#even yoooooou

[bogunicorn]

Honestly what are y'all going to do when you inevitably dislike something in the new game and not have Gaider to blame for it lol

[zazikels]

i hate resellers so much 😭😭😭😭

[haemosexuality]

-is fine

-starts thinking about simon and betty

-is no longer fine

[allastoredeer]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT that Angel!Alastor design is SO FUCKING AMAZING!! 😲 Would his microphone cane have a different angelic variant, too? Gah, it's just such a damn cool character version I can't EVEN...

THANK YOOOOOOU (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

I actually have an additional sketch of Alastor that kind of answers that question.

I gave him his regular cane, but I like Angel!Alastor having an old fashioned microphone with a cord that he could summon whenever he wanted. When he went down to Hell he swapped it for his microphone cane.

Haha the entire design isn't completely in this sketch, he's missing the eye designs XD

[watarfallar]

Sxthee, I bring you more desert duo snacks!

Scar: I can't believe there's a cat somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love cats. And he's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter him! What a treat.

Scar: We either die free, or die trying! Grian: Are those the only choices?

Grian: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

Scar: *Stands in trash can.* Grian: Scar, not again! You're not trash, you're at least recycling!

Scar: Did you like the food I made? Grian: No, not really. Scar: But I put my heart and soul into it! Grian: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

Grian: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness— Scar: Hi. Grian: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

Scar: We vegetarians love the environment. Carnivores are sick freaks. Grian: How can vegetarians possibly love the environment.. you keep eating all the fucking plants.

Scar: Be kind. Everyone is fighting their own battles. Grian: Why would I be kind? I will be brutal and relentless and ride into battle by their side!

Scar: If I run and leap at Grian, they will most certainly catch me in their arms. Scar, running towards Grian: Coming in! Grian: No! I’m holding coffee! Grian: *Drops coffee and catches Scar*

Grian, holding a scooter: Scar! Can I go outside and play with this? Scar: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay? Grian, running outside: Thanks Scar! Scar, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

Grian, clearly drunk: Scar, hit me another drink… wooOO HOOoo… Scar: I think you need a therapist and not a bottle. Grian: I think yooOOoou need to shuUT YOUR MOUTH!

Scar: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs. Grian: Those are bones, Scar. Scar: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.

Grian: Jellyfish have survived for 600,000 years without brains… Scar: A ray of hope for me!

*The squad has just arrived in a new city. Scar looks around at the wanted posters to see if they’re on any of them.* Grian: Scar, are you a criminal? Scar: Not here, I’m not!

Scar: I am literally evil incarnate. Scar: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. Scar: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

Scar: Cause your pretty and your smart, and your ignoring me so your obviously my type. Grian, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying? Scar: Perfect.

Grian: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Scar: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Grian: That one. I want that one.

Grian: Scar, I… Grian: I love you! Scar: Not my problem.

Scar: You look good in that hoodie. Grian: You know where else I'd look good? Scar, zero hesitation: My bed. Grian, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Grian: How do I tell Scar that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

[fyeahaudiodrama]

Happy @podcastgirlsweek to all who celebrate! While I haven't had the time to properly work on fics (and probably won't this week because oops, hurt my hands yesterday) I still wanted to take the time to highlight some favorite podcast girlies along with everyone else!

The prompt for Monday is highlighting podcasts with women in the leading roles, so here's a few of mine (and hopefully, some new ones of yours if you don't know them yet):

Back Again, Back Again: Ilyaas, you absolutely fantastic disaster of a fantasy ace, never stop trying.

Breathing Space: While the show is anthology with a rotating cast, some of my favorites from across its run include:

Evie Yuriskin

Amity Archer

Any characters who were introduced one episode and then started referring to each other as "my wife" by the end or by their next appearance

Camlann: Some apocalypse survivors interpret dangerous dreams about dark magic to cope. Some knit sweaters. Both are valid and should kiss.

City of Ghosts: Featuring the grungy, disgruntled, tormented-by-visions LADY detective of your dreams.

Desperado: Take note - give your ladies knives. And god powers. And witchcraft. And a sniper rifle, for good measure.

Do You Copy?: I think [REDACTED] deserves three weeks of paid vacation

Fawx & Stallion: Madge Stallion is THE moment. She's six feet tall. She can't stop making innuendos. She's not your fucking Mrs. Hudson (although, she is - no, I shan't say).

Hi Nay: Mari & Laura are my everything - the loving and self-sacrificing hero and the newfound friend who chooses to stand by her side (fire axe and all).

Inn Between: Oh, my Inn Between girlies, where do I start? Fina and Betty, the OGs and life partners that even death couldn't stall? Rosie and Zara, the new best pals who chose to stay together? Phoebe, just one step at a time learning what she deserves and what she doesn't? All impeccable, A+.

It Makes A Sound: Any show focused on music is going to be a slam dunk for me, but Deirdre's quest to reclaim her memories as well as those that tied her to her mother is so damn real and compelling.

The Kingmaker Histories: No female character in this show has ever done anything wrong. Colette gets a migraine pass. Ariadne can turn people inside out. Daphne is owed this for working in a theme park.

Life With LEO(h): Janiiiiiine, so messy and smart and dedicated and she cares so much, I love yoooooou.

Me and AU: Kate's worries and desires and doubts are some of the realest out of any audio drama so when do I find an Ella too

Palimpsest: My faaaaavorite gothic horror anthology, each one fresh with a different brand of haunted, tormented, secret-keeping (and quite frequently gay) gothic protagonist

The Pasithea Powder: Jane and Sophie. Sophie and Jane. What more could you need? <3

The Silt Verses: Women who start cults/leave cults/seek an end to the endless cycle of meaningless sacrifice as so valid. For all your wet cat(fish) woman needs.

Second Star to the Left: Because I always love a good Ishani performance. Hi Gwen, please tell Boots I love them.

Small Victories: You want sad wet cat women? How about one that literally can't stop self-sabotaging (but at least manages to draw the line at sabotaging others...occasionally). She even gets stabbed!

Starfall: I mean, kind of a given, but anyway, Leona definitely exists because she's the kind of action protagonist woman I always wanted - one that could be unapologetically powerful, but still full of flaws and desires (especially ones that weren't about falling in love and minimizing her own strengths). She's even autistic!

Stories From Ylelmore: Keryth! Keryth, Keryth, Keryth! She reminds me so much of the kinds of characters I would make up when I was younger - I love her and her small magic so dearly.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris: Hi queer space pirates <3

Unseen: Another anthology show, but Harry Winters and Never-Ending Circles remains one of the most perfect premiere episodes I've ever heard in audio drama.

The Way We Haunt Now: Get your podcast ladies here, dead or alive!

We Fix Space Junk: My favorite type of repairman is a woman who could kick my ass.

Wolf 359: I don't think I need say much more here - y'all know and love 'em just as much as I do.

[amymaleneart]

"The Mail Service Trilogy."

Here's part three of the trilogy of @missterious-figure Wine and Feathers AU! Was going to do some sort of feather-care, but than I thought of something better. (*tiny evil laughter*)

Enjoy!

You walk down the long private hallway of the casino, trying your best to carry the oversized package addressed to Eclipse without dropping it.  Thankfully it’s not heavy, but it sure is a little cumbersome.  

You would have already opened the package to remove its contents, as it was a part of your job to screen everything that comes in for the stars.  Except the way your manager had pretty much busted into your office and tossed the package on your desk.  Then demanded you to take it to the “prissy oversized drama-king” right away, didn’t give you much of an opportunity to make sure it was safe.  Even though he did assure you that it is all safe and okay, he continues to yell and barates the most seeked after peacock about how he has been hounding him about this particular package.  Then he starts yelling at you about how the mailroom wasn’t doing their job and should have taken it to you in the first place, even though you have nothing to do with it.

It seems ever since you got promoted to becoming their main handler, the manager seems to take any opportunity to express his frustrations and anger out on you whenever they do something he doesn’t approve of.  Often when no one else is around.

You wipe away your incoming tears onto your shoulders as you try your best to shake off the underserved berating.  But there isn’t anything you can do to change that you guess.  As far as you know, there’s no one else higher than your boss besides the owner, and you know he doesn’t come here that often to be on any kind of name basis with you.  You also know that HR is friends with your boss, so best to just leave–“Omph!”

While lost in your thoughts, you failed to realize someone was in front of you as you collided into them.  Fortunately you didn’t drop the package, but instead started to fall backwards towards the ground.  You already accepted your fate of getting a nasty headache from hitting your head onto the ground.  Yet somehow you find you’re half suspended in the air as you feel then see a large bronze leather glove cradles the small of your back.  You follow up the well muscular arm until you are face to black and hot pink face of the giant peacock harpy known as Eclipse.

He purrs as his amber eyes drinks you up like you are his favorite cocktail.  “Careful now, my darling little gloaming star.  You could have hurt your precious self and then someone would need to take care of you.”  He leans in closer, “Although, I would be more than happy to take care of you anytime, my dear little handler.”

That’s when Eclipse notices how puffy and watery your eyes are, his demeanor changes from his overly flirtatious self to one of concern.  Of course you don’t notice this because you are still reeling in from being flustered.

“I-I-I…” you swallow, “I-I have a p-package for yoooooou!?” You nearly screech out the last word as he tosses you over his shoulder, like you were fresh kill, causing you to drop the large box.  “Eclipse!” You gasp as you try to hold onto his back without pulling at any of his orange feathers.  “Wha-what are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer as he bends down to pick up the box with his free hand, then continues down the hallway towards your original destination, his private dressing room.  

As you enter, you cry, “E-eclipse, please.  P-put me d-down.”

“In a moment, my sweet little honeysuckle.”  He tosses the package into his room as he turns around to shut and locks his door.  You’re not sure you like where this is going.  You know him to be the biggest flirt between the three of them, but you never thought he would outright kidnap you!  Next he flungs you off his shoulder into his open arms, holding you up high so you are face-level with his oranges, reds and pinks feather-framed face.  You found yourself squirming in his gentle embrace, having a hard time looking at his adorable face.

“Are you already?” he asks, his tenor-like voice entering into your soul like a pleasant evening breeze.

“I-I am f-fine,” you say, still refusing to look at him.  The last thing you want is for him to worry about you.

He hums as he continues to observe you.  You do recall that the name he had as a chick was “the watcher” and has developed these skills to the point you have no doubt he saw through your obvious lie.

“I-I was instructed by the manager to bring you this,” you say as you point at the package. “He…umm…said you really…(“Give that giant, overpriced feather duster his dumb package!  I am getting really sick and tired of his cocky attitude, thinking he owns the damn place.)…need it as soon as it arrives.”

Another hum leaves his mouth as his lips turn into a half-frown, like he smells a dirty rat.  He gently sets you down as if you were made of porcelain.  “I’m sorry, sweet thing.  If I had known he was going to give you such trouble, I would have practiced more patience if it would mean to save you from his wrath.”

You quickly look up at him, panic showing through your voice as you say, “No! No, it’s okay.  He didn’t do anything—” A gloved finger was placed on your lips, instantly silently you.  You stand there as you feel your face heat up in a bright blush that you’re surprised it doesn’t burn your skin.

Satisfy, Eclipse turns his attention to the partially battered package.  He picks it up to remove the tape to take out its contents.  He pulls out a large, rectangular piece of soft fabric that you quickly realized must be a king-sized blanket.  Your eyes widen as you see the bronze color shimmer against the lights in the room.  The large harpy takes two of the corners of the blanket into his hands to open up to reveal an amazing custom design of reds, hot pinks, blues, purples and bronze peacock feathers printed into the fabric.  It was almost like someone tried to take his tail feathers to enchant it into this blanket.

“I had asked the manager to help me order this.  Even used my own earnings though tips from the rich patrons to pay for this.  But it seems I should have gone to someone more…tolerable, for help.” 

Next thing you know, you are in complete darkness as Eclipse tosses the blanket on top of you.  Before you could say any sort of sound, you feel large hands grab and spin you around until you are tightly wrapped up into a comfortable human burrito.

Oh My Stars!  This is sooooo Soft!

Eclipse pulls down the blanket to reveal your star-struck face, causing him to laugh at how adorable you must look to him now.

“*hehehe* I knew you would look beautiful in my colors.”  Eclipse proceeds to pick you up, bridal-style, and walks over to his Mayan hammock he has hanging on one side of the room.  Carefully and elegantly, he turns and falls into the hanging breathable weave like he has done a million times before.  

“E-eclipse?  I-I really c-an’t–”

“Shhhhhhhhh.  Don’t worry.  You have enough time for a little break, my hardworking pheasant.”

He holds you close in his arms, ready to protect you from any danger that might come your way.

Part One: Done in an ask - Part Two: Over Here- Part Three: Here

[dysfunctional-doodle]

2003 quotes anon returns with: The Donatellos in a nutshell

2003 Donnie, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. 2012 Donnie: Hey. 2024 Donnie: Hi. 1987 Donnie: Hello. Bayverse Donnie: Hey! 2003 Donnie: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! 2018 Donnie: We were out of Doritos.

2012 Donnie: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means! 2024 Donnie: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want? 2012 Donnie: What? No! What has 2018 Donnie been telling you? 2018 Donnie, walking in, pouring Skittles into their mouth: Taste the rainbow, bitch.

1987 Donnie: Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend? 2018 Donnie: Generic excuse. 1987 Donnie: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face. 2018 Donnie: I can.

2003 Donnie, clearly drunk: Bayverse Donnie, hit me another drink… wooOO HOOoo… Bayverse Donnie: I think you need a therapist and not a bottle. 2003 Donnie: I think yooOOoou need to shuUT YOUR MOUTH!

*Something crashes* Bayverse Donnie: Shoot- 2003 Donnie: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?! 2018 Donnie: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

Donatellos, my beloved-

And bonus one for the Mikeys

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* 2003 Mikey: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: 2018 Mikey: ...I did. I broke it. 2003 Mikey: No. No you didn't. Bayverse Mikey? Bayverse Mikey: Don't look at me. Look at 2012 Mikey. 2012 Mikey: What?! I didn't break it. Bayverse Mikey: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? 2012 Mikey: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Bayverse Mikey: Suspicious. 2012 Mikey: No, it's not! 1987 Mikey: If it matters, probably not, but 2024 Mikey was the last one to use it. 2024 Mikey: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! 1987 Mikey: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? 2024 Mikey: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, 1987 Mikey! 2018 Mikey: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, 2003 Mikey. 2003 Mikey: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: 1987 Mikey: 2003 Mikey... Bayverse Mikey's been awfully quiet. Bayverse Mikey: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* 2003 Mikey, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. 2003 Mikey: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. 2003 Mikey: 2003 Mikey: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

You return with so many fun quotes! I am collecting them all

[such-a-random-rambler]

For the Hurt / Comfort Bingo:

Playing with their hair with Scot please!

I've had too much going on to even think about any of the other prompts on this bingo, so unfortunatley that's a failure this year, but I did manage this one for yoooooou

[zombielovescore]

Finished season 6 of The Dragon Prince.

First of all:

God fucking damn it fuck shit I had one request of this stupid show and that was for my grumpy old man to NOT have a redemption equals death scenario. So, fuck you, rude. Friends off forever. The second was - god fucking damn it, I didn't even get one goddamn scene with Aaravos and Viren together and I will be bitter about it forever.

Now I desperately need the next season, like, now, and it was a huge mistake watching this before I had to go to bed because now I'm worked up with stupid feelings. Fuck yoooooou.

But now that scheming fucker is out of his cage after SIX GODDAMN SEASONS AND I NEED TO SEE THE HAVOC!!!!!

The one thing I didn't understand is why Rayla could take Runaan with her, but she couldn't take her parents. They just passed into the afterlife? Even though they weren't technically dead???

And I wonder why the spell wouldn't reverse after Viren died, considering he put them in there in the first place? But I guess if that was the case, they would have had to explain why they weren't released after Viren died the first time.

And - I guess we found out that Viren technically used a quasar diamond to trap them, but why would you need 3 to release them? Why couldn't you just use one diamond three times, instead, for instance, since Viren only used one to trap them? (Other than plot, I guess)

Mysteries...

[fannyyann]

baby alpha lundy is probably the smartest thing anybody has ever thought of i love the way your brain works

thank yoooooou he is SO important to meeeee

barkov's just being a little shit but anton's still jumpy about it for a few days, and when paul gets around to asking barkov what he said to anton, barkov's like "i may have implied he needed your permission to court matthew", so paul takes anton aside after the next practice and says, "in a way, hasn't matthew been courting you this entire time?"

to which anton's like "uh, i didn't even know courting was really still a Thing anymore" and paul tries not to laugh and says, "i did say in a way" before telling him that courting is all about making yout intention known and who is paul (or anyone else really) to give anton permission to do something matthew has already made quite clear he wants.

[yukikorogashi]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ?

WRITTEN IN THE STARS

It had to end this way. We all know it. only you were unaware. you had HOPE. Hope, of course, only makes it hurt all the more. We all knew you would look back, oh love, there’s no other version of the story. And yet, alongside you, we still had hope. We believed in you, even though we knew you couldn’t win. And you believed in yourself till the last moment. It isn’t fair, is it? You didn’t know you were doomed.

tagged by: @ultfan!!! Thank you so much, friend!!! 💕❤️ tagging: @bcckish @wxtchpilot @greedbent @howthesleeplesswander (Kazuma!) @lostusagis (Kagura!) @thealchemyfreak @iobartach @limitlessscion @braveryhearted (Yor!) @epitaffia @crocifissione @quirofiliac @godforsaken @bubblybabins (Charlie!) @fishbcnes @missanya @firstwcman @4heroes @deathonate @uravityxo @kaizokugaris @fearbend @gyofukuki (Shoko!) @zangyo @animvs (Lucifer!) @amesouls (Alastor!) @sleepywrter (Stolas!) AND YOOOOOOU!!! 😭🫵

[its-been-rose]

Honestly, i always love myself a good messed up slasher. Especially when they work in pairs (Scream, anyone?)

But when it gets to the story of Killer Frequency, I always just keep wanting to pull Marie aside and go "Yoooooou! Put that boy through so much trauma! And then JUMPED?!"

And like in your art, I doubt this is just a spur of the moment thing, like she's been training for this! Imagine as a young child waking up and your mother teaches you to whistle, not because it's a fun little skill but bc you're gonna use it to terrorize then murder people with.

You are compared to a father you've never even met and somewhat care but also don't care for because it's an image presented to you via your mother who you love so much you'd do anything for.

You are taught to use a knife, probably. Something just tells me this isn't their first instance of killing someone, especially Marie. I mean do you remember Mrs. Loomis in Scream 2 when Randy is talking shit and she MAIMS him? That's Marie all the way.

There's just... so much to say about Marie. Like what was she even planning to do after this fact?

THISSS!!! ALL OF THIS!!!!

I don’t think this was the intention, but her jumping off Whistling Point at the end seemed to me like it was something she’d planned the entire time, like she’d planned it to be a murder-suicide from the get go. I think in reality it was probably just a very serendipitous coincidence that’s where her running from the cops took her and she took the easy way out due to the convenience. I’m just a sucker for drama and having her basically planning a 20-year long suicide plan is pretty dark.

But either way, she completely threw Henry to the wolves. Obviously she told him to run but what parent wouldn’t be like “don’t go after him he had nothing to do with it it’s me you want”??? Like girl you’re just gonna orphan your son?? Who looked up to you so?

I do not doubt for a single second that she raised Henry for that night and that night alone. Literally nothing else mattered. She absolutely screwed him over and let herself believe she was doing the right thing. If you think about the game for more than five seconds the real tragedy becomes obvious.

I totally agree with you that Henry did it less because he loved his father and wanted revenge for his death but more because he loved his mother who loved his father and wanted to do right by her. Like some of my own relatives passed away before I was born, and I was told stories about them, but I don’t feel a connection to them at all. I feel connected to how my parents felt about them. Like one of my parents lost their brother (my uncle) but i feel worse for them losing their sibling than i do for myself losing an uncle, if that makes sense. I can definitely see Henry thinking something along the lines of “yeah my dad was killed and it sucks and it’s not fair I never got to meet him, but look what his death did to my mom, it destroyed her, and it’s all their fault she’s been miserable for 19 years”

Yeah, Marie taught him, raised him, to be this. It should be a parent’s worst nightmare for their kid to turn into a monster, but she encouraged it. Completely unfair. And yeah I mean we know from Clive’s tapes that Whistling Night wasn’t their first foray into murder. They’d been chasing down stragglers for a while before then, could have been anywhere from months to weeks to days before.

As for what her plan was after the fact… I don’t think she had one, to be perfectly honest. This was all that mattered. I mean like- she even revealed her identity and the identity of her son ON AIR, so it would be way harder to go into hiding anyway. To me that says she didn’t really plan ahead. Just be perpetually on the run?

[autemka]

Goodness gracious I love your clothing designs! Ruru's shooting star hat is gorgeous- and don't even get me started on Moon and Eclipse's collar pieces! And Moon/Sun's cargo pants!! Especially Sun's because I love the warm colors and star pockets! Also I love your sona's outfit as well! Baggy pants along with the gloves/turtle neck tanktop? It looks so cool!!

-spotted salamander anon

Correction: the pattern on Ruin/Moon Hat is Constellation

I have a bit different design for “shooting stars”but thank you so much anyway)) I’m glad you like it)) ^^

I just love this free and comfy clothes style, especially pants and tops, and love my Boys Collar pieces, more to jesters and I just LOVE THEM >^<

Thank yoooooou ^^ Mrrr~

[nerevarswritingstuff]

Finished re-reading Tiaf after the edit, took me a while to even start cause I got overwhelmed of the thought that I gotta read it all over again from Chapter 1 to 34, I'm also wondering how will you execute MK's backstory after the reveal on S5 of the series, would you alternate into a whole different story or will you merge it too?

I'm happy to see more Fengshe and Mama Lihua scenes! Spitfire and Macaque's training scenes is awesome too (especially the growing feelings he has for Nibby hehe), Auntie also already captured my heart! I was also not expecting for Erlang Shen appearance so early on the chapters, despite my growing skepticism for him I'm glad he's a strong ally for Firecracker. (though I don't know if that was already in before the edits I can't really remember well-)

Anyways, Love ya Author! 🙂🫶

I'm not gonna lie to you... I never watched Season 5.... mainly because I've been so busy with IRL stuff X"D but I've seen enough clips to get the general idea of what you mean revolving around MK's backstory.

In short; no, I won't be merging anything from S5 into the fic.

In long; I already had a vague idea of how I wanted MK's backstory to be even before S4 came out, but once S4 came out, I had decided "fuck it, let's go with that idea that I had." And put it into motion.

THE ONLY SPOILER-FREE THING I WILL CONFIRM FOR YOU GUYS IS THIS: MK is a stone monkey, but Wukong made MK, not Nuwa. Any other details revolving around that, however, will have to wait. ;) (I say "spoiler-free" mainly because I've given y'all enough hints that point to Wukong making MK)

Erlang's early appearance was something I had been wishy-washy over, but ultimately decided it'd be so fun to bring him in early and show him off to everyone. He'll be appearing more frequently in the coming chapters and when I tell you I can't wait for it, oh my GOD CAN I NOT WAIT FOR SPECIFIC SCENES. //violently vibrating in excitement

Auntie is great. She won't be shown too much in the fic, but her appearances are always gold. So mysterious... so dangerously powerful.... but she literally just here to vibe and watch the drama.

I'm so happy you love the edits! Fengshe and Lihua are so wonderful, and the fuckin sass between Mac and Nibby water my crops they're so god damn funny together X"D

THANK YOU AGAIN AND MANY LOVES TO YOOOOOOU!!! ♥♥♥♥♥

[vampireloverz]

cw/tw: gn! reader, dom! reader + sub! aizawa, established relationship, one mention of sub reader, spanking with a paddle (aizawa receiving), safeword discussion but no use of them, no sex

“Remember your safeword, yea?” you ask, securing his hair up with a claw clip.

Aizawa says the word, its repetition as easy as breathing, your dynamic already woven deep within the foundations of your relationship. It’s not always like this; sometimes you submit, sometimes there’s no play at all, but tonight you have a small leather paddle in your hand, your favorite to use on him.

The way each smack quickly melts into mind numbing stings is the best for when neither of you want a slow burn. You hate to tease Aizawa for too long, it’s too fun to watch him give himself to you. The way his eyes go all hazy and soft when he starts to sink doesn’t make you forget your role like it used to but it does make you a little more giving.

“Count,” you kiss his shoulder and you know he can hear the whisper of the paddle as you shift it into your hand, “Be good for me.”

Aizawa lays face down on the bed with his head cradled by his arms and body laid bare. You idly trace the curves and sinews of his body with the paddle, just light enough for him to feel it. He doesn’t move, doesn’t egg you on with words, he just lays there, waiting. His breath quickens when you take the paddle off him. All he can do is wait, he can’t see or feel you now.

You know his hero training instinct is telling him to perk his ears up to try and sus out where you are, you just have to wait a minute for him to fight that part of himself. You’re patient, but you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. The moment you see his shoulders relax, you move.

The strike on his ass must sting but you think it was more loud than painful. You wait.

“One.”

You smile, proud of him, and get to work.

The numbers fall easily, if not shakily, from his mouth as you build a steady rhythm. Not quick enough for each hit to blend into the next, just enough for each one to have its own noticeable pain, just enough for Aizawa to anticipate the next blow.

On a strong hit, he flubs the count, mumbling something incoherent that makes you pause. You tilt his head back and see exactly what you expected to see; teary eyed and slack jawed Aizawa. Your heart skips a beat at being able to get him to this point, to watch him sink even deeper into submission, it’s enough to make you want to push him a little further.

“I didn’t hear that, baby, try again.”

He blinks slowly then his gaze travels over to you. A tear rolls down his cheek and you brush it away with your knuckles, waiting patiently for him to speak.

Aizawa swallows deliberately, almost mechanically, and his voice is raspy and quiet when he admits, “I lost track.”

You click your tongue, “Then we start over. This time, I want you to thank me.”

A pause to let the order sink in, he nods. Then you’re at it again, the strength of your arm just a little more cruel.

“One, thank you.”

You make it only a few more spanks when Aizawa’s voice breaks on the second syllable of a number. He trembles as you move and sit beside him, setting the paddle aside so you can pet his back and release his hair clip. 

“Tell me how you’re doing.”

Aizawa huffs, his breath coming out warbly as he turns his face towards you. His face is beautifully flushed, eyes wet with tears and lips bitten dark. It takes a moment for him to focus on you but he smiles when he meets your eyes.

“Green,” his eyes flutter when you drag your thumb along his bottom lip, “Green.”

You grab a fistful of his hair with your other hand and tug hard enough to tilt his head back, “So what do you say?”

“Thank you.”

Aizawa groans against your lips when you kiss him, a soft, almost pathetic little noise in the back of his throat. You pet his cheek and whisper, “That’s my good boy.”

for yoooooou my love @pupkou 🤍 im so sorry this took 6348790328 years </3