#cause i feel like it could use a bit more backstory

[blackbirdsblackberries]

If Reader is a spider hero like Spiderman, were we bitten by a genetically altered radioactive spider? How did we get in that situation?

Did our dad take us with him on a job, before he had his voice cut out, and we got bitten by a project the villain was making? Did our dad sell us to get cash and we were a human experiment that escaped or was thought to have failed? Did we stumble into a situation where this happened? I'm so curious! (And the flash backs could be great filler.)

On another note, our Spidey Sense only works when we're in danger, right? But it didn't detect Dick and the bucket. Does that mean he had no real intention to hurt us? Only wanted us to go off the wall and hurt him? It'd be interesting if our unease with the Bat Fam is just our Spidey Sense going off. Which would mean we'd feel a spike in our sense when they try to capture us. Probably immediately after telling them we're leaving/quitting, if we do.

On another note, I'm just thinking about what would happen if we got exposed to spider pheromones and turned into a giant arachnid? We aren't destroying buildings or anything. Just trying to hide. I'm just imagining the Bat Fam and the reactions. Maybe it was a new ingredient of Fear Gas? Maybe a new big bad that was trying to mind control spiders?

Either way, it follows canon Spiderman comics. Where he was turned into a spider, the villain found out he was 'pregnant', his spider form dies, and his human body rips out of the corpse. Poor Bat Fam questioning how to turn Aranea back into a human while trying to catch her and calm her down. Finding out she's 'pregnant' and questioning if she even knew by that point. The devastation of her dying, curling in on herself and not moving. Then, hours later, the body ripping apart from the inside out to reveal a human body, face obscured from the cameras by hair and mucus, who escapes before the family come back.

Hi! Oh my god it's been a while!!

The backstory will definitely be a filler/separate chapter from the main story, but until that comes out I will say that Reader has had these powers for years now and had been quite young when the incident happened. This also ties in with the whole Spidey Senses situation, I like to think the Reader is so used to the senses warning of danger that it's just like a gut feeling people get normally (obviously intensified). Dick definitely didn't mean to harm Reader and wasn't trying to be a threat so even though there was some unease it wasn't enough to enact fight or flight.

~

As for the second part of the ask. I might make a separate mini story for it!! That definitely seems fun to write but the main things I think would happen would be:

- Batfam freaking out and trying to look for Aranea

- one of the members finding your new form

- a whole freakout ensues

- Damian believes you are now the new Man-Bat

- You, obviously, runs off and is quickly chased down by Batman and Red Hood (the others are either frozen from shock, in the cave or trying to convince Damian that just because Aranea is a proper spider doesn't mean they're now against them)

- they capture you and take you to the batcave, most would be pretty happy to finally have a reason for you to be here.

- They run tests on you before finding out you're pregnant

- Immediately they freak out once more and you take the moment to run and escape the cave.

- You run into Crime Alley and hide out there for a bit before "dying"

- the family finds you, mourns you, and is about to take you and bury you when Jason snaps and runs off with Damian to kill the villain. The rest of the family follows to try and stop them (Steph actually doesn't care whether the villain dies or not, she just wants to watch it go down)

- When they return you've already gotten out and run off. They don't realize this - thinking it was just an animal or something that caused the hole and such.

- Barbara, Batman and Tim proceed to have a heart attack when they see your comm online and see you in person a couple nights later.

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I hope that makes a bit of sense!! I love long asks so so much and I'm sorry I've been gone for so long 😔

[ask-codeearasure]

I'm a picky son of a bitch with my ships, that's why. I need to know what kind of chemistry and backstory are going into pairings I'm either not familiar with or didn't care about before.

With Colorkiller I'm introduced to a fuckton of interactions that build and introduce character, I'm introduced to personalities and motivations behind what Killer and Color want, I'm introduced to what they have in common and what they don't, what their own backstories were like, how they'd handle each other in battle, how they'd grow and heal together through their mutual support and genuine affection for one another.

It's all this information that makes me like it so much, and it's information like this that I'd need to know in order for me to enjoy other ships as well.

Take Dream x Ink and Dream x Cross for more examples.

Dream has all these problems with developing close relationships. He is terrified not only of his aura manipulating and warping the people around him into being addicted to his presence, but also Nightmare catching wind of the people he's close to torment and use against him. Dream also does everything he can to avoid showing others how traumatized he is and whatever negativity he's feeling, often breaking down in private where he knows no one will see, because based on how he acts, others may react in negative ways which hurts him physically because of his aura giving him the ability to feel everyone's emotions regardless of what he wants. And given the multiverse itself is predominantly in a negative condition because of Nightmare, this entails Dream is constantly in agony but doesn't show that. He's so used to being in pain but once someone else factors into that pain is where he begins to panic internally and start distancing himself without much word.

Now with Ink, this bastard doesn't have a soul. This means his emotions cannot be sensed by Dream and neither can they sense his aura or feel any effects from it. Ink also can't feel physical pain, so physical torture isn't something he's personally affected by and if Nightmare were to capture them, they could always escape via traveling through his rotten acidic apple goop, since it's technically liquid enough.

If you remove their difference in ideals as an issue, their relationship looks great 11/10 and there's barely any downsides to this hypothetical Ink x Dream relationship. Ink checks all the boxes of "least likely to form an aura addiction" and "least likely to get merked by Nightmare".

With Cross it's a bit more challenging, even after you remove the history of the infamous Cream comic and the handful of issues it presented before its deletion around 8 years ago. So for this example's sake, pretend the Cream comic never existed. We're gonna use material from XTale and Underverse only.

On paper, Cross has no way of not fostering an addiction to Dream's aura. He can feel it and it has an effect on his emotional state and overall mindset. There could also be supplemental issues associated with his past if the writer of this ship decided to implement concepts from Underverse, namely Cross's brief "alliance" with Nightmare.

These two problems are more than enough reason for Dream to avoid letting Cross get too close in any personal manner. Doesn't mean he won't help him, cause Dream does that for everyone regardless of how he feels. But this will be a massive internal struggle for him unless Cross makes it abundantly clear and proves to him again and again that he won't get addicted to his aura and Nightmare hunting him is not an overarching problem.

Cross himself, albeit selfish and immature, is an extremely loyal individual. And even though he is a bisexual trans-coded disaster, I doubt his first thoughts upon meeting someone he likes is to jump to a relationship. He's an impulsive little shit, but he's not trusting of others. I imagine his dependence and trust in Dream first starts because Dream saved him twice before and he wishes to get even with Dream (look at the credits of Underverse 0.4 and the fight scene in 0.6). Cross does NOT like being in debt to someone else, especially not after his trauma with XGaster, XChara, and Nightmare.

Because of this, he's bound to be distant and thoroughly guarded, mentally and physically, when he sticks by Dream's side to provide support. It's obvious he's not happy with this decision, and he knows Dream wouldn't mind if he just left, but some part of him doesn't like the possibility of Dream calling on him later on and perhaps for something he doesn't want to do (which Dream wouldn't do either but Cross is an anxiety-filled bitch, he's gonna suspect and assume a lot of things that aren't true).

And since Cross is fairly dense too, I doubt he'll notice immediately that he's fallen for Dream. He's gonna figure it out in the dumbest way possible, in a way only he can put the pieces together for while literally everyone else around him already knows he's head over heels for this man. He's a dumbass with a heart of gold.

Because of these complexities Dream and Cross have to work through, Cream is meant to be one of the slowest of slow-burn ships in the fandom.

And technically all ships with (canon/canon-adjacent) Dream are bound to be slow-burns when you take this info into account.

All ships with Dream, when you take in canon knowledge on how Dream struggles with all kinds of relationships in the first place and all the reasons why, are so much more complex than you might've given credit for upon first impressions.

Drink and Cream are the two best Dream pairings for these very reasons in my mind, because just like with Colorkiller, there is work to be done and character development to explore.

I need engagement like this in shipping or chances are I'm not going to understand or care about other pairings.

And since I'm intrigued by Colorkiller + MTT, I want to know what you might find interesting about it. I want to understand. I want to have these discussions with people. This is how I start having more fun with content alien to me.

(And since I know @/wickjump likes Cream and maybe Drink as well, star might appreciate the ping).

EDIT: DISENGAGE I REMEMBERED WRONG, DISREGARD THE PING. FUCK.

-- Sarco

so why is there no colorkiller + mtt poly or mtt poly + color are yall weak willed cowards

[yellowrabbitfurry]

Waow I actually wrote something again?? Yippee!!

@ancha-aus this isn’t the one I’m writing for your little Nightmare AU, but I figured you’d like to know my character’s backstory ^^ (please tell me I’m not weird 😅)

no beta we die like the human souls

Meetings 

Soft sniffles rang out through the darkness, another night of sadness and hurt. 

Nightmare clutched his book as he sobbed quietly, clinging to his only source of comfort.

Dream had been convinced to stay at the village again, leaving poor Nightmare all alone once more.

Not that he held it against him; it was probably much more comfortable down there. Sometimes he wished he could go too.. but even if he was welcome down there, he couldn’t leave the tree. 

He couldn’t leave his mother unguarded.

But it was so cold, and everything hurt so much. He just wanted it to stop; for the pain to go away.

Why wouldn’t the pain go away?

He didn’t know how long he sat there crying; he didn’t exactly have a way to measure time. Not like it mattered.. he was always there.

But eventually, and without warning, he was brought out of his tears. 

There was a little cough, causing him to flinch and look up. 

There was a person- a rabbit. He hadn’t expected it, not so late in the night. 

He sobbed and drew back, frightened by the new arrival. 

The bunny seemed to be a bit older than him; maybe younger than his usual bullies, but Nightmare was still scared.

He was holding something too. Night couldn’t see it well in the dark, but it was easy for him to assume it wasn’t good.

The small rabbit just stared at him blankly, seemingly uncaring about his pained sobs. He stood there like that for a moment, before tilting his head slightly as he finally spoke,

“My mom said to give this to you..”

He paused, and when he wasn’t given an answer, he came closer. 

He put the object on the ground, which Nightmare noticed (now that it was closer) had a rather pleasant smell. 

The bunny knelt down before the shaking skeleton, a look of slight curiosity in his big blue eyes. Not pity, and he didn’t seem to feel bad. He was just.. curious.

The young rabbit attempted once more, getting a bit closer to Nightmare as he spoke in his quiet little voice. 

“Why are you crying..?” He asked, his voice almost monotone and unfeeling.

But when Nightmare, still hurt and scared, only flinched and pulled away from him? 

That’s when he started to understand. 

This wasn’t an “I need to cry” like his sister often had- something was wrong. 

His ears perked a bit as he became more alert, reaching his little paws hesitantly towards the crying skeleton as he made an attempt to console him.

“Hey.. what’s wrong..? What happened..?” His voice was much softer, a bit more sweet. A learned behavior; it was just how his mother did it.

He didn’t touch, having observed how Nightmare flinched when he got close. Just offered his hands.

“Are you hurt..?” He questioned, his big blue eyes watching for any change in behavior.

Nightmare looked up at him from the little ball he had curled into, frightened and confused at how the bunny was acting. The only person who acted like this towards him was his brother.. what was happening..?

He un-tensed slightly, giving a small nod as he stared at the rabbit. He was watching for any sudden movements.

However, when the bunny only tilted his head and watched him back, he uncurled.

His body was still tense, his book held in front of his chest like a shield. 

However, the bunny took it as a sign of trust, and reached his hand out a bit further. His face was still blank, but Nightmare could feel his intent wasn’t bad, as odd as that was.

“Can I see..?” he asked softly, his head tilting once more, as if it was his only way of showing emotion.

Nightmare was hesitant, remember how he was hurt just today. There had been a rabbit among his assailants, too..

But this was a genuine offer of help. He wasn’t really the best at healing himself, only able to get the injuries Dream might see. 

He wasn’t used to it at all but.. he needed this.

He gave another timid nod, sheepishly taking the bunny’s hand and putting his book down.

The bunny didn’t give any sign of acknowledgment, but immediately reached forward and pulled up Nightmare’s shirt, revealing his skinny frame.

The small skeleton squeaked out in surprise at the action, not expecting the sudden movement at all.

Though the rabbit didn’t seem to know nor care how odd he was acting.

His eyes were immediately drawn towards the left side of Nightmare’s ribcage, where several of his ribs were cracked and busted. 

Some of the injuries were old and halfway healed; reopened by the recent attack. 

It looked really bad.. Nightmare could even see a bit of anger stirring in the bunny’s eyes. 

The small rabbit reached a paw towards the injury, but stopped as Nightmare flinched back. They looked at each other for a moment, sharing a look of understanding.

Though Nightmare didn���t like it, the bunny had to touch it. 

Even if it hurt a little..

The small skeleton gave a little nod, and the bunny continued his advance.

He placed a gentle paw on the injury, and looked back up at Nightmare before continuing.

He closed his eyes, and Nightmare suddenly felt a warmth spread across his ribcage. 

The skeleton looked down to see a soft green glow fill the cracks, originating from the bunny’s paws. 

The pain slowly faded, along with the wounds, just leaving the marks on the surface. It didn’t seem all the way healed.. but it was much better than before.

The small rabbit pulled his hands away, and opened his eyes to see Nightmare staring right back up at him, big lavender eyes wide wonder and curiosity.

The bunny stared back, unsure how to react to the gaze. Though he knew he shouldn’t stare for too long.. so he spoke once more.

“Do you.. feel better now?” he questioned in a soft voice, though his face still held the same blank, curious look from before.

The little skeleton just stared up at him for a moment or two longer, before silently nodding and reaching his little hands forward and grabbing at the bunny’s jacket and leaning against him in a sort of hug.

“Th- thank you..” he whispered, clinging like he was scared to let go.

The action confused the bunny a little, but he didn’t press. It didn’t really matter, so he didn’t care all that much. 

He gave Nightmare a small kiss on the head, something his mother did as well, and just let him cling as much as he wanted. 

The action surprised the little babybones, as he’d never gotten a forehead kiss before. 

But he didn’t say anything.. it felt kinda nice. 

After a while of staying like that, though, Nightmare pulled away. 

This was just such a curious situation; he didn’t understand it. 

And that thing the bunny brought smelled so *good*- he needed to understand what was happening.

The little skeleton was silent a moment longer, before finally asking the question on his mind.

“Uhm.. what is that..?” he asked, his voice quiet and timid, “the thing you brought..?”

The rabbit tilted his head, confused by the question. 

“It’s a strawberry pie. My mother asked me to bring it to you.” 

Nightmare looked very perplexed by the answer he was given, and even a little upset.

“Why..?” He asked, as if he never expected to be given anything in his life, “why would she do that..?”

The bunny was even more confused by that reaction. Didn’t people love the tree guardian? 

Why was he so confused?

“Why not?” He questioned, before realizing that there was something different, something he hadn’t realized before.

He had only met the little skeleton who guarded the tree once, in town. But he remembered his whole color scheme had been gold and yellow; even his eyes were a brilliant golden-yellow color. 

This little skeleton, however, had lavender eyes. He was a completely different skeleton- were there two guardians?

“Are you not Dream?” He asked, though it was blunt, and really more of an observation than a question. 

Though, blunt or otherwise, the question made Nightmare immediately much more upset.

Of course, this was for Dream. Why would anyone want to give him anything?

He gave a little sob and shook his head, looking like he was going to start crying again. 

But the rabbit continued to surprise him.

“You can still have it.” He said, pushing the pie closer to Nightmare.

He was already here, and he’d technically done what he was told. Why should he go find Dream now?

Nightmare hadn’t expected it- why would he? It was the first time anything like this had happened, of course he was shocked.

He looked down at the delicious smelling pie, definitely on the verge of tears.

Why would the bunny do this? Why would anyone want to do this for him?

He looked back up, trying to read the other boy’s expression. Surly he must have some ulterior motive- he had to.

“Wh- wha..?”

“I already did as I was told,” he explained, talking as if it truly didn’t matter, “I was supposed to bring it to the skeleton who lives under the tree, and that’s you.”

It was true, both Dream *and* Nightmare lived under the tree- even if Dream basically lived in the village half of the time at this point..

“It’d take to much time to try to find Dream, wherever he is,” he continued, “the pie would get cold. So you can have it.”

Nightmare still couldn’t believe what he was hearing.. but the rabbit didn’t sound like he was joking. He didn’t exactly seem capable of such a thing.

It felt far too unreal, but.. well, Nightmare didn’t want to be rude. He thanked the bunny, taking the pie and looking down at it. 

He didn’t feel very hungry at the moment.. he’d eat it later.

He looked away, feeling a little awkward. 

What was he supposed to say? Nothing like this had ever happened before.

He tried to gather his thoughts and maybe mumble a thank you, but he was cut off prematurely by a gust of wind blowing through. 

The cold air bit at his bones through his thin clothes- stars, he hated fall. The only thing he hated more was winter.

Well, that wasn’t true..

He clutched his shirt as he shivered, despising how helpless he felt against the cold. His mind wandered to how warm Dream must be in the village..

But before he could get lost in those negative thoughts again, he felt a coat get draped over his shoulders.

He looked up to see the rabbit giving him his little red-brown jacket, leaving himself in just his dirty overalls.

His eyes widened in confusion, glancing down at the jacket and then back up at the bunny. His golden yellow fur swayed in the wind, though he didn’t seem bothered by the cold.

“Wh- what..?” Nightmare mumbled in question, mostly to himself. But the bunny still heard.

“I have fur,” he said simply, “I don’t need it.”

Nightmare looked at him dumbly, not believing what he was hearing.

He could see the rabbit shivering slightly- it was obvious the fur didn’t keep him completely warm. 

What did he get out of this? Any of this?

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Nightmare confused yet grateful for his strange new company. 

He was about to ask for the bunny’s name, but he was beaten to it.

“So, if the other skeleton’s name is Dream,” he started, sounding curious, “what’s yours?”

Nightmare deflated a little at the question. He used to really like his name.. but the villagers made it seem like something bad, so he was a little embarrassed.

He couldn’t just not answer, though..

“I- it’s Nightmare..” He said softly, glancing away from the rabbit.

The bunny didn’t seem fazed, however. In fact, he almost looked happy.

“I’m Terrence.” He introduced himself, giving the little skeleton a slight smile.

Nightmare couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a little warm. Nobody but Dream usually smiled at him.. did he really, truly have a friend now? 

“Terrence..” he repeated, smiling a little wider, “it’s nice to meet you, Terrence.”

The bunny was quiet for a second, ears perked up, before he spoke once more.

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

End.

[cultofcipher]

Bill Cipher thoughts (BoB Spoilers Ahead)

I'm really sitting on how Bill's displayed so much of himself indirectly in the BoB. How during the Love section he denies having exes, marking them out. How said exes show up SEVERAL times scratched out or are regarded with this bitterness of someone who did NOT do the breaking up part. Bill got dumped. Every time. And is desperately trying to bury his feelings.

And that's something I think the Book of Bill really highlights in a way. The fact that Bill has feelings. That deep down he's a broken triangle. It's all over the book's writing. Him pointing out how to use denial and rationalization and other bad coping mechanisms to basically ignore and lie to himself (and show us how to do it) and basically convince himself that he is as heartless as he tries to be. Him avoiding his exes. The tone he uses and the avoidance really giving the "I don't handle breakups well and I'm still petty about it". Him constantly telling himself that he's fine. He's not fine. Him crying over Ford leaving and getting wasted. Him being bitter about the henchmaniacs not calling. His regret over what happened to his world. His loneliness. GOD his loneliness. His self-hatred. His scathing remark about definitely NOT having some tragic backstory that humanizes him and how he's not an "I can fix him case". Calling himself a monster. His longing for home. The "Last one breathing". The "I tried to change the past". The "my hands shaking, as I realized I could never undo the". The "until there was no one left but me, covered in blood, alone in the universe". The goddamn "I don't want to die alone" Valentine's card. The last few pages. Just, the last few pages. That isolation, his pained "I'M FINE". The almost sad plea for someone to let him out.

Bill cares. He's fucked up, unstable, violent. But he does care about people he gets along with and he feels understand him. For every "I'm just playing the bit" and using people with nice gestures, I think a fraction of that is somewhat genuine. And he hates it. He hates his own vulnerability. He hates his lack of apathy. He's denying himself his own emotions constantly under so many layers of distractions, eldritch horrors, and repression. He can't think about home, about failure, about how every relationship he's ever had, platonically or otherwise, ended. And it wasn't on his terms.

Him talking about/to his mom when he's drunk. How his mom called him Billy as a kid. How his home life sounded simple. How Bill as an individual is anything BUT simple. And how his drunken state holds such fondness for that simplicity, yet it was suffocating. How he would've broken free eventually, inevitably, because he knew that's who he was. It's his nature. He was destined for more.

How it cost him everything.

How he's constantly chasing insanity like it's a drug. Like he needs the power trip to stay high. To not think too hard. To drown out his emotions and his self-reflections and everything he hates about himself.

How in Gravity Falls he still tried to get Ford to side with him after everything, cause that was his vulnerability showing, for the slightest glimpse of a moment. Cause he doesn't want to do it alone. Him reaching out to the reader in his book, because he doesn't want to do it alone. Can't do it alone. Even when he eventually betrays that person, I think him offering Ford that cushy spot alongside his henchmaniacs makes me think that yeah, Bill actually would've upheld his end of the deal.

He thinks he wants multiversal domination. He thinks Weirdmageddon is his Magnum Oppus. His purpose. But he's so lost. If he ever does get what he wants, he won't know what to do with himself. He'll be faced with the "Now what?". He'll hit the end of the road and realize how unsatisfying it is. How this isn't what he wanted.

How lonely it is to be God.

I think the Axolotl sees that in Bill. It's why he doesn't try to destroy him or attack him or anything. He sees that inner self of Bill. Sees him for what he really is. Someone who needs a LOT of therapy, a true, honest to goodness friend or partner in his life, and maybe a more sustainable life purpose or hobby. He has so much potential and in a way his pursuit of power, rather than being an actualization of his abilities, is a waste of them, because it gets him nowhere.

And he needs help, even if he doesn't think he does. He's a depressed alcoholic frat boy trying to drown his misery in a way that hurts and kills worlds. He's a girlfailure, a bisexual/pansexual disaster (he's at LEAST canonically bisexual or at MOST canonically pan cause this guy has dated both ways).

Bill's book is so incredibly amazing for what it is. All the lies, all the unrealiable narrator parts of Bill's facades and flaws and him being himself and all of his genuine thoughts and feelings bleeding through the lines and showing themselves but only in a way that you can really understand if you understand him and can tell when he's lying and when he's not. To see the real parts of him, and everything else. This book was perfect, and it was perfectly imperfectly him. This truly is Bill's book. It's so him in such a raw and genuine yet dishonest way. I'm gonna cherish this damn book forever.

[moonlightcycle571]

Marvel making familiars for his loved ones

So I was thinking about Tawky Tawny (again). The thing about him is that he got so many different backstories or explanations on what he might be, but a common enough theme that we see is that he is a stuffed toy when he wants to be.

So here me out.

Tawky Tawny is Billy’s familiar and helps him adjust to his magic when he wants to use it in his small form. He was originally a toy given to Billy by his parents and later given life by The Wizard.

It came with more benefits. Tawny would eat his nightmares, be able to teleport to Billy’s location so that he could never get stolen or lost, protect Billy by going into his tiger form and all around be a constant warmth on his life.

So imagine Billy doing the same as The Wizard.

A lot of his friends aren’t magic users and don’t have the same magical protection he does, so maybe he gives them some enchanted clothing or pendants. A semi familiar (because without magic you can’t make a magical familiar pact with a living animal) where he just makes them familiars.

He would create stuffed animals, and weave in some magic to make them sentient. Maybe it would start with younger heroes, but when he realises his coworkers in the JL need the help as well, he absolutely would make some for them. They, like Tawny prefer to stay in stuffed toy mode, but will sometimes would want to stretch their paws and go into animal form once they feel like they are in a suitable environment.

Just picture it.

It all started with Raven, and the constant stress she might feel with having to constantly guard over Trigon. She can’t have a familiar because most creatures would suffer if give a link to her because her magic is not compatible like that. Captain Marvel decided to make her a companion. He makes her a little leopard wearing an elegant pink suit with a little top hat.

Raven: Is that a plush?

Cap: I heard you have trouble sleeping, so I got you a friend. I haven’t given them a name or pronouns, so that’s up to you.

Raven: … why

Cap: Trust me, they are for nightmares! Tawny *holds up his tiger plush* tells me they are fun to hunt and makes quite the sweet treat.

Raven: *holding the handmade gift* thank you 🥺

Cue shenanigans where she thinks he’s just trying to be a great den mother, and is a tad naive thinking stuffed animals actually work. Not that she isn’t holding little Ebony Darkness every night and is getting the best sleep she has in years.

Another thing to add is that insomnia and PTSD is a common sight within the caped community. And of course Billy notices that. So, after seeing more and more positive results of his plushies, he makes more and more. It becomes a trend. Younger heroes receive a small teddy of an animal and proceed to get attached to it almost immediately.

Nightwing almost cried when he got an elephant wearing a bow tie . Cap said that he seemed like the type to like them. Now Dick has given Zitka a little sibling to sleep at night with. But then that plush becomes fond of Zitka and gave the og elephant plush sentience.

Starfire absolutely adores her shrimp plush. Said something about being able to see colours together. Wally doesn’t know what to think about getting a turtle, but quickly gets attached, even putting little designs in the shell.

Jason also likes to put in patterns in his sting-ray, which Roy doesn’t get cause he thinks his jelly fish is perfect just the way she is. Lian gets a smaller jellyfish, which makes her happy because all the Outlaws get a sea animal.

All the members of YJ, even the retired ones, get a reindeer. They suspect he knows.

It gets back to the JL that Caps giving stuffed toys to their protoges.

Flash: Hey, Cap, how come we don’t get any stuffed animals?

Captain, exited his work is wanted: You want one!!!

Flash, can’t say no to that face: … yes I do

He gets all exited and makes plushies for all of his coworkers, that he pours a bit of extra magic in his work.

CM, fidgeting infringe if the door:

Batman: what is it Captain

CM: I made you something but then I realised that you wouldn’t really want it but then it could be cool if you did and I didn’t want to overthink-

Batman, stopping Billy’s rant: go ahead

CM, hands him a plush snake wearing spectacles: I thought you would like them. I haven’t named them so that’s up to you

Batman, not knowing where to go from here: … is the name important

CM, offended: It’s the MOST important

Batman sighs and keeps the snake. Naturally he does a billion different tests but finds it’s a snake plush. One that’s handmade. That must have taken a lot of time and effort. Batman keeps George Snaking. No he will not admit that having the snake wrapped around his shoulders is soothing.

And it just spirals from there. Hal gets a Sparrow in a poncho, Plastic man gets a kangaroo wearing the nicest boots, Wonder Woman gets a duck in a fancy dress, Aquaman gets a penguin in swim shorts, J’onn gets a lion in a toga … Guy gets a clown fish.

It has no rhyme or reason. The only common thread is that it’s an animal with some sort of clothing. Cap just says that of course they have clothing, they are distinguished and perfectly civilised individuals.

It all come to a head when the League faces some threat, and they are weakened, only for their plushies to fucking teleport and turn into massive version of their respective animals and saves the day.

Hawkwoman, starring at her bear: I- Mrs Snuggles?

Mrs Snuggles: *shrugs*

Shayera: … I could have been getting bear hugs this whole time

Guy: *looks down* Flippers?

Flippers: *flops on the floor*

Guy: ….

Guy: how come the others get bigger version of their animals

The League of Superpets aren’t that worried about competition. They tried to recruit the plush’s, but turns out they are just lazy. Like, they will beat a butch if necessary, but won’t actively go looking for crime to solve. They act more of a home défense.

The only ones who knew about the sentient plushies where Ma and Pa Kent (their Octopus is extent helpful around the farm), Alfred Pennyworth (he’s the one who actually requested hamsters to help keep the manor clean and keep an eye on his family) and Damian who’s instinct immediacy told him his fennec fox is alive.

Oracle got a capybara. The Capybara is the most powerful one Billy has made, second to Tawny. I don’t make the rules.

Constantine is the only one who never got one. Billy is still salty about him trying to steal his powers. Plus he would prolly sell it.

[novemberheart]

{overview} The two alphas in the pack are warming up to you and you can't help but feel the same

{warnings} a/b/o dynamics, fem reader, a bit of reader backstory, poly 141 x reader

Chapter 7 <- Chapter 8 -> Chapter 9

“Sweetheart, I want you to promise me two things.” John began as you started your walk back home. “Number one, if there's a question on this thing-” he nearly growled, holding up the envelope he was carrying for you. “that you don't want to answer, don't. Nobody's business if you don't want it to be, understand?”

“Yes, Alpha.” the title slipped from your lips out of instinct. You were so focused on your own embarrassment to notice the sudden rise in his body temperature, or the way he began holding the envelopes lower. “I’m sorry-”

“Don't be,” he insisted. “You can call me whatever you want, whatever feels comfortable to you,” he assured, causing your heart rate to slow. The title ‘alpha’ certainly fits the Captain. It also felt more personal- more intimate than John. You hoped the outside air would be enough to waft away the growing sweetness in your scent.

“What was the other thing you wanted me to promise?” you reminded.

“That you'll seriously think about getting chipped. If it's a hard no, I'll understand, but it's important to me- to all of us that we set you up to be safe should anything happen.” he requested.

The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering around at lightspeed. The alpha was close to you as you walked. The overwhelming urge to just tuck yourself under his strong arm so he could make good on his promises. A whine left your throat at the understanding that you couldn't touch him yet.

Alpha's were built to keep their omegas warm. Your omega was throwing a temper tantrum at the denial.

“I’ll stop pressing you, sweetheart. I apologize.”

You quickly realized he was referencing your whine. The sound made his stomach flip.

“No- I wasn’t whining at that. I'm not sure where that came from, to be honest.” you lied. “It's probably a good idea actually. It'll help me feel safer too.” you didn't know who had taken over your mouth. Maybe it was desperation. If you got chipped that would be one step closer to being his.

“Come on, pup.” You poked your head outside your door, peering at Simon as he shut the TV off and stood up from the couch. He winced a bit as he tested how much weight he could put on his leg. He stood still watching you with dull eyes. You quickly got up and trotted over to him.

“Do you need something?” you pondered.

“Time for your walk,” he smirked down at you, making his way over to the kitchen, where he grabbed his key card and a pack of cigarettes out of the drawer. He then grabbed a black balaclava and tugged it over his head. Your brows furrowed at the tease in his voice, but you complied heading back towards your room to grab a pair of shoes. “Need to get you walking shoes.” he ‘tsked’ eyeing your flats. There was a subtle limp in his walk and you could tell he was trying to downplay it.

“Do you need a cane or something?” you poked. He shot you a look, but his hand reached up and rested on the back of your neck, causing you to erupt in goosebumps.

“This’ll do.” he shot back, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“You like being outside don't you?” he observed, watching the way your breathing deepened and a glow appeared on your face as the sun hit it. You nodded your head.

“I grew up in a crowded city. Every summer break my parents would take me to the countryside to be with the rest of our pack,” you explained.

“Split pack?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you affirmed softly.

“That’ll serve you here.” Simon commented. “You already have experience being away from the majority of your pack, along with knowing how to manage the emotions that come with it.”

“For when you guys have to do your jobs?” you clarified. He sucked air through his teeth, then hummed in agreement. When you were at the Omega house you would lie awake thinking about it, growing anxious even though you had no relationship with them. Now the thought of them leaving wasn't an entirely negative one. You hoped that they wouldn't all leave at the same time. It would give you a chance to bond with those who stayed and miss the ones who left. “How often do you leave anyways?” you questioned.

“Eager, huh?” he gave the back of your neck another squeeze. “We never know. Sometimes we’ll go a few weeks without being called away, other times we’ll just be here a few days out of the month.”

“Do you all leave at the same time?” you held your breath.

“Sometimes.” he drew out. “That might change with you though, at least in the beginning.” he sighed. He guided you behind a large building, releasing your neck. He leaned against the side of it, pulling the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, rolling his mask up, and placing the cigarette between his lips. “You don't smoke do you?”

“No.” you nearly spat.

“Good, nasty habit.” he praised, lighting it. All was quiet between the two of you and you focused on trying to listen to the birds between the distant sound of gunfire, whirling machines, and shouting. “How’d you end up in an omega house?” he asked suddenly. He watched as you frilled up like a spooked cat.

“When I was fifteen my mom left us.” you began. You avoided Simon’s gaze even though you could feel the burn of it. “My dad reclaimed shortly after and along with that came a new pack. I didn't adjust too well.” you trailed off.

“Their fault or yours?” he questioned. You paused for a long moment mulling it over. You finally lifted your eyes from the tree line, merging with Simons. Cold and unreadable.

“I'm not sure. Mix of both,” you whispered. He got the last bit of cigarette he could before putting it out against the lid of a trash can.

“Tell you what.” he started. The grip on the back of your neck returned, as he headed back towards the pavement. “I’ll let you know whose fault it is after I get to know you a bit better.” he offered. You rolled your eyes, ignoring the slight sting in your chest at the memories.

“Hey, Peaches.” an instant smile appeared on your face at the familiar voice.

“Hi, Johnny.” you smiled up at him. You had just gotten back from your walk with Simon when John and Kyle came back to swoop you up for lunch. After they dropped you back off you were determined to finally finish unpacking.

“Need any help?” He asked, taking a seat in your doorway.

“Not really.” you sighed, looking over your horrible wrinkled clothes. “Thanks though, Johnny.” You smiled. He smiled back, getting himself comfortable by leaning against your doorframe. “Can I ask you something?” you asked hesitantly.

“Course, bonnie,” he replied instantly.

“How come you don't have an omega yet?” his smile remained on his face as he shrugged.

“I always wanted one, and I know Kyle has been thinking about it a lot lately, well, ever since Laswell had brought it up. I think the Captain was putting it off because he's a worrier. Simon is just a prick.” he whispered the last part, his eyes snapping over to the couch where Simon had passed out. You giggled, following his gaze. “I hope we didn't hurt your feelings, bonnie. I know Laswell wanted to pair you up with us sooner and we”-

“Rejected the idea?” You finished for him. He nodded his head- regretfully.

“Didn’t know it would be you though.” The smirk returned to his face, as his eyes drifted up and down you playfully.

“I don’t think Simon’s a prick.” You defended softly, wanting to change the subject. “He’s been quite nice to me. Well- all of you have.” You sighed happily.

The words he wanted to say were at the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back. The truth was you seemed rather oblivious to your impact. The closest way he could describe you was addictive. Your scent, your eyes, even the way you scowled when you didn’t approve of something. You had flipped a switch in the brains that had been dormant their whole lives. It wasn't just him either. He watched the way John eyed the clock and practically sprinted out the door when it was time to pick you up for lunch. He noticed the way Kyle picked out a deep, forest green shirt today because you had absentmindedly shared you had liked the color. Just the idea that you had been chosen for them. You had been selected with the intention to be theirs. And even though you still hadn't bonded with them or been marked, the prideful beta in him rumbled at the thought.

Instead of saying all that he settled with:

“Give him some time, Peaches. He’ll come around.” he snickered.

“If you say so.” you huffed.

“We should throw your things in the dryer, Bon. Can't have you walking around like nobody’s takin’ care of ya.”

It was dark out before you knew it. You had already eaten dinner, orange chicken with white rice. They didn't have a dessert, but Kyle quickly raced to the vending machine to get you a candy bar. You smiled, curling yourself deeper into your blanket.

All of you were together, for the first time since you had arrived. John is at the very end of the couch, with his feet up on the coffee table. Kyle lying next to him, his feet nearly on his lap. Johnny was also sprawled out, he and Kyle sharing a pillow. Simon sat stiffly next to him. His pain meds must be starting to wear off. You could always tell because an annoyed scowl would appear on his face. You were curled up on the other side of Simon, and you took it upon yourself to slowly inflate your scent. You weren't sure if he knew you did it on purpose, but you felt giddy when you saw his tense muscles begin to relax.

It was John's turn to pick what to watch- although he offered to forgo his turn if there was something that caught your eye. You politely shot him down, already feeling your eyelids grow heavy. He had settled on a ‘How It's Made’ episode about kayaks, safety boots, electronic signs, and cereals.

All in all, it was the perfect recipe for sleep. A pack that you were beginning to feel comfortable with, a calm voice on TV, a full stomach, and a soft blanket.

John watched as your eyelids began to droop. You were comfortable. He was pleased with how easily you had adjusted to their pack. He knows the first day wasn't easy- or what you had hoped for. If he could do it all again, trust him, he would. But here you were drifting in and out of sleep, the smell of warm peaches and vanilla filling the air. It made his own restless mind slow, and the ache in his temples dissipated.

“She asleep?” Johnny whispered. It was then he realized the show had ended. “Should we move her back to her room?” The Scot questioned, peeling himself off of the couch. He stretched, his back popping loudly.

“Best leave her out here with me,” Simon said all too quickly. Three heads snapped in his direction. “Fuck off,” he growled. “You want me to get better or not?” he reminded. They all agreed, not voicing any other theories about why he wanted you there with him.

Hi friends! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'll see you in two days for chapter 9! 🧡

[doodler16]

If you asked me during the hazbin hotel pilot era who my favorite character was, it be Alastor 100%. He unironically stole the show with his mystery (if the pilot didn’t have Vaggie lore dump unnecessary I would’ve enjoyed a bit more), personality, voice, charisma, and heck even his design especially his consistent smile intrigued me. Even the way he interacted with the entire cast made me excited.

So what do I think of Alastor now? Alastor to me is a loser, unironically an attention whore in terms of screen time and merch, an egotistical, petty person, and a man child edgelord. He lost most of his mystery and charisma throughout the show (though I will admit I am interested in his backstory but I won’t be surprised if he, himself has daddy issues. And, I did find some of his jokes funny).

The pilot portrayed Alastor as this powerful overlord who didn’t care about his status which made him so unique. He wasn’t gloating about how he’s the radio demon about to end your fucking life. Alastor in the pilot was subtle. At the snap of his fingers he destroys Sir Pentious with no hesitation and no exchange of words. Meanwhile, Alastor in the show has to blab and go this tangent of how sloppy, slow, and unprofessional Adam is only to get his ass handed to him.

Alastor in the show frequently mentions his status and gets pissy when most don’t care that he’s back or straight up not recognize him. Meanwhile, in the pilot you will notice that it’s the opposite, Charlie (the princess of Hell) and Vaggie are freaking out that Alastor is here at their door. It truly shows much power and control presents in the pilot without even trying.

The thing that disappointed me the most was his lack of interaction with the main hazbin squad. It was the driving point of why I was excited for Alastor and how his involvement was going to shake up the hotel for better or worse. Only to find out He barely interacts with them and I’m supposed to “care” when the most of cast members hug and get excited that he is alive in episode 8.

Speaking of the hotel, he barely contributes much regarding the hotel and fucks around. Like I was expecting him to at least help Charlie and Vaggie brainstorm activities for the sinners to do or even take control in his own of how he would handle Angel dust and Sir Pentious. Heck or even go outside with Charlie and Vaggie to promote the hotel to other sinners via singing and cause some drama/mischief along the way. Specifically talking about the hotel, the only things he did was do the commercial, fix the walls, and protects the hotel twice. But That’s it.

As I mentioned earlier, Alastor is an attention whore in terms of stealing the spotlight in the actual show and being in most episodes, which may be good for Alastor fans. They got the full course meal but Vivziepop needs to focus on other undeveloped main characters who desperately need the attention and development. Which why Alastor should be used sparingly, this would also make the audience more interested with him and creates more mystery.

For example: Episode 5, Dad Beat Dad: you would think the episode would focus on Charlie and Lucifer’s relationship which it does for a small portion but we also gotta have Alastor in there so he could drop the biggest F bomb to Lucifer to show that he means business and hatessss him. We also gotta dedicate a 2:30 minute song duet between the two men having a pissing contest, along with our home girl Mimzy being a plot device/prop for Alastor in order to HYPE HIM UP and tell his origins. Because Alastor soooo mysterious and such a hunkkkk. Oh yeah, Charlie is there I guess…

Also, Alastor’s smile in the show bothers me personally, more specifically the way it’s drawn. It’s to jaded and sharp, so it’s pretty obvious to tell how he feels and emotions Alastor goes through. Meanwhile, in the pilot his smile and energy is so goofy and I miss that. That really added to mystery because not only keeps you on your toes but you don’t know what’s on his mind for the most part or his long term goal.

This is by far my longest post and I wanted to get this off my chest regarding Alastor. 😭

[essycogany]

Sonic As A Villain

I don’t have a name for him, but this is my interpretation of Sonic as a villain. Here’s a hint, imagine if you noticed it, but not through his personality.

I’ve seen many interpretations of Sonic as a villain and instead of having him be a Sonic but on a bad day like Scourge. Sonic but dark and more violent like in Sonic X. Or Sonic but insane like Fleetway or Chaos Sonic, let’s have something different.

Have you ever noticed how Sonic can always manipulate a situation? He does it a bunch when he fights or interacts with people. It’s almost never in a negative way, but it does come across as a bit prideful and egotistical. Usually everything ends up going his way or has to go his way.

I believe if Sonic was ever to be a villain, he’d be a master manipulator. Funnily enough Sonic barely ever lies about things in most continuities, but at the same time is able to trick people or bend things to his will whenever he needs to. I’d like to think a villainous Sonic would be perceived as a good guy. Like standing up for Tails, but instead of moving on and letting Tails join him, Sonic manipulates Tails into beating up the bullies who bullied him.

He’d make Amy feel as if she doesn’t need to fend for herself and tell her to rely on him whenever she needs help. Or tell Knuckles to never trust anyone or ends up not inspiring him, so Knuckles stays antagonistic and untrusting. He’d inspire people to be the worst versions of themselves. Therefore creating a toxic atmosphere. Ideas like that.

This Sonic would be one who’d not care about being famous or rule over anything like a dictator. He’s like normal Sonic in a sense that he goes by his own rules, but it’d be for the worst intentions. He also takes advantage that he’s fast and uses his speed as a weapon. Destroying homes, pulling pranks, stealing, messing up the ecosystem, and all that jazz. He might save the world if it meant he didn’t have to die. But he doesn’t care if some Egg-shaped scientist is destroying the world. As long as he’s not bothering Sonic, why should he care? If he does go against Eggman or any other villains, he’d most likely kill them on the spot. Not out of heroism, but just out of spite. He doesn’t like being bothered.

When he says he doesn’t mind being the bad guy, he means it literally. He’d lack the emotional depth Sonic has and be a caricature of the “Cool guy being a jerk” trope. He doesn’t care if he’s seen as evil or not. He just likes causing mischief. No tragic backstory for him. Sonic’s the way he is because he chooses to be. That includes when he’s the bad guy.

He could act like a good guy in front of a crowd, but in reality, he’s causing the issues people believe he’s saved them from. All you gotta do with an evil version of him is turn his best/worst attributes of his personality and crank them to 100. He doesn’t have to be wild and crazy about it. He’d be just as chill and laid back as normal Sonic. Except he enjoys the chaos around him. Unlike other evil interpretations he’s the most similar to normal Sonic. And it makes things so much worse when he causes problems.

This isn’t the perfect idea, but I do like the concept of Sonic but evil in a way that almost doesn’t change his morals/personality.

[moonchild9350]

Please Can I (Part 2)

Summary: As the night continues, you get to spend some time with the other members.

Pairing: idol dom Minho x fem. reader x idol Changbin x idol Hyunjin x idol Jisung

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, fluff- 18+ sooo MDNI please

Word count: 3167

Warnings: cursing, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), p in v penetration, creampie (wrap it up), voyeurism, masturbation, spanking (if you blink), squirting, handjobs-I think that's it

Note: Ahh part 2 is here! Thanks for all the love in part 1. If you haven't read part 1, it's not essential to the story, but you can read a little of the backstory there! I hope you all like part 2, and as always reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated :)

This is in no way how the boys are in reality. This is only for fun.

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

“So,” Changbin said, “Can I be next?”

You looked up at Changbin and then Minho.  “Go ahead kitten, let them have you too.”

You nodded your head, watching the aroused men in front of you.  You mewled out, needing to feel someone’s touch.  You brought your hands to your tits, giving them a pinch and squeeze.  You noticed Jisung, looking like he would cum any moment as he watched you.  

“Come here Ji,” you said.  

Jisung walked up to you, and slid his finger through your folds, catching some of the cum that was still sliding down your ass.  He pushed it back into your cunt. 

“We don’t want to waste any hmm?” he murmured.  You whimpered at his action and shook your head no.  Smiling at you he said, “Wanna ride me y/ninnie?” 

“Yes, please Ji,” you whispered.  

Jisung walked to the head of your bed and slid down his sweats and boxers before scooting onto the bed, resting on one of your pillows.  Minho, who had put on another pair of sweats, helped you get up so you could straddle Jisung.  He gave you a peck on your forehead before going to sit at your desk chair.  

You wrapped your arms around Jisung, looking into his big boba eyes.  He blushed as you looked at him.

“You’re so pretty y/ninne,” he breathed out.

You leaned down to give him a kiss, your lips meeting his.  His lips were soft, molding against yours perfectly.  You sighed out, tightening your arms around him.  At this, Jisung grabbed your waist, rubbing soothing circles on your skin.  You reached down to grab his cock, fingers rubbing at his tip to gather some of the leaking pre-cum.  You stroked his cock a few times, causing him to moan.

“Need you y/ninnie…go on…slide it in babes,” he whined out.

You rocked your hips over the tip, sliding your folds against his cock.  You gasped and sighed at the feeling, leaning in to kiss him once more.  Lifting your hips, you positioned his cock at your entrance before sliding down his length, both of you moaning as your wet cunt wrapped snugly around his cock.  Once you bottomed out, you leaned your head against his, panting feeling so full.

Jisung was gone, feeling your wet, warm walls hug his cock as you took him to the hilt.  He wasn’t terribly big, but average length, but he still filled you up well.  

“You feel so good y/n” he moaned as you began to slowly grind your hips.

“Fill me up good Ji, so good.” 

You began to bounce on his cock, tits bouncing with each movement.  Jisung leaned forward to take a nipple in his mouth, tongue darting out to lick and suckle the bud.  You threw your head back, little sighs coming from your mouth as you bounced faster on Jisung’s dick.  He helped guide you, hands gripping your hips.  

Jisung knew he wasn’t going to last long, that feeling winding up in his belly.   He was surprised he hadn’t cum yet watching you with his hyung.  He grounded himself and began to thrust up into your cunt, causing your head to fall onto his shoulder. You bit into his shoulder, causing him to groan.  

He let go of your nipple with a pop, “I’m close y/ninnie.  Can I cum inside baby? Will you let me?” 

You brought your forehead to his, and nodded, “fill me up Ji, need your cum.”

Jisung grunted at your response and brought his fingers to your lips.  “Open up y/n, suck on em baby.”  

You obliged his request, suckling on his fingers to get them nice and wet.  Once Jisung was satisfied, he brought his fingers soaked with your spit to your clit.  He began rubbing in circles, while you swivel your hips against his, whimpering with the extra stimulation.. 

“Want you to cum with me ok?” Jisung asked.

You were close, clenching down on Jisung’s cock.  He let out a loud groan as he circled your clit faster.  With Jisung’s name on your lips, you came, rocking your hips over his cock.   With your orgasm, Jisung let go, hot cum shooting up into your cunt.  You mewled at the feeling, bringing your head to rest in the crook of his neck.  Jisung gave a few thrusts of his hips upward into you as he finished cumming.  You both sat there for a moment, Jisung dragging his fingers up and down your spine.  You were brought out of your reverie by Changbin’s voice.  

“You two looked so pretty together,” Changbin said, “but now it’s my turn!” 

You lifted your head to look at him, noticing the cutest pout on his face.  You giggled at the sight before turning back to Jisung.  He was looking at you with fondness in his eyes.  He pulled out his softening cock, you cooing at the empty feeling.  He helped you off his lap.  You got on all fours, and crawled your way to the end of the bed where Changbin was standing, palming his cock.  

“How do you want me, Binnie?” You asked.  You could feel Jisung’s cum dripping down your cunt onto your thighs and the sheets below.  

“All fours bunny,” Changbin replied, pushing his shorts down.  

He watched as you turned around, presenting your ass to him. 

“My god bunny, this ass.” Changbin grabbed both cheeks, pushing them together before letting it go.  He watched your ass jiggle before bringing his hand down on your right cheek, giving it a slap.  You moaned and lurched forward a little at the contact. 

Arching your back more, you said, “I’m ready for you Binnie.  Can you please give me your cock?”  

“Bunny is so polite eh?” Changbin laughed.  

He brought his tip to your entrance, sliding it through your folds, coating it in your slick, before pushing in slowly.  You groaned at the stretch, as his cock was thicker than Minho’s and Jisungs.  You heard Changbin mutter under his breath, “so tight.”  You grinned at this.  Changbin pushed more of his length in, watching your cunt stretch around his cock.  With one more thrust, he bottomed out, his trimmed pubic hair gently scratching your ass.  

“Mo…move Binnie.  Please move,” you whimpered, needing to feel more.  

“I got ya bunny,” Changbin responded, pulling out before thrusting back in.  He grasped your ass so tight, he was sure there would be bruises present.  He hoped so at least, knowing that it would be a pretty sight.

Changbin’s cock felt amazing, you could barely think, face smushed into the sheets.  All that was coming from your mouth were little ‘ah ah ahs.’  You were so lost in the pleasure of Changbin’s thick cock dragging deliciously against your walls, that you did not see Minho walk up beside you.  You felt his hand brush the hair out of your face.  Looking up, Minho smiled down at you.

“You’re doing so well for us kitten.  Taking Changbin’s cock so well.”  

You groaned, trying to respond to Minho, but failing, just another mewl falling from your lips. 

“Would you like my cock kitten? Want me to fill your other hole?”  

You shook your head, “give me your cock Min.  Always want your cock.”  Minho nodded his head before taking his hardened cock out of his sweats and bringing it to your lips.  As best as you could with Changbin still pounding into you from behind, you lifted your body so your hands could support you.  Leaning forward, you kissed Minho’s tip, pulling a sigh from his lips.  You licked a long stripe under his cock before wrapping your lips around the head.  With each thrust Changbin gave you, your body jolted forward, allowing you to take more of Minho’s cock down your throat.  Minho grabbed your head to control your movements more, fucking your throat with his cock.  You were gushing around Changbin’s cock, completely turned on being shared between the two men.  

“Bunny is so good, cunt feels amazing.  Don’t wanna pull out.” Changbin groaned, tossing his head back at the sight of your cunt creaming around him and taking Minho’s cock down your throat. He could feel his orgasm approaching as you clenched around his cock over and over.  

Spit was dripping from your mouth around Minho’s cock, tears streaming down your face.  You couldn’t have felt any better.  You breathed through your nose as Minho’s cock hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex.  You looked up, seeing Minho’s eyes close at the pleasure, his grip getting tighter around your hair.  You were close, you could feel that coil tightening with every thrust between the two men.  You felt Changbin reach down to finger your clit.

“Can you cum for us bunny? Let it all go baby.” Changbin whispered in your ear.  

With a loud moan, you came, clenching down on Changbin’s cock.  Minho thrusted once more into your mouth, before stilling his hips, letting out a loud groan as rope after rope of his cum shot down your throat.  When he withdrew his cock from your mouth, you looked him in the eyes before swallowing it all.  Minho smiled at you,  wiping the tears from your face.  

Watching the scene in front of him, Changbin snapped his hips against yours as he reached his orgasm.  He thrusted against you, riding out his orgasm, looking down to see a ring of your cum forming around his cock.  Changbin stilled against you before leaning over, grabbing your face and giving you a wet kiss, your tongues tangling together.  He broke away from the kiss, giving you a smile before pulling his cock out.  

Changbin, Minho, Jisung, and Hyunjin gathered around, watching your pussy flutter open and close, cum dripping down.  Jisung let out a whimper, palming at his cock that was hard again. 

Minho was proud of his kitten, watching you be used by the members.  He couldn’t believe this was even happening, since only a few hours ago you guys were having your typical movie night.  Now that he has you, he wasn’t planning on letting go.  Minho walked up to you to check up on you.

You felt Minho help you lay down.  “Are you ok kitten?” 

You smiled up at him and said, “yeah Min. More than ok.” He grinned and leaned down to give you a peck on the lips.  

“One more to go,” Minho smirked.  

You looked over at Hyunjin.  His pupils were blown, looking at you like you were the most precious thing ever.  He walked over to where you lay and asked, “Can I have you angel?” 

“Of course Hyun,” you replied.  You watched as Hyunjin reached over to rearrange you on the bed.  He laid you on your back, spreading your legs so he could see what he wanted most.  “So beautiful,” he murmured, sliding a finger through your puffy folds.  You mewled at his touch, ready for whatever he was going to give you.  Hyunjin stroked his cock, the tip red and angry.  

“Ready angel?” He slid into you, your lips forming an ‘o’ as he bottomed out.  Hyunjin started with slow thrusts, savoring the feel of your warm walls hugging his cock.  Closing your eyes, you sighed at the glide, as you were beyond wet.  With a snap of his hips, Hyunjin started to pummel into you, causing you to gasp out.  Squelching sounds could be heard, as he pushed the mixture of your arousal and Changbin’s cum back into your cunt.  He looked up to see Changbin and Jisung scoot close to you, each member reaching out to fondle your tits.

You whimpered at all the attention, Hyunjin fucking you hard, Changbin and Jisung nipping and sucking at your tits.  You managed to look over at Minho who was sitting down on your chair again, watching as he gave you a smirk.  You reached out to grab onto Changbin and Jisung’s cocks, both hard and leaking against their abdomens.  You pumped their cocks, shuddering at their moans as their mouths sucked your tits.  

“So wet angel, so so wet. Does it feel good y/ninne?” Hyunjin was close, it didn’t take him long, not with your perfect, wet cunt swallowing his dick whole.  

You moaned out a yes, never wavering in pumping Changbin and Jisung’s cocks.  

Hyunjin gathered some spit and watched as it fell onto your clit, not that you needed it since you were so wet.  He brought his fingers down to rub circles on the bud.  On top of Changbin and Jisung giving attention to your tits and Hyunjin touching your swollen clit, you felt a strong sensation in your belly.  

“Hyun.. I think I’m cumming! Mmrgh,” you moaned.  The sensation snapped and you felt  your arousal gushing out your cunt and onto the sheets and Hyunjin’s abdomen.  

Hyunjin groaned at the sight, “angel you squirted again.  I’m gonna cum angel, gonna fill you up.  So..so good angel, such good pussy.”  

With a few more thrusts, Hyunjin came, his cum leaking out of your abused cunt.  You moaned at the feeling, never waivering at pumping Changbin and Jisung’s cocks, as they were fucking your hand in sloppy motions.  They both came, spurts of their cum landing on your face and tits.  You continued to pump their cocks through their orgasms, until you milked every last drop of cum.  

Changbin and Jisung collapsed on the bed next to you, breathing heavily.  Hyunjin slowly pulled his cock out, you whimpering at the action, cunt sore and sensitive.  You laid there, cum oozing out of your cunt and painted on your chest.  You took a finger to scoop up some of the cum, not sure whose it was, and licked it off of your finger.  You closed your eyes, feeling exhausted.  You could hear murmurs in the background and was that the door shutting?  Despite this, you did not care, as you were on the verge of sleep.

You felt a gentle hand on your legs causing you to open your eyes.  You watched as Minho brought a warm towel to your center, gently wiping up the cum on your thighs and cunt. 

“Are you ok kitten?” Minho asked softly.  

He brought a hand up to your face, cradling it.  You leaned your head into his hand, shaking your head yes.  He smiled and nodded his head as he took another towel to wipe at the sticky cum on your face and chest.  Once he was done wiping you down, he gave you a bottle of water and helped you sit up.  You gratefully accepted the water, opening it and drinking most of it.  Minho handed you one of his spare shirts and you put it on.  He helped you settle into bed, cuddling up next to you.  You rested your head on his chest, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat.  You felt safe, in a different way than before, you noticed.  Minho turned off the lamp and settled in. It was silent for a while.  You started to doze off, all comfortable and warm, with.  Minho dragging his fingers gently up and down your back.  Before you knew it, you were out, soundly asleep.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining in your eyes.  You felt Minho behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, your legs tangled together in between the blankets.  You brought your hand up to Minho’s, placing it on top of his, smiling to yourself. You hoped this is what you thought it was, that you were his, but of course, you shouldn’t make assumptions.  You felt Minho stir behind you, tightening his hold on you.  

He kissed the back of your head and croaked out “morning y/n.” 

You turned around to face him and giggled. “Morning Min.”  

He smiled back at you, brushing your hair out of your face.  You both snuggled together for a little while longer until your stomach let out a loud growl.  You buried your face in Minho’s chest embarrassed but he just laughed.

“I guess I need to feed you,” Minho giggled.  “I’ll go whip something up.”  

You nodded and watched as he got out of bed, tousling his hair, and walked into the bathroom.  You sat up and stretched, noticing that your body was sore.  At this, you blushed, remembering the events from yesterday.  Minho walked out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen.  You got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up and brush your hair.  Afterwards, you walked to the kitchen, a delicious smell permeating your apartment.  Walking into the kitchen, you leaned against the counter, watching as Minho put the finishing touches on the french toast.  

“That looks so good Min,” you moaned out.  

You loved his cooking and couldn’t wait to dig in.  Minho chuckled and fixed your plate, handing it to you once he was done.  You both made your way to the table and sat down to eat.  Comfortable silence filled the room as you two ate.  Once you were done, Minho took the plates to drop them in the sink.  

“Come sit kitten.” Minho said.  

You followed him to the couch, nervously twisting your hands.  ‘He’s going to say he never wants to see me again,’ you thought.  You sat down and while picking at your fingers looked at Minho.  He looked at you and cleared his throat.

“I didn’t push you too much last night did I? You know? Involving the other members?”  

“No, no!” you chuckled.  “I wanted it to happen too, don’t worry Min.”

Minho nodded, “okay good.  I guess I also wanted to talk about us,” Minho said.  You held your breath at this. ‘This is it, this is where he’s going to end our friendship’ you thought.  

“I’ve liked you for a while now, kitten.  Well maybe like isn’t the right word.  I’ve loved you for a while.”  He nodded his head at his statement, satisfied with finally being able to say it.  

“Really? You…you love me?”  

Minho shook his head yes.  “Do you feel the same kitten? God I hope you do,” he said, looking down at his hands.  You took his hands in yours, causing him to look up into your eyes.  

“I love you too Min.  So much!  I’ve just been scared to tell you, not knowing how it would affect our relationship,” you said.

Minho looked at you and breathed out a sigh of relief.  “Thank god,” he chuckled.  He grasped your hands tighter, and asked, “Well since we’re on the same page, would you like to be mine?”

You looked at him and softly said, “of course Min, I’m yours.”  

Smiling at your answer he leaned in to give you a kiss.  Murmuring against your lips, he whispered, “I love you so much.  Hmmm let’s christened our new relationship shall we?”

You kissed him back before saying, “I love you too.  I think that’s a great idea.”

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Intertwined

Word Count: 4,655

Summary: Somehow Sylus and you have a strange bond from his Evol. Neither of you know the meaning of this or what exactly it is. After searching for some answers and ending up empty, you end up giving in to a strong temptation in the form of the tall and cocky Onychinus leader.

Tags: Smut, enemies to lovers, divergent from canon lore since we don’t have his backstory yet

AN: This is an 18+ fic, so MDNI! This is a multi chapter story that you can also read on my Ao3, I will try and post updates both on here and there, so please enjoy!

Being trapped in the Onychinus headquarters felt like a nightmare. It had only been a couple of weeks but I had been desperately missing familiar faces, sights, and sounds.

Since being trapped and forced to stay with Sylus as he tries to resonate with me, I’ve felt just like another bird trapped in his extravagantly large cage.

Recently, our Evols bounded us together in a way I never thought possible. When the red mist handcuffs appeared around both me and Sylus’ wrists the confusion and panic had settled deep in my bones and still hadn't gone away.

He even recommended cutting my hand off as a solution. Of course, he wasn’t serious, but the situation at hand caused him to briefly panic.

But no matter how dire the situation, that man gets on my nerves unlike anything else.

I currently lay in the large plush bed of my current living quarters in Sylus’s mansion of nightmares. The dark red silk sheets felt so smooth and luxurious against my skin, but my eyes were just focused on my hand. Nothing was there, but I stared at it as if to summon the answers to this mysterious situation into my palm.

Feeling a mix of frustration and boredom, I decide to go poke around Sylus’s lair and see if I can dig up any books or something that could lead me down a research path as to what’s happened between us.

Since the incident a few days ago, nothing has really changed, other than more heavy creases between Sylus’s brows. As of late he’s been more blasé about it and that’s just another thing about him on my long list of ‘things Sylus does to piss me off.’

I shiver as I step out of my room into the empty and echo-y dark hallway. Being barefoot and in a thin white nightgown, I was left vulnerable should a certain crime syndicate leader decide I was useless. But somewhere deep in my body I knew I was safe within this crow-obsessed man’s lair.

I wandered, a bit aimlessly, around to see if I could find the proper library. Truth be told, the only places I had explored were the kitchen, the armory, Sylus’ room, and the long hallway near my room. I had a vague idea of where Kieran and Luke’s room was, since they would sometimes tease me about visiting them for a ‘bedtime story,’ but I never had an interest to give in to their silly demands.

It felt like I was constantly poking my head in and out of rooms, most of them looked very untouched. For someone with a big mansion he surely never used it. Most occasions Sylus was out on ‘business ventures’ and on the other occasions he would be in his room, the dining area, the terrace, gym, and once and a while asleep in the lounge area’s couch. But beyond that he never seemed to use the space in his extravagant home. And he hasn’t yet dared come near the quarters I was currently living in. At least I have some privacy there.

It was strange. I felt captive, yet very free at the same time. He never restricts where I can go and explore my curiosity, in fact, he encourages me to snoop. How annoying, I sigh to myself.

As I reach a wing of the manner I’ve never been into before, I open a set of double doors to a very spacious and well stocked library. I smile to myself pleased with my venture as I flick on a light and scrunch my face as I take in all the dust and cobwebs littering the various large black shelves that wrap around the whole room.

There must’ve been thousands of books covering the shelves of the walls, the only other furniture to grace the room was a large black leather upholstered chaise lounge, and a small side table with a simple gold lamp. I hummed as I approached the first wall of books nearest to me.

My eyes start scanning the shelves for anything useful. I grab a couple of books that look like they have research and information on Evol and sit down in the lounge chair to start my research.

As my eyes scan texts for what only feels like a few minutes, a deep and sultry voice reaches my ears.

“Are you trying to have a competition to see who can stay up the longest? Are you sure you could compete with me?”

My head pokes up to see Sylus leaning in the entryway to the library. His long legs were dressed in black silky lounge pants and his chest was hardly covered in his matching silk robe. His pale white skin was tantalizing as the warm light from the library illuminated his fair features.

His red eyes looked at me with mirth in them, while his face was painted in an amused grin as he stared at my lounging form.

“I was just feeling a bit restless is all…” I rolled my eyes at his haughty demeanor.

He walks over to me in smooth strides and looks down at the reading material. Or he’s trying to stare down my nightgown, who knows with this man.

“Anything good? I’m afraid you’ll find my collection lacks the whimsical fairy tales I’m sure you enjoy…But I might have one or two children’s books you could find amusing,” he teases.

My face doesn’t move at his attempts to provoke me, I don’t have the energy to entertain his taunts. “I’m trying to see if I can find any information about this unique connection we have…So far nothing’s come up.”

He frowns a bit at this, his expression is hard to read. I can’t tell if he knows any more or less about this situation than I do. He did seem just as surprised and upset as I did when this occurred.

“I don’t know if there’s anything quite like us…As I said before, you and I are more alike than you know,” his silver hair shakes as he moves his head in a dismissive manner.

“But I’m nothing like you! You’re crazy! You live up in this empty castle where you sit around and plot the demise of people! Innocent or bad you selfishly propel yourself to the top of everything, and for what? A home you barely enjoy? An empty life full of nothing but death and destruction? Tell me Sylus, how are you and I alike?”

I slam my book shut and stand up. I don’t meet his insane height, so I glare upwards. My patience has run thin and I’m tired of being kept on a string with him. If he knows something I don’t, why doesn't he do something to cast me aside? Certainly the aether core can’t mean that much to him if he hasn’t cut it out of my chest yet.

He lets out a deep and guttural growl as he uses his Evol to wrap around my body and lift me up higher in the air.

“Sweetie, it’s almost embarrassing to see yourself in this much denial. Honestly kitten, you cannot be this naive… You're just painting me out to be the boogeyman because you’re little head can’t understand what’s really happening.” he tilts his head with a frown and continues, “You think you’re so self righteous with your little hunter title, but are you also not causing death and destruction for those around you on your little missions? That you’re also coming home to an empty bed?”

He then forces a smirk on his face as he finally spits out, “Or am I wrong to assume that? You certainly have enough men around you to keep your bed warm kitten.”

I try and lash out against his Evol and let out nothing but frustrated yells and grunts. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Put me down!”

He brings me down, but he uses his Evol to pull me closer to his face, we’re pretty much nose to nose as his red eyes look at my face with disappointment.

“Who is it…Is it that little space hunter who should be dead by now? Is it that ridiculous artist? Don’t tell me,” he pauses and puts his large hand on my face to cup my cheek, “You’re sleeping with your own doctor?” He lets out a deep chuckle at the thought and there’s something behind his eyes that sends a shiver down my spine.

I grit my teeth and reply, “And why should you give a shit about something like that?”

His hand slides down and grips a bit at my throat. Not hard enough to hurt me, but definitely enough to make my eyes go wide with shock. “Because once I find a high value prize, I don’t like to share.”

He swiftly takes his hand off my throat and puts me down, he goes to strut out of the library. I presume he’s storming off to go to his room to pout, but something in me stops him.

“None of them…” I call out and pause a moment before continuing, “I guess you’re not wrong in that element…We both have our empty castles to defend.”

He stops in his tracks, he glances to the side back at me, “I hope you keep it that way kitten, for their sakes.”

Without another word he stalks off like a gloomy shadow. What the fuck is his deal? Is all I can think to myself as I rub my neck.

After that sudden outburst between us I go back to my quarters with a headache. I lay in the lavish bed once again and my mind begins to wander. I do hope the others he mentioned aren’t worried for me…

Rafayel was the last person I talked to before entering the N109 zone. I hope he isn’t trying to do any more shady stuff at the nest. As for Xavier, he’s probably too busy running away from the bounty he has. And Zayne….I feel a bit of pang in my chest as I can clearly picture his worried hazel eyes. I silently hope he’s too busy with his research in Snowcrest to even think about my whereabouts.

But how dare Sylus insinuate I’d have late night proclivities with any of them. Besides Zayne, I hardly knew Rafayel or Xavier, and with all my curiosity of the information grandma left me, I have no time to think about being intimate with someone.

After a few minutes of dancing around the idea of intimacy with any of those prospective suitors, my thoughts seem to betray me as they recall the dance I shared with Sylus…Or the instance of laying on top of his nearly naked body searching for that crow broach….The way he felt hard beneath me-

I shake my head and slap my cheeks, nonono go away horny thoughts… I sigh to myself. Maybe I just need to get laid… It’s been what feels like eons since I’d been intimate with another person and with all this stress, frustration, and seductiveness of Sylus running around, I felt no better than a horny teenage boy.

Sleep was avoiding me and no matter how hard I tried to think of literally anything else, Sylus’ half naked body kept popping up in my head.

I’m getting a drink, I can’t handle this

With another frustrated groan I get up from the bed to leave this room and stalk my way to the dining area that has a gold metallic wine rack in the corner. I decided to just grab the bottle for myself. As I twisted it open and drank straight from the source I couldn’t help but growl with frustration as the bitter dark red liquid went straight down my throat.

After the warmth of the alcohol hits my stomach, I turn around to go and stomp back to my room when my face smacks into a soft and plump set of pectorals.

Great, just fucking perfect, I think to myself as he chuckles and placed his hand on my lower back.

“Sweetie,” I shiver as his deep velvet voice coos to me, “I’m sorry about our little spat earlier,” he forces my face away from his chest to make me look up at him. “But you know…I didn’t think you would turn to my liquor cabinet as a way to blow off steam.”

I glare up at his stupidly handsome and cocky face, “Well consider this bottle of wine your apology.”

He pauses for a moment as he leans in to study my face more. His right eye is glowing as it feels like he’s looking into my very soul. I shiver as I suddenly feel more exposed than ever.

For a moment I feel as if I did in our first encounter, dizzy, confused, and painfully, empty. The whispers of “Devour him,” and “So empty,” echo through my hazy brain.

Suddenly he leans back away from me and that feeling goes away. As I remain frozen, Sylus bursts out into laughter after a moment of pause and suddenly his hand on my lower back tightens its grip.

“Well, I must say this is not how I envisioned things to go…But after seeing what it is you desire most right now…I’m more than happy to ease your frustrations Sweetie.”

My face flushes, fucking damn his stupid ‘desire’ seeing eye! That’s not fair!

“Sylus be serious…” I look away from him.

“Oh I am,” he grabs the bottle from my hand and takes a swig himself, “And here I thought you were disgusted with me…Seems like my kitten is still ever in denial,” he leans in to whisper in my ear, his nose brushes against my skin just below my ear and my back straightens out in attention to his hot breath and fleeting touch. My skin lines itself with goose flesh as his face lightly brushes against my skin and wanders down my throat.

“Mmmm,” he purrs as his lips find a spot on my neck to lick and suck.

I let out a yelp of shock as my hands latch onto the silk of his robe. Sylus just pulls away with a chuckle.

“Hmmm,” he looks down at the bottle of wine in his hand, “Does my kitty need liquid courage to be honest with herself?” He tilts his head and I’m too stunned to retort.

He chuckles and takes a swig from the bottle and leans down to capture my lips and pour the liquid from his mouth to mine.

“Mmph!” I can’t help but yelp as I’m forced to quickly swallow a large mouthful of wine as his mouth now has full access to explore mine.

It’s hot. The room temperature, his body, my body, the atmosphere, it feels like he just lit a fire in me. It all but consumes me as I decide to close my eyes and let his tongue try and find all the things I cannot say on the tip of my own.

As some of the wine had spilt on the side of my lip, Sylus, like a man possessed, goes to lick it up. After our lips are separated is when I notice something tight around my wrist.

We both looked down and the red misty handcuffs seemed to have appeared again.

“Huh…Why is it here now?”

“Let’s save your questions for later Sweetie…” he clears his throat after speaking, “Do you want me to continue? I’m not going to stop unless you say no to me right now.”

His eyes were serious, but they also held something else. It was the first time I ever saw a desperate expression cross his face. This nonchalant crime lord since I met him has always laughed in the face of danger or a challenge. But in this current moment, it seemed like he would crumble if I refuted.

Fuck it.

“Go ahead Sylus,” I say a bit too breathlessly for my own ego, but in the next minute he picks me up fireman style and he’s quickly gliding us to the double doors of his bedroom.

Before my mind can catch up, my back is hitting the plush of a mattress and his lips are kissing down the exposed neckline of my nightgown.

He had set the bottle that was in his hand on the nearby nightstand and both his hands were gliding down the expanse of my body.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he moans out as he lowers the top of the gown to expose my bare breasts to the open air.

His mouth quickly latches on and my head bends back and my legs twist upwards as his large body is currently parting them. I place my hands on his shoulders as his suckles.

“S-Sylus…I-“

“You don’t need to talk… I know,” he pulls away from my chest to reply. He looks sincere and still a little desperate, it’s sending me into a tizzy, but honestly, I’m too turned on to really process everything at the moment.

Suddenly large and hot hands are raking up the hems of my nightgown to meet the sides of my underwear as they’re quickly pulled down.

“Kitten…” he sighs as his head lowers to be face to face with my bare center. He breathes a teasing puff of air at my now hot and aroused sex.

Without a second of hesitation his lips dive in to taste me and I let out a shocked moan as the hand that’s still being shackled by the mysterious Evol grips into his silver locks.

Both my legs wrap around the center of his back as he slowly but purposefully laps his tongue around areas I’ve never even felt before.

“F-Fuck! Sylus,” I cry out as he then decides to just drink the source of wetness from my hole and his tongue enters me.

He places his hands on my stomach and just hums in approval. To think this tongue that’s always lashing out teasing insults is fucking me right now, I moan at the thought that crossed my mind as I feel nothing but a pooling heat drip down into Sylus’s greedy mouth.

It’s hard to stay focused on anything at all as his mouth is lapping up my insides like it’s his final meal. Between that and the feeling of his large hands that reach the whole expanse of my stomach pushing down on me.

I can feel his nose brush against my clit as he works his mouth to devour me whole, and it feels like an invisible thread inside my body just snaps. Suddenly I’m screaming out his name and all he does is chuckle into me and move his other hand to softly grab my non-Evol locked one.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” I cry out as I fully come undone all over his face. Unable to care or think about how his face must be covered in my essence. I feel my body slack in relaxation from an intense release.

Suddenly, a burst of dark matter and energy explodes throughout the room, causing both of us to pause and snap out of our lustful haze.

I’m panting and his wet face comes up from under my dress to show me his bewildered and almost bloodlust expression. After a moment's pause he lets go of my hand and chuckles as he licks his luscious lips.

“Perhaps we should’ve just done this from the start…” he looks down at me with a smile and a look of genuine pride.

“What just…?” I’m still very breathless and dazed from my orgasm.

“That, my lovely kitten, was our resonating.”

Sylus looks so genuinely happy and proud that I can’t help but let out a “huh…”

His eyes darken, “Which means we should further test how much more we can do,” he whispers as he flings off his robe and goes to strip from his trousers.

I lift my wrist and still notice our strange Evol connection, “Well this is still here.”

“It might stay there for awhile Sweetie, we’re not done yet.”

His eyes never leave mine as he removes his boxers. My eyes widen at the sight of his length.

Holy… I think back to the glances I’ve stolen of the bulges of his tight leather pants and I had assumed that he was very well endowed, but seeing it full on display….I was rendered speechless.

“Like what you see?” He teases as his hands are pulling on my nightgown to fully remove it.

I can’t explain why, but suddenly I was relaxed as I was caged underneath him. We’re fully exposed to one another and I would’ve thought the idea of that would be horrific, but currently, it felt…Safe. A dance of a nostalgic feeling trickled within me, but I couldn’t place where those feelings stem from.

He must’ve noticed the shift in my demeanor, as he leaned down to capture my lips. The taste of wine and my sex mingled together as our lips met. It’s no surprise that Sylus’s lips lead me to his whim as his tongue would coax my mouth to his will.

To be expected from the man who always has control.

I let my hands wander down the muscles of his back as we kiss. I decide to rake my nails up and down his back in a light and feathery teasing manner.

Sylus shivers and pulls away, “Be careful kitten…”

He warns as he reaches down to grab my spread legs and places them from being wrapped around his back, to straddling his shoulders.

I hiss at the strength of my muscles as he lines himself up with my body. Sylus looks back at my face, his red eyes are surprisingly gentle as he whispers, “There’s no going back from this Sweetie…You’re finally mine again.”

Before I could really think on his words he slowly enters me and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head at the feeling.

The voices from that hazy daze I had earlier seem to all simultaneously sigh in contentment along with me. Full, finally full.

Meanwhile Sylus is ontop of me hissing a string of curses, “You feel so good Kitten.”

His praise makes me whimper a bit, he keeps leaning down to kiss and nip at my collar bones as he keeps inching into me.

I feel like I’m drowning as he finally bottoms out and I can’t help but gasp and whine, “Moremoremore,” I cry as I feel teary eyed.

“Who knew you were so greedy?” He chuckles as he begins to thrust at a gradual pace.

“S-Sylus please,” I groan in frustration at his slow movements.

“Please what Sweetie?”

I dig my nails harder into his back as I pull myself up to his ear, “Fuck me like you mean it damnit.”

He snaps at that and suddenly he slams roughly into me and sets a more aggressive tempo to his rhythm.

Sylus leans back to grab at my hips with a throaty groan, “You’re a spoiled kitten,” he pauses as he keeps thrusting at his intense pace, “But I’ll give you anything you want…”

My hands can no longer reach his back or chest so the scrunch the silk sheets around me as I throw my head back and cry. I can feel the tip of his cock buried deep inside me as it pounds into a sensitive spot within me.

I feel like my soul is leaving my body as he takes his thumb to start rubbing my clit. “SylusSylus,” I cry out his name as my back is arching higher and higher, “I’m-I-“

“You can come kitten it’s okay,” he gasps out.

It was like my body could hear his words as I felt nothing but pleasure at my crescendo. I was putty in his hands as he slowed his pace to reach his own peak.

“Sylus,” I whisper, my own voice nearly unrecognizable to my own ears.

“Yes?” His voice choked out as he was clearly struggling to hold on.

“It’s okay….To come inside me…I want you to,” I pant out.

“F-Fuck,” his head drops to my chest again and with one harsh thrust I fill his hot seed spill inside me. I purr and humm at the feeling and I go to bring my hand to play in his hair, when I notice the dark embers flickering from my palm.

“Is this…?” I show him my palm.

“Mhmm…If a certain someone is more attracted to me now we can resonate,” his brow lifts in question as he peers his now tired eyes at me, “Unless you want me to do this every time we need to resonate?”

I tug at his hair to retaliate against his taunting tone, “Don’t start with me Sylus…Let me enjoy this…”

He gives me a soft smile and goes to move himself off me, “Alright…But don’t think you’re safe from me tomorrow kitten.”

I whimper a bit as he detached from me, his spend dripping out of me. He stands from the bed and puts on his robe to walk over to the bathroom as he grabs a fluffy white towel. “Here, let's just clean up and go to bed. I have all the time in the world tomorrow to figure out this Evol bond with you.”

I hum in agreement and finally exhaustion hits me as Sylus wipes between my legs. I blink slowly and don’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until the next morning when I’m trapped in the embrace of two strong arms wrapped around me.

I try to move to go to the bathroom but he grips me tighter and whispers, “Don’t go…” into my ear.

I shiver at his pleading voice and just reply back, “Sylus…I just need to use the restroom…let go…”

He tsks his lips and sets me free, I can’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation. First I wanted to beat the shit out of him and then the next instance we were fucking.

I look in the bathroom mirror and notice dark splotches in my collarbone and neck, I sigh in disappointment at his handiwork. How am I going to cover these…I bet Luke and Kieran will have a field day if they see these.

When I glance down at my palm again I notice a strange red mark on my hands now. I brush my fingers over it and it seems to light up a bit when I touch it.

“Kitten?”

“Hmm?” I leave the bathroom and return to the bedroom where Sylus was looking around confused. “What is it?”

He looks at me and shakes his head, “it just felt like you were calling out to me…”

I look down at my wrist and show it to him, “Do you know what this is?”

He grabs it with a look of concern. “I think we might be even more connected now…”

“Even more? What do you mean?”

He just shakes his head and stands up, “I’m not entirely sure…but I have some theories… You up for a joyride?” He raises a brow.

I pout at his dismissal of answering me properly, “After breakfast…”

He laughs and his eyes light up in amusement, “But of course Sweetie… I’ll make sure you’re fed first.”

Who knows where he wanted to take me…. But as we ate breakfast together I couldn’t help but reflect on something Sylus said last night… “You’re mine again…”

As I ate my food I felt like I had more questions than I would ever get answers for…But something deep in my gut tells me to trust Sylus for now. I’ll have to find a way to get answers behind his back since he never wants to tell me anything.

I just hope the answers I find don’t break my already confused heart.

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╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 1k

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: reader’s backstory, I like making backstories, death comfort: her uncle and his brother, marriage comfort, jace is a cutie, bonding over loss, I kinda hate but also love this.

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Watching the waves crash into one another it was calming, when you closed your eyes it was only you and the sea. The salty water made your nose sting just a tad but nothing to uncomfortable, just something you needed to get used to. You could feel the sand underneath your bare feet as low tide waves surrounded your feet on the shore.

Your uncle had just passed before your betrothal to the prince, his death caused your father to swear himself to Rhaenyra. For many years your family prided themselves on being peaceful and no wars since Aegon The Conquerors, so at first your father never picked sides. He was afraid of what it could mean for his people, until your uncle declared himself for Rhaenyra and the greens executed him.

A exhale leaves your lips as you shake your head to force the reminding thoughts away. There was nothing you could do to bring him back, all you could do was honor his wish. The faces in your head start to change, and your thoughts fall on one in particular.

The Brunette Prince, Jacaerys Velaryon. He wasn’t how you expected him to be if you’re being honest. He was handsome, and you heard of rumors of his… illegitimacy, but never cared. Nevertheless, when you saw him— he had the beauty of a true Targaryen Prince, and the charm of one. You haven’t talk much, other then when you arrived and at dinner.

Council meetings took much of his day, and you needed rest from the travel, and you slipped away in the morning to watch the sea. To be alone. A life of war, and new betrothal, and new home was difficult to process and get ahold of. Though, you are grateful it was Jace since he was young and seemed to be gentle.

The distant voice perked your ears, the sound of your maidens voice answering made your chest fall deeper. You knew it who it was, based of the way he spoke and how it’s his duty to fetch after you. As the steps on the sand grew closer you didn’t move a inch and kept your eyes shut. The extra seconds would be a life time of comfort.

“I suspect you’re here to call me to the morning feast?” The brightness of the sun returning in your eyes made you wince a bit. His face meet yours, it was a strange.

“The halls smelled wonderful, almost couldn’t pull myself away,” he rested his arms on his sword, a small smirk twisted at his lips, “Thought you’d be hungry.” you hummed at his statement and clasped your hands together. Looking away from him and back at the crashing waves you almost found his presence reassuring in a way.

He watched the waves with you, not rushing you away. “Is it always this beautiful,” you wondered out loud, you didn’t grow up near the beaches and never saw them. “We have a waterfall but it’s not nearly as massive.” Your betrothed listened to you speak calmly.

“I must say I found it beautiful, even when storms past through. Even more so on dragon back,” it did sound thrilling to watch the waves from above, to explore more than your pair of leg’s could. “We used to roam all over the water, my brother & I. The challenge of who was the fastest made us wonder for hours after each other.” the mood switched and you felt pity as you look back at him.

His eyes were yearning for his brother in the sky, and the memories he must be revisiting in his head was familiar. The laughter of your uncle was engraved in your mind, he was a second father to you. He always made you laugh, taught you important lessons on life. You adored him. It was a different loss, but the same feeling you shared. When you noticed the change in his eyes you grabbed ahold of his hand.

Locking eyes with yours, his wide and surprised, and yours glossy and sensitive, you both felt connected for the first time. “I miss my uncle more then words can express, and want nothing more for the chance to stop him from leaving our home. But we must go one, to remember what they wanted,” your throat began to dry, “We must live on to tell their stories, yes?” he senced hesitation from you, like you also needed to be told you were right.

“Your uncle must have be proud, his niece is wise and caring.” a heating sensation arose in your cheeks, “we both will live on to tell their stories, together.” Letting go of your hand he offers his arm instead and you take it, trying to gain composure. As you walk along side him you notice how warm he seemed to be.

He started up conversation again with a shy demeanor, “Forgive me, My Lady. Our betrothal was sudden and you mustn’t have been unprepared, can I assume you are still on the fence about it?” the nerves in your stomach went wild, your mind racing for the right thing to reply with. Of course you would do your duty and marry him. And you found him as the best option. “There is no need to keep the truth inside, I want us to be friends.”

There he was, making it easier to want him, to be his wife. “Forgive me, Your Grace. To be honest, this arrangement doesn’t displease me,” you hide your face away from him in hopes he wouldn’t see how flustered you look, “I only wish to get to know you, I have much to learn of you— And you of me. I wish we meet sooner but we have forever.”

The graceful smile on your lips made his breath hitch, you were more beautiful then he imagined. Not only was he falling for you, and the thought of you being his— but him being yours. “Forever,” his lips thinned with the huge charming smile, “I like the sound of that.”

You had forever to grown together, to study one another, to be by each others side.

[sundrop-writes]

One Moment Per Episode With Dick Grayson

Season One, Episode One: "Titans"

Summary:

You and Dick haven't spoken since the Titans parted ways in San Francisco five years ago.

Even though you used to be as close as two people can be, both of you are doing just fine leading your own separate lives - until your psychic powers cause you to have a vision of the end of the world, and you have to turn to him for help. As much as Dick doesn't want to get involved, you know that him leading The Raven on the path she needs to travel is the only way to stop the terrible fate you saw.

He wants to deny it, and stay as far away from you as possible - but he can't avoid you or the truth that you have told him when he runs into that very Raven you speak of in an interrogation room later that night. He has to face a simple truth he has always known: you're always right.

Dick Grayson x Fem!Powered!Reader. Childhood Friends/Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Bantering/Humor. Set during Season 1, Episode 1.

Word Count: 2,300

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: the reader uses she/her pronouns (some people might accuse the reader character in this story of being more of an OC and I am okay with that - I try to make all the reader characters in my other stories as blank and open as possible and every now and then I let myself have a little bit of a treat) - but as usual with my stories, the majority of pronouns used in the fic are you/yours; other than clothing style and a scar that informs her backstory, the reader's looks are not described and are left vague (as far as race, body type, hair colour, etc. - those things are not described); the reader character does have powers - I might make a separate post detailing the reader's entire backstory and power set (or I might just let it be spelled out slowly through the chapters) - but for now, I will tell you that the reader character is psychic and can see glimpses of the future in dream-like visions; the reader and Dick are 'exes' - their relationship was never official (they never explicitly called each other boyfriend/girlfriend), but they used to have sex often (and they both have feelings for each other that they never openly spoke about), and they are childhood friends, so there is a lot of emotional history there; mentions of canon-typical violence; this fic does use Y/N; mentions of the reader being shot during a past undescribed incident; there is references to sex and discussions of sex, but no explicit smut (but there might be some later in the story? idk yet); emotionally constipated Dick Grayson; idk what else ? - pining, emotional angst, using humor to deflect emotional tension, banter. I just really like the vibes of this. there is not a lot of big content warnings for this fic (yet).

A/N: Honestly, I am really excited about this one. I have a lot of ideas for future episodes (especially the episode where Dick loses it emotionally and just gets followed around by a hallucination of Bruce for the entire episode - but that's not until Season 2, oop). Titans is one of my favourite series ever - if you couldn't tell - so getting to examine each episode closer and appreciate each individual episode as a unique piece of art while writing this instead of binging a whole season gives me a whole new appreciation for the show. I hope you guys enjoy these as they come out - especially because I do have an idea of where this fic is going, but I don't know where I want these characters to go in Season 4. (I kind of want to do a secret surprise reveal of two of the characters being related and being siblings, but... idk. Sometimes people don't like that.) But this is definitely a good opportunity to send me ideas of where you want this story to go/how you want it to end up. Anyway - please enjoy!!!

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Dick needed some fucking air. 

He could barely fucking handle today. He had to compose himself before he lost it and started breaking things. It was all such a shitshow - the department pushing a new partner on him, footage of Robin all over the news, every other half-cocked beat cop making comments about how Robin was just another masked psychopath who wasn’t that different from The Joker. 

Fuck them. 

If they only knew what Gotham was like - if only they had to deal with a department full of asshole’s on the Joker’s payroll. If only they had to watch criminals walk away because they made bail on the decision of a corrupt judge. If only they had to sit behind a desk and listen to a mother’s sobs as she begged for him to find her missing child - knowing how many people elbow to elbow with him would laugh at her tears rather than start looking. 

If they only spent one night tending to civilians while the smell of burning flesh permeated the air, with the Joker’s screaming laugh stuck in their ears because he thought that bombing a low-income housing complex was just that funny. 

Fuck all of them. 

Dick clenched his fist tight - his knuckles aching as he resisted the urge to drive his arm right through the glass at the front of the precinct. He just - he really needed some air. 

Dick walked out the front doors (rather than smashing the glass), and took a deep breath of the cool night air, trying his best to calm down. It was getting late, and things were relatively slow, even for it being a Tuesday. No influx of late-night chaos yet. He had some time to collect himself before- 

“So - Robin’s in Detroit now, huh?” 

That voice. 

Dick felt the sting of familiarity pluck at his spine, and he whipped his head around at lightning speed, looking in the direction of the voice. Surely enough - you were the one standing there. It hadn’t been some kind of auditory hallucination on his part. 

So much for time to calm himself down. 

He was immediately met with a confliction - lust and annoyance bubbling up inside of him. He didn’t want to see you again, he didn’t want you to be here, especially not without warning. But you looked so damn good - it was a distraction from that fact. 

That was always the thing about exes, wasn’t it? 

(If Dick could even call you his ‘ex’ - the two of you had slept together more times than he could count, both metaphorically and literally, but the two of you had never put an official label on the relationship like he had with Dawn or Barbara. He cared for you like a friend, and like a lover in a way that he was never willing to admit - but did that make you his ex? Especially if he never stopped caring about you?) 

That thing about exes being: they always look so fucking good when you see them after a long time of being apart. The universe dangling something in front of you that you’re not allowed to have and technically, should no longer want. 

But oh - Dick found himself wanting so very badly. (And he tried his hardest to hide that fact as he continued to carefully stare you down.) 

Because you looked so good. 

You were wearing something of your usual style - an outfit of many confusing layers that somehow showed off the natural curves of your body and hid you all at the same time. 

A long skirt with a ruffled hemline and bold, colorful pattern. A pair of boots that you had probably gotten from some vintage store that were likely older than both you and Dick, leathery and well worn in. Your jacket was much the same - a supple brown leather with a soft fur lining that made you look very warm and cozy. 

Topped off with a pair of the largest, gaudiest dangling earrings that Dick had ever seen - the kind that would have gotten snagged on one of his nice shirts and gotten the two of you tangled up during one of your hook-ups. A pair of earrings that he would have scolded you for wearing - but he would have delighted in finding them on his bedroom floor after you left because it meant having a piece of you still with him. And it would mean having an excuse to visit you later because he had something of yours to return. 

Those earrings glistened in the light of the street lamps, just as your eyes did while you stared him down with those inquisitive, knowing eyes. Looking at him with that same expression you always wore - the one that seemed to say you knew everything that he never would. It equally fascinated him and infuriated him. 

He hated the fact that you had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, causing his heart to race - had you snuck up on him on purpose? Did you find it funny? 

“Y/N,” Dick said your name curtly, still feeling a slight twinge of shock that you were standing in front of him at all. “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

You let out a dry chuckle, and stepped closer to him, making his whole body stiff. His first instinct was to step backward - to gain more distance from you. But he didn’t want to seem like he was afraid of you - afraid of that closeness. So he forcefully locked his legs and stayed in place as you drifted closer, and you idly conversed back. 

“Oh, Dickie.” You sighed in return, using his childhood nickname. “A warm welcome as always.” 

Dick rolled his eyes at this. Did he really need to bother with manners and formalities? The two of you had known each other for so long, he guessed that you were both well over stuff like that. 

“Do I need a reason to be here? Can’t I just visit an old friend?” You posed, a humorous tone still running through your voice. 

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he took a more defensive stance. He quickly went from shock then to annoyance. 

The two of you were old friends - you had known each other since you were in diapers together. The two of you had grown up together, raised by a unique circus family. And that meant that Dick knew you well enough to know that if you were here, you had a good reason to be. 

(If you had wanted to chase him when he first left Gotham, you likely would have camped out in the trunk of his car, or you would have shown up at his new apartment the day after he moved in. You wouldn’t have waited this long to contact him.) 

“Do us both a favor and cut the bullshit, please.” Dick replied sternly. “Why are you here?” 

“Grumpy.” You sighed, sounding defeated. 

He waited for a moment, and surely enough - you folded, now willing to directly explain your reason for showing up in Detroit so suddenly. 

“I had a vision.” You explained. “A girl. The Raven. A lot of others consider her to be the eater of worlds, but she is the one who is going to save us all, Dick.” 

He let out a harsh puff of air, reaching up and running fingers roughly over his temple. Yup, there it was - the headache had fully set in now. He really didn’t need this. Not tonight. 

He had known about your visions for a long time. When he was younger, he had been shocked to find out that you had inherited your mother’s ‘gift’. He previously had no clue that her set-up as a sideshow fortune teller with Tarot cards and a large crystal ball wasn’t all psychology tricks and half-guesses she put on for tourists - but in fact, it was actually something informed by larger supernatural forces at play. And it was something you could do as well. 

So he was inclined to believe you when you told him about this vague vision, but he also didn’t want to be involved. He had a lot on his plate right now - he didn’t need this. 

“Look, I’m sure that whatever you saw was important, but-” He began. 

You sighed and shook your head harshly at this ‘but’. 

“Why don’t you just take it to New York instead? This kind of thing is way more Donna’s speed, anyway. I’m sure she can help you find this girl, and-” 

“That won’t help.” You told him. “The girl is already on her way here.” 

You spoke the words with such utter certainty, and it sent shivers up Dick’s spine. The calm, tranquil look on your face - the ominous wiseness you held: it reminded Dick so much of your mother. The other-worldly authority she held that had ultimately gotten her killed. It was strangely creepy. 

“Just so you know, I hate it when you say ominous shit like that.” Dick told you, gesturing to your person with stiff offense in his body. “Just because your mother played the creepy voodoo witch for tourists doesn’t mean you have to.” 

“I’m not playing.” You replied, exasperated. 

You knew that Dick could be frightened of your powers at times. He was someone very logic-based - he built his beliefs around facts. So having you follow your visions and your ‘gut feelings’ when they were never concrete, changing on a dime - he hated the uncertainty and chaos that came with it all. But you had learned to trust yourself and your feelings over time, even if he didn’t. 

“And you know, you’re involved in this whether you want to be or not.” You told him, trying to get the conversation back on track. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Robin made his first appearance in months last night.” 

Dick became stiff at this, and quickly glanced around - as though waiting for someone to appear out of nowhere and point an accusing finger at him, screaming out that he was Robin and he had been caught. 

“You can’t help it, Dick Grasyon.” You declared with intense certainty. “You need to save people, you need to feel like you’re making a difference, you-” 

“So what, now you expect me to save the whole fucking world?” Dick snapped back. 

“She does.” You corrected. 

“Who?” He replied - confused and once again annoyed at your mysticism and bold confidence in your visions. 

“The Raven.” You told him. “She needs you. And whether you like it or not, you need her.” 

You shifted your stance then, waiting for him to tell you that you were right - which was how most of your arguments ended. 

But then, as a sick reminder, the lapel of your jacket opened enough for Dick to get a glance at your chest. The neckline of your blouse was wide open, but his eyes weren’t drawn to your cleavage - instead, he became focused on a large scar that you had sitting over your heart. A place where a bullet had ripped through you, leaving you barely alive. 

He still remembered the feeling of your blood warm under his hands while you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, begging him to save you. He remembered sitting at your bedside, believing that you would never wake up again. 

He couldn’t help but to reach up and gently skim his thumb across the roughness of the scarred skin as he glared at it with a stiff jaw. The touch sent shivers through you - it was the first time he had touched you since that last night in Gotham, when you had woken up to an empty bed and absolutely no explanation as to where he had gone. 

Dick felt rage boil inside of him. 

How could you ask him to save the world when he had been responsible for this? 

This - this was why he was no fucking savior. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said, choking on the words slightly as he took his hand down, shoving it back into his pocket once again. He had to avoid the temptation of touching you any further. 

If you weren’t safe around him, why would some little girl from your visions be? 

“This isn’t about me.” You scoffed. “Or-” 

‘Or us.’ 

You held back, knowing how dangerous it was to mention the royal Us around flighty Dick Grayson. For a bird without wings, he was absolutely capable of taking off in a quick moment when he wanted to. 

“This is about something so much bigger.” You pressed. “She’ll be here soon.” 

Dick let out another strained sigh at you using such ominous words again. 

“Well, next time you’re gonna come here and be all ominous and creepy, you should at least bring some coffee.” He told you, sarcasm tight on his lips. 

You made a mocking face in return. 

“Well, you could be more polite.” You scoffed. 

Before Dick could recommend that the two of you go and get a coffee in order to truly catch up, someone called out his name, drawing his attention away from you for a moment. 

“Hey, Grayson!” Someone called, sticking their head out the front door. “Prentiss is looking for you!” 

When he turned back, you were gone. He tried not to linger on it too much - how creepy it was. You were silent and quick like a ghost - he thought that your ominous jewelry might jingle like a house cat’s bell. 

But - he would call you later. Hopefully you still had the same number. 

…

Dick walked into the interrogation room, trying to clear his mind of the interaction with you. When he saw a small, scared girl, he thought it best to lighten the mood with a joke. 

“Hi, I’m Detective Grayson.” He said, introducing himself. “I hear you like to play baseball with bricks and cop cars. You wanna tell me what happened?” 

“You��re him.” She said, whimpering and tearful. “You’re the boy from the Circus.” 

At first, Dick thought that everyone was simply being ominous and creepy today. But then he realized:

‘Oh fuck. You were right.’

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A/N: Please do not ask me when this fic will be updated - this fic does not have a schedule.

While this is technically the first chapter in a 'series', each chapter is meant to be enjoyed on its own. The overarching plot of the series is still that of the original Titans show, and I won't be making any major changes to the canon of the show - I just intend to showcase smaller emotional moments between the reader character and the canon characters. This is something I want to work on casually in the background between working on other things. This fic is not my main focus, and I will not be rushing to update it or complete it.

Comments and reblogs are encouraged, and I am thankful for them - but please keep those comments focused on the actual content of the series (it's plot, the characters, their dynamics, etc.). Please do not spam me asking me to update this or asking me when I will update this - because I am not in a rush to do so. I have a lot of ideas for this series that I am excited about, but I want to work on it slowly and casually because I don't want to lose my enthusiasm for it and I know that rushing will take that enthusiasm away.

If you enjoyed this - great, thanks. But if you expect this to be updated weekly like a factory pumping out stuff on a clearly outlined schedule - then you are in the wrong place. If you are expecting constant updates of this fic and you will be disappointed if it doesn't get updated regularly - you should just block me now and pretend you didn't read it. But if you are a patient person - feel free to read and enjoy my other Titans works while I am working on updates for this (and working on other exciting things), and feel free to send me a message telling me what you thought of this fic or other fics in general.

Also - if you can't get Dick Grayson off your mind - my requests are open.

[madkiska]

watching the entirety of jrwi: riptide again. here's some important things from the first few episodes that I feel we forgot (<110 mentions too though)

Jay

Had night terrors similar to those of Kubakinta's curse in episode 5, and they eventually start returning even after Loffinlot's curse is lifted ○ All of them were about her family and/or the navy ○ I simply think people leave her out of the nightmare stuff and she deserves it. Hurt her more, please (he said, lovingly)

was actually very upset at having to use her medal to get a Loffinlot rebellion to shut up ○ This could be because she didn't want them to guess she was a spy, but I choose to believe it's because she felt guilty

"If you're gonna be sailing with someone, you should have a good relationship with them. [nervous chuckle]." She says, while asking him for information about the Black Rose Pirates (ep. 10)

Said "thank god they didn't find me" after a nightmare about the navy attacking. Even when she was supposedly a spy, who one day would have to return to the navy ○ Very unclear if she was scared of her dad, or if it's because she was a secret spy so the navy would've just killed her

Rewatching, she was suspiciously into the plundering and gold and stuff. Like that was real sus. It doesn't fit her current character much

The only one among them who's gambled before

Chip

The entire thing literally starts off with Bizly holding a lit match

Called Gillion "Gill" and Jay "Sureshot" from an early stage

Was SO much more of a bastard. Lied to Gill constantly, didn't care about anything but the money, etc.

Had aggressive hand tremors alongside Jay's night terrors ○ Gill cures it with lay on hands

When he gets drunk married, they talk extensively about how he'd be released when he's dead. Welp.

They did actually break up and it was fine and they were still friends. They parted on good terms

Is really fucking good at chess ○ Beat Earl twice and Jay once. Jay had a point of exhaustion after a nightmare but Earl had no excuse ○ Lost to Gillion though, but only cause of prophetic screwup ○ This kid is smarter than he lets on, y'all

Was the first one to have a backstory dump while Jay is asking him about the Black Rose Pirates, yet still we know jack shit about his life before them other than "orphan"

Gill

Charlie has referred to Gillion with 'they' many times. I can pull receipts.

When describing Gill, Charlie said: "He's more.. elven, if you had to make a comparison. 'Cause I don't wanna be a fish guy". Oh, honey.

Smote a bald person by using his hair as a whip (ep. 4)

Was given anxiety and self-doubt alongside jay's night terrors and chip's tremors ○ "What do you want?" "I want the feeling of satisfaction I've been chasing my whole life." ○ This was episode FIVE.

First mention of the prophecy and how Gillion wasn't their ideal student is ep. 7, after he divine smites + prophetic screwups and deals like 60 damage to some beetles ○ Chip spends the next 30 seconds in gay awe

He refers to the crescent moon Niklaus tattoo as "my zodiac" (probably a bit) ○ It's not a lil basic white girl moon this thing is the entire size of his forearm

Gill had never heard about the Black Sea - it's unclear if the Undersea just don't know, or if that's just how sheltered he was (ep. 10)

Biz: "What would Gillion do. If he just had no goal - was just sitting there." "Gillion always has a goal." "Would his goal ever be to just.. Sit there?" "Absolutely not." ○ Later, Chip expresses that he doesn't know what Gillion likes. What he would want out of winning a bet. Gillion doesn't have an answer

Other

Apple, in a couple of early battles, acted like Gill's familiar (see: ep. 7)

They also pecked at his Niklaus tramp stamp and looked all confused at the idea of eating seeds

The specific crescent of the moon in the Niklaus tattoo is known as a symbol of "corruption" (ep. 9) and its antonym is the sun, for "life", similar to the yin and yang ○ Interesting to consider after what the tree said in 110 <_<

Pretzel has a masters degree in couple's therapy (ep. 10)

The Albatross/Millennium Chipper was described as the colour of rosewood or mahogany

Captain Lizzie's first introduction was a wanted poster, and Chip wanted to turn her in for the prize, then decided to try learn from her instead

Chip/Bizly called Old Man Earl "Erol" for a loooong time ○ Maybe it's an accent thing but I have an uncle called Erol and so this stands out to me

[l4brvtality]

Sativa

Parings - Rhea ripley x Fem Wrestler!reader Backstory - You and Rhea had some sort of situationship that caused you too to grow closer. But as weeks went by you found Rhea growing closer to Dom and farther from you. Word Count - 0.5k

MY FIRST FIC!!!

You were sitting in your locker room after a hard match against Zelina Vega. Which , made you feel sweaty and exhausted. After sitting in your locker room and freshening up , at-least for the most part. While putting  the straps of your back pack on you heard a knock on your locker room door. 

When you unlocked it , you expect Liv , your best friend to be waiting there for you. But instead stood,Rhea Bloody Ripley. You felt you face go cold as you looked up at her.

“ You good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Rhea said as she stepped into the locker room, giving you no time to argue. 

“ oh yeah i um— I just wasn’t expecting you to be here I guess…” you said your voice getting quieter with each word you spoke. 

Rhea turned to look at you. God she was tall. Her gear fit her perfectly. She looked stunning to say the least. How were you going to get through this. You thought to yourself. You felt you heart beat faster with every breath you took.

Rhea quickly looking at your lips before looking back into your eyes. She sighed before speaking. 

“Hunter told me about an idea that he wanted to pitch to us,” She spoke softly. Before she could say the rest of her statement she was cut off by the door opening. Turning around, you saw the standing figure of Dom. 

“Hey Mami,on in 5,” he spoke with a smile. Rhea nodded at him before she whispered in your ear. 

“Room 255 8:00pm,don’t make me wait,” She spoke in a more stern tone that sent shivers down your spine. After she left you had taken a couple minutes to yourself before finally heading out of your dressing room. Headed to the hotel you both stayed at.

Time Skip

When arriving to the hotel,you quickly swiped your keycard and headed into the room. What you didn’t know was Rhea was watching you from afar. Heading into her hotel room after you headed into yours.

Shortly after getting into your hotel room, you took a shower,and put a graphic tee paired with a pair of black sweatpants. Turning on your phone, you checked the time . 

“7:58”

You quickly put your phone and keycard into your pocket. Leaving the hotel  room and heading to Rhea’s. 

At her hotel room

Arriving to the door, you knocked softly. Feeling your palms sweat as you heard the doorknob turn. You soon saw the standing figure of rhea. Dark hair still wet from the shower she had taken. Before you knew it. You were pulled into her hotel room and pushed up against the door. Before you could question what was happening, Rhea’s lips were pressed against yours. Rhea’s kisses were usually heated. Sloppy. But this time they were soft. Almost needy.

When pulling away from her, you felt like you were on cloud 9. Looking back up at Rhea, you saw her eyes change into sincerity she began to speak.

“Im sorry I left you in the deep end .. I know it wants right and im just hoping that I could make things up to you” she paused for a moment 

“tonight?” 

Without  a second thought you pressed your lips against hers for needy kiss. 

“I think we could do that,” you spoke with a sly smirk planted on your face as she lead you over the bed.

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A/N — I know this might seem a bit different😭 I proofread it and rewrote a couple of things seeing how many mistakes I made lmaooo

[noveauskull]

Hello, how are you? if you still have your requests open can you write an angsty One-shot for Geshu Lin? I know there's barely any backstory about him in the game, but I wanted to know if you could write a one-shot where he had a partner (reader) who was a soldier. Amidst a battle, while searching for his partner among the fallen soldiers, he finds them critically wounded, on the verge of death, and he desperately tries to make them react and tries to take them to a field medic, but his partner ends up dying in his arms after saying "I'm sorry". I'm not sure if the idea is understandable, and if you write angst, I really adore the character, and there's very little content about Geshu Lin, and I'm a lover of angst and I really love your writing and how you write.

"In Another World, We Live Together" (ANGST)

characters: geshu lin x reader

warnings: mentions of death, a bit gore, angst, soldier f! reader

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In an atmosphere covered in smoke from burnt wood, you squinted your eyes, feeling it tear up from the toxicity the smoke was releasing.

You were wounded. Well, wounded would be a very kind word to be used at the moment, when really the floor was covered in red at any direction your eyes could glance at.

You could feel your throat being blocked by it's own muscles, as if it was choking itself, but it was cause you were crying. You knew that out of every other day where you got injured, today was different.

Something wasn't right. You wished you could move your neck to see the state of your stomach but you couldn't. Your body just won't listen, and that frustrated you, so much it scared you to.

All you could do was lie down and wait, you were starting to get used to the throbbing pain on your stomach, but the pain was so unbearable you couldn't even pass out, you were stuck.

When you thought you had lost all hope, you hear a familiar voice call out to you as a figure emerged through the smoke, you could only see half of the figure's body before it came closer, letting you realize you knew this man.

General Geshu Lin, your partner.

Your face twisted into an expression full of pain as you cried, hearing Geshu Lin's panicked shouts made you feel relieved, yet at the same time, you were terrified to hear how loud he was, never in your life have you heard him shout this loud.

"Y/N!!!"

You watched him kneel to the ground and hold your body gently, placing your head on his lap as he stared down at you with wide eyes, his complexion seemed pale. Extremely pale.

"Y-Y/n... Y-Your st-stomach" Geshu Lin stuttered, his eyes were locked onto you torso, but you only stared at his face, slowly blinking away your tears to give yourself a good look at your partner.

But out of curiousity, your eyes trailed slowly from the side view of Geshu Lin's face to your stomach, and the sight shocked you to the point you could feel every bone on your body shake in terror.

Your stomach was hollow. So hollow you could see a bit of your rib cage, and all your organs and intestines were missing. Just what did one blow from a tacet discord do to you?

A strong choke escapes your mouth, your eyes widening to the point your eyelids seemed like they took up too much space on your sockets, you instinctively tried moving your legs to kick your body back up, but it was no use, your body had lost all connection within each other.

"N-No...I-I won't let this happen to you..." Geshu Lin was in a state of panic, and you could see it as clear as day, his behavior didn't help you one bit at all, yet you couldn't blame him.

It seemed...like your life has been cut short.

You watched as Geshu Lin's wounded body forced you up, carrying you in a bridal position, and carefully making sure you didn't lose anything more, as you hear him mumble to you.

"I-It's okay, I-It's okay y/n...Y-you're gonna b-be fine..."

He kept chanting to you, you hadn't notice that he was running so fast, all you could do was look at his face, your eyes tracing every single line that he had, almost like how an artist would sketch out a drawing.

You knew it was too late for you, so you used your final moments to burn General Geshu Lin's face into your mind, one last time.

"W-We'll get you to a g-good doctor, a-and you'll be all fixed, o-okay?"

Geshu Lin didn't even look down at you, he kept his eyes locked in front of him, even if his arms and legs were going numb he never let you even slip for a moment, all his mind was focused on is getting you help.

"I-I'm sorry..." You croaked. Finally mustering up your energy to say something to catch Geshu Lin's attention.

"W-What are you apologizing for?" He finally looked down at you, but your eyes were lifeless.

Geshu Lin stopped his tracks to look down at you, tears drenching his cheeks, without realising his legs gave out on him, and he was now kneeling on the concrete floor, his pupils rapidly shaking to the point his vision went blurry.

He couldn't even let out a scream. All he wanted to do right now was remain silent, in order to not miss hearing your voice again, that you would wake up from being unconcious and he could continue to bring you to the medics.

But in the back of his mind, he knew.

He knew you weren't there anymore with him.

And he didn't want to accept it.

He couldn't.

He won't

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A/N: ANGST??? ME??? WRITING??? I can't believe this. I wrote angst. In like... A LONG TIME.

I struggled to finish this cause i got so serious in wanting to make this sad as possible, but i dont got that dog in me to fulfil that energy so this is the final result 😮‍💨😮‍💨

ty for the request thoo!! ✨️✨️

[ladyloveandjustice]

Summer 2024 Anime Overview: DEAD DEAD DEMONS DEDEDEDE DESTRUCTION

A giant mothership is hovering over Tokyo. The aliens haven’t done anything or even made themselves known yet, but Japan and America are already trying to blow that UFO up, and show off who has the best weapons, causing many civilian casualties along the way. While all this happens, two girls are just casually living their lives. But are they as normal as they appear?

One thing I want to say is if you watch this anime and care about being intensely spoiled, do not watch "episode 0" until you've finished episode 16. It actually slots chronologically between episode 16 and 17, and that's where the episode took place in the manga, so I have no idea why they did that. Fortunately I had someone to warn me about that, so I will be that someone for you.

Dead Dead Demons DeDeDeDe Destruction or De x 8 as I will be calling it, can be really tough show to watch—not because it’s bad, it’s very good, but because of how depressing and visceral it is at times, and how devastatingly accurate it is to the shitshow of our world. This tends to be balanced a bit by the touching friendships (and possibly? More?) of the very likeable cast of teenagers…but you also feel a huge sense of dread about their safety as things ramp up and their stories deepen.

The anime goes hard on criticizing the military industrial complex, Japan’s government, America’s government, xenophobia, treatment of immigrants, rich people, and conspiracy theorists. All things I also hate, so that’s great. What hurts is how you could easily see the events happening—waging war on the aliens despite no provocation, people using an app to to hunt down and slaughter them...

It shows how even some of the protestors of the genocide use their movement to cover their own selfish motivations, meanwhile countries taking the situation as an opportunity to vie for power and dominance, rich government officials lie to their people and abandon them…obviously there's a lot of commentary here on how we dehumanize immigrants and minorities and enable genocides for capitalism and political power.

It's very bleak, and there were a lot of episode that had me just feeling sad, especially comparing it to current events. But there's also this interesting focus on normal people trying to live their lives during this alien "invasion", and the kids who still go through the dramas and upsets of everyday life. And especially the “I’d burn down the world for you” intense emotional relationship between Kadode and Ouran, the two teen girl leads.

Ouran is the main lead, and she’s a chuuni beyond chuuni, acting wacky and cheerful and spouting nonsense-- except if you pay attention, she's saying some pretty valid things—critiques of capitalism, war, government surveillance—but then following it up with something wild like “and that’s why I should rule the world”. You get the sense she’s cloaking an awareness of how shit the world is in humor, and as the show goes on and as her surprisingly intense and weird backstory unfolds, it becomes clear why that is.

The relationship between Ouran and Kadode is the center of everything--their bond IS the show. It's that kind of ride-or-die, I'd-kill-for-you, I'll-be-by-your-side-even-if-the-whole-world-is-against-you, in-every-life-i'd-find-you-and-love-you, soul-bonded, fiery devotion and love. They are the most important person in each other's lives, full stop. It's those kind of relationships that are so transcendent it goes beyond simple definitions of romantic and platonic. In other words, my kind of shit exactly.

But, as far as romance goes, Ouran, at least, is definitely queer and the depths of her determination to keep Kadode safe in a world that wants to destroy her girl that would make Homura Madoka Magica blush. (Kadode is more ambiguous, but she’s definitely soul bonded with Ouran. And honestly should just date Ouran because god she needs to be rescued).

There’s also a gentle empathy for marginalized people underneath all the horror—the girls befriend an alien trying to survive in the guise of a human, and it doesn’t seem like a coincidence that the first person our alien tells absolutely everything to is the gnc/potentially trans person of the group, Makoto (To be specific, they seem to still be figuring out their identity, but they definitely present feminine and specifically came to Tokyo because their small town wouldn’t be okay with how they like to dress). The way Makoto immediately shields their alien friend from others when they make the reveal that they saying “Don’t let them see, it’s not safe” and how it’s followed up by the alien reassuring Makoto that their friends will be okay with it if they take their wig off to swim...it makes the metaphor extremely clear, and it’s always nice when a series can explore marginalized characters both textually and metaphorically.

Through the kids, we get kernels of hope in this story, a reassurance there are kinder people in this world, and a hope that kindness will endure.

As depressing as the story can be, what it has to say is important and it doesn’t hold back in making you see what it’s going for—from the “Cool Japan” logo flashing right before the  Japanese government gives a weapons demonstration that will later kill citizens and destroy innocents...

...to the Trump-alike American President (and let me tell you it’s startling to be watching a show in Japanese and suddenly Donald Trump impression in perfect English) *(had to use the manga here because Crunchyroll didn't close-caption this part :/)

Then there's the American tourists, who were clearly va’d by someone really good at English, potentially a native speaker, and it’s incredibly funny how much of their dialogue has “fuck” in it and seeing the subtitles skip over that. Also much of their dialogue is treating the devastated Japan as a tourist attraction and saying how funny it all is to them. Logan Paul has entered the chat.

De x 8 very clearly hates America and recognizes it as a blood thirsty colonial power, which is correct, but the show is just as hard on it’s own country, saying the Japanese government would happily get back on the colonizing horse if they had an excuse, and many citizwns would mindlessly support them.

A small thing I appreciate is far from the usual anime aesthetic where everyone is blandly cute, the anime gives a ton of people ridiculously cartoony features that make everyone distinct—and being goofy looking is not meant to indicate a character is stupid or ugly—Makoto’s a super sympathetic character with giant cartoon buck teeth and one character that’s even pointed out as pretty has like, a pig snout nose. (It also makes it so the character noted as being drop dead gorgeous...actually is, instead of coming off as just as conventionally attractive as the rest)

Soooo a lot of good stuff going into this story. Let’s talk about some caveats.

There’s a continuing storyline between Kadode and her adult teacher, who takes her to his place to have sex with her. When he does, she ends up ditching him because of her feels for Ouran (gay) and I thought that would be the end of it, but nooope he’s a groomer, they pick up dating again when she’s in college, literally months after the previous encounter. The dude is presented as a scumbag, he cheats on his girlfriend, he seems generally apathetic, his clear discomfort with Kadode calling him “sensei” shows that he knows what he’s doing is wrong …and ultimately the relationship is shown to be unfulfilling, with Kadode directly stating so and acknowledging he’s just advantage. That doesn’t stop it from being uncomfortable though, especially since it’s confirmed he and Kadode have sex eventually (offscreen, thank god) and honestly, I felt it dragged on way too long. The first encounter pretty much demonstrated everything we needed to know about the whole thing in my view.

And of course there’s a ton of potentially triggering content in a story like this—from genocide to suicide to child murder to almost anything you can think of. Also like, one character has a sister complex, but on the milder side for anime. One where it’s conceivably platonic, and it’s not like he goes after her boyfriend Yuri Forger style, so it doesn’t bother me too much. There's also a good dose of fatphobia. And finally moment where a woman reveals she has ADHD (which I've never actually heard anyone say in anime so I actually got a little excited the more fool me) and then is almost immediately shown to be faking it.

The ending…is another big sticking point for me. It feels disconnected from the rest of the series, mainly focusing on a character we barely know and likely don’t care about and spending very little time with the characters we do, presenting an interesting status quo and immediately abandoning it, and while earlier episodes of the series presented "actions have consequences and we gotta live with them" as a major theme, it was suddenly like, actually they don’t!

The ultimate ending, again, hinges on a decision from a character we don’t care about and honestly feels like a deus ex machina. It felt almost like the author really wanted a happier ending but knew that wasn’t in line with the story he’s told so far, so he just tacked it on. Or maybe it was an editorial mandate, who knows. I think the most satisfying way to see watch episode 1-16 as its own pretty satisfying complete story (which works really well), and then treat episodes 0 and 17 as their own separate thing, a potential additional ending but not the definitive one. At least that’s what I did.

Overall, De x 8 is a show with a lot to say and it gives you plenty to chew on. While it is often depressing, it is very rewarding. The unbreakable bond between two messy girls, as well as the moments of ordinary joy and small human/alien journeys are the core of the show, and what makes it shine. I definitely encourage you to give it a watch. It's being really slept on, and it shouldn't be.