on me, Jason. I actually have an idea for tonight, but how about we move to the bedroom first?”

***

Her idea.

Dammit.

Her idea was pretty much based on the “good cop, bad cop” scenario.

What else, considering the fact that Dick actually used to be a cop and she really did like Jason going hard. Grayson was just supposed to be counterpoise to that.

And they just went for the plan.

How could they not, when she grabbed each of the boys by the hand and swaying her hips and wriggling her ass, lead them both towards the bedroom.

“We need some ground rules here.” Jason voice was stern as he glanced at his brother. “First of all, I am the only one who can make her come. You have no privileges with that, Grayson. Secondly, the second I tell you to move away from her, you listen to me. No objections. And last but not least, that pussy is mine and mine only.”

“Anything more there?” Dick smirked. With such attitude the good cop part was not going to stick to him for long.

“I think I made myself clear.”

“So…..” Dick trailed moving closer to Y/N who already laid on the bed, propped on her elbows, still in her clothes, her gaze jumping from Dick to Jason and back, watching them doing this crazy male-ego show. “You wouldn’t mind if I take those layers of her?” he climbed onto the bed, hovering over the girl, slowly peeling her shirt off.

“FUCK!” in a blink of an eye, Jace was on the other side of the bed, almost pushing Dick from the mattress

“That’s what I thought.” Dick laughed

“You know what?” Y/N sighed, getting quite impatient. “I can do this myself if none of you is capable. Maybe this will make it easier.” She lifted herself up, shoving Dick and Jason away and bowing on her knees. Painfully slowly, showing inch by inch of skin she started to peel her shirt off, caressing her own skin and breast in the process, exposing that damn red lingerie that was going to give Jace a heart attack. “How is that for the prelude?” she moaned, playing with her own, still covered breast. “God, if only someone could take care of me….”

“I ….” Dick started. He was already hypnotized by her every movement.

“Now, boys.” She freed herself from the top completely, smiling tentatively, her hair falling loose around her face “tell me, is it fair that I’m the only one half-undressed?” the question got her two heads shaking for a “no” answer “take your shirts off for me.”

She didn’t have to wait long since both brothers simply tore their polos off, letting her soak in their perfectly toned chests and  abs. God, she was going to have them both tonight.

“Y/N…” Jason whined, trying to reach for her, but she pushed him away again.

“Not yet, Jaybird. Not even close. I remember what I promised you, but stay patient for just one moment, can you?”

“What did she promise you?”

“Oh, you’ll see, Dickie. But for now.” she crawled closer to Grayson and put her lips on his, feeling him response immediately. Oh, he was a good kisser. Very skillful as his mouth moved in perfect sync with hers, slowly travelling towards her neck, shoulder and collarbone making her shiver.

“Mmm.” she moaned when he nibbled on her soft spot, her palm landing on Grayson’s chest, clawing on it gently, spurring him on, his excitement visible in his jeans “so good, Dick. So fucking good, I’ll give you that. Guess Kori was right about you. Wonder what else you have in store”

“Let me show you.” he groaned against her skin, trying to push her onto her back and have his way with her, but she pulled back.

“Nah. Patience is the word for you both. I’m gonna have my fun and hopefully some of it will be left for you. But it’s about me, understood?”

They both nodded. Her behavior, the fact that she had them both in her control was doing things to all three of them.

“Great. Now, Jaybrid.” She moved to the other side of the bed “show me what you got.” She grabbed Jason’s hands and put them on her waist, this time kissing him. He was rougher than Dick, going on her faster with more lust and need than his brother. But it was easier for him since he knew all the soft spots Dick had to find by himself “Jason….” she whined, tangling hands in his messy, silky black hair while he squeezed her tighter earning a little gasp.

“Do I make you feel good, baby?” he bit on her shoulder

“Showoff.” She moaned, grabbing onto him.

“Let me take those off.” Jason cooed playing with the button of her jeans, padded thumbs brushing over the soft skin of her belly

“Fuck.” She arched her back to him, her control slowly slipping “just do it.”

“As you wish” if she was going to have her fun, he was not the one to deny it. But it never meant he couldn’t tease her. And when he started removing her pants, slowly, making her lay down on the bed on her back, kissing her thigh, inside knee and calf in the process he knew she was back at his mercy.

“Don’t tease the girl, Jaybird” Dick laughed “she said it herself, she need someone to take care of her.”

“Oh, I am gonna take care of her.” Jason hissed, moving to hover over her body, looking straight into her eyes “not so fierce now, that you are under me, huh, princess?”

‘That can be easily changed.” She smirked, wrapping legs around Jason’s waist and swiftly changing the positions so now she was straddling him.

“Hm.” Jason smirked “I’m not gonna complain about that.”

“What about me?” Dick objected

“You can fuck off, Grayson.” Those reckless words made Y/N leave Jason’s lap and once again move to Dick.

“You will have the first round with me, Dick. It’s only fair before Jason stretch me out.”

“WHAT NOW?!” Jason yelled trying to grab her and pull her back to him, but Dick was already holding her against him, rubbing her sides igniting fire in her

“What makes you think I won’t be the one to stretch you out, sunshine?”

“How about we check?” she smirked, palming on his erection “oh, you are not lying, you are big. He’s big, Jason “ she threw a teasing glance at her boyfriend who was red due to the mix of fury and lust “Care to share with the group, Mr. Grayson?”

“You know me, I hate to brag, but since you asked to nicely….” The second she moved from him, Dick managed to free himself from the pants and boxers, showing all his glory, ready for action, already covered with pre-cum.

“Hmmmm.” Y/n wriggled on the bed invitingly “all that for me? Oh, Dick, you really shouldn’t have. Come to me for a treat my sweet boy.”

“But…” Jason objected again even though no one was listening as Dick crawled over Y/N pressing all his body against her. She was still in that damn lingerie, but the thin material was doing nothing to prevent her from feeling all of Dick’s body as he grinded into her, turning her into a wet pool of lust.

“How about we get rid of that.” Dick played with the sting of her underwear, still waiting for her permission

“Oh, yes, right.” She realized and pushed him away. It was truly amazing how much self-control she had. “Jace.” The girl motioned for the other boy to come closer “I always keep my promises.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, finally.” At this point, Todd was simply burning alive. He needed to feel her skin, her body against his. It was his right. And this time he was not going to go slow. He wanted all of her now. The fuck he was going to let Grayson go first. Besides, Dick (pun intended) wasn’t big at all. Not even close to him and maybe Y/N needed a little reminder of that. As Jason started to untie all those strings and straps of her underwear in the corner of an eye he noticed his brother jerking off. Pathetic. Famous Dick Grayson could not hold his own arousal. But then again, who would be able to do that with naked Y/N around? Shit, she was so hot

Jason put the straps of her bra down kissing her shoulders and moving lower towards her breast, sucking on each nipple making her moan and writhe against him, her arms wrapping around his back, pulling him closer, her legs slightly opening, making more place for him..

“not so fast, princess.” He bit on her breast and immediately soothed the mark with his tongue.

“Jay, please…” she whimpered

“But you wanted Dick to go first.” Jason pouted moving to kiss her belly and started to untie her red panties “Didn’t you love?”

“Mmmmm.” She gasped when her underwear were gone, her pussy exposed to the air, and when Jason moved away, back to his teasing mood “please….”

“Aren’t you a little moaning mess. And for who? For me, aren’t you? You beg for me. Only  for me. Not him.” Honestly he was trying to do some self-assurance more than teasing her. But he needed to hear her say it. “what do you want, princess? Who do you want first.” His fingers found a way to her clit and started circling it gently, adding to the flame inside her

“Ah!” she squirmed “I….. I…..”

“Tell me princess.”

“I… I want you…. you both.”

Oh? That was a little surprising. Who would have thought that she could be so dirty, needing not one but two men to satisfy her. That was so fucking hot.

“I don’t think that is how it’s going to work, love.” Jason chuckled ‘choose.”

“I….please….” she almost cried, unable to form a sentence, her mind overwhelmed by the lust, craving the release “please….” A few tears flew down her cheeks and Jason wiped them off, kissing her lips, slowly, gently, reassuringly.

“I got you love. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Actually, I will let Dickhead go first, cause he only got this one chance before I give you hundred more orgasm.” He moved back making room for his brother and causing Y/N’s body to tremble. “I meant what I said, Grayson. Her pussy is mine. And you don’t get to see her face when she comes. All you get is doggy style.”

“how about we ask Y/N what she needs.”

“Fuck! Just give me whatever!” she cried out. “If you want to keep talking it’s fine by me, but I will kick you out of my room and finish on my own!”

“fine!” dick relented “doggy style.”

“I want to see her face” Jason instructed moving to sit on the nearby chair, unzipping his own pants. This time Dick did not say a word grabbing Y/N by the waist and moving her onto all four, so she could face Jason. Spreading her legs a bit, he moved behind her.

“Hey! Aren’t you forgetting something!?” Jason shrieked

“What?”

“You are not going raw with my girl!” Todd threw a pack of condoms towards his brother.

“Medium size?” Dick hissed but then smirked “are those yours?”

“Very funny, Dickhead. Unlike you, I came prepared. I bought them especially for you. While covering my face obviously. Just wanted to avoid humiliation.”

“Hm, really. Guess it didn’t quite work out.” Dick laughed, putting the rubber band on and focusing back on Y/N with her ass in the air, whining but waiting patiently “Y/N.” he whispered “Are you….?”

“Fuck! Just do it, Dick. I need you!”

“Shit!” He pushed in, stretching her and filling fully, bottoming instantly due to how wet she was. They both groaned in unison and it made Jason flinch but he did not say a word, quite literally biting  on his tongue. Todd tried to stay focus on his girlfriend face, twisting with pleasure and not on the fact that is was Grayson who was giving her that. “You good, Y/N?”

“Good. Just move, Dick, move.” She wriggled her ass and it was all Dick needed to start thrusting into her.

“Shit, you feel so good, Y/n. So good. Now I know why Jason was reluctant to share. Shit, you are a dream.”

“Mhmmmm.” She whined meeting the pace of his thrust “Fuck, Dick…” the way she was gasping his name only spur him on. “more…. God, more…. “

“I’ll give you everything you want, Y/N” he moaned, grabbing her waist and pulling her back flush to his chest, his pace not slowing for even a second, her whines getting stronger. “Everything” her hand found his head and tangled in his hair while he added to all the stimuli by kissing her neck and grabbing her breast squeezing them, twisting the nipples.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck! Yes, yes! Dick, damn it yes! So… so close!”

“Come for me, y/n. I got you.” he barely hold himself back from adding “come for me in front of your boyfriend” but it was not needed since her orgasm washed over her with the force of hurricane, her body going completely numb in his arms. She was pretty much a jello.

“Dick…” she gasped, holding onto his biceps

‘How was that?”

“God, I…. wow. Let me just say I’m really glad you came.”

“Anytime for you sweetness.” He kissed her forehead

“Are you two done?” Jason hissed from the side. Only then Dick and Y/N remembered that he was actually still there. His tone might have suggested otherwise, but he really did enjoy the show as well. And there were clear signs of that, all over his hands and abs.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered, her sensitive body suddenly remembering how good he was making her feel. “Make me feel good.”

“Do you even realize how hot you are?” he asked taking Dick’s place “your face when you come. Fuck. I love you” he pushed her onto her back, capturing her lips in his. ‘You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” She mumbled, spreading her legs open, making space for him “Jason. Jason. Jason.” his name was like a prayer in her lips, sounding so good said in that breathy moan. “I want to feel you.”

“Only me?” he smirked, tracing patterns on her inside thigh. So close and yet so far from her center.

“Yes, Jason, only you.”

“We’re never gonna do this again, are we? The fucking threesome?” he asked, pressing his body closer to hers, moving lightly to give her foretaste of what was coming.

“No!’ she agreed way to fast, but who cared. “Never! I swear! Please! Jason, baby, please, please, please…”

“How can I ever refuse you?” he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear gently and spread her folds in that delicious stretch. No one said he wasn’t going  to go raw. She just felt to good around him to get separated by anything. And she was on pill eitherway. “God, you are still so tight. Guess someone was smaller than he was bragging to be.”

“Jason!” Y/N cried out and his attention was immediately back to her as he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his hips pushing deeper, harder, faster. Now she was making those sweet sounds only for him. Only he could make her come so fast, so hard, so intensely. Only he knew how to please her, how to get her high.

“Baby.” He groaned “tell me how this feels.” He needed her to say it. To assure him he was doing good, perfect, better than anyone (even though said anyone was sitting nearby, watching the scene with pain on his face and his dick in his hands).

“Ah… don’t stop Jace! Don’t stop. Make me come! Fuck, I missed you.” she was obviously referring to her first orgasm which Dick got from her. Apparently her subconscious wanted it to be given by Jason and not his brother.  “You’re doing so good, baby. So good!” she tightened her legs around him allowing him to hit her g-spot with every thrust.  

“Together?” he asked intertwining their fingers, snapping his hips more and more, only to please her, feeling both hers and his orgasm coming. They were just perfectly synchronized.  

“YES! Yes, Jason. Yes! Yes! Oh, god, fuck yes!” her walls fluttered around him as another wave of pleasure, this time stronger than before hit her making her vision blurry, her whole face screaming with pleasure as she screamed his name. His fucking name as he made her ride the high, prolonging the sweet release, not ready to let her go just yet. Not wanting to let go of her.

“God, Y/N.” he mumbled once she came down and he himself emptied his balls into her, but still not pulling back “I want to stay like this forever. With you. Just us” he leaned down to kiss her lovingly, without any urgency.

“Then stay.” She smiled lightly, caressing his chest and his autopsy scar “I want you to stay with me. I want to stay with you.”

“Let me just clean you up, first, baby. And then we’ll cuddle. I swear I’m letting you go before that.”

“I’d like that.”

“You heard the girl, Grayson.” Jason grabbed Dick’s pants blindly and threw them his brother’s direction “you had your fun now get the fuck out!”

“well, that really was fun.” Dick slowly started to put his clothes on ‘I’m sure you won’t forget how I felt Y/N, cause sure as hell am I not forgetting your taste.”

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!”

“See you around, sunshine.” Dick grinned and letting his instincts take the best of him almost jumped out the window “Oh, yeah, right. Too soon” he laughed quickly realizing he was in civil, not the vigilante version of himself. When he finally left Jason grinned and turned towards his girlfriend, hugging her tightly.

“Why are you grinning like crazy?”

“Have you seen his face when I made you come?”

“Um, no? Believe me, that was the last thing on my mind at that moment. In fact, I am offended that it was on yours….”

“God, he was just so fucking jealous!” Jason was glowing “Thank you, babe” he pecked her lips “you were right. It was like killing two bird with one stone!”

“You are just unbelievable” Y/N shook head at her boyfriend stupidity

“But still, we are not doing this again, are we?”

“If you keep acting like a kid who just won a prize at fair….”

“Are you threatening me now, princess?”

“Just reminding you that a treasure like me have to be cherished.”

“Oh, I know that” he smirked and pushed her onto her back.

Were they supposed to get cleaned and cuddle?  Yes. Sure. But with Grayson out of the picture and Y/N still in his arms, who was going to stop Jason Todd from devouring his girl again?   

@clairacassidy

[agirlandherquill]

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returning to writeblr after a short break has been so enjoyable I thought I'd kick things off by creating a tag game of my own! (since the first one I made people really did seem to enjoy, and it warms my heart) and it's an easy way to ease myself back into the creative flow, so here goes!

rules: for every letter of the alphabet, compose a sentence/short paragraph beginning with that letter

A - "Anything you have to say for yourself? Or is nothing perhaps the better choice for you? How else could you justify the blood on your sleeves?"

B - "Broken. Not bruised, not damaged - You made me broken. That hardly seems fair."

C - "Can we do this?" "Can? We will. We have to. It must be done. Right or wrong, balance must be restored."

D - Dragging a corpse is difficult enough, but when you resemble a corpse yourself? There's some irony in there that even the Gods aren't smart enough to conjure.

E - Everything hurt, everything ached beyond relief, beyond the threshold of pain, until she felt nothing and everything, all at the same time.

F - Forget him? That was a plea she could never answer, could never give light to or thought or hope, to forget was to forgo herself, her feelings, her very being - He was as much a part of her as the air in her lungs - to lose him would be death.

G - "Go." Not a scream, not a growl, but a whisper - a calm command that sent the hairs raising along her skin. For once, she obeyed.

H - How did this happen? How did she forget herself so badly, so stupidly and allow her vulnerabilities to be exposed? Even worse, how could she let him be the one to do it? He knows, and knowing is death. This was the end, for her, she knew it.

I - "If you must be such a pain in the neck could you go about it quietly? One more squeak from the sole of your boot and I will rip those laces out and around your neck. I mean it." "Then give me a reason to stop pacing."

J - Just a kiss. Just. As though the fleeting encounter was nothing more than that, as though it hadn't taken every strength he had within him. To her, it was just a kiss. To him, it was ruin.

K - "Keep running. To stop now is death, is that what you want? Because I will not stop to carry your corpse, I will not stop to remember you. If you falter, you are gone. Do you hear me?"

L - Loathing burned her insides, it sent her skin crawling with heat and her muscles tensing with a carefully restrained scream. She loathed him. That was it. After all this time, she understood it. It was not love, it was loathing.

M - "Marry me." "The last time we tried that... Someone died." "Marry me." He said again, more firmly. "Marry me, or we both die."

N - "Never again." "Why? What was so wrong the first time?" "The dozens of times after that. It cannot happen." "A kiss never got anyone killed." "Then you do not know this Court, and you do not know me."

O - "Opinionated, are we?" "Is this because I told you to your face what a horrifically mannered man you are?" "No, this is because you tried to stab me with a fork." "I missed, didn't I?" "That's hardly the point."

P - Pressing her cheek to his shoulder, she let herself break, let the tears fall and the emotions flow. He said nothing, and neither did she, it was only them and the silence of the lake, and that was enough.

Q - "Question me again and we will see what happens when you try my patience." "Try? I've been getting under your skin for the better part of the day, why haven't you done anything about it?"

R - Rest was a foreign luxury, it had abandoned her body long ago, instead she lay suffocating in boredom and misery until she could bear it no longer, and found herself outside his door.

S - "Step away, out of this room and far from earshot - Do it now, before I see fit to carry you."

T - "Trust me." "Why-" She had no chance to complete her question, he threw her out of the window.

U - Under the stars, all seemed calm, a false calm, but a calm she had long since been craving nonetheless, until his voice, as gentle as the wind, startled her wishful reverie. "Leave if you must, but not without knowing that I love you."

V - Verily, she was done. Her soul was in ruins, her body in tatters, and her heart beat it's last drum.

W - "When you decide to have some compassion, let me know, until then I want nothing to do with you."

X - (if this one's impossible to do, no biggie, skip if necessary) - "Xanthetia is a flower full of poison that could damn well kill you, what are you doing lying in a bed of it?" "The scent is the only thing that helps me sleep."

Y - "You know what you did. As do I. And it's unforgivable." "I do not seek your forgiveness, but I will beg, every day if I must, for the honour of your company." "...We shall see."

Z - "Zealous, insufferable bastard - that's what you are!" "You've said worse, you can say better than that." His smug look riled her up even more. "You are incapable of being loved, you're not worthy of that, only loathing, you despicable, monstrous being!" "Loathe away by all means, I rather enjoy the flush it brings to your face."

i'll make this an open tag as well as include my tag list! (this one's a doozy, so bear with me)

@the-ellia-west @willtheweaver @tildeathiwillwrite @drchenquill @tiredpapergirl

@365runesofthesystem @coffin-hopping @godsmostfuckedupgoblin @a-mimsy-borogove @frostedlemonwriter

@i-do-anything-but-write @r-u-living @thatuselesshuman @lead-to-code @sunflowerrosy

@theaistired @phoenixradiant @autism-purgatory @corinneglass @patheticexcuseforawriter

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@lamuradex @fantasy-things-and-such @glasshouses-and-stones @hattonthehatman @humbly-a-doppelganger

@hopewriteszstuff @ramwritblr @s-pendragon7 @thelastneuron @heartreactor

@ihauntmyhouse @shiningstars-world @scaewolf @just-emis-blog @joeys-piano

@ramitola @yrndrgn @riveriafalll @lawrencespen1777 @theverumproject

@zackprincebooks @justjariel @orion-lacroix @jupiter---daydreams @vinniehorrible

@stars-forever @thewritingautisticat @anaisbebe @whatwewrotepodcast @appleandsnow

@urnumber1star @chaotictravelerrants @andagii-projects @dragmewithyoutonirvana @a-bi-cat-with-books

@fearofahumanplanet @just-a-domesticated-cryptid @attemptingwriter @kitkins13 @ray-writes-n-shit

@theonewholivesinthemovies @rheas-chaos-motivation

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i had originally planned to make a year-end post for all my lovely friends/mutuals which then got dragged into the first week of 2023 on my bday ;;;;; but thank you so much to all the lovely people that have followed this quaint little blog of mine and supported my content throughout my time here on tumblr! i can’t believe it’ll be a whole 1460 days since i made this account later this year... feels like just yesterday i signed up and logged in for the first time ever hehe

it always brings a smile to my face seeing each and every single silly, cute, sweet, supportive tag under any of my gifs, graphics, fanart etc.! i really cannot emphasize enough how wonderful it is to see people like my work enough to reblog it, take time out of their day to gush about it in the tags or send me the occasional ask/dm complimenting any aspect of it (´,,•ω•,,)♡ i truly appreciate all of you.

with the new year finally here and all, i’m sure a lot of people have resolutions and expectations set for the next 365 days so just remember to take it easy⏤start small and that’ll eventually lead you to kick bigger goals out there! you’ll see that every micro-habit has a monumentous impact when you look back on your progress, so read even one paragraph daily or go to sleep 15 mins earlier than you usually would. after all, buildings don’t just appear out of nowhere, you have to stack each brick one by one c: just make sure to not overexert yourself!

thank you to everyone once again, i love looking at all of your beautiful creations on the dashboard and seeing you in my notifications, as well as interacting with you whenever the opportunity arises c:

⏤ ♡

@itshyuka ⏤ oh, where to start... i just really, really, really miss you. a ton. thank you so much for teaching me how to gif, i don’t know where i’d be (probably still getting confused looking at the layers panel dljkdjfjf) if it weren’t for you, lia ♡ late 2019-early 2020 was one of the toughest years of my life and i’ll forever be indebted and grateful to you for being there to cheer me up with your hyuka info dumps, our inspiring conversations and your lovely gifsets. whenever i feel down i go to your blog and feel refreshed just looking at it :D i owe all of my knowledge on ps, vs & anything to do with creating content to you, thank you for supporting me all the way back then to rooting for me even now, no matter how scarce our encounters have become. i hope life is treating you well, and that you become a well-loved and respected educator!

@choiyeonjuns ⏤ vivi! i have been trying to write this for about an hour now; writing, erasing then repeating multiple times⏤how to put everything into a miniature paragraph? words can never truly relay the amount of love i have for you and your blog, thank you for being my friend from day 1 on moablr and always supporting me. i love my little conversations with you whenever they sporadically happen, and i’m so glad we have so many common interests, enabling me to support your content across all of your blogs :3 i hope you get back all the love and support you gives others tenfold, and are always surrounded by happiness!

@go-saeng ⏤ i miss talking to you and seeing you on the dash a lot kashi ;;;;; meeting you was one of the highlights of my 2020-2021 and talking to you was always such a nice part of my day. i’m still blown away each time i see your gfx and gifs on the dashboard as well as am so proud of your gif growth. i also always go back to that runaway & minho + jeongin set you dedicated to me⏤considering all of the effort you put in to make something for myself makes me tear up sometimes... but when life’s rough, the very words you put under them comfort me beyond measure and i gain the strength to face whatever new challenge is thrown my way! hope that you are well and happy, may 2023 bring you loads of blessings!

@hoyounq ⏤ i’m not sure if you’ll see this but you introduced me to so many lovely people, filled my days with laughter and it’s been an absolute pleasure being mutuals with you, han (´｡• ω •｡`) talking to you and hanjess shenanigans on the timeline will forever be ingrained in my heart and i just want you to know that i really appreciate having you in my life! you’re truly the sunshine and rainbows in one’s life personified ♡

@hearttoshu ⏤ jess dearest! i really don’t know what to say dhfdjsd but i appreciate you so very much, always putting up with my incessant rambles about life, beomgyu, my favourite groups and everything in between! you’re such a sweet and perceptive person, always looking out for others and offering your support⏤i hope i can offer you the same. seeing you jaeyuning everywhere makes my heart warm and i’m so glad you got me more into to1 and verivery ♡ i love seeing your creations on the dashboard and in the tags, your sharpening is one of my absolute favourites because of how almost sparkly your gifs turn out to be... like rhinestones under the moonlight! hope you have a lovely year ahead c:

@ashisland ⏤ dear gabi: you’re so cute when you talk about your ults & i can’t help but get giddy whenever i read your tags, both under my posts and when you’re gushing over serim :D i’m so sorry for making you the target of all my non-sense, but i also will tell you that i can’t promise that it’ll cease, you’re the yeonjun to my beomgyu after all djfjddj i love your gifs so much and thank you for spending your precious time to make me stuff whenever you see me talk about it. hope lab gets easier to deal with for you this year and please know that you’re always doing a good job and worked hard⏤please take it easy on yourself, even by just a little!

@yeonjuins ⏤ woo! your talent never ceases to amaze me, from your well-crafted graphics to how you come up with new ways to bully heeseung sodkdkfj i know it’s not been long since we’ve started talking but you have quickly made your way into my list of friends and i love conversing with you ♡ i love your energy and end up feeling content after talking to you. here’s to another year of yeonjuins & your delightful creations on tumblr, as well as our friendship!

@digitalgirls ⏤ thank you so, so much for always supporting my work, jo! it’s lovely having you on the dash/timeline and i always get so inspired by your content, you’re definitely one of my (if not the most) coolest mutuals, the quality on your work and blog is insane :o i still feel so shy whenever i realize you follow me back and have been for a long while ^^; thank you for all of your hard work and i hope you have a wonderful 2023!

@song-mingi ⏤ my favourite atinytual and justbtual... thank you for single-handedly carrying both fandoms on your back and presenting us with all of your lovely content along with it! it’s super fun having you on the dashboard and i love interacting with you; you’re sunshine and rainbows personified too hehe how fitting for hanri! hope you have a lovely year ahead and that there’s loads more of irigifs to see ♡

@seunglixes ⏤ luna! i know it’s been a while but i love seeing your creations, and you, all the same! i don’t think i’ve met anyone who loves felix more than you yet⏤i hope that i can make you a bday present again this year and not miss the date as last year ;;;;; keep creating and loving felix in 2023 as well!

@ambivartence ⏤ thank you so much for always supporting the art i post siyuan! i love seeing your sweet tags under it and also your gifs + fanart on the dashboard! i appreciate the advice and love you’ve given me and my blog ♡ hope you get to expand your reach and develop your art style even more this year!

@limsejun​ sam my dear friend! i am so glad i had the fortune of meeting you, i really love all of your sets from both your kpop and kdrama blog; you motivated me to start a kdrama sideblog and i hope to engage with your content through it as well~ i’m still holding you to that promise of loving me forever for the sejun url djkafsjfk

@yjunies ⏤ your entire blog is just so pleasing to look at and every single thing you create is really pretty, ana ♡ i aspire to be able to make such beautiful content like yours one day; until then, i’ll simply ooh and aah at everything you put out u.u you’re such a sweet and kind person & i hope only good things come your way, always!

@yongseungkim ⏤ shine! i don’t know if you’ll be seeing this soon either but i love talking to you and hearing you go on about yongseung... thank you for pushing me to be more confident in myself and being my korean teacher (though it was short-lived haha); i hope 2023 treats you well! 

@leemarkies ⏤ marie my beloved! i am so glad i got paired with you for the secret santa event last year, as it did lead to us becoming friends. i love reading all your idiosyncratic tags and thank you for supporting my stray kids content since day one! i hope we can engage more this year and that you are surrounded by love & happiness in this one as well as the next ♡

[thegreymoon]

Black Wedding

I am taking a break from C-dramas. TTEOTM was such a massive disaster for me that I now find myself reacting with visceral revulsion to seeing the actors from that show even in other dramas (most notably Bai Lu, whose tag and any mentions of her have now been indefinitely blocked on my blog). This is decidedly not healthy, so some distance is required until I regain some balance and perspective. A show being objectively bad should not have affected me to this extent, I should have just stopped watching, but I feel like I was already sliding into a bad place mentally when this dropped and was maybe subconsciously counting on LYX in a costume drama to provide me with the dopamine I needed to crawl out of this state. Well, that clearly did not happen, the show brought me no joy, just more disappointment and frustration, so I slid even further, and here we are. It's been weeks since I've been able to watch anything at all.

So, for something completely different, I am turning to dramas closer to home. I'm normally allergic to ex-Yu productions, everything about them bothers me, from the themes and narrative choices to the actors and their acting styles. I tried to think of a single ex-Yu drama I like and the only one I can think of is a comedy (?) from the 1980s. However, Serbia has had some interesting releases in the last few years that look like they might cater to my interests, so now is as good a time as ever to give them a try.

Starting with the Black Wedding. I am going in unspoiled, hoping for the full effect. Let's see if I'll enjoy it or if it will make me even angrier than TTEOTM.

Wish me luck!

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I'm not from Serbia, but sad, miserable places in various states of disrepair like this one here are soooooo familiar to me 😔

I can leave my house, walk for ten minutes, and find a building that looks exactly like this. It's... unsettling. I remember, years ago, I went to the cinema to watch Hostel. They had a train at the beginning identical to the one I took every week. It immediately soured the whole movie for me (not that the rest of the movie was enjoyable in any way, but still).

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Oh, these are those wax church candles?

Interesting! I like religious horror. Hoping for a demonic possession or two now 🙏🙏

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The intro is promising. Very promising.

The music is excellent, expectations are rising.

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Familiar small town is familiar.

I always thought I was lucky I had the chance to live in other, bigger places, but it was all temporary and in the end, I always had to come back to this. No wonder I'm depressed.

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Ah, Belgrade.

I've always had the worst luck with this city.

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Concrete jungle.

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Oh, me too, my dude. Me too 😔

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Oh, abortion debate? On my Serbian drama? It's more likely than you think!!

This can go either really well, or really badly.

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In my humble opinion, all priests can just die.

Detestable class of sub-humans. I break out in hives whenever one of them opens their mouth to spout their garbage opinions where I can hear them.

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LMAOOOOO, and of course they have her use the two-minute break in the debate to snap a picture of her cooch 🤣🤣

Of course. Of course!! Why did I even expect them to do anything but try to paint the powerful, educated, liberal, pro-choice woman as some kind of sex-crazed deviant who doesn't even wear underwear? OF COURSE!! She can't even restrain herself from indulging in promiscuous behaviour in public, while debating the right of women to murderize ~innocent babies~ 🙄🙄 How dare.

I spoke too soon when I said this show was shaping up to be good.

Ten minutes in, and already we have the first strike.

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It was narratively very important for us to see him adjusting his dirty ballsack 🙄🙄

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Ahahahahaha, her name is Natasha 🤣🤣

I cannot even 🤣🤣

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We've had a spate of horrific femicides in the last few weeks here. One especially hideous case that was followed by a mass shooting also included law enforcement and the judicial system protecting the perpetrator when the wife reported the violence, even though he was a known criminal. He left their baby in a pool of her mother's blood when he went off to murder more people. It was so outrageous, it triggered protests across the country that will, of course, change nothing. Men will continue to abuse and murder women with impunity because the state allows them to.

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A flashback to the 1970s? OK, let's see where that goes.

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Oh, so they are Romanian?

And the husband isn't?

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Granny sound unhinged.

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So much hate in this family. Goodness, it's palpable!

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Jesus. He just up and shot them both.

I cannot with men like this. You don't like your wife? You don't like your MIL? PUT YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND JUST LEAVE.

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Oh no. Oh no. He is shooting everyone.

How prophetic, in light of all the shit that has gone down in Serbia this year.

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He spared the child.

He murdered everyone else, tho.

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Unhinged.

This actor is fantastic, btw. He has been around forever, acting since he was a child. He is a living cultural icon at this point.

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He is also mentally unwell.

From the hints we've gotten from the state of his apartment, something happened to his son? Also, his wife's (?) picture is still in a prominent place, but there is no wife around. I'm expecting some serious shit there.

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OMG, it's been years and years since I've heard the Black Rose mentioned 🙄🙄

It's a murderous Satanic cult (allegedly) but I've never been sure if it's real or if it was just sensationalistic reporting combined with Satanic panic. I never really believed the stories I read in garbage tabloids that usually reported them.

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Nice.

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What do you mean the shooter has no children?

So, who were those two who were apparently working day and night and never talking to each other that the crazy MIL was moaning about?

[red-bat-arse]

this guy in my hometown's name is Gonzai and i never questioned it because there are a ton of other ones that are just as weird -i knew a family where the dad was George, the middle daughter was nicknamed George, and the youngest son was named George Jr so you can sympathize

well i'm talking with some family and they mentioned Gonzai died this weekend and i thought, oh let's look up his obituary.

"so Gonzai's his last name right?" come to find out Gonzai is actually his first name -"alright what's his last name then?"

Gonzai Pelchay -or at least that's how it got pronounced

"Pelchay, how's that spelled? P-E-L-C-"

"No, no, P-E-L-L- Pelchay."

"Pell... C-H-"

"No! Pelchay! P-E-L-L-I-T-I-E-R -Pellitier!"

at this point i'm realizing the regional accent has taken a French name and butchered it down. still haven't looked up the obituary now that i have "Gonzai Pellitier" because something is obviously wrong. this man was born in the 1940s he would not have been given the christian name Gonzai Pellitier

"oh it got shortened from some long thing, i can't even remember. it had an L in it too," I'm told.

Gonzai. Gonsai? these don't look like French names to me. an L is supposed to be in there? i start googling "Gon French name" which does not help. i start repeating it out loud and pondering this. my Uncle finally huffs and shakes his head like i'm being silly

"It was -like, G-O-N-Z-A-I-L-L-"

Gonzaille?? Like how Marseille is pronounced but with a "Gon"?? This cannot be right, that can't possibly be a real name. Start googling again. One man on facebook from twelve years ago. I start searching with the last name, with different descriptor tags, nothing. Somehow I get to the wikipedia page for Louise de Gonzague Pelletier (no relation) and the last name strikes me.

How to pronounce Gonzague. "Gon-zag-ye".

Shortened to "Gonza-ye"?

Made into "Gonzai"????

I still haven't found his obituary.

[bloggerspam]

Hooo boy @jamiethebee. You have given me a literal essay in tags--luckily or unluckily for you, i have a chronic need to answer questions and a borderline disease worthy “talent” in world building! Must be the Autism!

(Please note: For Legal Reasons this is a joke. I have not been diagnosed, please don't make me a poster child or have me as a role model).

For those unaware, this is for my Casseroles and Confrontations AU.

ANYWAY. Buckle up for LORE, we’re gonna break this down bit by bit, and it's LONG.

Yes! In this AU I imagine Damian to be a bit of a grumpy Good Samaritan. He’s a very neat person in general, and I imagine he’s a bit on the spectrum. The Bonus scene was actually based off of an actual memory!

I was at the doctor’s office and my mom left me to go to the bathroom. I was so nervous and bored (internet on the phones wasn’t a thing back then) so I cleaned up and organized the kiddie corner. Alphabetized the blocks and everything.

Anyway.

Damian does meet Cujo, the last sentence is meant to be an implication that Cujo is on his way! Danny is actually p excited about that bc it’s been a while. 

Cujo is effectively the King’s Dog, it’s just that he has a lot of free reign and his own haunt, so he only visits when he wants to/when Danny calls. He eats beings who abuse animals. Danny has been trying to stop him (by training him to lightly maim them instead) but Sam not only undoes all his work but actively encourages Cujos bad habits.

Damian’s fruitbatBlob my beloved! This particular fruitbatBlob solidified its form when it found out it liked its job at the compost! Ectoplasm can be very acidic, so the Fentons (more on this later) experimented and found out that the blob ghosts could help with getting rid of rotted foods. Damian’s fruitbatBlob had a particular interest in the rotted fruits, and would spit out the seeds at people who were annoying it. (When it goes home with Damian, it starts stealing Jason’s rubber bullets and uses them as mini “batarangs” to punish anyone not practicing self care) 

It’s also important to note that Fruitbats are actually like, REALLY fucking huge--more than you’d expect! (They’re not called Megabats/Flying Foxes for nothing!) But bc in this AU, blob ghosts dont’ get any bigger than a house cat it’s actually p small for a fruit bat! 

PHEW. That was longer than i expected, and it’s only the first tag or two! Next!

Yes! My boy Tucker is always neglected in my fics. I am ashamed to say that he doesnt really get much love in my brain fic-wise. I’m just not really smart enough to do techy things, mostly. But i am EXTREMELY happy that he gets a shiny role in this AU. I’ve been trying to think of stuff for my boy bc i LOVE spookberry’s normie AU and that one blurb/comic where Tucker verbally fucks with Riddler’s shitty riddles (you know the one) live in my brain rent-free. 

Anyway, the idea that Tucker struggles with his powers just like Danny does was really important to me. Part of Tucker’s constant fear of being downloaded into the internet and never coming back what partially inspired by this one fic, I can’t remember, where Danny says that he constantly has nightmares about falling through the ground and never getting back out. I wish I could link the fic here, but sadly I cannot for the life of me recall where I got it from so please if somebody knows comment it!

Adult Dani is very important to me. Very. It’s not gonna be part of the story, and it’s never gonna be written. But Dani has her own adventures separate from Liminal Amity Park!

I mentioned before that Dani is in Thailand during the events of C&C and that’s because she’s actually mapping out of the Ghost Zone! Natural portals to the overworld pop up every now and then and they only last about 5 minutes or so on average.

She takes those opportunities to explore earth where-ever she’s spit out, and uses the Fenton Portal Gun to “reset” back at Amity Park, when the cycle starts all over again.

She frequently texts Tucker on her own Ectophone and brings Sam plants she finds on her adventures. When she visits, she and Danny talk for hours and hours to catch up, fall asleep in a cuddle puddle, and then take a flight together before she leaves. She visits Jazz and Val together for Tea (and to report her mappings and mental health check ins).

Cycling back to Sam. I wanted to go into more detail on Sam’s powers in her part, just like I did with Tucker’s, but unfortunately how her powers work make it virtually impossible for her to even really dwell on her powers in her own head. Tucker’s POV was laden with chronic ADHD thoughts and oversharing, so it was easy to squeeze it in somehow. 

Sam’s powers, however, are a sort of in between of the boy’s powers in that they operate solely on her emotions. Think Raven from Teen Titans (Cartoon Network version). She has to constantly keep her emotions in check, otherwise plants start growing without any really conscious input (i.e. in her POV it was implied that she’s accidentally grown vines that have cracked through marble). 

She’s in a constant meditative state, but she’s also a feisty outspoken person so she’s learned to keep things succinct and pointed. She doesn’t mean to “distill jason down” but in the end, it’s true--she usually takes the reigns to “provoke” people with her sharp tongue, and its one of the few “releases” she gets from her emotional lock down. It’s not bad when shes just with the Phantom Team, because she trusts them to be sturdy enough to handle it, but when other people are involved she’s more curt and like, Pointedly Polite or Sassy.

Haha--you’re exactly correct about the PDA thing. However, they don’t get along not because they’re alike, but because they extremely different! Tucker isn’t just a techy now. He is technology. He feels emotional connection with technology in a way that's more than people like me or you can really comprehend. It’s like...Like Ultron, if you’ve seen that Marvel movie. It’s like Jarvis and Friday. It’s like Vision. 

Meanwhile, for Tim, technology is a means to an end. He is talented in it, he excels. But technology is nothing to him. It’s another tool in his belt, a hammer or screwdriver in the form of 1s and 0s. 

It’s hard to connect with someone when the way they experience the same thing is so fundamentally different. 

Bruce tries his best. Constantine....Well. Constantine did the equivalent of “i cant be arsed to actually sort this shit out, so im gonna put it in a box and shove it under my bed” when it came to Amity Park. 

Basically, Constantine came to Amity Park after Amity Park got pulled into the Realms (i’m playing fast and loose with canon with this AU), and tried to figure out what was going on. But bc time is Wonky, and Death Magic works on its own rules, Team Phantom ended up sorting it out in 2 overworld days (it was 2 weeks in the Realms). Freshly crowned Ghost King Danny, and young Liminal City Amity Park absolutely did NOT want to deal with the government, so they were like “hey. Don’t come back. Or Else.” and Constantine was like “aight. Bet.”

On a separate matter, the GIW almost destroyed Amity Park in their attempt to destroy the Realms, which would have destroyed like, the World. But Amity Park banded together to collectively say “Hey, Fuck You and The Horse You Tried To RIde In On.” and so now white suits are Banned, and any time the GIW try to come into the borders they get mercilessly shot down (that’s the state of things before C&C). 

When the batbros get involved, Batman basically verbally eviscerates Constantines irresponsibility in not researching further, because Anti-Ecto WHAT now? Are you saying my SON could be EXPERIMENTED ON? 

Anyway, at his son’s urging and full disclosure of the involvement of Royalty he exercises Restraint and Doesn’t Deep Dive into Amity Park and their lives. (which is great, because if he did Danny would have fucking LOST it. He’s had enough of self-righteous assholes stalking him for their own deluded sense of ‘i know whats best’ thanksverymuch).

He leaves Amity Park alone and updates the League’s file as a....supernatural nation state. He keeps passive tabs on the residents in the same way you would be like “welp, those are VIPs and if they get trafficked it’s gonna be an INTERDIMENSIONAL INCIDENT”

Anyway, bc his sons are way better than Constantine at Getting Information He Needs from basically Nothing, Batman totally does away with the Anti-Ecto Acts and gets rid of the GIW! Danny gives him the right to consult him on World-Destroying Threats for the League in repayment, under the caveat that he’s literally the last resort if he's physically needed (he can’t interfere too often as Ghost King). 

The Fentons aren’t mentioned only because this AU is, drum roll please, a Good Parents AU! When they find out that Danny is a halfa, they are so horrified about what they’ve done, they get so depressed they start to not function. Jazz has to kick them back into gear, and enrolls all four of them into family therapy. With the help of Team Phantom and the Yetis, they conduct ethical experiments on ectoplasm in order to keep Quality of Life high for the residents of Amity Park. 

I want you to know I have two OC Yetis in this AU that will never show up. Hailwind and Frostfreeze are the Far Frozen representatives in the Amity Park Liminal Wing of the hospital. They were chosen because they were the smallest of the yetis, and therefore more approachable/easier to navigate the halls of the hostpital. Frostbite comes to deal with Jason's case because Danny is asking, and he is King, so it is a Special Case.

Hailwind and Frostfreeze handles the AP branch by themselves with the help of a dozen or so ghost blobs in their "employ." These little blobbies take the form of mini yetis (imagine fluffy little snowballs with eyes and horns! They have little arms they can pop in and out of existence too for chore purposes!)

After the Realms debacle, basically all Amity Park residents are on the spectrum for Liminality. Most of the time that means nothing. See below for the scale of Liminalty (and what that means) and how that’s spread amongst the APers.

Liminality Scale:

(Normie) 1-20% - No Powers, effectively normal, but some have demonstrated a passing low-level empathy. (I.e. they can communicate a little easier than the average human with Blob Ghosts!)

(Lesser) 20-50% - As above. Mostly manifests physically---glowing eyes, fangs, pointed ears, claws. Hair color may also be affected, as some APers have noticed green or purple tints in their hair. Note: Only one or two features would be affected.

(Mid) 50-80% - As above, but it’s usually more than 3 or 4. They have also demonstrated affinities towards specific interests. (i.e. jumping a little higher if they’re on track and field, reads a little fast if they’re in book club)

(Full) 80-100% - These Liminals have all of the above, but powers have manifested, usually only one. 

Break down of AP population:

Normie - 70%, usually the elders and adults.

Lesser - 25%, young adults, older teenagers, and infants/toddlers.

Mid - 14%, younger teens and kids. Ectoplasm really “likes” 9-16 year olds for some reason. (Danny’s entire class falls under this category because of the frequent attacks when he was first turned into a halfa. They were exposed to Ectoplasm much more than the average APer)

Full - 1%, Mostly Team Phantom. 

To answer your questions:

Star and Paulina have fangs and glowy eyes respectively. Paulina sparkles at certain angles, and Star can project her mood a lil bit (seen in the driving scene)

Dash has claws, and he’s salty about it bc he keeps puncturing footballs. He's a little more sturdy than average.

Maddie has a low level technopathy (she makes things Work)

Jack has actually exhibited his power before---he’s hardier than the average person, certified Kool-Aid Man.

Bonus:

Jazz has High Level Empathy and we firmly Do Not Talk About It for sanity reasons.

I don’t know what Val’s power is, she won’t tell me. 

Wes has low level foresight.

There are weapons, but most of their energy is going towards medical stuff for the city, so only the existing ones and only a very small quantity (essentially what they’ve already built).

The bats do know these weapons exist, but Phantom has only given them permission for the thermos and the specter deflector. Royal decree.

He was recalling his lessons with Frostbite regarding ectoplasm! Frostbite has actually told Danny about the negative effects of ectoplasm before, but the term “pit madness” hasnever been used. I won’t go too into it since this post is already shit ass long, but basically Frostbite doesn’t know what pit madness is either, and Jason’s issue will be a new problem to solve!

They do eventually check out the arcade that Danny talks about on their own, but for a while they are...monitored by the entirety of Amity Park, so they don’t leave the hotel too often other than to eat. 

All of Amity Park is connected via a very weird low level empathic connection (this is just a fancy way of saying blob ghosts can totally gossip and small town mentality/rumor mills are totally exploited and Real) so they are vaguely aware. 

Blob Ghosts generally only listen to Danny, (because its a Dog-Eat-Dog world for them, and Danny is the Strongest) so they don’t generally talk about what he’s up to. But they will Absolutely spill the tea on Sam and Tucker, and so all of AP are aware there are Strangers and they’re totally kind of low key hostile about them (remember, there was a brief moment where it was just Tucker, Sam, and the boys whilst Danny was fighting Skulker!). 

They’re all terrible fucking gossips so they’re very standoffish until the baby blobbies give Damian the theoretical Green Stamp of Approval, and it’s “reported” that Jason and Dick were seen leaving Frostbites office! Also Tim wrestling with Tucker is actually seen as Cool and Fun, because now they know that Ghost Socialization involves Fighting your Friends. 

Basically, after the boys come by more often for their respective visits, they eventually get accepted. Damian almost right away, Tim after his third visit (where he basically just comes to yell at Tucker about ghost technology and Tucker says “how about you go fuck yourself” until they eventually end up with a compromise in the form of some kind of new ecto-tech and TIm leaves), and Jason and Dick after Jason’s 5th appointment (which happens before Tim’s third visit! Tim doesnt visit often for obvious reasons). 

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Thank you for the wonderful questions, and for helping me build this world out :)

DP x DC prompt #189

You know those prompts where Danny refuses to enter Red Hood's territory because he knows not to enter a ghosts territory? Yeah, this is the opposite.

Batman sends a few of the Batfam to Amity Park to investigate the ghost sightings. When they get there, however, Jason refuses to step into the town due to some instinctual feeling he has.

[relaxxattack]

hi im asking u this bc u seem to be bee duo enthusiast so

ive been calling c! beeduos relationship platonic because i thought that was what their cc’s said, and i thought they had said that they were uncomfortable with ppl shipping the characters. But ive seen a lot of posts that say their relationship is canonically romantic? and i absolutely do not want to come across as homophobic by watering down a mlm relationship to just friends because that happens so much in media so.

what is the canon state of their relationship / ur opinions on the platonic thibg

dont worry abt answering if u dont want to!! i see a lot of differing opinions and i trust yours :)

aw it’s totally fine, im flattered you asked me about this!

let me put it simply: it’s a whole mess, lol.

first im going to talk about what’s happened fandom-wide that caused differing opinions, and then i’ll explain my own opinion/interpretation. :]

(this got really fucking long im so sorry)

ranboo and tubbo initially proclaimed the relationship was romantic, specifically in argument with the wiki editors who had set it as platonic by default. (you can see this in the vod where they decide they’re canonically married— it’s very funny. chat tells them the marriage is already on the wiki, they check, tubbo is jokingly offended that it says platonic and asks if he needs to up the romance).

tubbo also makes jokes about adultry, which sort of implies the relationship is not necessarily a platonic one.

(theres definetly more in that stream alone but it’s been a long time since i watched it so i don’t remember a lot of it.)

the wiki, because of this, suffers from going back and forth on platonic and romantic, seemingly unsure where the joke ends and the canon begins, or if its canonically a joke! a mess, as you can already tell.

this gets more complicated as the marriage bit goes on: outsiders, such as phil and scott, both at one point say “platonic marriage”, which then ranboo and tubbo agree with. however, when chat asks them if they’re platonic, they say the opposite. so there is a lot of confusion there.

there’s also the difficulty of being able to tell streamers and characters apart. ranboo and tubbo both don’t like being shipped irl, and that’s their boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. (they’re also minors, but tbh when they’re 18 in a year i will still be following their boundaries regardless of their legal age).

due to people not wanting to be accused of minor shipping, they started adding the platonic tone indicator to most of their drawings— basically a way of saying “no homo”. meanwhile, tubbo frequently on stream flirts with ranboo and makes quite a bit of nsfw comments towards him that are frankly hilarious.

this goes on for a while with nobody really sure what’s canon, but a lot of people assuming it’s probably platonic, until: the drama of the mods night. a few mods dmed all the wiki editors telling them ranboo wanted his canon character relationship officially set to platonic.

unfortunately for those mods; the very same day, a few hours later, ranboo on stream makes fun of puffy delivering him and tubbo “friendship flowers”. because, and i quote, “bruh. we’re literally married. this must be how the ancient greeks felt.”

in case you don’t know, the internet often jokes about how historians will call ancient greeks ‘very good friends’ when they are quite obviously gay. so in this context, ranboo is joking that people will call him and c!tubbo, who are married, “close friends”, when he doesn’t think they are.

basically, ranboo canonized romantic bee duo, the very same day the mods told everyone he’d wanted a platonic one.

chaos and drama immediately erupted everywhere. on tumblr, we were talking about how weird it was of his mods to do something like that without asking him first. we ALSO talked about how weird it was of them to assume that ranboo can’t make his own decisions, or assume teenagers cannot be in relationships without it being sexual. twitter did the same thing but in the opposite direction: called ranboo mods homophobic, or said they were mad ranboo felt pressured into making a romantic relationship canon ‘just so people could have mlm rep.’

i dont want to go into detail about the drama that happened that night because apparently official people follow me and i dont want to stir it up or have them come “clarify” things. im just saying what we talked about.

ranboo in typical ranboo fashion apologized quickly and seriously. he was deeply sorry for possibly offending anyone with how he’d portrayed his rp relationship with tubbo, and he also assured everyone the mod thing was just a miscommunication.

he said he would talk to tubbo and they’d decide once and for all whether it was platonic or romantic, and then announce so everyone would know.

it’s now been a few months and we've had no word from them on that development. we still have no clue.

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now, here’s my opinion:

i want to take ranboos word for it that it was a miscommunication with his mods, but... we had it on good authority from people on the wiki team and people in the discord with the mods that (while it was happening) they were really going after the wiki admins, and also made some weird comments about it. that combined with the way ranboo seemingly had no clue (considering he canonized their romance that very same day).... it’s very. sus of the mods.

then there’s the canon we’ve got since then. although occasionally adults in the room have called it a “platonic marriage” and tubbo once (back when it first started) called it a “plankton tectonic” marriage, in roleplay it’s been... kind of not that. tubbo and ranboo make nsfw jokes about each other in character, and their characters also share a master bedroom and bed in the mansion. there's also the way c!tommy really thinks it’s a romance between them as well, and they agree with and play off that— for instance confirming that they “fell in love” when he asked, or ranboo confirming that they “make out on occasion”.

people will still put platonic on their art and posts, imo, because they’re worried about breaking ranboo and tubbo’s irl boundaries by looking like they ship them. or even just being accused of shipping real life minors. and that’s a valid fear to have.

the thing is though: c!bee duo are not cc!bee duo. they’re roleplay characters. cc!bee duo are not okay with being shipped, but they made their characters get canonically married, and call each other “husbands”. so it’s okay to write the word “husband” in your comic without adding “platonic” to it, i promise.

telling the ccs that their characters have to be platonic is... weird. it comes off as not only babying them, but also as saying teens can’t date without it being gross. which isn’t true.

(this is why seeing people overuse “platonic husband” so much bothers me. like, they ARE husbands. you can just say it. what are you trying to hide...?)

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do i think they’re canonically romantic? ehh, its likely. it’s still okay to interpret them as platonic, because again, it’s hard to tell where jokes end and roleplay begins. like, maybe it’s jokes in the rp too, and c!bee duo are just friends. friends can and should be allowed to make jokes like that with each other! aro & ace marriages exist!

or, maybe it’s actually part of the rp, and they’re very much romantic. we don’t know!

some people say they could be a qpr (queerplatonic romance), which i could see. (a qpr is a relationship that fluctuates between, or can’t quite be sorted into, “romantic” and “platonic”. people in a qpr can do romantic things while having platonic feelings for each other). in my opinion this is a very valid interpretation as well!

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CONCLUSION (sorry this got so long omfg):

are c!bee duo romantic?

its likely, but you can still interpret them however you like!

should i put /p on bee duo content?

ehhh? i find it annoying when it’s overused (as do others), but if you’re worried you can. its up to preference. putting it too much is weird though

should i put /p on things cc! bee duo do?

no. you’re not the one saying it so you can’t decide the tone tags for that. imagine you said something to your friend and a random stranger came up and was like “haha but that was /p right...?”

can i ship c!bee duo?

mmm. i’m not sure on this one. they are canonically married and very flirtatious, but the ccs don’t like being shipped and they’re close enough to being the ccs that actively shipping might be against boundaries.

can i treat c!bee duo as romantic?

yes. literally just don’t be weird about it. it’s not that hard! you can understand that two characters are husbands without making it weird

here’s the most important thing: boundaries. cc bee duo still haven’t told us what their preferences and canon is about this whole thing.

right now, i am assuming based on what they already show us they’re comfortable with, but! the second they give us any more info! all these opinions will change!

i am only going off what they do. i would never want to cross boundaries at all. i just wish they would make theirs a little more clear.

..... i hope that helped anon, i went way off the rails... i need to go to sleep.

[crsinclair]

so here's the scoop

Actually before that, I wanna say that I've participated in the Erasermic Omegaverses Zine this year, can't remember if I yelled about that on here? I was a fic writer for that - if you like Erasermic and like ABO, here's the link to the collection on Ao3! Mind the tags on the individual fics, please! ANYWAY. I've had. A fucking. Time. Kinda a rant and also an explanation for why I've been absent and also why I linked my kofi at the bottom of this. A lot of shit happened!🙃 This summer, my Papa passed away. I loved him. I really did. He was funny, kind, and he took shit from absolutely no one. If it hadn't been him I would have said I wasn't going to go help out and I was just going to go to the funeral. But it was him, so I told my friends that I was going back to the city, and I was going to help settle everything, pack his things, etc, because I loved him. I should have stayed home. First of all, my family treated me like free labor and like shit while I was there to help out. Second of all, I got into a car accident on the way to the funeral and the guy who hit me tried to intimidate me into not calling the police before driving off - and yes, I was injured. Third, my family "expressed concern" over my injury and then proceeded to have me write the obituary, decorate the funeral room alone, and asked me to be a pallbearer while injured. I could go into so much more detail but I'll spare you the horror of My Family™️. I'm honestly surprised I made it home without collapsing. AND ON THAT NOTE: A week later, I did collapse. Dramatically, and with flair. I was recovering from both whiplash, grief, and having to spend time with My Family™️ and over at my friend's grandmother's house when suddenly I didn't feel well. I stood up to splash some water on my face, got into the restroom, realized, "Hm, this is more serious than Not Feeling Well, I should tell someone Right Fucking Now," wobbled back into the other room, told the grandmother that something was wrong, and then proceeded to collapse to the ground and have a heart attack. After that, my heart rate would not calm the fuck down and I had wild heart palpitations for the next seven hours! Yes, I went to the hospital. I have been to the hospital twice more after that, had several more doctor appointments, have had several tests done (including a Tilt Table test, which 0/10, do not recommend), and there's plenty more that I could talk about (like the Tilt Table test, though I might just make a TikTok account for just to rant about that akdhfa it's both not funny and FUNNY), but what it all boils down to is this: I have a very, very severe case POTS all of a sudden and my doctor is still trying to figure out what the hell caused it. Currently I'm trying for disability benefits because I legitimately cannot work - my sleep schedule is fucked, my energy levels are all over the place, I can't stand for long at all without fainting and I can't sit for varying length of time without the same. I hate to even do this, but I'm a broke bitch who has medical bills for tests and operations (god I have one in just a few days and I am NOT looking forward to it) that I can't pay for because I don't have insurance, so: Here's my kofi page if you'd like to buy me a coffee or help me not stress about the multiple doctors visits I have every month!

I do have, like, actual things I want to talk about other than "Oh this is what I've been up to - BEING SICK" - like the cute EMic fics I have in the works, the Cheeky Brat fic I've been working on and haven't been talking about on here because it's 🤭 e x p l i c i t (teehee) and even my DnD shit that is mostly entirely self indulgent but I don't care I'm going to shove it in your faces anyway.

Anyways, that's what I've been up to. I've posted about a good portion of this on Twitter, so I know some of you guys know about this, but I wanted to give Tumblr a heads up that I am bed ridden and Doing My Best.😫

[notepadsandtealeaves]

The Volleybaes in: “I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that!”

Reader Requests || Immy’s 200 Follower Event 🎊 🎉 🎊

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↠ Prompt: “I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that!” ↠ Characters: Asahi A. | T. Aone | T. Yamaguchi

Self-depreciation? Yeah—we don’t do that here.

↠ In which you refuse to entertain these boys’ nonsense.

↠ Tho these are from the H/C list, I didn’t go too heavy on the H bit because 1. I just wrote a super angst-y piece and now I need peace, and 2. all of these boys are my babies and I cannot bear to hurt them too badly lol.

↠ I also took some liberties with the prompt sentence as is my wont; still kept the general feel, but I did switch it up a bit so that the dialogue flows better.

↠ Requested By: @kitsu-writes ((for my 200 Follower Event)) ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW H/C vibes ((but this is still an 18+ blog, so minors can kick rocks over to my ao3 lol)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip. ↠ CW for small bouts of self-doubt/self-deprecation on the boy’s part in Asahi and Aone’s sections. It’s nothing too deep, but there all the same. Also there’s like one suggestive line in Aone’s section, but again it’s nothing to write home about. ↠ CW for lots and lots of tears in Yams’ section. Baby boy’s p. upset and it shows ;n; Don’t worry tho, you love up on him until he’s feeling better. ↠ Assumed Reader Traits: Reader is shorter than Asahi (he’s 6’3”). So sorry to all the tall kings, queens, and royals in between out there, but it had to be this way because of ✨ ~ plot ~ ✨ (also know that my 5’6” self is v. jelly of your height lol). ↠ Betas? Pssh. Who needs ‘em? ((Me. I do. That much is obvious lmao.)) ↠ Total WC: 4.3k~

Sorry for the wait, my dearest requester. Yams’s section took me forever to write—okay, so I’m being dramatic, it was just a few days, but still lol. Also, why is it that the fills that give me the most grief always turn out to be the longest of the lot?? His is like 700+ words longer than the other boys, smh…

Asahi Azumane

An Ode to Scarves, Scars, and Who We Now Are || WC: ~1.3k

With the changing of the seasons comes the rotation of your wardrobe. Though a part of you is sad to say goodbye to all of the bold colors and fun prints of the summer, you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t ready for a break from the heat.

I might be a little too ready, you silently admit as you sift through the tote that holds your sweaters. Though the local meteorologists have assured the whole of the region that the weather won’t be breaking for a couple of weeks yet you don’t really care (even though practicality tells you that really, really should). But who knows—maybe you’ll actually be able to manifest the cooler temperatures through sheer want and will. And if not… Well, at least everything will be well within reach once autumn finally does settle in.

With the bulk of your clothes sorted, you turn your attention towards accessories. You know that you have a bunch of scarves around here somewhere, but you can’t remember where you stored them. Thinking back on it, you distinctly remember tossing them all into a box only to have them dumped back out and folded properly by your darling lover.

You’d felt kinda bad as you watched Asahi meticulously straighten out the various knits and materials, securing them into neat little squares or rolls before putting them away with care, but he had insisted—“I don’t mind sweetie, honest. Besides seeing all this nice fabric all smooshed up like that does something to the designer in me.”

You had stretched out across the foot of your bed like a lazing cat and kept him company while he worked, figuring it was the very least you could do. Once he’d gotten done he replaced the lid, and after labeling it, took it into the closet where…

Goddammit.

You stare up at the shelf that he’d slid the box onto so easily with his excessive height with narrowed eyes. The thing’s only just visible with you being able to make out the top, and even that’s only really possible because of its startlingly bright color. Knowing that you won’t be able to reach it without some external aid you pull out the stool that was gifted to you for just such an instance.

Kageyama, in all his unyielding pragmatism, had insisted that the height disparity between Asahi and yourself would see you needing the thing sooner or later, and he was certainly right. Your man doesn’t make a habit out of putting items that you regularly use out of your reach, but whenever it does happen you’re always grateful for the odd housewarming gift.

Unfortunately, even with the aid of the stool your fingers are just barely able to brush against the edge of the box’s lid. You brace yourself more fully against the shelf, and after making sure that your grip is secure, you rise up onto your tiptoes. The added boost of height ends up being all but negligible—in fact it only serves to make things worse as your scrambling grab actually pushes the thing further back and completely out of your reach.

You growl out your frustration, a stream of curses falling from your lips as you continue to strain yourself in vain. “Goddamn my stupid goddamn height,” you grit out as you finally accept your defeat with slumped shoulders.

A deep, rolling laugh sounds from behind you and you find yourself glaring over at its source. For his part Asahi isn’t at all cowed by your fierce look, in fact the impish tilt of his lips says that he finds you—and the whole of the situation, really—adorable.

“How long have you been watching me struggle?” you ask as you examine your fingertips. The dust that lightly coats their pads is the only thing you’ve managed to get off of the shelf and you wipe it away with a pout.

“Not long,” he promises. He crosses over to you then, his hulking frame easily boxing you in against the shelving in front of you. With one hand braced against your hip and the other reaching over your heads, he retrieves the box with an overly casual effortlessness as he says, “Here, let me get that for you.”

His breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as he speaks, and the feel of it leaves you shivering a bit despite its warmth. The feel of his solid frame pressed up against you is Doing Things to you, and the chuckle that reverberates through his chest and into your back tells you that he knows exactly what said things are—the big, fucking tease.

Ignoring the butterflies that have taken up residency in your tummy, you compose yourself as best you can, accepting the box with a word of thanks that’s waved away.

“It’s what I’m here for, love. All this height’s gotta be good for something, yeah?”

Though you know he’s joking you still find yourself frowning a bit. You remember a time when such words were spoken as his truth, and you don’t like the idea of him falling back into the habit for any reason. Placing the box on another self (of reasonable height, thank you), you turn so that you’re facing him. Standing on the stool allows you to cradle his head as you gaze down into those big, pretty eyes of his. It’s the reversal of your usual roles, and being the taller one for once gives you a better understanding of Asahi’s obsession with this particular position.

He just looks so… precious like this, so soft and sweet. Every fiber of your being screams at you to love on him and protect him at all possible costs, from anything and everything that would do him harm—including his own self-depreciating humor.

“Nuh-un, no sir—we don’t do that here,” you tell him with a firm shake of your head. “I don’t care if you are joking, I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that.”

Asahi’s face scrunches up into a confused pout before dawning strikes. His expression softens into something gooey as he pulls you closer, his arms securing themselves around your waist, before burying his face against your chest and breathing out your name.

“You really are the sweetest thing in the world, you know that, right?” You can feel his lips quirking up into a grin even through the material of your shirt, and when he pulls away to look at you again you can almost swear that your heart legit skips a beat. With a smile as bright as the morning sun for which he’s named and an aura that’s just as warm, it’s a wonder that you don’t melt right here in his arms.

God, he really is too cute for anyone’s good, especially my own. Aloud, “Please, as if you’re not the absolute sweetest man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. To be honest, you’re way closer to perfection than any one person has a right to be. It’s kinda rude, frankly, like… Leave something for the rest of us.”

He snorts a laugh at that, and while you do join in you’re just as quick to insist that you mean it all. “I really do adore you,” you remind him, “and there’s not a single thing I’d change about you—well, except for maybe how much you like to tease me.”

“Whatever, you love it.” He presses the word into your skin with a cuddling of lips against your palm.

You roll your eyes at this even as your thumbs stroke over the subtle blush that dusts his cheeks. “Well, you’re not wrong…”

A/n: I just really want to smoosh Asa’s cute lil cheeks—it’s what we both deserve, honestly…

Takanobu Aone

A Well Dressed Man || WC: 1.1k~

“Nobu?”

“Mm?”

“You’re staring.”

“Mm.”

“You’ve been standing in front of the mirror for at least five minutes now.”

“…Mm.”

To anyone else the conversation would seem unproductive to the point of being useless at best, extremely frustrating at worse, but you’ve long since learned how to speak Takanobu Aone fluently. He’s always been a man of few words, but his reticent disposition only serves to add weight to whatever it is he does decide to say. But even when he reduces his lexicon to monosyllabic sounds there’s more than enough there for you personally to decipher. Everything—from the tilt of his lips, to the crinkle of his eyes, to the least little change in inflection—has a distinct meaning.

This is why you know that he’s less than pleased with the view the mirror provides. You can hear it the slight way he hesitates, can see it in the way that the already hard set line of his mouth pulls down just that little bit more and in the deepened furrow between his eyes. The changes are minuscule, almost being impossible to differentiate from his natural resting face, really, but you’ve spent far too many hours cataloging every little divot and plane of him with eyes and fingers both to not notice the difference.

What you don’t understand, however, is the why of it all.

He looks beyond handsome in his suit—a deep slate gray number paired with a paler gray button down and monochromatic accessories—filling it out beautifully with a body honed by years of hard work, gym dates, and volleyball. Even though his days of organized sports are behind him, he still likes to keep in shape so that he doesn’t have to worry about bringing his teammates down whenever he’s able to indulge again, and it certainly shows.

You give in to the urge to trail an appreciative hand over the length of his arm, playfully squeezing at the impressive bulge that is his bicep as you go, before tangling your fingers together in a well-practiced move. Pulling him in close, you press a kiss to the corner of his jaw before saying, “You know you look good, right?”

Aone eyes your reflection and you give him a wink just to see his already budding blush intensify. And he doesn’t disappoint, with the rosedust that coats his cheeks deepening into something ruddier as he drops his eyes down and away.

“I’m serious, babe,” you insist, “you look fantastic. You’ve been staring yourself down all this time, you gotta know…”

For his part your man just huffs—a short, dismissive sound that leaves you frowning—as he refuses to meet either of your gazes in the mirror.

“I look… ridiculous,” he finally mutters after a few long moments.

It’s like someone snatches the needle off of the record that is your brain.

He thinks he looks what? The pair of you might be looking at the same man, but clearly your perceptions aren’t matching up and that just won’t do.

“Hey now, none of that. Nobu—Takanobu Aone, look at me.”

The drawn out hum is as close as he ever gets to whining, and cute though it may be, the self-depreciation that drives it is decidedly not. Honestly you have no idea where this is coming from all of a sudden, but you do know that you don’t like it.

Aside from being aware of how others tend to perceive him and taking care to not cause anyone needless distress, Aone’s never been overly concerned with his looks one way or another. He’s told you time and again that the only person whose opinion matters to him in that regard is yours—“And so long as you like what you see, I’m a happy man.”

Of course this isn’t to say that he’s placing the burden of his self-worth on your shoulders, but rather that he’s grounded enough in himself that he doesn’t have to worry about the irrelevant opinions of others. But still, he’s just a man at the end of the day, and bouts of insecurity are normal—though that doesn’t mean you’re gonna let this slide.

Once you finally get him to look at you again you direct his gaze back towards the mirror. With some gentle urging he straightens up to his full height, shoulders back and head held high. A wayward beam of sun snakes it way through a gap in the curtains, the pastel light of a slowly setting sun cutting across his face to diffuse the dusk of his irises into something more akin to clover honey. The effect only adds to his already devastating beauty, and god, you cannot for the life of you understand how he can’t always see just how handsome he is.

You slot yourself in against him, one arm coiled around his back, the other braced against the space right over his heart; it’s familiar pose that sees him wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you in tight. You allow all of the adoration and appreciation that you feel for him to pour out through your eyes as you rake them shamelessly over his reflected form, from the pale halo of his hair down to his feet and back again, wanting to embolden him even as you take your visual fill of him.

“Firstly, I refuse to let you talk about the man I absolutely adore like that, especially when he’s looking this damn good, like… Sir. I definitely need to get you into a suit more often.”

And then quickly out of it because holy shit… Though you leave that particular thought behind your teeth you’re fairly certain that something in your expression ends up telling off on you anyway, if the new wave of redness that stains his cheeks is anything to go by.

“And secondly– Okay, so, there actually isn’t another point that needs to be made right now, but any time’s a good time to remind you just how much I love you, sooo—I love, Takanobu. So very, very much.”

Aone murmurs your name around a smile that’s quickly hidden away when he ducks his head down to place a kiss against your temple. He lingers for a long moment, just breathing you in, before he finally pulls away with a sigh. He regards the pair of you with thoughtful eyes before nodding.

“We do make for a pretty cute couple, huh?”

“Oh, the absolute cutest,” you agree with a nod. “Now come on, we need to get going if we don’t want to be late past the point of being fashionable—though with ‘fits like these I’m not entirely sure that’s actually possible.”

A/n: If your name is Aone, and you’re really handsome, come on raise your haaand~! Oh, to be Aone’s cute lil s/o, going to some nondescript high class function in complimentary outfits…

Tadashi Yamaguchi

By Your Side (Until the End of Time) || WC: ~2k

The last thing you expect to hear when you enter your shared bedroom is the sound of watery sniffles.

When he doesn’t greet you at the door with his usual flurry of hugs, kisses, and questions about your day, you assume that Tadashi is either out at the gym with Tsukki or down for a nap. The former option is discarded once you find his gym bag and shoes still tucked away in your tiny hall closet, and so you move through the apartment on light feet so as not to wake him. He rarely ever takes naps if for no other reason than the absolute havoc that they wreak on his already tenuous sleep schedule, but given how hard he’s been working these past few weeks you certainly cannot say that he doesn’t deserve one.

It had been your plan to change into something more comfortable before making a hybrid of your favorite meals to celebrate surviving another week, but now…

You say his name on an exhale, sorrow and anxiousness both twisting around in your gut like a pair of unruly serpents, as you cross over to where he’s curled up on the bed. It’s clear from his lack of reaction that he wasn’t able to hear you over the sound of his own choked breaths, but the minute your weight settles onto the mattress it’s like somebody flips a switch.

Clearly the last thing Tadashi wants is for you to see him like this. The minute he registers your presence he turns into a humanoid hurricane, tossing blankets and tissues around in an effort to conceal his breakdown from you. It takes the better part of the next couple of minutes for you to get him to stop freaking out and then another five—as well as a lot of cuddles and head scratches—for him to actually tell you what it is that has him so upset.

Apparently all of the double shifts and added overtime were all taken on in hopes of securing a promotion. Though the higher-ups had assured him that he was a shoe-in, they also made it very clear that he could be easily usurped if he “ –didn’t put in the work.” Corporate-typical bullshit, naturally, but that’s the world you live in. Tadashi had gone through the motions, taking on projects that were far above his pay grade and logging more hours than what was probably legal, only for it to come to nothing in the end.

“They gave it to Ono,” he spits out the man’s name as if its temporary residence in his mouth is an offense in itself, “even though he didn’t do shit. What makes it even worse is that he didn’t even try to take credit for anything! Not that he has too, I guess. He’s marrying into the family—the regional manager’s daughter, in fact, and Mister Hara has to ‘secure her future’ or whatever.”

You’ve been mostly quiet so far, just keeping him close and letting him vent, and up until now your plan has been proving to be successful. Talking it out allowed Tada to self-soothe, with the worse of his frustrations and anger being somewhat alleviated by having someone who’s firmly on his side lending him an ear.

Though his emotions have ebbed and flowed throughout his retelling, they had been steadily stabilizing right up until he spoke that last sentence. You have no idea what it is about the statement that’s left him quaking in your arms once more, and your questions net you little more than jerky little shakes of his head.

“Tadashi,” you start, your hands gently cradling his head as you force him to meet your stare.

Watching the way his eyes leak like cracked levees, the tears cascading down his cheeks in a near constant stream to collect against your palms and drip down your wrists… it breaks something in you. You have to bite down hard on your own emotions before you fall headfirst into a grief that you don’t fully understand. Falling apart now won’t do either of you any good, this you know, and so you quickly center yourself with a deep breath before trying again.

“Tadashi, baby, please—please just tell me what’s wrong. Tell me how to help, how-how to fix this– You know how much I hate seeing you hurt like this…”

Your pleads have the exact opposite effect, though you probably should’ve seen that coming since when he gets like this his anxiety has tendency to feed off of your own. The potential to get caught up in a loop of negative feedback is always there, but you’ve both managed to get a handle on things over the years. As a result it’s been a long, long time since you’ve seen your man this upset and honestly it’s a view that you could’ve gone the rest of your life without revisiting.

Once it becomes obvious that your words are falling on sorrow-deafened ears you give up on trying to understand the situation for now and instead help him to work through it. Tender hands and loving reminders are all that you can offer him, and nearly more than what he’s willing to accept at first, but eventually he leans into your ministrations before settling himself again. The pair of you exist in the hush for a long while after, both too afraid of what will happen if you dare to breech it too soon.

Your hands occupy themselves with carding through his hair—the crop of it far shorter than the floppy mop he rocked from your earliest years right up until college graduation. The length was just another thing he sacrificed when he entered the working world in an effort to make himself more marketable to people who would never appreciate that which was simply expected. Though you certainly miss his longer locks, there’s more than enough there for you to play with and the motions are soothing to you both.

Eventually Tadashi’s breathing evens out and deepens. With his face buried against your stomach you cannot tell if he’s actually asleep or just on the verge of it, but you get your answer when he speaks again.

“I’m a dumbass,” he says, a bitter laugh punctuating the sentence.

You lightly bop him on the head for that one. “No you’re not, and you’d better not say it again. I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that—it’s illegal.” He snorts at that and earns another head bop for his troubles.

“If anyone’s the dumbass, it’s your boss,” you continue on. “I’ve heard you complain about Ono enough times to know he won’t last a month in that position—hell, the company as a whole may take a hit if he’s even half as much of a jack-off as you say. If Hara really wanted to secure his daughter’s future he should’ve talked her out of marrying such an incompetent jackass, but the whole family’s got shitty taste, I guess. Couldn’t be me, I’ll tell you that much. I like my men to be as brilliant as they are beautiful.”

With the side of his face smooshed against you, you’re able to land a decent boop on his nose, giggling and cooing at the way his face scrunches up at the  brief bit of contact like a bunny. When you call him as such he nips at the fingers that are still tapping at his face before capturing the offending hand with his own and pressing a kiss into its palm. He raises his head to look at you then, a little smile gracing his face. The sentiment is soft and no small bit shaky, but there all the same, and only growing larger when you return it.

He reaches for you then, quickly crawling up and wrapping himself around you when you open your arms to him. He brushes his lips against your temple before resting his cheek against yours, and the tacky feelings of his half-dried tears is a bitter reminder of just how unfair the universe can be.

You press kiss after kiss along the salty tracks in an attempt to replace the pain with something sweeter. When you inevitably reach his lips Tadashi holds you in place with a hand against you jaw in a motion that’s desperate, but not demanding. It’s clear that he just wants to keep you close, to revel in this gentle intimacy for a little bit longer. When he does finally pull away he doesn’t go far, choosing instead to brace his forehead against yours as he lets out a little sigh.

“Thank you, baby, I… gods, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Your lips quirk up into a little smile as you promise him that he’ll never have to find out.

|| Bonus

“I’m sorry, Yamaguchi, you’re a good worker—one of the best we have, in fact—but I have to help secure my daughter’s future in any way I can. I’m sure you understand, and if not one day you will, when you have a child of your own.”

The brief conversation, if one can actually call it as much in good conscious, replays itself for the umpteenth time since sleep has deprived Tadashi of your company. He knows that entertaining the loop isn’t doing him any good, but there doesn’t seem to be much else for it. At least he’s past the point of oscillating between wanting to punch something and bawling his eyes out, having now found himself firmly in a place of nearly detached rumination.

Oddly enough once he found out the company that his longtime friend would be working at was family owned, Tsukki had warned him about the high potential of just such a snub happening. He had waved off the blond’s words at the time, writing it off to Kei’s naturally pragmatic disposition—“No, it’s cynicism, pure and simple”, the man would insist—but now…

He finds himself sneering at his boss’s words. As if Tadashi doesn’t have a future of his own to secure, as if he doesn’t have plans for a life with you—ones where you share a surname and taxes and everything else that comes with tethering your lives together in a more official capacity, from the wondrous to the beautifully domestic and pleasantly mundane.

He has always wanted to give you the whole of the world, but knowing that isn’t entirely possible (more’s the pity), he’s settled for giving you the best of what he can offer. That’s why he pushed himself so hard to be brave back in elementary school, why he took on AP class after AP class in high school, why he padded his resume with every club and volunteer program that his already packed schedule would allow for all through college. He’s done everything that he can to give himself the best shot at giving you the life that you deserve, but hard work and dedication means little in a world ran by men like Gen Hara.

The train of thought sees his mind drifting to the little velvet box that lay hidden in a larger, more nondescript box that’s tucked away in a rarely used corner of your closet.

He’d once heard it said that there is never an exact perfect time to ask someone to marry you, a thing that the universe seems determined to prove true with him as Exhibit A. Still, even with his carefully constructed plan laying shattered around him and a future that’s not so certain as it had been just twelve hours ago ahead of you both, he can’t help but to feel hopeful.

There may not be an exact right moment, true, but there is an exact right person and they’re right here beside him–

Where they always are and always will be—until death do us part.

A/n: Mmm—I love the smell of background ‘childhood friends to lovers’ trope in the morning lmao.

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(Reaction below, but go read this! It's a super sweet fic at its core about sharing a meal.)

> honestly I just wanted to write this exact scene as is but then the idea uhhhhh well it got away from me

Never apologize for supersizing my fluff order 

>“But me,” he sneers, “cooking? Beyond humiliating." I am chewing on if this is actually his feelings or like, adjacent to feeling like a servant a la Cazador or like dramatic bastard.exe, or perhaps even I like to think him being concerned that most of the party was recently dead. You know, snark to avoid feelings and all. I do love the idea that Astarion will use the “pets” as an audience. Dramatic efl. 

> Scratch soon joins, too, never one to miss out on affection offered freely, and so Astarion has to alternate between petting them both. As he bakes dinner. For everyone in camp but himself.

Oh the contrast. :c Give the boy a hug!!!

> “Can you?”

I am reminded having read through Halsin’s voice lines, that his neutral responses are kind of brutal. Like dang. 

> Astarion found himself directed to a meager stash of ingredients—because the bigger one is located in Gale’s pocket dimension for preserving any and all food, which they now cannot access with the wizard comatose.

This is a nightmare to me as a cook. 

>He’d thrown in the spices they had as well, and by the way the meat smelled, he’d added just the right concoction of those. You can’t smell salt unless it’s really badly over-salted. Blood is actually salty (its salter than seawater fwi) so he might also be right fucked up from that. 

>He hopes, though he’s loath to admit it to himself, that Tav enjoys it, at least.

Oh no, he’s starting to care. Poor baby. 

> It’s then that Astarion cuts in with the announcement that dinner seems to be, by all means, ready. Oh I love dialgoue without tags like this. You got his cadence so well! 

> Gale scowls, unable to accept that they decided to ‘trust dinner to a vampire whose diet only consists of blood and self-glorification,’ rather than wait for his rather lengthy return from nigh-eternal sleep. 

I love Gale. You got his hubris right here. 

> “Hm. Neither did I, but by Vlaakith, it truly does taste… palatable.”

You know, in some cultures, that is high praise. (Not too sweet being a high compliment, for example.) I feel like the Gith would be like that. I think the hesitancy is Lae’zel being afraid to offer up such a sincere compliment. :P

> “Did you steal it?”

I love this section of “our himbo cooked something….HOW”. This was my favorite one. 

> “Then how?” Gale frowns, chewing slowly, so evidently confused as to why he isn’t disgusted by it. OK, this one might be my favorite. Gale’s hubris is so charming to me, IDK what’s wrong with me. 

> “When his father was ever so busy with magistrate business, begging his only son to support his mother in any way he could at home while he worked his way up, growing desperate as their family fortune dwindled. “ Damn. So yeah, I think about Astarion having a charlan background in his official DnD sheet and this is a lovely way to say it. Him being from a family of graspers with back luck makes sense. It’s also tragic because yeah, food is often one of the last memories we lose. It must be horrible to remember you had people you loved this way but can’t remember who they were. Just how much you cared. > Seems like he’s valued after all.

Ah, there’s those insecurity issues! 

> “Oh! Remember that time you crushed me—and Gale by the way—with that bloody sun temple?”

XD 

> ““It’s. Well. Uh. I can taste it.” As an Ace, I cannot think of a higher expression of love than letting a vampire get to enjoy garlic bread again. 

> Tav sneaks a glance at the others, who are all doing a rather piss poor job of ignoring Tav and Astarion’s little moment of closeness. Yeah, there is no healthy boundaries in a camp like this, lol.

Seriously though- how did my little ace heart not thinking about garlic bread???

Could you write something about astarion getting to eat a dish with garlic in it for the first time since he became a vampire?

I assume that the tadpole would let him do that and think getting to experience food youre basically allergic to again is an experience.

Maybe it doesnt taste the way he remembers and doesnt compare to memory (based on my experience with milk based products)

Delectable Treats

A/N: honestly I just wanted to write this exact scene as is but then the idea uhhhhh well it got away from me XD not quite into crack territory (hopefully) but definitely there with a hefty dose of humor and fluff🥺 hope you enjoy✨

Rating: T | Pairing: Astarion/Male Tav | Words: 2,362

Tags: Humor, Fluff, Banter, Astarion Being Astarion, Astarion POV, Appropriate Use of Illithid Parasite Powers

Summary:

Astarion lets out the heaviest sigh he can manage, making it all kinds of dramatic; he has an audience after all. He turns to said audience, looking them straight in the eyes, and says, “Can you believe I’ve been relegated to this? By my own lover, no less.” He only gets a headshake and a slow blink in reply. “Have you nothing to say about my misfortune? At all?"

Or, after a violent altercation that leaves most of the crew dead or incapacitated, Astarion ends up cooking dinner for the newly healed and revivified. It goes as well as you… wouldn't expect, really.

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Astarion lets out the heaviest sigh he can manage, making it all kinds of dramatic. He has an audience after all. He turns to said audience, looking them straight in the eyes, and says,

“Can you believe I’ve been relegated to this? By my own lover, no less.” He only gets a headshake and a slow blink in reply. “Have you nothing to say about my misfortune? At all? And this is after all the treats I’ve given you! Scratch? Tara?”

Scratch barks at him, circling around himself a few times as he wags his tail. Tara keeps staring at him with a calm, collected expression which Astarion can swear is almost sympathetic. She then allows a gentle, drawn-out meow.

“I mean, it’s like we’re just tools for them, aren’t we?” Astarion goes on, lifting the lid to check on his… experiment. Seems fine, for now at least. “You, Scratch, ever bound to chase that muddied pathetic excuse for a ball—remind me to buy a new one next time we’re out, by the way.”

He focuses once more on the spell he has active, heating the metal contraption further as the time is just about up.

“And you, Tara—are you forever fated to hunt down rare scrolls for Gale and be his comfort object?” Astarion goes on. “Well, I mean, that is what cats are—”

Tara cuts him off with a hiss.

“—I mean, tressyms are for, of course.” Tara’s hiss melds into a threatening growl, which Astarion completely ignores. “But me,” he sneers, “cooking? Beyond humiliating."

Scratch barks his agreement. Tara flaps her wings in another half-hearted threat, before sliding closer to Astarion, no doubt asking for apologetic pets.

With another painstaking sigh, Astarion relents, running his hands through her soft fur. Scratch soon joins, too, never one to miss out on affection offered freely, and so Astarion has to alternate between petting them both. As he bakes dinner. For everyone in camp but himself. 

Astarion supposes it's kind of his own fault for not keeping his mouth shut but he prefers to blame everyone else anyway. Shadowheart for casting her new 'blessing' of a protection spell on them before their party left. Clueless herself that the spell would deal damage to her for every wound the targets suffer, and so she just up and died spontaneously while staying back at camp. Lae’zel up next, killed by a far-too-lucky blast to the head. Gale drained dry of almost all life within him with a necrotic energy so strong that Tav's Counterspell did nothing against it. Karlach and Wyll both trapped by Hold Person and hit by a rock—luckily not quite killed, but very much incapacitated.

The Underdark truly was a place too dark and full to the brim with terrors.

Astarion and Tav managed to avoid most of the damage; Astarion by hiding and Tav with a Globe of Invulnerability that came into effect far too late to protect the others. And so, the both of them ended up dragging dead and disfigured bodies of their friends back to camp, where Halsin, a newly resurrected Shadowheart, and Tav tended to the wounded—and Withers to the dead. The quite gory sight made even Astarion uncomfortable, the spilled blood not inducing any hunger, just crippling anxiety for those he has come to call friends.

“I suppose dinner will have to wait,” Halsin says somewhat grimly, somewhat as a joke as he takes in the gravity of the situation.

“If it’s not anything difficult,” some doubtless evil force prompted Astarion to say, “I can take care of that.”

“Can you?” 

“Really?”

And suddenly, Astarion found himself directed to a meager stash of ingredients—because the bigger one is located in Gale’s pocket dimension for preserving any and all food, which they now cannot access with the wizard comatose. It’s how he finds himself here, now, opening the metal contraption serving as a poor substitute for an oven, kept hot continuously by a Heat Metal spell Tav modified to run past its one-minute time limit. Lying there on the makeshift cooking trays is perfectly cooked, aromatic garlic bread along with a few hefty pieces of beef lathered with the variety of vegetables Astarion had found in the stash. He’d thrown in the spices they had as well, and by the way the meat smelled, he’d added just the right concoction of those.

This is absolute insanity, Astarion decides. Though he can’t help but feel strangely satisfied with his efforts. He hopes, though he’s loath to admit it to himself, that Tav enjoys it, at least.

It all starts to seem even more like a fever dream as Astarion returns to the campfire to find all of his companions in an adequate state of healed or revivified. Some drinking water, some leaning hard on the booze. 

“My painkiller,” Wyll insists, holding tight to his wine bottle. 

“Give it back and eat first,” Shadowheart reprimands him, herself still looking more like a walking corpse than a living being. 

It’s then that Astarion cuts in with the announcement that dinner seems to be, by all means, ready.

There’s skepticism, at first. Gale scowls, unable to accept that they decided to ‘trust dinner to a vampire whose diet only consists of blood and self-glorification,’ rather than wait for his rather lengthy return from nigh-eternal sleep. Tav smiles as he cuts himself his share, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, the look in them a bit apprehensive. Karlach says, well, they’ve gotten through the sheer hell sprung up on them in the Underdark, they can survive food poisoning, right?

Astarion simply lounges with his head on Tav’s lap in their childish-looking circle around the fire, wishing he could drop dead a second time in his increasingly agonizing existence. Preferably right there on the spot.

Though when Tav runs his hands through Astarion’s hair, the touch soft, and warm, and perfect—Astarion thinks that maybe that’s payment enough for enduring all this slander.

“I’ll remind you,” he says, waving in Tav and Halsin’s direction, “that you explicitly asked for this.”

“Wait, listen!” Karlach’s eyes grow wide. “Holy hells, this is actually good!”

“What?” and that’s Gale, “I don’t believe it.”

“Hm. Neither did I, but by Vlaakith, it truly does taste… palatable.”

“Palatable? The bread is fucking delicious! Astarion, how did you manage it?”

“Is it a flavor illusion?”

“Did you steal it?”

“Did you hire one of your ghouls to do it?”

“No, ghouls wouldn’t know how to cook, Tav, stop acting the idiot. But maybe he has some imprisoned, tortured chef we’re unaware of?”

“Honestly, sweet Shadowheart.” Astarion lifts his hand to his chest in mock offense. “I would never stoop so low.”

“Then how?” Gale frowns, chewing slowly, so evidently confused as to why he isn’t disgusted by it.

Astarion only grins. “Trade secret.” Mentioning nothing of how he was himself quite concerned about the end result. He hasn’t cooked anything in hundreds of years—what felt like eternity, really. 

But there was a time—and the memory of that time is too precious and painful to be lost even to Cazador’s hold. A time when his mother fell ill of a magical ailment that required a most complex and lengthy treatment. When his father was ever so busy with magistrate business, begging his only son to support his mother in any way he could at home while he worked his way up, growing desperate as their family fortune dwindled. And so, Astarion had to learn to cook from scratch, opting for baking and boiling with just the right concoction of spices to make even laughably simple meals tasty nonetheless. Something his mother could stomach even during the most severe fevers and his father would eat cold as he returned from late nights at the office. Astarion barely remembers either of their faces, barely allows himself to utter their names in his mind, but these flashes of memory stay etched too deep into his brain to be forgotten.

“Well, I admit it,” Wyll says then, returning Astarion’s attention to the present. “I owe you an apology for the mistrust, Astarion. But I honestly thought this would taste like ashes in my mouth.”

“It would only taste like that to me,” Astarion says, “don’t you worry.”

“Oh!” Tav throws him a strange look. Astarion still can’t quite get used to the beauty of those eyes, especially as they reflect the firelight, blue and green reflecting the flame’s auburn hue. “I just wanted to offer you to try. I—I forgot, sorry.”

Astarion shrugs. “No need to apologize, darling,” he mutters, “it's my burden to bear.”

“But it’s literally melting in my mouth, it’s that good!” Karlach persists, quite loudly.

“I’d say it might just be because of the…” Shadowheart motions at the entirety of Karlach. “The heat, but I agree.”

And so commences another round of compliments Astarion can’t quite deny are lifting his mood.

Well. Seems like he’s valued after all. He sees Scratch and Tara watching him through half-lidded eyes as they doze by the fire. Envious, no doubt.

“Listen,” Tav says suddenly, putting away his plate, the food just half-finished.

Astarion asks, “Something wrong?” from where he’s still resting on Tav’s lap.

“Not at all.” Tav has that dangerous glint in his eyes, the same one he gets when he’s describing a new terrifying way he’s bent metamagic to do his (sometimes downright insane) bidding. “I was just thinking.”

“Quite dangerous for us all,” Astarion remarks, lifting himself up to sit facing his lover, “if you’re thinking of doing something… questionable again.”

“When have I ever made a so-called ‘questionable’ choice, love?”

“Oh! Remember that time you crushed me—and Gale by the way—with that bloody sun temple?”

“Anyway.” Tav averts his eyes. Astarion is glad to see he’s still embarrassed about that particular debacle. “What I was thinking is that… the tadpoles allow us to read each other's thoughts, yes? And use the other’s senses—I mean it worked when I showed you your face, right?”

Astarion’s already slow enough heart skips a drawn-out beat as he remembers. Connected to Tav’s mind, resonant with his soul, seeing through his eyes: a reflection Astarion has all but forgotten. Silver curls framing a face that seemed so new yet painfully familiar. Red eyes staring back at him—a prettier shade than the gory blood-red he’s always imagined.

“I remember,” he says, “how could I forget? You insist on showing it to me every day.”

Tav smiles. “Because it makes you happy.” And Astarion can’t help but smile in turn. It does.

Tav opens his mouth as if to say something, then thinks better of it. Chews on his lip, considering. Then finally asks, “Let me in?”

Astarion frowns at the proposition, still unsure of what Tav has on his mind. But he’s long gotten over the initial distrust he harbored. There really is no going back, Astarion supposes, now that he’s shown his cards and revealed just how much he cherishes Tav, relishes his closeness. How thankful he is for Tav's painfully earnest sympathy regarding Astarion’s past interfering with the present. His patience is another precious gift, as Astarion grows used to the simplest touches once more, just now comfortable with all kinds of intimacy that don’t quite lead further, thoroughly enjoying the chastest of kisses.

And so, “All right,” Astarion says. Closes his eyes and opens his mind to Tav’s.

It feels familiar, a rush of warmth that makes him shudder. A foreign presence in his thoughts that’s welcomed, because it comes with peace and no hint of deception.

“Open your eyes,” Tav prompts, then. Astarion does—only to see Tav offering him a piece of the garlic bread from his plate.

“I can’t—”

“Just try it.”

Frowning, quite confused, Astarion still accepts the piece. Takes a tiny bite and—

“Oh.” His eyes grow wide. “Hells. What the?..”

“It worked?” And Tav is smiling at him, that childlike joy illuminating his face as it so often does. “I supposed that the senses we share through the connection aren't just limited to sight. It could be taste as well. How is it?”

“Erm,” Astarion himself is quite speechless, too focused on the taste buds that are finally working the way they’re supposed to. The bread is sweet-tinged with a slightly salty base, so soft it melts on his tongue, buttery but not overly so. “It’s. Well. Uh. I can taste it. ”

“You can.”

“It’s… strange. Such a… unique flavor. I don’t even have a memory to compare it to,” Astarion muses, treating himself to another bite. "It's quite like I'm trying it for the first time." He mirrors Tav’s smile unconsciously, feeling a giddy kind of happiness bubbling in his chest. He can’t quite tell whose it is. Maybe it stems from them both. “But actually—it’s delectable, if I say so myself.”

“See what I mean?” Gale grumbles from someplace too far off to bother Astarion’s reverie. “Thrives on self-glorification.”

“Thank you, my love.” Astarion leans in for a gentle kiss. Draws it out, moving his lips softly against Tav’s, melding their thoughts so that what forms is one unified feeling of contentment. Happiness. Love—the most delightful gift Astarion’s been given. “Still, you make my life all the better,” Astarion whispers as he draws away. “You treat me so kindly and yet ask for no favors in return. I’m feeling increasingly guilty about it, truth be told.”

“Don’t.” Tav shakes his head. “You don’t owe me anything. Your happiness is a reward precious enough.”

“And how do I make you happy?” Astarion demands. “Right now, this very moment?”

Tav sneaks a glance at the others, who are all doing a rather piss poor job of ignoring Tav and Astarion’s little moment of closeness.

“Let’s get away,” Tav suggests, voice barely above a whisper. “Enjoy dinner in private. If I get a few more of those kisses out of you—I might just be the luckiest person alive.”

“Darling.” Astarion grins at the idea, though Tav must already feel his excitement through their connection. “Nothing would please me more.”

~~~

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Nightmares w/ Fushiguro, Itadori and Gojo

Request: Since you write for JJK now could I req Megumi, Yuuji and Satoru where reader has a nightmare and they have a sleepover? - anonymous

Heehehehehehehehehehe the first ever JJK post on here and oh boyyyyyy. I love all of them so much but Yuuji and Megumi just hit different. Ah the flavor. This may not be the song post I had promised yall earlier today but I couldn’t help myself after reading a bunch of thirst posts from @jujutsucurses​  and I just felt the need to contribute to this fandom.  Love ya.💖💖

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warnings: nightmares, some tears but mainly fluff. 

Fushiguro Megumi

-Ahhhh I love this man so much fiohwohfo.

-He gets why you have nightmares. 

-Your latest mission had gone south leaving you the sole survivor of the whole ordeal. 

-He could see the fear in your eyes the moment you stepped into the school but since he didn’t want to expose you in front of the others he had just grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers before giving a firm squeeze. 

-It was a simple reminder that he was here with you. 

-That you were alright and nothing could hurt you now. 

-So when he heard the soft knock on his door that night he knew immediately who it was. 

-He already had your favorite hoodie of his splayed on his bed and a fluffy blanket so you could cuddle before bed maybe vent to him if you wanted. 

-Opening the door he came face to face with a teary eyed you clutching the ends of your sleeves in a vice grip while your voice trembled as you spoke. 

- “C-can I sleep h-here tonight?” 

-He wasted no time in pulling you into a hug and leading you to his bed, motioning to the hoodie as an invitation. 

-He turned around while you changed, walking out of his room for a moment to grab you a glass of water only to be stopped by a small whine. 

- “I’ll be right back angel.” 

-In two minutes you were cuddled up under the fluffy blanket, your ear pressed over Megumi’s beating heart as you balled his shirt in your fists, wanting him as close as possible. 

-He couldn’t do much. 

-You hadn’t spoken since you came in and no matter how much he hugged and rubbed your back he couldn’t stop your trembles. 

-Raising his knees, he caged your form closer to his body peppering kisses on your hairline as he continued to rub small circles on your back. 

- “Wanna try to sleep?” 

-You looked up at him before burying your face in his neck, giving him a small nod before hooking your arms under his. 

-Without moving a lot, he laid down kissing you again before closing his eyes. 

- “I don’t know what happened and you don’t have to tell me. But I can see how much it hurts you and I can’t just let that go on, so what do you say you stay here for the next few days?”

-You could only nod in agreement as you nuzzled more into his chest.

- “I love you.” 

-It was a restful week. 

-Although you did have Gojo teasing you and warning about unplanned pregnancies. 

-Nobara couldn’t understand what you saw in Megumi *um girl is you blind?* and kept sneaking into his room. 

-Yuuji….didn’t really care, he gave you guys a wave every morning when you got out for breakfast and that was really it. 

-Makki cannot wait to tell Todo that Megumi has a girlfriend who stays in his room every night. 

Itadori Yuuji

-Baby boiii.

-He is so cute omg. 

-I cannot begin to describe how much I love him and his stupid fluffy pink hair. 

-Anyways back to the point. 

-He knew that his ‘death’ had shaken you up. 

-It had been weeks until his classmates found out that he was indeed alive and well. 

-That Sukuna had resurrected him and that everything was fine. 

-In those weeks he also knew that you mourned him and that you most likely blamed yourself for what happened to him. 

-You were there, you saw Sukuna rip his heart out from his chest *literally*. 

-He remembers seeing the terror behind your eyes as he watched the scene unfold while under Sukuna’s control. 

-He remembers how you scrambled out of the car despite your bleeding injuries only to get to him. 

-It haunted him as well at times. 

-He couldn’t get your face at that moment out of his mind. 

-But despite your fear for him not being next to you in the morning during breakfast, you had never bothered him before. 

-Nobara had to calm you down more than once but you had made her promise to not outer a word to anyone if she valued her bag collection.  

-Tonight though you had an aching feeling that you wouldn’t find him in his dorm. 

-That you had lost him again and that caused you to rush to his dorm at 3 am, frantic knocking almost waking up Megumi next door. 

- “Babe?” 

-He was right there in front of you, hand raised to rub his eye the other one underneath his hoodie scratching at his stomach. 

-He is alright, he is not dead, he is alive, he is okay- 

- “Hey hey why are you crying? Y/N baby what’s wrong?” 

-He pulled you inside quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you flush to his chest, his worry sky rocketing when you started full on sobbing while clasping his shirt. 

- “Y-you’re o-okay.” 

-And with that he knew immediately what this was all about. 

-He never expected you to have a breakdown. 

-Your rage the moment you found out he was alive and then the lecture he got from you were the only reactions he had gotten about that incident. 

-But here you were, crying your eyes out because you thought that he was gone again. 

- “P-please don’t l-leave me a-again. P-please Yuuji.”

-Scooping you up in his arms, he let you wrap your legs lightly around him as he took you with him to the kitchen to grab a glass of water in hopes of calming you down. 

-Unlike Megumi he wasn’t about to leave you alone in his room not even for a second. 

-When It’s time to finally go back to sleep he won’t pull you off of him he’ll just lay you on his chest with your head over his heart. 

- “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’m alright. We’re alright.” 

Gojo Satoru

-In all of his years as a sorcerer he had never seen you so defeated before. 

-It was a rare sight and one he never wants to see again.

-Being a teacher in the same school as him made keeping an eye on your idiot of a boyfriend easy. 

-Or so you thought. 

-You were with him on the car ride to meet principal Yaga when he said to leave him on the side of the street. 

- “I’ll find you at Yaga’s darling.” 

- “Sato what-”

-He had simply kissed you before closing the door mouthing an ‘I love you’. 

-He had worried you out of your mind.

-You had sensed the presence of immense amounts of cursed energy at some point while you waited which only made the matters worse. 

-He will be fine, he is the best for a reason. 

-No matter how logical those thoughts sounded you couldn’t fully convince yourself.  

-He came later than other times and you could see he was a little disheveled. 

-Not much because he is Gojo Satoru after all but you were able to notice.

-Later that night he told you what had happened and you got into a small argument about his recklessness and how he shouldn’t keep you out of things like this. 

- “We are a team Sato, we always have been. No matter what you don’t just tell me to leave.”

-You had both gone to sleep with slight frowns on your faces, the bitter taste of your argument still present on your tongues. 

-Despite it all he still clung to you, his arms wrapped securely around your middle as you nestled back into him. 

-He woke up at an ungodly hours because you were fidgeting next to him. 

-Trembles and soft sobs racked through your body, your eyes still closed but your brows had furrowed, a grimace present on your features as you turned this way and that. 

-Your hand was clutching his oh so tightly, small whimpers leaving your lips as sweat rolled down your forehead. 

- “Darling? Wake up.”

-You shrunk away as he went to nudge your shoulder with his other hand and that’s when he realized that he wasn’t going to wake you up so easily. 

-When you had nightmares it could only go one of two ways. 

- A) you woke up before Satoru even realized you were having a nightmare or 

- B) you couldn’t wake up at all unless Satoru splashed you with water or maybe an earthquake happened. 

-Apparently this particular night you wouldn't be able to wake up. 

-Bringing you into his lap with his fingers still intertwined with yours, he swayed back and forth as more trembles shook through you. 

-He hated it when you had nightmares. 

-He felt so useless. 

-He couldn’t protect you from them, he couldn’t stop them and he couldn’t fight them. 

-He could only try to calm you down by making his presence clear while you battled them alone. 

-You were right, you two have always been a team and will always be one.

-That will never change no matter what. 

- “I’m here, darling, I’m here.”

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[solarstellarstar]

OC Info★

Thanks for tagging me @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat :> This was super fun to fill out and I may have even revealed so much information about Solar that not a lot of people know about yet. Tagging~ @secondherrscher (note that I have skipped some questions, you can get the original template from Kuron)

(A. Appearance)

The shape of their eyes? Length/style of Lashes?

Solar has round eyes and she even has aegyo sal. However, she commonly has dark eye bags due to lack of sleep but she can just cover those up with concealer. Her eyelashes are between a short to average length. She curls them often and adds mascara :p

2. Any piercing? How many?

Her ears aren't actually pierced and she uses clip-on earrings. For the time being, she doesn't want that to change.

3. Hair colour? Was it dyed before?

Hair colour is between a very dark brown and black. She attempted to dye one side of her hair purple herself but she eventually gave up seeing how difficult it was.

4. Describe casual outlook/outfit 

A black dress with puffy sleeves that has laced borders + a cardigan of either purple or brown colour. And we can't forget heels. Solar will wear heels casually.

5. Any physical uniqueness?

Permanent bruising and a scar high up on her right outer thigh but she just covers it up with stockings or makeup. If someone were to notice it, she would claim it was from an accident during early training days.

6. Are they confident with their looks?

Typically, she's prideful and confident about looking cute as peers often assure her. But she can be shaken by accusations and insults such as, "plastic surgery monster" from haters or antis.

7. What kind of expression do they usually wear?

A smile with joy in her eyes. But if you looked closer, her eyes show signs of exhaustion and fatigue.

(B. Bout them)

Height? Age? Occupation?

Claims to be either 179cm or 167cm. Neither is true. She is naturally 160cm

Seventeen years old, the second year in high school

Idol-in-training aka idol trainee

2. How would you describe your OC's personality?

Seemingly childish, bubbly and a little outspoken. But in reality, Solar can be extremely envious and clingy as she clings to the small hints of good relationships with people who don't actually treat her right.

According to Hiromi, Solar has changed over the years due to Lunar's harsh and cruel treatment. Apparently, Solar is now pugnacious and quick-tempered due to what happened over the years.

3. Three hidden knowledge or secrets about them.

Hmm... do I spill? 🤔

Nah, not now.

Just kidding I came to expose

Has a major crush on you-know-who (this is probably already common knowledge)

Has been envious and resentful toward Lunar all her life

Her first occurrence with the supernatural was when she visited the Kanemoto manor as a kid. She wandered into an out-of-bounds room and came across a human that had been enslaved for blood purposes. She agreed to help them escape but they betrayed her last second and small Setsuna chased them and accidentally caused them to topple down the stairs. At that moment, she believed she just murdered a person. Present-day Solar does not remember any of this.

4. Talk about their room design

A basic small room with a bed, wardrobe and bookshelves full of albums and fan merch of different music albums. There also are different posters of her favourite idol groups above her bed, one special photo with Lunar hung on the wall and if Solar's shoe boxes can't fit in the wardrobe she'll just stuff them under her bed.

5. Do they have someone that they like?

This is basic trivia at this point. *COUGHS AGGRESSIVELY*

6. Do they have someone that they worship?

Lunar.

7. What are they skilled in; What are they not skilled in doing? 

Other than singing and dancing, she is pretty skilled in hair styling. But she cannot paint or draw at all.

(C. Community)

Do they have many friends? 

Two best friends that she considers the closest are Lunar and Hiromi. All the other friends haven't been "approved" by Lunar but Solar doesn't care at this point.

2. How do they behave towards friends? How do they behave towards strangers?

General friends will get the occasional hug every now and then. Solar may trust them enough to seek comfort or solace from them when upset.

For strangers, she wants to put up a good first impression. She'll be sociable or friendly, but one bad impression can take all of that away completely.

3. How do they behave towards closer friends?

If it meant it would save their friendship, Solar would do whatever it takes to save that friendship. Losing them would be the end of the world. She depends on them. She cannot carry on without them.

4. How do they behave towards their best friend(s)?

Basically same as above.

5. How do they behave towards the ones older than them? 

Usually extremely polite and a little shy. But as time goes on, she may eventually treat them the same as someone that is the same age as her (how is this girl not embarrassed?)

6. Do they like hanging out outdoors?

In a sociable setting, yes. But if it meant she had to stand around outside alone, she wouldn't like that very much.

7. Do they prefer to be alone or with a group of friends?

Ideally, she wants to be around her two close friends all the time but there are those moments when she just wants to walk away from it all: referring to her so-called fans that dig their cakey fingers into her private life.

(D. Diet)

Do they prefer eating rice or noodles?

Not really a preference but she eats noodles more than rice as she doesn't know how to cook rice at home. (Setsuna your parents have failed you)

2. Do they like soft drinks?

Yup! Although she only drinks them around 3 times a month she regularly drinks energy drinks to keep her awake.

3. What are their most hated food; What are their favourite food?

Almonds and purin. Moving on.

4. Are they picky in terms of meals?

She'll take whatever she is given out of respect for the person giving it- but she refuses to eat birthday cakes.

5. Do they prefer sweet or salty food? 

Sweet stuff all the way!

[wizardcommune]

aaaaaa i also love urbosa (i’m the previous anon that asked for her ehe) i am just a Little Lesbian who is starved for content... is it too much to ask for sfw alphabet with her? i really don’t think you write her out of character like you worry in the tags :>

urbosa sfw alphabet

a/n - THANK YOU!!! that means so much to hear fndbsngm 

also, i’m so sorry about the wait on this one!! my school’s trimester is ending early so i’ve been trying to raise my grades at mach twenty. i do have a break now though, so i’ll be able to write more frequently!!

pairing - urbosa x reader

warnings - none!!

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

urbosa prefers giving verbal affection, and receiving physical affection! she compliments you as often as possible

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

as a best friend, she teases you a lot. she's like a big sister

but like. y’know. not in a weird way,,

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

she does! she’s not an extremely touchy person, but it would be comforting to hold you

her favorite positions are to lay on her back and put your head on her chest or shoulder, or spooning. no matter your height, She Will Always Be The Big Spoon

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

urbosa would still want to lead gerudo town as chieftain, but she’d settle down more in terms of fighting. she wouldn’t want to risk herself as much considering you were there

honestly i feel like urbosa is just That Person who fucking sucks at cooking. she knows it too; she’ll just kind of stare blankly at you in pain if you suggest she cook

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

she would be fine with the idea of commitment! she would want to wait at least a few years before considering marriage. it’s a weighty decision and she doesn’t want to make the wrong choice since it could harm both of you

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

she’s very gentle with you! definitely not as much as someone like mipha, but she’s very careful not to accidentally hurt you

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

urbosa doesn’t hug you often, but she shows physical affection in other ways. i.e. gently pulling you to lean on her when sitting down, keeping a hand on the small of your back, running her hands through your hair (if she can), etc.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

probably a couple months at least? (i've never been in a relationship so is that normal????) 

she’ll say it on a calmer night, when the yiga clan is silent for once and king rhoam hasn’t called for her help. on rare days like these, she’s accustomed to drawing a bath that smells good as hell, so you’ll be really comfy and probably sleepy LMAO

will tell you right before you fall asleep when she’s thinks you aren’t awake!!! once she realizes you are, will 100% give u a forehead kiss 

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

urbosa doesn’t get jealous very often, mainly pissed if someone won’t stop harassing you. she’ll wrap an arm around your waist, and if they aren’t already intimidated (they’d have to be drunk or just have The Audacity) she won’t hesitate to roast tf out of them. if you thought her teasing you was bad, it’s terrifying now. she won’t hold back

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

she honestly doesn’t have a preference on where to be kissed! she likes kissing you on the shoulder, forehead, and hand the most. :))

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

she’s actually really good with kids! even before she became chieftain, she liked hanging out + playing pretend with them

something really cool about urbosa that the kids like is that she treats them with high respect and talks to them like adults!!! (but very sensitive adults at that; she doesn’t tease them much. kids deserve kindness and you bet she’s gonna fulfill that)

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

she prefers long hours of sleep + waking up late. so if it’s a chill day when you’re not needed for anything, she’ll stay with you in bed for hours

if she wasn’t able to sleep as much, she’ll be lowkey grumpy in the mornings until she gets her tea

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

like the mornings, she drinks tea a lot before bed. she gives me jasmine or chamomile tea energy???? idk

long baths are a must, especially since it’s so sandy,,, everywhere,,,,

she’s the type to have a ton of candles and nice soaps and stuff, so she always smells really good before bed

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

pretty early in the relationship! she trusts you enough to talk about things that are bothering her/have in the past. 

although, i’m not sure if she’d talk about zelda’s mother and stuff like that due to privacy reasons. unless zelda herself didn’t express concern over it, she’d keep the details pretty tight

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

unless you’re a yiga member, urbosa’s patience is very thick. i literally cannot think of a time she would get fully mad at you?? 

if you ever put yourself in danger, (especially for her) she would definitely scold you. never angry, though

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

urbosa remembers things even you don’t remember. mainly things you point out at a marketplace or something. 

(on that note, she is absolutely the type to spoil you. you can mention a pretty flower in rito village in passing and she’ll be convincing revali to go get it for you within an hour)

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

IM SORRY I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR THIS ONE EITHER

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

very protective!! even if you can fight/are a champion, she’ll subconsciously be protecting you in battle. 

she doesn’t want you to worry about protecting her, honestly. (tbh she lowkey likes when you lean on her for safety)

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

she puts a lot of effort into them!! she actually finds it really fun to get to plan dates and stuff. she loves giving gifts and they are always very well thought out!!

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

bold of you to assume urbosa isn’t perfect

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

she does care about her looks, but only because it makes her feel good!! as long as she looks professional and clean, urbosa could care less about what other people think.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

urbosa is comfortable enough with herself to be okay without a partner, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt. if you ever were to get hurt/leave her, she would be crushed, but she would be able to heal.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

she hates the cold with a burning passion and anytime she has to go to the tundra, she’s grumpy the whole time

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

i couldn’t think of a partner one, but she’s scared of dogs for some reason. she is a cat person and they lowkey freak her out

z = zzz (what are some sleep habits of theirs?)

even though she has guards, being the chieftain means either of you could be put in danger at any time. because of this, she’s a fairly light sleeper. she’s also pretty protective in her sleep! she’ll pull you close to her and keep a hand on the back of your neck or stomach

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

NSFW Alphabet: Crosshair

A/N: Not officially a request, but I thought I’d better cover the whole Bad Batch while I’m at it. And as a reminder, remember to REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS!!! The tumblr tags are fickle at best and it’s the only real way to support creators on this hellsite.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s always stuck between wanting to keep your body against him, but at the same time not wanting to come across as needy. He’ll probably start kissing your shoulders and neck, before nipping at the skin and telling you to go take a shower. Once you do, he’ll try to play it cool like, “you can stick around if you want, not that I care either way”. But, he does. He does care.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes your waist. Odd, but true. It’s the natural place to put his hands when he pulls you close to him. He likes the way you shiver when he runs his fingers along your skin. Not to mention it’s the perfect place to grip you as his fucks you senseless.

For himself, he likes his legs. Yeah, they’re not as thick or muscular compared to regs, but they’re distinctly his. Plus even if he’s not any taller, it helps with the illusion that he is.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His favorite place to cum is all over your chest and stomach. Seeing you a sweating, blissed out mess with his cum sticking to your skin is the single hottest image his mind can come up with. Second only to you hazily swiping his cum onto you finger and sucking with a moan.

You better be prepared if you do that because you won’t be able to walk the next day.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has an impressive collection of dirty holos you’ve sent to him while away on missions.  He’s kept every single one.  It’s gotten to the point where he just picks a random holo and that’s the fantasy he indulges in to get himself off until he can see you again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Like the rest of the batch, he’s had a pretty healthy string of one night stands since leaving Kamino. He actually has the most notches on his bed post which he is not ashamed to bring up whenever Wrecker is getting just a little too cocky. So, he’s pretty experienced all things considered.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Taking you from behind and against a wall. That’s the popular image of him in the fandom and I’m ain’t here to dispute it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not funny, but he’s definitely a smug asshole who can’t help but comment on every sound you make.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it pretty well groomed down there, almost complete shaven.  Also, dark hair down below, if you’re curious. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s very rare for Crosshair to be emotional in bed.  He uses sex more as a way to get rid of tension or get a solid hit of dopamine.  Actually being open with someone is not something he’s comfortable with.

The most intimate he gets is when he feels he might lose you, either in the field or to another man.  Then, he uses it as a way to assure himself you’re with him and his. In that case, it can get pretty intense.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off often, before and after meeting you.  He’s got a higher sex drive than his brothers and needs someway to work off the tension after a mission.  He prefers doing it in the shower when he has the time, but he’ll honestly whip it out anyplace where he can get some privacy for fifteen minutes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let it be recorded that Crosshair is not only a Dom, but the only true Dom in entire Grand Army of the Republic. (With the exception of Commander Wolffe.)

Seriously, the man likes nothing more than pinning you down and using your body as his personally fuck toy.  His ultimate fantasy is keeping you tied up in various positions, your body spread open and willing for him to use whenever the mood strikes him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere with a relatively flat surface. I cannot emphasize how much he does not care where he does it: bedroom, shower, locker room, bar bathroom, sparring room, between a couple of boulders out of view of the rest of the Bad Batch. He does not care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His ego...let me explain.

There are two ways to really get him going, but they both come down to how they effect his ego.

Number one, praise.  If you compliment him on a shot, confirm that he did, in fact, beat Wrecker at something, or rasp a dirty promise in his ear that he’s the only man who has ever made you cum that hard; that’ll get him going more than anything.

Number two, jealously.  If he sees another man actively flirting with you, he’ll all but sling you over his shoulder and carry you to the closest abandoned alley he can find to fuck you senseless.  He doesn’t care if you were interested in the guy flirting with you or not, you’re his and he needs to remind himself and you of that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Humiliation for him is a no go. There’s the more obvious stuff, like the idea of you putting him on a leash or something equally degrading just gets him frustrated, and not in a sexy way.  But, more specifically verbal humiliation. He genuinely gets upset if you’re the one to say he’s not good enough for you in some capacity or compare him negatively to somebody else. That’ll kill the mood in seconds.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Much prefers receiving to giving.  Seeing you on your knees with his cock in your mouth his heaven.  And being able to cum all over your face and chest when he’s done? He’s in heaven.

That being said, he’s not bad at giving, he just ends up mostly using his fingers while he runs his mouth.  He can’t help it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, like all the time.  He basically has no other mode.  Now, whether it’s more intense with pent up emotions or a fun stress reliever depends on his mood.  Either way, if you’re not a sweating, panting mess by the end of it he feels like he’s failed in some way.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes.  He’s going to say yes to quickies.  Where ever and whenever is good for him.  But, don’t think it’s really over when it’s over.  He only considers it a preview of what he’s going to do to you once you actually get some time and a little more privacy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s certainly willing to try different positions and kinks, but he’s not big on getting more toys in the mix.  He’s more than happy to tie you up and spank you, but he’s not so keen on adding a paddle or something like that, if that makes any kind of sense.  It’s about his body and what he can do to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Just as good as every other clone, with a fantastic recovery time. A solid average of three rounds per night lasting as long as either of you can stand it.

That all being said, he’s in constant competition with himself on how long he can last and for how many rounds.

Current record for time is two hours before he came once with you cumming a total of five times. Current round total is him cumming five times in one night while you lost count of yours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly not his thing. He’s got some cuffs he uses on occasion with you, but not much else. Like I said, he’s in competition with himself, not him and a toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease often, but when he does, he’s an asshole.  He’ll keep you pinned down, lazily rubbing the tip of his cock against your opening, never fully going in until you’re squirming and begging him to just fuck you already.  Sometimes he will and sometimes, he’ll leave you hanging there.  It all depends on his mood.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not especially. In the beginning he keeps it almost conversational, as he talks dirty into your ear. But, it all changes when he comes to the end. It’s like whatever control he had over his vocal cords gets shut off. He curses a lot combined with grunts and borederline feral growls as he rams his cock harder and deeper into you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Crosshair has a real jealously streak, especially when it comes to regs. 

While he’s confident in his abilities, he’s aware more than Wrecker or even Tech that they’re basically a bunch of freaks the Republic likes to keep under wraps.  A funny little lab experiment.  While regs were made just as much as he was, they actually have a chance at being...well, normal after all is said and done.  He’s not sure he’ll ever be normal.  So, the fear of you realizing you’re dating an actual freak of nature weighs on him constantly.

He needs to remind himself that you’re with him, that you chose him and you’re not going to walk away.  It drives him crazy that you make him feel that way, but it’s the truth.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Just as long as his clone brothers (a solid 8-inches), but not as thick.  Not that he need that extra edge.  His talent is precision after all.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say he has the highest of the batch, actually getting agitated if he hasn’t had a good fuck in more than a few days.  His hand can only do so much for him before he gets down right hostile.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’d say it takes him a solid half-hour to finally fall asleep after sex. He’d never tell you, but he likes the feeling of you asleep in his arms. He’ll savor it for as long as he can.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Get Up: Antoni

CW: Using clove cigarettes to burn skin, burns, burning as torture, conditioned responses and behavior, feverish whumpee, creepy whumper, fucky guilt/self-loathing/self-injury thoughts (of the “I deserve to be hurt” variety, no self-injury occurs). Xenophobic language/xenophobia

Tagging @astrobly, @finder-of-rings, @burtlederp and also  @oofowouchies and @orphceus for Antoni-specific

“Get up, love.” The voice is low, a rumble from all around him rather than any one direction. He can feel the vibration of it in the hollows of his bones, the aches that throb along his thighs and arms. Breathing seems like pushing up against a weight laid over his chest, stones laid inside his lungs.

There’s a rough hand against his face, a palm pressed to his forehead. “You’re hot.” He whines, only to hear Mr. Davies’ mocking laughter in return. “Fucking dog now, are you? Might as well be, I suppose. I’d treat a dog better than you, if I had one, though. Feed it more, anyway. Get up.”

He tries.

Nothing happens.

He tries again, but all he can manage is limbs that flop, a head that shifts minutely, bones that scream protest at him and demand he be still.

“C… can’t.” His own voice is a breath, a whisper. He is motionless, in the bed, blankets kicked down around his feet. The ceiling fan ticks as it spins lazily overhead, he stares at it through cracked eyelids.

A shadow passes, and he can’t flinch away.

There’s a slap, the smack of skin on skin, and Antoni has no energy to fight it. He only lets his head fly to the side, the sting in his face joining a deeper, weightier throb inside his head.

He moans, maybe.

He’s not sure if the sound comes from his lungs or is only in his head.

 “You don’t have access to ‘can’t’ any longer, darling.” The hand is gentle again, rubbing a thumb over the reddened skin on the side of his face. “Pull your shirt up, pretty little ashtray. Let’s see.”

“M-Mr. Davies-”

“Now.”

Antoni’s head tips back, lolls really, showing his neck like an animal baring itself to a predator, hoping for mercy. His hands fumble for the hem of his shirt, soaked with sweat and slightly stuck to him, pale heathered gray soaked dark. He grips onto the soft fabric and pulls it up, shuddering at the sudden brush of cool air over scarred skin. It hurts, to be so exposed. Everything feels like a raw wound. Like a sparking wire. 

His ribcage, stomach, and the top edge of his hips are a shifting nearly-flat plane of skin over muscle, with littl softness. Tiny circles with no particular pattern litter his skin, some newer, some older. 

So many.

He has deserved them so many times.

“Good boy.” The flick of the lighter, and he feels his body tense all at once, every muscle taut where they wrap around his aching bones. The unmistakable sound of cigarette put to lips, the first inhale and exhale, the enveloping smell of cloves that settles around him, drifts over him. He can feel smoke kiss his face and has a strange, wild sense of fingertips there, just barely brushing his lips.

Not possible. Mr. Davies doesn’t touch that way. 

There’s a hand that lays across his throat, over his thick leather collar, to keep him still. His eyes are still slits, cracked barely open, but he can see the soft flare of embers, knows the face behind the flame better than he knows his own, now. 

“You refused an order, love. You earned this. You’ve earned every single one.”

“Nyet.” His voice is weak - it’s not a refusal, it’s a whimper. “Nyet, gospodin, ya ne khotel-”

“Not your ratspeak again. I thought we’d broken you of that filthy gibberish. Quiet, or you’ll earn more.”

Antoni’s eyes drift shut. “I-I am sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry, Ashtray. Be better.” The first flicker of pain comes directly on top of a scar he’d already laid before. It’s a kindness, a mercy, that he isn’t taking what clean skin is left and marking it new. Antoni’s breath hitches in at the flush of agonizing sharp pain as the cigarette grinds in with inexorable slowness. A pause. “Lovely,” Mr. Davies murmurs. “One step closer, don’t you think?” The hand that curves around his throat tightens, just a little.

Antoni breathes shallowly, trying not to move. He is perfectly still, and nearly silent but for the tiniest whimpers he cannot hold back. Mr. Davies presses a second burn, a third, a fourth. Each of them carefully laid over existing scars, and he is so merciful to punish Antoni in ways that won’t add to what he has already made his own.

“Beautiful.” Mr. Davies chuckles, drawing a fingertip along the line of the new burns to listen to Antoni’s choked-off high-pitched whines. He can feel the eyes that watch his unwilling little twitches, hands moving with the deep urge to push Mr. Davies away only to be stopped by his own mind, his own fear.

Antoni knows what they will look like now, like jewelry with a slight curve to dip below his navel, bright red, prone to infection if he isn’t given permission to clean them. 

Still, he cannot move.

“I think that will earn you a reprieve from worse, for now, love,” Mr. Davies says with pure tenderness, pulling back and away. The scent is still in the air, making Antoni sick, swirling around him. He hears a low murmur and wonders if she’s awake, the girl on the other side of the wall. If she can hear his sounds, the way he listens every night to hers.

“Th-... thank you, Mr. Davies.” He whispers, his throat feels like it’s burning, too, the smoke settling deeper and deeper. Each swallow feels like there’s shattered glass shredding everything from his tonsils to his lungs. He jerks in harsh breaths only with effort. “Thank you for… mercy.”

“You’re welcome. Now. I’ll give you a second chance. Stand up.”

Antoni forces his legs to answer his commands this time, lets out a low groan of pain as he tries to push up onto one elbow and then rolls himself right off the bed only to hit the ground with a thunk. His arms and legs feel like a doll with stitches come loose and he sobs, curled on his side.

His shirt is still pushed up, his back is facing Mr. Davies and it takes only a moment to feel the next burn pressed directly over his spine.

He cries out helplessly.  “Pozhaluysta! Pozhaluysta, ne nado…”

“Ratspeak again. You just won’t stop, will you?”

“P-pozhaluysta…” He can’t breathe. Can’t… can’t take in enough air curled up like this but he can’t move. There’s another burn, over his left kidney, then one on his right. “Ne delay mne bol'no!”

“Not until you never speak another fucking word, Russki. Come on, love. Beg.”

“Please, pl-please, please do not h-hurt, pl-please-”

Mr. Davies never makes a new burn, only recreates old ones, and still, Antoni can’t help the garbled, choking sounds he makes from the depth of the pain. 

When a hand touches his shoulder he flinches, violently, from the touch, shaking his head as best he can even as the world dizzy-spins around him, freezing cold air burning his skin over the new redness, new agonies over old. 

“N-No-... please, no more-”

He can’t get enough air to beg right, he can’t. He feels like he’s wheezing, hands clenched into fists, his forehead pressed against the old hardwood floor.

“Antoni?” 

His breath catches again. Eyes crack, rolling slowly upwards, to see the fuzzy spin of the ceiling fan. There wasn’t a fan in his room with Mr. Davies. There wasn’t…

A pale face swims into view, gradually rearranges all its errant shapes and colors into ones he knows. A mouth, a nose, light, nearly-invisible eyebrows furrowed with worry. A flush of blue hair hanging down like a fine, shimmering curtain. 

Green eyes.

“Chrisha? I… I was asleep?”

Was he? It hadn’t felt like sleep-

The panic hits him all at once. Can’t let him see. His hands move awkwardly, bumping back into his stomach, and he shudders out a breath with a full-body shake as he realizes his shirt is pulled down, not up, covering the marks that still burn as though they’re new across his body. 

Relief like cool water washes down his spine. No one saw how many there are. No one can see how many times he has earned them.

“Are you… are, are you, um-... are you sick?” Chris reaches out to touch him, to help him stand, but Antoni pulls away, managing to get a hand on the side of his bed to steady himself as he pushes up to his feet. He sways - the world goes briefly dark and then back to light again - but he stands. 

“M-Maybe. I, I feel… can I-... Chrisha, I need to shower. Can you… help me?”

“H-help you? In, the, the… the-the… in the… to, to, to-to-to… to take-” Chris’s face flares bright red and his eyes drop, all at once, and Antoni shudders with sudden nausea and disgust.

Years later, and still that’s all the words could possibly mean in Chris’s mind.

“Not like that, Chrisha. P-promise. But I cannot… walk well. Now. Will you help?”

His stomach is crawling itching dying skin, his back is flaring hot, he needs… he needs to bath in ice. Run cold water until nothing is left of him, until he is a frozen lake scratched until you can’t possibly see what’s under the surface.

“Sure, Ant, I’ve, I’ve got you.” 

Chris isn’t supposed to be here today, but Antoni can’t really think well enough to ask why he’s here now, only be so grateful for his help. He lets the shorter, stronger, younger man slip his arm around his waist and holds back the groan as he unknowingly presses against the new burns that aren’t real, but that Antoni can feel perfectly anyway.

The scent is cloves is still faint around him.

He can still feel breath on the back of his neck.

“Please,” He whispers. 

In the moment, he can’t remember any other word.

He burns.

Veins and bones and skin and scars and brain, all of it - all of it burns.