#forming and writing these down like a mad scientist

[cloud-ya]

having that one friend that you dump all your thoughts about the lore of a series on despite them not even being a fan of said series

[yaut-jaknowit]

I just had a thought that I personally find hilarious. A yautja hunting a human in the woods, actively chasing her. But the human is a botanist who was out there studying plants and keeps calling time out on the chase to prevent him from stepping on different plants. "Don't step there that plant is endangered." "Not there either, it's vital to the local beetle population." "STOP! That one is my favourite!" And it happens enough times that the hunter eventually stops and says the yautja equivalent of "Lady, sort your fucking priorities out."

And maybe he's impressed and slightly smitten by her sheer fucking audacity but that's neither here nor there

Watch Your Step

Pairings: Vic'tao (Male Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1616

Summary: A botanist who is exploring an alien planet when you start to get hunted by an unknown figure. But every time he gets close, she screams at him. Pleading and demanding he doesn't step on this plant or that plant. Vic'tao is confused and wants you figure out your priorities.

Author Note: When I was writing this at work, I kept on smirking and giggling to myself. My coworkers were so confused on why. If only they knew what I wrote. This was adorable to write too! Thank you for the ask.

Masterlist

Ao3

One of your scientists urged you to take him along since it was dangerous out there. This was a lone expedition you were taking though. Nothing out there would harm you. This planet was one you’ve been studying for some time. Sending all of your research back home to earth for others to analyze as well. Here has given you plenty to research about.

After leaving the safety of the small pop up research building, you followed down a path you were well acquainted with. Being on this planet for so long has taught you the surrounding area. It was beautiful and offered plenty to learn. Not only about the plants but the wildlife as well. An opportunity that you wouldn’t give up. A once in a lifetime chance you get to take.

Along the pathway that led to a spot you were meaning to visit, you saw an unlikely plant that had decided to take root. Amazed by its resilience, you took a detour and knelt down in front of the plant. Small but mighty thing. You used the device in hand to take a few photos and marked it’s spot on the map. In the pictures though, you noticed something reflective.

Confused, you lowered down the tablet. Just like in the pictures was an object reflecting sunlight off of it. You go over to the spot carefully and furrowed yours brows together.

A knife?

It was beautifully and expertly crafted. Yet, here it lay. Discarded. A confused noise left you before the weapon was picked. The knife was light despite meant for someone with larger hands. You tossed it from hand to hand, testing out the weight of it. Though it was too big for you, the craftmanship made it worthy to keep. You carefully placed it into your pack before pressing on.

Sharp eyes watched you. The hairs along your neck prickled at the unease feeling growing inside of you with each step you took.

Along the way, you felt obligated to stop right in your tracks. Frozen to the spot, your eyes scanned around you thoroughly; going over every bush and tree. Nothing seemed of visually but clearly your sense were tingling. They knew something was wrong, was amiss. You go to take a step when you felt a towering figure stand before you. A form you couldn’t see beside the distorting air. You screamed only to cry out louder as the figure become reality.

An alien!

The thing was massive. Fear shot straight up your spine to settle in the base of your skull. Smart enough, your first reaction was to turn tail and sprint away from the yellow and blue humanoid like mad man. It barks out some sort of command in what was its native tongue and gave chase.

In your haste, you abandoned the path all together and carved your own randomly. Only to recognize the area were only a special, specific plant could grow. Nowhere else on this whole planted did this plant grow. You glanced over your shoulder and gasped in horror. Your heels dug into the dirt, skidding to a stop. Both of your hands held out as if you were trying to push him back through the air.

“Watch out!” you cried and prayed he could hear you while listening to your plea. “That plant is endangered.” It’s the only one in this are with that kind of mutation. The alien jerked its massive head back with a confused noise. It had stopped in its tracks and looked down towards it feet. Right below his foot was a small, but colorful plant. Slowly, he placed his foot back down next to the plant.

When he went to make chase again, he only got two steps in. “Don’t step. That one is vital to a beetle population!” What in the world was this thing thinking? To step on either of those would greatly hurt the ecosystem. At least it had the mind to listen to you enough not to step on the plants. It stood there with one foot raise, about to take a step yet your plea stopped him. The metal mask on its face blocked out its features but you could read the confusion plain as day.

Then, the creature stepped over the plant and lunged at you. A yelp surged past your lips. Swiftly in a burst of energy, you dove out of the way. Deadly claws swiped at the area you once stood at. It crashed into a pile of rare flowers. That broke your heart. Those were special to you.

Before you had time to mourn the killed flowers, the beast was already getting back to its feet. A squeak left your lips as you turned tail and bolted into the foliage. Heat washed down the nap of your neck.

Your foot caught on a root and sent you flying forwards. Your hands scrapped against the forests floor, cuts slicing through your skin. A hiss left your lips as you cradled them to your chest, rocking back and forth.

A heavy shadow fell over you. All of your muscles tensed, head rising slightly to find the yellow and blue figure advancing towards you. Your eyes snapped wide, bloody palms shoot out to stop it. “No! Stop. That’s my favorite plant,” you cried, begging that it spares that one as well. What is it and it wanting to crush everything that’s pretty and rare?

The humanoid beast snarls and clenched it fists tightly. But it doesn’t step on the plant. It stops in front of your sitting, bruised form and towers over you. Then, it bends at the waist and gets in your face. Fearfully, you flinched away from its metal face but long, lethal fingers gripped your chin and turned you back.

“You are either really brave or extremely stupid,” his voice growls deeply behind his mask. You swallowed down the lump in your throat. “Either way…” he trails off while his other hands snatched the cross body pack you had. You opened your mouth to argue when the knife from before was pulled out. The fear from before came in as the blade glinted dangerously in the forest’s light. “This isn’t yours to take.”

He lets the knife dance between his fingers, show casting his expertise with the weapon. It fits into his larger hands perfectly, making it known this was his.

Your shoulders scrunched up. “I-I didn’t t-take it! I found it on the ground. You must had dropped it.” Oh, why were you pleading your case with an alien hunter that could easily kill you with little remorse. There was something that hung around it that breathed an air of deadliness.

A snort comes from behind the metal mask. “So it is stupidity that drives you,” he laughs and releases his hold on you to stand back up. The pack is deposited back in your lap. You slowly stood back up and put a couple of feet between the two of you. You couldn’t help the wince at the usage of your hands. The palms had countless cuts and a few splinters. Though, the mask covered his features, you could feel his eyes on you.

There was a short, awkward pause until the creature growled then grabbed one of your wrists. You gasped and tried to jerk away from him but his hold was firm. “Quit it!” he grumbled and observed the newly acquired cut son your hands palms. He keeps holding your wrist as he reached over his shoulder and pulled a small metal pack out. You watched as he used the crook of his elbow to balance the pack. The alien opens it up to reveal medicals supplies. Was he going to help you? After he just chased you and scared you to death.

A pair of tweezers were pinched in his hand. It took him some time to carefully go over your palms thoroughly to ensure there wasn’t anything left. Then, with some sort of white paste, he had cleaned and coated the skin carefully. Once he deemed you well enough, he steps back and slips the pack back into its place. The alien grunted then turned to leave, but you reached out and softly gripped his bicep. He stopped and glances down at you, head tilted to the side.

“Wait… I just wanted to ask for your name. Please?” your voice was soft and small. His piercing gaze behind his mask could be felt looking into your soul before he sighed.

“Vic’tao.” He stand there for a few more seconds than takes his leave. You watch him leave and disappear through the foliage. His steps mindful of any plant life.

You returned back to the hub. The other’s find it strange you’ve come back early but you just brush it them off and go to your room. Then, you go online and did your best to figure out what you had just faced.

Only to realize that you should’ve been dead.

[barbies1shots]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 WEEK1: AIZAWA SHOUTA !<3

kinks! TENEACLES/APHRODISIACS - HYBRID AU !

being a scientist and having to take care of different creatures is one thing, and personally wanting to care for a creature is another. you were a caregiver in a laboratory, one who takes daily vitals of all your specimen and patients, who assures that they are as comfortable as possible while living in a man made, white borne institute.

one of those specimen was Aizawa Shouta. an interesting hybrid, mixed with octopus and human. he was captured when he got tangled in left over fishing line and seen by other humans. Aizawa was... interesting and incredibly challenging to try and subdue. his strong tentacles made it almost impossible to get close, and it seemed, to other scientists, that the hybrid was intelligent, something they had never seen before. he was intelligent enough for others to want to split his head apart and study the interactions in his brain.

surely enough, Aizawa is a rare and incredible specimen. one that needs high security and watched 24/7.

you sat your clipboard down before shifting your attention to the hybrid on the other side of glass wall. Aizawa has always interested you, his heavy and dark eyes drawed you in. especially his stuble smirks and grins he made when you tripped up on something or when he threatened to kill you as soon as you stepped foot into his enclosure. you walked closer, your eyes on his body.

"How do we feel about check ups today?"

your voice traveled through the glass wall with little effort and you saw a twitch in one of his tentacles, indicating that he was listening to you and he glanced toward you. his expression darkened a bit, like your presence genuinely ruined his day.

you analyzed his enclosure, a large space with a cot in one corner, a heater, and mini pool in another to help keep him some what moist. it was nothing like how he had it before he was captured.

you tilted your head, wondering what to do.

"Don't attack me or ill have to subdue you, Aizawa."

you finally suggested. you were going to go in there and check his vitals, his bp, eye, ear and mouth wellness, and take a blood sample. you didnt catch his snicker or when his eyes lit up a small bit.

he didnt answer so you gathered your clipboard and other items before heading over to press the button that opened his door. a moment or two passes before his door opened, and you walked through. getting hit with the humidity of the room you waved your hand around.

his dark eyes never left your movements since you first spoke to him. he sat on his cot in the far corner of the room. he watched as you entered the room with a confidence that he wanted to knock down.

you came closer, avoiding odd puddles of water, and walking deeper and deeper into his territory. with each step your scent drove him mad, your voice made his head ring and he wanted nothing more than to shut you the fuck up.

his attention was diverted back once you gestured to give you his arm. he stared for a moment... then two before lifting a buff around up for you to wrap the cuff around his upper arm. you did and waited for it to tighten before taking his bp. you looked away from his arm to write down his readings. not noticing a shift in his demeanor or a shift in one of his tentacles.

you sat your clipboard back down on his cot and turned to take the cuff off his arm. you looked at his face and he was already looking at you, it starled you so you looked away to grab your mini flashlight but suddenly one of his tentacles wrapped around your calf, catching you off guard.

your face was then touched by a smaller, more lithe tentacle, guiding your face toward his. the air between the two of you thickened intensely. his heated gaze captured your nervous one and it made him smirk.

he tilted his head as he regarded your suddenly nervous form. then the smaller tentacle guided your face closer to his, just a hair away. you waited with a bated breath, waiting for him to lean in kiss you. to take your breath away.

"Coming in here was your first mistake, Baby."

he murmured lowly, his breath fanning your lips. he hid a mocking grin when he pressed his lips into yours. the tentacle guiding down your jaw to your chin to tilt upwards, and he nipped at your lower lip to open up for him.

you did with a needy whine and he licked into your mouth. his tongue was slimy and long. it licked your teeth before making its way into your gummy cheeks, licking up your saliva there. he was practically licking you inside, he licked at your tongue before his tongue inched into the back of your throat.

you gagged and pulled away to catch your breath. he watched you, unfazed as he waited. he then pressed forward, the tentacle on your calf rising to your thigh as another copied. his hands found your hips to pull you into him and he leaned down to run his tongue along your neck.

you felt so hot, hot to the point where it was difficult to breathe. each lick Aizawa delivered made your blood tingle from under your skin and heat began to pool in your lower abdomen. wetting your cunt from inside and out. another tentacle began tugging at your shirt before it lifted your shirt off your body.

he grinned into your neck, satisfied with the results of his plan.

- 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

Aizawa watched from his spot in the corner of the room as you were suspended in the air, just a few feet above the floor with both your holes stuffed. he watched you tremble around a thick tentacle that presses deep, into your cervix and choke around another thats feeding you more and more of his yummy saliva. getting you hot and wanting for more.

you couldnt think straight, his saliva made all rational thoughts leave and replace them with him. just him. he watched as your thighs, held by a tentacle, jerked when the tentacle in your purposely pressed into your g-spot and slid to graze your cervix. he watched your hands paw at the tentacle down your throat.

he raised a hand and pressed it into your tummy, right below your belly button, and felt the firm tip of his tentacle. he chuckled under his breath when you erupted in squeals, your back arching with a loud and drawn out whine as you squirted over his limb.

he ceased his fucking and retreated the tentacle from your throat, and you turned your head to bury your face in his chest.

"Pleasepleaseplease, I just need you- can't take it anymore-"

you begged and begged for just him. not his tentacles but for him. for his hands to caress your body, for his breath to fan your skin, and for his dick to be punching your g-spot. he hid his grin with a lick of his lips and sighed out, like you annoyed him.

and he never said anything to you, only that you messed up. hes wanted you as his little treasure since you introduced yourself how ever many months ago. he wanted you to shiver and twitch around him, like you couldnt control yourself when he presented his tentacles to you. he didnt let you have his cock, his cock a sudden reward. but you didnt know that.

you wanted him to like you like you like him, like a lover. but he never liked humans to begin with. he thought humans were the most invasive and unnatural species to exist, so why would he genuinely care for one? your work said to never mix personal feelings with work. now, you are Aizawa Shouta's little treasure toy for his entertainment.

@aizawasbarb

an: i need this man in my literal guts before i end it all. thank you.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 5: A Very Bad Idea, part 3

Also Entitled: Your Happy Ending

Reuploading this, daddy Tumblr didn't like it the first time

Find Episode 4 here, and part 1 of this 3-parter here

CWs: medical malpractice, medical fetish, medfet, scientists, restraint, sextoy use, implement play, the usual blend of dubcon and noncon this 3-parter has been laced with

I'll probably have to write something nice and vanilla tomorrow as a palette cleanser

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Sunday morning rolled around, as you drifted in and out of consciousness. Your housemate Keith must've heard something when he walked in. Hell, he probably smelled something too. Almost as soon as you heard the door open he ran into the living room and found you lying there.

You were in a pool of sticky gunk, the remnants of two monsters' cum, the bittersweet drug the tentacles had filled you with, and the birthing fluids of your many spawn. He lifted you up, breath catching as the liquids got on his bare skin and you saw the front of his pants tent up. He dragged you by the arm to the bathtub and heaved your shaking, barely responsive form into it, your swollen womb wobbling and churning as he went.

The water pressure from the shower head high above you barely made a dent in the caked-on filth. You could feel your hair was stuck up at odd angles and matted together from the two nights of debauched madness that had robbed you of your wits and closest friend. It took an hour or more to get the worst off you, by when Keith had made you a sandwich and was feeding you morsel by morsel. The first proper food you've had in over a day, or hadn't you noticed, being filled up by one cock or another over the weekend so far.

You lay in the bath. You don't know how long for. Keith stood vigil over you, clasping your hand as you moaned. Then it started. Another wave. Another round of pushing out the infant creatures that grow inside you, each heave of your aching body causing you to orgasm harder and harder, aided and lubricated by the slime they secrete constantly.

Keith screamed, and ran out of the room. As your pounding head steadied out, you could finally look at your children before they ran away.

There were at least couple of dozen of them, each one about the size of your clenched fist. They looked like knotted balls of cord, if the cord was alive. You could already tell which tentacles would do what: tiny suckers on some designed to bind their mates' limbs, some tipped with eyes to appraise which would make the best mothers, others were thick and smooth already oozing with the slick bitter fluid that made you feel so good. The last type of tentacle was the most important. Long and thin, almost delicate-looking, these are the ovipositors.

A different man entered the room, dressed in the green of a paramedic. He almost retched when he saw the squirming mass in the tub with you. He lifted you out and between him and his partner you were bundled into the back of an ambulance.

A mask was pulled over your face.

The world went black.

Drifting in and out of awareness.

"... permanent luteal phase..."

"... weird tattoo..."

"... How are they making more mass in there?"

You came to again, properly this time. Strapped to a cold, hard surface. Held on an angle, rather than flat, with a metal bar between your knees keeping your legs apart and secured down. You pulled at your bonds. Rock-solid.

"Subject is awake" a woman's voice from behind you, she sounded bored "no change in physical condition, attempting verbal contact."

She stepped out in front of you. If you hadn't heard her voice you wouldn't have been able to guess. Her face was covered with a plastic hood and a tight-fitting mask. Not a strand of hair was free, nor a single inch of bare skin. "What did this?"

"Tentacles" you murmured

"Yes, they keep coming out of you. What did this?"

"Mine" you started to feel it again. That familiar tingling heat pushing you over the edge. Your pussy started to drip and pulse, your clit throbbing. Your juices flowing down the slab in rivulets and you started to hear wet slapping sounds as the first of your new batch of young fell onto the slab and tumbled away from you.

"Birthing phase has begun. Starting manual stimulation test"

The woman's hand pressed down onto your belly, pushing down your womb. You screamed as the fluid started squirting out of you even faster now. Your babies being squeezed out of you with lewd squelching sounds. The more the woman pressed the harder you squirted until you started leaking the frogspawn eggs that always remained within you.

She let go. Holding a beaker under you and catching the eggs as they oozed out of your still-too-sensetive quim. "Egg sample obtained, abdominal swelling indicates some quantity remains"

Another prick on your neck

Awake again. There was a man in front of you. Where the woman was covered in plastic and rubber, he was wearing simple scrubs. Something else is strapped to your leg, long and thin, with a cable leading behind your leg, presumably off the table.

"Subject awake, starting test"

The device started whirring and buzzing. You gasped. A vibrator was strapped to you, pushing up against your clit and labia. The effect wasn't as immediate as the fluid. You'd almost forgotten how it felt to cum like this, being tormented gradually, gradually, gradually.

The pressure rose and rose inside you until you couldn't take it any more. You cried out as your body spasmed and you came hard against the relentless buzzing on your cunt.

Then it really started.

As if called forth by your release, the tingling started. You began to shake and convulse, pushing out babies as the vibrator kept you going on and on. Over and over it kept going. Tears welled in your eyes as a combination of numb pain and ecstatic pleasure rolled around your head. You could see your dozens of children rolling across the floor.

The man started screaming too. The creatures started climbing. The thin fabric of his clothes started to smoke and disintegrate under their touch. He was already rock hard. The screaming stopped. He looked at you, and approached.

His hands were on you in an instant. Groping at your tits and grabbing handfuls of your hair as he struggled to line up his already twitching cock with your pulsing and leaking pussy, still dripping with the aphrodisiac fluid, only driving him madder.

His face pressed into yours and you opened your mouth to suck on his tongue as he pushed it inside. You could feel your young climbing over both of you now, spreading tingling heat and desire in trails over you.

He slipped inside. You bucked your hips against him, making the most of your limited movement as he frantically pounded your exhausted flesh. You could feel his cock twitching and pulsing before he cried out again. Heat filled you up and he buried his head into your neck.

Another prick. Another spell of blackness

When you recovered it was similar. The same merciless vibrator strapped to you. The same woman's voice piped into the room. Always a different man. Over and over you would wake and be brought to a dozen screaming orgasms, then be fucked senseless by whoever they trapped in with you. Then a prick, and back to sleep.

This hasn't stopped yet.

You don't know how long it's been. You don't know why they are doing this. One thing is certain

You like it here

[toiletclown]

breathless.

spencer agnew x gn!reader

mostly fluff, a little angst.

summary: you've had feelings for your best friend, spencer, almost as long as you have known him. it isn't getting any easier, and you need to tell him soon, whether he feels the same or not. your friends are pushing you, the fans already ship you, and after courtney and shayne's success, you just couldn’t bare to keep lying anymore. to yourself, or to him.

word count: 2028

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

It’s been two years since you graduated from Smosh crew member to Smosh cast member. You weren’t the first, and are unlikely to be the last, but it’s still a bit nerve-wracking. You were moved to cast not long after Spencer made his switch to cast, but that was exactly your problem, wasn’t it? When you were both on crew, it was easier. Small smiles, hidden glances, a blush forming under your mask. Once or twice, Brennan had swiveled his camera to the crew to get their reactions and you couldn’t duck fast enough to dodge the shot. 

You both shared moments without fear of judgment, knowing everyone at Smosh knew how close you were. Some more than others. But once you were both on camera more often, those moments dwindled to near nothingness. You couldn’t make eyes at him, he couldn’t flirt with you. Plenty of the cast flirted with each other on and off camera, of course, but it was different somehow. The office flirting became private hangout flirting, which then became no flirting at all. 

He didn’t get jealous anymore when Amanda or Angela flirted with you, and you did your best not to get jealous when he flirted with Tommy or Shayne. It was like your friendship was entirely platonic again. And while that was all it had ever been – platonic – it hurt a little. It was like something happened overnight, and the flirting wasn’t cool anymore.

The last time something happened before your promotion to cast, Spencer, Angela, and Chanse were doing Who Meme’d It with Shayne, and someone had sent in a meme about you always looking at Spencer. As soon as it popped up, everyone was laughing, and Brennan promptly turned his camera to get your face. You were smart enough to expect it, and you managed to push out a laugh and shrug to the camera. All in good fun, it seemed. But really, it was a little bit upsetting to realize you were so obvious about your affection for Spencer. You thought that you were fairly secretive and weren’t too over the top, but apparently not so much.

“Okay, ‘Y/N pretending they weren’t just staring at Spencer’! Spencer, any thoughts?” Shayne said through giggles. 

Spencer made eye contact with you, and you did your best to hold it. “Gotta be honest, Shayne, I wasn’t even aware they stared at me. Guess they’re sneakier than I thought!” Everyone was laughing again, and you joined in. Instead of making a joke about him staring at you, or a joke about you two flirting in your pod, he went with a PR answer. You could barely admit to yourself how bad it had stung. And sure, most people got roasted in Who Meme’d It, especially with the lack of funeral roasts, but it didn’t really feel good to have your private crush on Spencer blasted to not only cast and crew, but whoever ends up watching this video. And his comment was making it seem more one-sided than you liked.

After the laughter settled down, Shayne got back to hosting. “Alright, who meme’d it! Was it Erin Dougal? Courtney? Or Y/N themselves?” You made a silly face when Brennan panned to you, channeling your best mad scientist look. Your face dropped immediately after. No one saw it.

The cast members debated for a second before writing down their answers. It was Courtney across the board. “Alright, so we all think Courtney made this meme. Angela, what makes you think it was Courtney?” 

“Shayne, that’s a great question, thank you so much for being here with me today. I said Court because I have seen them having little whisper sessions with Y/N and I simply don’t trust like that!” Angela laughed, a bright smile on her face. She winked at you once the camera had moved away from her face. She was actually your go-to confidant, and you were sure she knew that. She was your best friend, behind Spencer, after all.

After a dramatic pause, it was revealed that Erin Dougal was the one who made the meme. You could have called that from a mile away, but that was because Erin was constantly telling you to ask Spencer out. You shot her down every time, knowing it was safer and easier to suffer in silence with your feelings rather than to possibly fuck everything up with your best friend. Besides, suffering in silence was what you were best at.

//

And now, a few months later, you were the one in front of the camera for a Who Meme’d It. It was your first time actually competing, although you’ve sent your fair share of memes in. Spencer and Angela were the only two people to continuously guess you correctly, which in the grand scheme of things made the most sense as they were your closest friends at Smosh. However, you were now competing against both of them, and your competitive side didn’t have a concept of “friendship”, unfortunately. 

“Okay! Welcome back to Who Meme’d It! Today we have Angela, Y/N, and Spencer competing. And Y/N is quite competitive so let’s hope they still have their best friends after this!” Shayne introduced you all, smiling at you to ease your anxiety. 

“Lest we forget what happened when they were on Don’t Win Mario Party and nearly killed me,” Spencer said, turning towards you with his hands folded on the table. His eyes were smiling, but he was trying his best to keep a serious face.

You turned to face him, mirroring his expression and hands. “Lest we forget you deserved that attack because you fucked with my controller mid-lap so that you could get seventh.”

“Okay, are we doing Who Meme’d It or the Newlywed Game?” Angela joked, and you and Spencer returned to your normal positions, excited to play.

//

After the shoot, Spencer caught up with you in the kitchen. “You got your first Who Meme’d It win, how’s it feel?” You had indeed won, but only by two points. Spencer was right behind you and Angela frankly tanked it this episode. Usually she wasn’t too bad, but perhaps she knew how competitive you were going to be and decided to focus more on having fun instead of winning. Especially considering there was content being made that needed to be entertaining.

“Eh, I feel like my competitiveness isn’t very fun on camera. I’m hoping we don’t have to scrap the ep simply because I was too locked in.” You grabbed some fruit from the fridge and prepared to make your way to a table so you could sit and destress before your next shoot. You weren’t needed on set for over an hour so you were ready to mindlessly doomscroll while you snacked on your peaches.

Spencer chuckled at your comment, which made your heart flutter a bit. Suddenly, you had the urge to touch him. You put your hand on his shoulder, mostly unconsciously, not actively making the decision but simply just doing it. His giggling stopped instantly, and he looked at your hand cryptically, his expression unreadable. All too suddenly, it felt too serious, too personal, so you instantly pivoted. “But at least you didn’t win, right?” You smiled, patting his shoulder and turning to head to your seat. 

You were hoping, for the first time ever if you were being honest, that he wouldn’t follow you. Things had been weird between you two for a few weeks now, and you almost wanted some space to deal with the pain of your best friend seeming to lose interest in your friendship. And once again, Erin had submitted a meme that made you a little upset. You knew it was unreasonable to be upset with her, as it was all in good fun and she wasn’t actually trying to hurt your feelings. You should probably try to talk to her about that, since you knew she wouldn’t take your upset personally.

This one was arguably worse than the first one though, because instead of it being at your expense, it was technically at Spencer’s. The meme wasn’t mean in any regard, but it was making fun of Spencer for consistently getting “lost in his thoughts” whenever you were on a shoot together. Of course, Erin alluded to those thoughts being romantic in nature, which earned a few oohs and aahs from the crew and cast alike. You had felt your face get warm and tried to remind yourself you were on camera and it was all in good fun. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Courtney approaching you. “Y/N, Spence! Just the two people I wanted to see. I have a question for you guys.” 

Clearly, Spencer had intended on following you, since Courtney had greeted you both. You sighed as quietly as possible, before asking Court if you could sit down before you all got to talking. Your castmates followed you to a table, and you popped a piece of fruit in your mouth. “Okay, what's up?” 

“Well, we wanted to do a Guitar Hero stream next week. I know you haven't been on any of the livestreams, so I figured I’d ask if you wanted to be in this one. You don't have to play but if you sit and make commentary I’m sure that'll be enough! But of course you can play if you want to.” Courtney was always so thoughtful, and you made a mental note to thank her for always being so considerate. 

“Oh hell yeah, I finally get to show off my guitar skills. It’s been a minute since I’ve played, but if Y/N’s down, I’m down!” Spencer’s eyes lit up. He had been trying to figure out a way to impress you and gauge your reaction before he finally took the leap and asked you on a date.

Everyone had been encouraging him to do so for months at this point, but he still wasn’t so sure about it. Yeah, you blushed whenever he mentioned you on camera and you blushed a lot during the shoot today when Erin’s meme came up. But some part of him felt like that had less to do with reciprocating a crush and more to do with embarrassment. 

You thought for a minute, munching on your peach slice. “Sure, that sounds fun. Spencer, maybe you could teach me how to play?”

Spencer broke out in a grin, “Of course I can. Although I’m surprised you’ve never played it before, it’s an iconic franchise.”

Courtney worked out a few more details with the two of you before making their way back to their pod. When she had left, Spencer turned his attention back to you. “Have you seriously never played Guitar Hero before?” He genuinely was having trouble believing that.

Truthfully, you had played before. Many times. And you were actually quite skilled at it. But it’s been quite some time since you picked up and played it, and you knew you would be rusty. Plus, you were mentally hatching a plan. Have Spence “teach” you the game, play extremely badly the whole time, then on stream you can kick his ass on Expert mode. Perfect plan.

“I have not. I might have played once or twice as a kid but I don’t really remember the controls or, like, speed, since I know some of the songs are really fast.”

“Okay, do you wanna come by my place tonight after work? I have a bunch of the Guitar Hero games but I also have Clone Hero which will probably be what we use on the stream anyway.”

Oh, right. Not-so-perfect plan. If you were to be taught, you needed to be taught before the livestream. Which means you had to hang out with Spencer outside of work. You can survive one night alone with him, right? You’ve done it so many times before. Sure, it’s been a few weeks since you guys hung out, and with your increasing feelings for him you were sure to be awkward. But it was Spencer! Your best friend in the whole world! It would be just fine. Right?

[nickeverdeen]

Request: Romantic Jinx x fem!Reader imagine

Reader is an avian (featuring wings, feathers, talons etc) who is saved from criminals by Jinx. Being a "mad scientist" of sorts, the latter is immediately fascinated by Reader's birdlike features, and they make a deal: Reader can stay with Jinx and be guaranteed protection from outside forces, as long as Jinx is allowed to experiment on her.

Eventually, as time goes on, the two form a close bond and allow themselves to be more vulnerable with each other. Both are incredibly protective of one another. Among other things, Reader has a tendency to catch and leave dead rodents in the rooms of those who criticize Jinx (like Sevika). She's a prankster like that lmao

One night, Jinx is woken up by Reader having a nightmare and immediately goes to see if she's alright. Reader admits that she was a failed experiment abandoned by her creator, and has always struggled to find a home due to her appearance. Reader's nightmare was that Jinx abandoned her as well. Realizing that they both have insecurities and abandonment issues, Jinx comforts Reader and admits that she makes her feel understood, that she likes who she is when she's around Reader. Then they confess their love for each other or something like that :3 happy ending all that jazz

Thanks in advance!! I've always loved your writing, it's hella fun to read

Beautiful Escape | Jinx x Avian!fem!reader

Pairing: Jinx x reader (eventually romantic)

Type: Romantic, hurt/comfort, fluff with light angst

Warnings: Past trauma, abandonment issues, mild body horror themes (non-graphic), references to experimentation, nightmares, emotional vulnerability, mention of violence (implied), dead rodents (for humor/pranks)

Summary: After Jinx saves you from a gang of criminals, she strikes a deal—protection in exchange for the chance to study you. But somewhere between feathers and gadgets, chaos and comfort, something unexpected takes flight between you two.

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The first time Jinx saw you, she thought she’d hallucinated you.

Because what kind of girl has wings?

But the blood was real. So were the talons, and the way you fought—feral, desperate, cornered.

And the way you flinched when Jinx shot down the last thug, shaking, wings half-folded and stained crimson.

“You done bleeding or do I gotta bring out the sewing kit?” Jinx had asked, grinning wildly.

You blinked, wary, eyes flicking between the dead bodies and the manic blue-haired girl standing between you and freedom.

“What… are you?” Jinx had whispered then, stepping closer. Her eyes glittered with a curious, childlike awe. “Feathers, claws… Oh, I have to know what makes you tick.”

Which led to a deal.

You get a roof over your head, no one tries to kill you again, and she gets to poke and prod at your wings like a giddy little gremlin.

“I’m not dissecting you or anything. Just… you know, notes. Sketches. A few scans.”

You agreed.

You didn’t really have a choice.

Living with Jinx was like living inside a firecracker mid-explosion.

She was loud, unpredictable, brilliant, and had no concept of boundaries.

But she was also… gentle, in her own weird way. She handled your wings with awe, not disgust. She traced the joints with cold fingertips and asked questions with genuine fascination.

She’d hum to herself while wrapping bandages around your shoulders. She made weird little gadgets for you - for example one of them were wing warmers

She called you Birdie.

You left a dead rat in Sevika’s drawer after she called Jinx a “glitchy brat.”

You thought Jinx was going to cry laughing.

From then on, she started leaving little notes:

“Sevika side table = next target. >:)”

“Birdie, that guy from the bar gave me a weird look. You know what to do.”

You liked making her laugh. It felt like winning something.

But it wasn’t all chaos.

Sometimes Jinx would fall asleep on the couch, goggles still on, soot smudged across her cheek. You’d drape a wing over her like a blanket, pretending you didn’t care.

Sometimes she’d catch you staring at yourself in the mirror, eyes distant.

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” she’d say casually, almost offhand—like it should be obvious.

You’d scoff. But your feathers always fluffed up when she said it.

One night, she woke with a jolt to the sound of strangled cries.

She found you curled into yourself on the floor, wings twitching violently, talons digging into the wood.

“Birdie?”

You gasped awake, eyes wild. “Don’t leave me,” you choked out before you could stop yourself.

She blinked, caught off guard.

“Sorry… I just had a nightmare,” you whispered. “You walked away. You left me like they did.”

Her breath hitched.

“They called me a mistake,” you murmured. “A failed project. Dumped me when the wings didn’t work right. I was too weird for people, too human for birds. Never fit anywhere. I thought maybe… maybe here, with you…”

“Hey. Hey.”

She dropped to her knees in front of you, hands trembling as they cupped your face.

“I’m not going anywhere. You hear me?”

You stared at her, unsure. Scared.

She smiled, soft and crooked.

“You’re not the only one with busted wiring, Birdie.”

You frowned, confused.

“I was Vi’s problem once. Then Silco’s. Everyone tried to use me, fix me, fix the crazy. But you?”

Her thumb brushed your cheek.

“You look at me like I make sense. Like I’m me, and that’s okay.”

Silence stretched between you, charged and aching.

Then she leaned in and rested her forehead against yours.

“You scare the shit outta me sometimes,” she whispered. “But I think I love you.”

Your breath caught.

“Good,” you said softly, “because I know I love you.”

She let out a choked laugh, then kissed you—messy and warm, like a match being struck in the dark.

Your wings wrapped around her, protective, instinctual.

The next morning, Sevika opened her locker to find a dead bird and a note:

“That’s my girlfriend, bitch.”

Jinx kept that note pinned to her wall for weeks.

And you?

You finally felt like you’d found your nest.

[thesensteawitch]

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Pile 1

You have so many sides to you, and yet you hold space for more. I am directionless. Where should I lead this poem about you? Or where are you leading me? There’s so much to you that I want to express, but I fear I’ll end up looking like a fool. You’re like the universe—mesmerizing, intriguing, and frightening, with layers and layers of mysteries. You are divine to me. Being a poet feels like a boon when I look at you. Only fated souls get to write about someone so infinitely charming. I sense the never-ending wisdom you hold. I’d forever be your devotee if you’d let me drink just one drop of what keeps you glowing like you do. You’re sharp, kind, wild, and a dream that only slips away. Where are you looking? What inspiration do you need? Come on! You walk to your own rhythm, your shadows delightfully dancing to your beat. The sound of your steps tells me stories of places you’ve been and people you’ve met. You hold no regret, no grudge—only lessons. You think, reflect, and cry for being mistreated. But when it’s your turn, you choose to destroy the weapons that bruised you so deeply, instead of hurting others with them. The venom couldn’t kill you but made you wise. Following your footprints, I find the earth swallowing the shed skin of your old self. How can I define you when you’re constantly transforming? Every time I think I have finally known you, I find something new revealed. My hands fall short of holding your grace, my mind loses the words to portray it. As I said, you’re sharp—you’ll never let me read you. You take me to the end only to throw me into a new beginning. It’s not your fault; I understand that’s who you truly are. Sometimes, while falling asleep, I wonder who would be so lucky to fall in love with you? Or who would you fall in love with? But then again, I don’t feel you’re deprived of love, because YOU ARE love. I look at you the way others look at stars. Everyone attempts to count them at least once in their lifetime but eventually gives up, knowing it’s an attempt they will fail. But I am not tired; I am taking a break. I would like to admire you for now, knowing that maybe I too will never fully know you, but I’ll keep exploring who you are, just like scientists cannot give up on SPACE! Ah! See, I cracked something! Your lover must be someone like you—infinitely charming and holding mysteries as vast.

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Pile 2

You know what? I am mad at you! Because either you attack or you run away. See? You just revolted back. Or perhaps hid in your closet, knowing that someone knows your little secret. You’re that 22° in astrology. Kill or be killed? You’re neither a prey nor do you need to triumph over someone or something else to keep yourself safe. All I am trying to say is that you’re not meant to just survive; you’re meant to thrive. But hey, I do see your heart. The life around it has withered, and you’re surviving on memories. For how long, may I ask? You’re not a coward; you’re afraid. I heard someone say, “The one who is capable of love is capable of being saved.” At this point, all the love is leaking from the corners of your heart. Make the best use of it, or it’ll go to waste. Life isn’t at the extremes; it’s in the middle. That’s where you find your balance. That’s where you will shine bright. I see you singing to yourself, making stories in your heart but never writing them down for the world to taste. You don’t need to say ‘NO’ to something you want. Openly say what you want and to the person who can give it to you. Don’t keep whispering your wishes into the ears of God. He’s even giving you a side-eye now, haha. You’re the leader! If you don’t take the lead, you’ll never have your pack. Do you get it? Why am I even writing about you? It seems to me that you’re an artist too. You know the depths of your pain better than I do. Gosh, you need a hug! Whoever you’ve lost in this physical world doesn’t like to see those tears rolling down your cheeks. Every time you try to make sense of your emotions, you only make your heart heavier. Love keeps dripping and draining into the river of unexpressed emotions. You’re about to be granted a new life, a restart. But this won’t be handed to you until you decide and do what you’re supposed to do. The pain demands to be felt and yada yada yada! We’ve all watched *The Fault in Our Stars*. But come on, there’s an expiry date to feeling it too. I told you, you’re an extreme case. Pain won’t leave you until you leave it. YOU DESERVE THE WORLD. And I know you don’t believe it, but from where I am seeing, all your wishes are about to come true. You’re just ONE decision away. And I am here watching and waiting for you to make that move. Go where your heart is; that’s where you’re supposed to be. Don’t run away from your destiny. Remember, you’re not the same kid who froze at the point of a horrifying sight and couldn’t do anything about it. You’re grown up now. You can HEAL yourself. You’re not hopeless or helpless. You don’t even need to find your potential; it’s just there, waiting for you to see it and accept it.

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Pile 3

Excuse me, miss/mister? Do you even have time to read what I have to say? You’re too busy figuring things out. Huff! The amount of mental and physical work you do is commendable. Are you waiting for something or someone? I am not surprised to see your spiritual side. What side, huh? You’re SPIRITUAL—IN & OUT! You’re wise, extremely intuitive, and resourceful but haven’t learned how to avoid burnouts. Can something ever be hidden from you? From where I see, it seems you’re new here but not naive. You’ve completed a tough journey filled with passion, rage, excitement, and burnouts (again!). Life has been preparing you for something bigger than your destiny! You’re heavily protected from the forces that don’t want you to be where God is taking you. But we all know who’s more powerful, don’t we? I see you bumping into your past sometimes, but you quickly realize that’s not where you’re supposed to be. The price you would have to pay to return to the same place or people is quite heavy. You don’t feel comfortable in the old stories anymore. You’re grateful but not greedy to go back. I laugh at those who think they can lure you with temptations! Lol! You are ten steps ahead of them. Stay where you are. All this silence around you is a blessing. You’re about to win. You’re meant to win in this lifetime. This is not your first time around. I have seen you somewhere—not here, but in a different lifetime. You’ve lived all those lives to WIN in this one! The smoke of your burned karmas surrounds you. You’ve cleansed! You’re not in the dark; you’re rising from the ashes. I see the wings of a phoenix on your back. YOU’RE THE CREATOR OF YOUR OWN DESTINY. Evidence of your faith and intuition follows you in the forms of birds, butterflies, feathers, and angel numbers. One day, you may share your story, but you know that day is not today. God, you’re mysterious, and all those stories are tattooed on your skin in a language no one can decipher. Your presence is enough for people to turn around, pause, and reflect. You raise the temperature of the room and melt the ice away. People open up to you naturally. Everyone just wants to experience a drop of you. But you’re not easily accessible. Your magic is sacred and can’t be put on sale. You’re magic. The path you’ve walked on shines so bright. That’s how I trace your past life because you leave glitters behind.

[sillygoofyqueer]

"Four, you've been too distracted by the fic you were binging!!! You've forgotten to write the next part of the mad scientist AU!" *looks up from where I have been huddled in a corner and laughing manically to myself with every word I read* SHIT!!!! YOU'RE RIGHT! HOW COULD I FORGET!! *hobbles out from my corner as every bone in my body cracks* The Lads (Wen siblings + Xue Yang, it has been decided) have been taken into the care of the Sunshot Campaign, both ensuring Wei Wuxian's assistance in the war and Wen Ruohan's fury. Yu Ziyuan keeps stating that this is an absolutely awful idea but literally nobody is paying attention to her except her gyals (Jinzhu and Yinzhu) and Jiang Yanli when she's escorting her mother back to her tent. Of course, Xue Yang hates EVERYONE and is literally having to be leashed and distracted so that he doesn't just immediately go zooming back to Yiling on Jiangzai. He literally has a chain attached to his wrist that is usually also attached to Wen Ning, who (being more confident and relaxed due to Wei Ying and Xue Yang's influence) seems to take some form of joy at being able to drag around a complaining Xue Yang to do the things that he wants to do. He's not lounging around either, he's helping out with unpacking supplies and stringing bows and getting weapons ready for battles.

Wen Qing, on the other hand, takes clear and obvious control of the medical tent, basically taking one look at the blood and the screams and going "oh my god, finally." She becomes the unquestioned head of the tent, and everyone defers to her - I mean, she's literally most known for her medical skills, you think anyone is going "mmm I think you're wrong" to something she says? The Lads (minus Xue Yang, who is The Didi of All Time right now) step into this hectic war camp and then slide in to roles that were practically shaped for them to fit into. This fact, paired with how the Lads have taken to wearing Nie robes (Xue Yang is Not Happy about this), make it almost easy to forget that they are 'Wen scum' - it's strange how...when someone from a hated group is useful....people's personal beliefs on that group change....don't mind me! Talking nonsense.

Despite the fact that the Lads are now chilling in the war camp, there is no sign of Wei Wuxian. Occasionally they'll see one of his crows surveying the area slowly, doing slow circles of the camp before darting off again, but that's about it. No more notes, no more messages - however, a crow does bring a stack of talismans. They are unfamiliar and drawn in blood, but Xue Yang basically pounces on them and starts a reverent explanation of how they're small scale maze arrays meant to confuse any potential threats. It doesn't take long for the gang to learn after that that Xue Yang is useful for something outside of whining and that something is sort of being able to understand some of Wei Wuxian's works and codes (now that he knows Wei Wuxian is alive, he's stopped hyperfixating on cracking the code). Jiang Fengmian worries that this is what help Wei Wuxian meant when he offered support, but Nie Huaisang shuts him down because the elusive teenager has his own grudge against the Wen - even if he hadn't promised support, he'd still have reason to spill their blood.

In all honesty, Nie Huaisang is really vibing with the Lads - even Xue Yang, who regularly tells him that he would be trying to kill him if Wei Wuxian really was dead. Wen Qing reminds him of his Da-ge in how she is stern and oftentimes terrifying but ultimately means the best and cares deeply for those she claims as family. Xue Yang reminds him of a feral little dog and he delights in watching the young kid (guys, I've just realised that Xue Yang is literally twelve. They be trying to get him to go to bed on time and he's bouncing off the walls) kick and struggle uselessly as Wen Ning escorts him around. Wen Ning is like a gentle giant, calm and sweet, seemingly legitimately interested in what Nie Huaisang talks about whenever he follows the duo around the camp - he seems to be able to sense and dissuade any of his worries without him having to voice them. Wen Ning may be magic (Wen Qing agrees when he tells her his theory).

Lan Wangji is not scared of the Lads. He isn't thrown off by the fact that they don't go out of their way to leave him alone like everyone else, or that Wen Qing is the first person ever to grab him by the scruff of his robes because "your arm strength is NEEDED in the medical tent." He's completely calm with the fact that he seems to be the only person that Xue Yang tolerates just because he "hasn't hurt Wei-gege" in any way, shape or form, seemingly remembering the way he found Lan Wangji clutching Wei Wuxian's barely conscious body back in the cave of the Xuanwu of Slaughter. He's fine with these facts. He tells Lan Xichen as much, and Lan Xichen just raises his brow slowly before going "I'm so glad you're making friends." Oh god, he's making friends. What next, Nie Huaisang isn't going to be scared of him?- OH GOD NIE HUAISANG IS NOW TALKING TO HIM ALL THE TIME.

All of this occurs during a lull in battle, but it all soon comes to a grinding halt when Nie Mingjue receives word of Wen and Jin forces marching towards their camp, likely in reaction to their quick seize of both Yiling and some of Wen Ruohan's important assets. All eyes are on the Lads in this moment, but they just continue with what they've been doing, except this time it's paired with Wen Qing taking over Xue Yang minding duties while Wen Ning starts familiarising himself with all edges of camp. There is no words needed to agree that Wen Ning is going to be standing with the other archers when the enemy reaches them, no matter what Yu Ziyuan (and a few contrary voices) are saying about him turning on them in the most crucial moments. They obviously haven't been around when he's had multiple opportunities to shank them all up when preparing weapons for this upcoming battle.

The day of battle arrives, with Nie Mingjue and Lan Wangji taking their prime places in the front lines while Jiang Cheng and Jin Zixuan get ready to pick off the bastards as they come running. The enemy do not slow in their approach, remaining at their same pace the whole time - they are more than confident that they will crush the Sunshot Campaign with this one. They may have been holding their own before, but this is the first full assault charged with Wen Ruohan's frustration at Wen Xu's beheading and the loss of his important assets. They are fuelled with righteous anger at such events, and they will be victorious both in the name of Wen Xu, and so they can retrieve the Lads. Blood will be spilled on both sides, but they will soon have the other sects begging for mercy and forgiveness.

Just as Nie Mingjue is about to give the order to charge, however, a low and haunting melody begins to echo out from the forest. The enemy stops as one, as if confused by such a sound, looking around for the source of it. The melody continues, becoming dark and aggressive with every note seeping from it. The air grows thick with resentful energy, and there's a strange tremble in the ground, followed by hands beginning to slam up out of the dirt of the already worn and bloody battlefield. From the trees at either side of the area, clouds of resentful energy begin to form into actual humane shapes - mostly humane, anyway. The melody suddenly cuts off, and everything goes still. Corpses half pulled out of the ground, spirits stopped at the tree line and crows fluttering down to watch the carnage about to unfold.

A figure emerges from the forests, dizi gripped in his hand as he leans back against the tree, greeting them all with a careless wave before raising the dizi to his lips and beginning to play again.

This time, the melody is violent, and the spirits react accordingly.

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the snake monster mad doctor. ﹚: jìngyí herrera 209 .𖹭 ݁

. . . he can write a bad romance !! 🍒 : “ darling, i have dealt with many hearts, but I've never come across one as pretty as yours. ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 209

꒰ species ꒱ snake monster, grim reaper

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ chinese

꒰ age ꒱ 46

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ estj

꒰ alias ꒱ the doctor, the surgeon, doctor herrera, the heartless, the black plague ( by enigma, the resistance ), snakie-boy, snake-bitch ( by haitāo )

꒰ story ꒱ 

sly grins and skilled yet devilish hands. hidden by kind eyes and serene smiles. how could a gaze like that watch with glee the suffering of experiments?

a mad doctor to match his mad scientist for a husband, experimenting and tormenting enigma and inhumans with the excuse of making a better world. jìngyí herrera designs medicines that no other verse has even seen. so what if it's at the cost of a few souls? it's for the greater good. 

so he'll indulge in his insanity. in his horrid morals and his lust for knowledge, for his twisted sense of justice. all if it means succeeding in all of his ambitions and staying at the side of his beloved.

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

oftentimes seen wearing his deceptively kind smile, fooling even the most skeptical of people when they catch a glimpse of the red painted lips stretched out on his face.

deep amber snake eyes are often hidden by a pair of maroon contacts, hiding away the truth like the rest of his general body language and confident posture.

long, silky black hair that falls past his shoulders, usually put into a half-ponytail or let loose.

is able to unhinge his jaw, putting on display, his forked elongated tongue, rows of sharp teeth and his two snake fangs protruding whenever he yawns

wears a wide range of jewellery, thin gold necklaces and chokers covering his neck and shoulders. while his ears are covered in a pair of standard lobe piercings, along with a helix — right ear covered in a conch and tragus piercing. rings covering his fair toned fingers.

stands at the towering height of 6’7 ft ( 201cm ), with a lean and well toned figure.

androgynous, sharp and soft facial features.

very fluid and elegant in the way he moves and overall looks.

primarily dons the red makeup styles.

extremely vintage styled aesthetic in fashion choice, loves wearing poet shirts and suits.

he has a frenum piercing ( peepee piercing )

 

꒰ personality ꒱

deceivingly kind and serene demeanor hiding the sadism and manipulative intentions and ulterior motives.

he is deceptive in every way and form, his sharp intelligence silencing those who speak against him or try to prevent him from succeeding his goals.

has a silver-tongue riddled with false kindness and care the fools that decide to affiliate themselves with him, bringing them into a sense of comfort and security that never was there to begin with — using their confidence as an advantage

on the inside, you see the sinister, sarcastic and malicious sociopath that is the true part of the so-called “goodhearted” poet.

charming and charismatic words and actions concealing the greedy and sadistic side of him.

prefers silence over loud talk, and maintains his anonymity and mystery due to this factor — getting him to talk is not a possibility, even if you tried by forcing it out of him.

can be sassy and give blunt replies to people he finds himself irritated with.

moodiness is a result of both his snake dna and his traumatic past — or because his husband is not around.

calculative and witty — has a great memory and uses it often to note down the speech patterns, movements and body-languages of the people around him.

his perceptiveness is the next in line to his intelligence, you cannot outlie the master liar and manipulator, he knows your tricks.

hard to anger and irritate, and will applaud you for your audacity and stupidity for trying so.

should this man find himself infatuated with someone, he will put his possessiveness and obsessiveness on display. showing you his yandere tendencies and greedy behaviour around them.

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

a yandere lover

very sweet. very verbally and physically affectionate. you see the more humane side of him that others do not

he is exceptionally patient with you. always assuring you when you need and comforting you

he loves spoiling you. especially taking you out clothes shopping and letting you try out whatever it is that you may wish. loves seeing you flustered whenever he pulls you into a clothing shop. flustering you whenever he snatches your waist in front of a mirror

always worshipping your skin with kisses. he can barely keep his hands off of you

possessive, but hides it well with his poetic and loving words. he is most definitely a yandere type. willing to do whatever it takes to keep you at his side.

very verbal about how much he obsesses over you, as much as he is clear in his actions that he wants you for himself and no-one else. should anyone look or talk to you in a way he does not like? he will gouge their eyes out, or use them as his newest “patients”

loves teasing you and flirting with you until you have lost your breath from giggling or whining for him to shut up

a very passionate lover and has no problem in showing his passion for you neither. even when it’s in public

pda? what’s that? he’ll pull you into his lap even in a cafe. or kiss you in booths. have his hands on you. anything to show that you are his

if anyone lays a finger on you. . . they are dead.

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

increased bodily function: advanced strength, speed, agility and durability.

heightened senses: advanced sight, smell, hearing, taste and awareness of surroundings.

healing factor: an average healing factor that heals his injuries far quicker than most

fangs and bite: has a set of snake fangs that can secrete two venoms: a paralytic, which he uses for sedation, and a fatal. he can switch between them. and especially powerful bite

talons & venomous touch: he has talons that secrete high levels of venom. this venom is extracted by thin wired implanted on his wrists that carry his venom to his nails, resulting in venom-induced touches should he use them on someone.

snake physiology: has the flexibility of a snake, therefore his body is able to move in the fluid motion that a serpent would. he is able to dislocate his joints with ease and twist his body in whichever way he prefers. his jaw can unhinge as well.

poison immunity: immune to poisons.

elastic jaw: the ability to unhinge his jaw to drastic measures

hyper climbing and clawing: able to slither up surfaces

seismic sense: able to feel vibrations in a seismic way whenever his limbs touch surfaces. he can feel these from quite awhile ago

enhanced lung capacity: able to hold his breath for longer

stealth: can move around swiftly and quietly

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

poison addiction: due to building up a poison resistance by intaking the substances, he is now immune to poison but in turn has grown addicted to the intake of them. he now does it for the fun of it and as a coping mechanism.

abandonment issues: if he is away from the people he loves. this can result in erratic episodes and even have a negative affect on his physical well-being

fainting: should he grow overwhelmed, he is prone to fainting.

apples: has a mild allergy to apples and takes medication for it.

reapers: not much is known of this condition. . . come back later and perhaps you might find out?

apples: has a mild allergy to apples and takes medication for it.

oranges: has a bad allergy to oranges.

daylight: as a nocturnal reaper, daylight and other bright sources of light can weaken his senses of sight as he is used to the darkness of the night.

d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it. he, especially is affected by this.

extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

rishen herrera: husband, business partner, best friend

yuè mèng yáo: mother, deceased

zhào mùchén: father, deceased

zhào hàoyú: younger brother, deceased

zhào haitāo: younger brother, enemy

zhào xīyáng: younger brother, deceased

wèi lìxuě: enemy

liú tàishī: enemy

alessio agresta arias: ���rival”, deceased

lorenzo agresta arias: enemy

park tae-hyun: enemy

 

꒰ extra ꒱

he is a doctor and has a clinic on the second floor of valence. he specialises in most areas of anatomy and is a skilled doctor and surgeon.

he is also the co-chairman of valence

he is fluent in asl and csl

he speaks chinese ( mandarin ) and spanish ( latin american )

has a cat named Beatrice Herrera Reina the 2nd queen of the abyssal dread

loves old-timey romance movies

as much as he is mature, he does love giving his assistants a good scare every now and then when he thinks they are being lazy. . . and by scare we don’t mean by lighthearted pranks.

likes collecting tea sets.

he sometimes smokes 

[kamenridertime]

Kamen Rider Gavv Episode 27 Review (SPOILERS!)

This episode highlighted a lot of the things we love about Gavv so far. The pacing, the character interactions, the cinematography all (in my opinion) evokes what made the early Heisei Era feel distinct. With that said, the obvious star of the show this week is Suga and his debut as Kamen Rider Bake.

Bake itself feels fairly standard and a little bit underwhelming knowing that he's essentially just Bitter Gavv's Breacookie form as a standalone rider. This isn't to say that we don't think he's cool but it tells me we might not be seeing a lot of him, at least as a rider, later down the line.

The real thing we want to talk about this time though, is the reveal of Suga as a true villain. Up until this point, Suga has been an obviously shady and arguably untrustworthy person which was kicked up quite a bit when we learned about his direct involvement with Stomach and Nyelv. However, this episode has taken Suga from an eccentric (almost cartoonish) mad scientist type and fully revealed him to be a terrifying villain in an almost true to real life way. You can sympathize with Hanto's feelings: being met with the revelation that someone you thought you could trust, someone you allowed to be around people you care about turning out to be a scary and dangerous person. It's like finding out your neighbor has been a serial killer for the whole time you've known them.

With all of that said, the fight choreography this episode was stellar as usual. It's been stressed enough but it's clear to see the wonders Toei's new production schedule has had as a whole on their shows. The fight is excellently shot with great choreography and is a nice showing for Breacookie before it starts getting dog-walked in the next few episodes. Shoma refusing to put up a real fight against a human is a nice touch as well and very in line with Kamen Rider's overall themes. Also we're gonna refrain from talking about realistic depictions of panic attacks but huge props to Hanto's actor this episode.

-1gou

To 1gou’s point of Suga’s revealed villainy, we have known that Suga is sketchy creator of Bitter Gavv, but this slow burn for us is a twist to the characters. This isn’t even to mention the later turn in the episode about how Hanto was lured in.

I feel like Suga’s “disturbing” aspect is best encapsulated in this episode. Everything from the distorted lullaby that plays in his office, to the shadow of that lullaby playing in his theme as he more toys with Gavv than fights him. Watching Shouma get kidnapped on screen, too weak to resist, with Bitter Gavv’s hand on his shoulder as Hanto calls him really shows the deeply intrusive nature the idea of having a clone of oneself truly is. This doesn’t even cover the whatever “K” is, which made our minds run wild at the possibilities. The thought of “oh god, what is he doing now?” really hammered home how disturbing Suga actually becomes this episode.

Another part that really stood out to me was how Suga mentioned the people he sacrificed in the creation of the technology we seen him use throughout the series. Honestly I wouldn’t have thought twice if the show just left the details of how Suga arrived to his methods out, but including the specific number of people he “sacrificed” to get to this point is the cherry on top. It thoroughly frames him as not just sketchy, not just villainous, but disturbing.

All of this reminds me of the body horror inherently associated with Kamen Rider (or at least Showa and Heisei era Kamen Rider). Hanto (and now Suga) undergo and intense surgery in order to become Kamen rider. Hanto can’t go back, he can’t be treated by ordinary people for injuries and complications with this unnatural modification. Having that organ in his chest keeps him firmly entrenched in the world of Granutes and Kamen Riders, and in this episode we see he doesn’t want to go back. I could write a whole post about this subject, but this episode solidifies that violence in Gavv isn’t just kicking monsters until they explode in pyrotechnics, but an invasion of privacy, a removal of agency, and the untold stipulations in a procedure you never intended to undergo.

-2gou

Anyway this post is long enough so we'll be seeing you again for our review of No. 1 Sentai Gozyuger episode 5! Thanks for reading!

Praying that Vram keeps his aura. - 1gou

There's plenty of Vrastumgear Aura to share - 2gou

[anon-argentine]

I think it would be interesting to have a The Substance spin-off/prequel where we get to see what kind of sick people CREATED the stuff in the first place.

Or maybe-

There are two post-grad students, lab partners - a man and a woman. They are trying to finish their research, something that could revolutionize healthcare or make people’s lives easier - but funds are low and grants are hard to come by, so they are looking down the barrel of having to quit their work when suddenly a man appears.

He claims to be working for a company looking to create a serum. Something about unlocking your best self and taking the best of you and giving it new life. It sounds ridiculous, downright fantastical, but the money he offers them is very much real. It’s close enough to their original research objective, they would simply be working for a company and their work would be only for their benefit.

It’s a Faustian bargain, but the company is offering them to further fund their future research too. They just have to do this one serum and they can continue their actually important work. It’s just a simple beauty serum for aging models and desperate beauty queens - what could go wrong?

But then the testing starts. They can’t test it on animals because what does the “best version” of a rabbit even look like? The company insists they test with people. The two scientists protest at first, but they if they quit they lose everything. The money, the lab, the equipment. The company recruits homeless people as lab rats - they clean them up and give them food and a bed in exchange for their participation. Who is going to miss some junkies and hookers?

The horrifying effects of the Substance start appearing and the woman thinks they’ve gone too far. This is unethical with capital U. With every trial to figure out how the side-effects function, the bodies of dead and deformed bodies start to haunt her. She wants to quit - better to leave their research than to continue this madness.

The man tells his partner to think logically and put emotion aside. This could be huge - their work on the Substance could be even more revolutionary than their original research. Their names could go down in history. They can’t quit now.

Maybe the woman threatens to go to the authorities, maybe the man is too ambitious, maybe the Company doesn’t like loose ends. Whatever the case, the woman dies. Her body joins the ones used for testing - she might as well continue to be useful in death, the company decrees. Now with a knot in his stomach, the man is quiet.

The man finishes the Substance but now that he returns to the original research and he realizes he can’t finish it without his partner. He finally starts seeing the deformed bodies in his nightmares, in the mirror, on TV. He starts seeing his partner’s mangled form in the reflective surfaces of the lab, haunting him. He breaks every mirror, but the fractured image makes it worse.

He manages to write down the instructions for the Substance in an attempt at redemption. Maybe the users will realize how terrible it is and won’t use, they will be able to stop what he can’t. He takes his own life in the end.

The Substance is released to the selected few that are able to afford it and are desperate for it. All the deaths and the horror changed nothing. People ignore the warnings they don’t know someone died to give them; they don’t take into consideration what must have happened for the Substance to exist - why should they care? They just want to be young and beautiful again, that’s not a crime. The Substance won.

-

If the Substance is supposed to a critique of Hollywood and the anti-aging industry, this would be a critique of the beauty industry and the unethical business practices behind modern laboratories.

Thanks for listening. Someone get me Coralie Fargeat on the phone, we’ll need a lot more prosthetics.

[ban-styles]

💙 GRIZLOCK / FRYNOK 💛

(art by bestosunglass on tumblr+tiktok!!)

HI!!!

so, one of my fav oc x canon ships is with my oc grizznok & frylock!! im so absolutely obsessed w them ahaha lol so I’d like the time to write a short (?) ship analysis! bcus I would like to display their dynamic and a little bit of their backstory.. how they met etc and how they get along :3

LETS BEGIN RAAHHHHH

so!

grizznok heard about frylock through the grapevine from some of his other plutonian friends/acquaintances, as they have a knack for coming down to earth quite often and annoying the aqua teen hunger force lol - and by word, grizznok heard about how frylock was quite an intelligent scientist!

now, grizznok isn’t stupid - he’s quite smart himself (he just has a very silly and joyous personality) as he has his own ship and develops his own plutonian technology which helps him communicate with the different races throughout the galaxy, the only issue is that he wasn’t sure how to acquire a human form. this was something he was searching for a very long time as he wanted to investigate and document the human race without being drawn much attention to himself. hearing that this scientist - who was named frylock - had a lot of experience and was supposedly ‘one of the smartest beings on earth’, grizznok decides to pay him a visit!

landing outside the house of the hunger force (and destroying poor carl’s car in the process, you can’t have an episode where his car is in tact lol) in his spaceship, the group are immediately interested. frylock floats outside and instantly starts to question him. grizznok leaves the ship and introduces himself to frylock, telling him how he wants him to help produce the technology for a human form. frylock is instantly fed up because he knows exactly where grizznok received this misinformation and he isn’t happy about it, but frylock knows that the plutonian isn’t going to leave unless his request is fulfilled. since frylock is so busy, he tells him that his “assistants” will be able to help him out. frylock then turns to explain to shake and meatwad that they should just take grizznok out his sight and maybe take him to the mall for a “makeover” and claim that they’ve given him a human disguise.

obviously, the two are happy to oblige: 1. meatwad is able to get a new friend and have a fun adventure 2. shake is able to lie and transform grizznok into a punk-metal rockstar of sorts, just as he should be in his image. shake and meatwad take grizznok to the mall as shake goes on his whole tangent about how his buddy frylock trusts him with all this human disguise technology because shake is actually the smarter one out of the three. this ‘technology’, however, is a couple hundred piercings, spiked cuffs and black eye makeup. shake explains that grizznok himself isn’t going to be able to see the disguise - but other people will be able to see him as a normal human.

ecstatic, grizznok insists that the two take him back to their home so he can thank frylock for using this very special technology on him, and reassuring him that he will be careful and not hurt this human body.

on the side, frylock has been working on another particle accelerator machine and has also been having to listen to carl all day as he’s lecturing frylock to ‘pay and fix his car’ once more.

the group return home, and grizznok isn’t late to going up to frylock and absolutely showering him in compliments as he’s frantically shaking one of his fries. a little overwhelmed, frylock eventually thanks him sheepishly. grizznok has now gained an admiration for frylock. grizznok returns to his ship and leaves.

shake is holding back his laughter and meatwad is just happy to have gained a new friend. frylock gets mad at shake for gaslighting grizznok into believing he truly has a human form, but calmed down when he’s eventually reassured by shake that they haven’t destroyed any property and that grizznok won’t be in their hair anymore.

‘and how does their relationship develop?’

great question!

upon receiving one of frylock’s ‘pieces of technology’, grizznok is determined to come back down to earth and display his plutonian technology to frylock as any old scientist would wanna hear about space gadgets, right?

so, grizznok (being as annoying as usual), returns to his car-destroying breaking-and-entering antics.. but is is really breaking and entering if they just leave the doors open?- is grizznok’s exact mindset.

frylock, by surprise, is quite intrigued by these gadgets - it’s safe to say this isn’t grizznok’s last trip to their home. it eventually gets to the point where frylock insists that he comes down more often to show him more of this technology, or that he can show grizznok some things he’s working on/has invented. it’s becoming increasingly obvious that frylock is starting to enjoy grizznok’s company and that he’s spending a lot more time with him.

frylock has even offered to grizznok that he’s free to stay the night wherever, but has to sleep on the cushioned chair in front of the TV.. shake isn’t happy with this as he has to sleep in meatwad’s closet when grizznok decides to stay over.

time passes, a lot more interests are shared and a lot more ‘dates’ are went on and frylock decides to ask grizznok to be his boyfriend. grizznok obviously says yes!

‘headcanons?!’

ofc!?! why wouldn’t I stick them here!?

- ever since frylock has recognised his feelings, a lot of his research has actually gone into figuring out how to create a machine that can shapeshift species - so that he can give grizznok what he really wants.. a human form.

- despite the calendar barrier, frylock and grizznok have tried their hardest to celebrate each other’s birthdays.

- frylock has very easily picked up on grizznok’s personality traits, hobbies, habits, and so much more - most of which grizznok hasn’t even recognised in himself.

- with this, frylock has noticed that grizznok is quite the hypersomniac. he isn’t sure if this is a sign of grizznok overworking himself, or if this just comes with his species, but nonetheless he allows grizznok to sleep whenever he does doze off and occasionally carries him to his (frylock’s) bed or back to his sleeping quarters on his ship.

- grizznok occasionally cooks plutonian meals for frylock, even considering the fact that he’s awful at cooking..

- when grizznok got into playing the guitar, frylock taught him how to set up the amps/speakers.

- frylock is grizznok’s no. 1 supporter when it comes to his music! he’s also helped him produce it!

- grizznok likes to brag about frylock to all his space friends, giving a good word about frylock’s invention and to his reputation overall.

- grizznok gets into the things frylock likes in secret so he has an understanding on what he’s talking about, because he knows it makes him happy.

this is all I have so far - it I’d love to hear some headcanons you guys have for them!!!

they’re my favs hehe…

[jermer10]

How would you feel about writing drabbles about pyro, heavy, medic, scout and spy with a clown/jester reader? :o)

They often engage in trickery, play silly (and sometimes horribly messy!) pranks on people and overall have a goofy personality along with colorful clothing. (You don't have to do it if you don't wanna, I love your writing and headcannons!)

TF2 mercs with a clown/jester reader

gn reader | jester reader is so silly i love it

includes: pyro, heavy, medic, scout, spy

drabbles under the cut :P

Pyro: Pyro loved your vibrant, clownish energy the moment they saw you. With their mutual love of chaos, you quickly became a duo of disaster. Today, you’d rigged up an elaborate prank - fake flowers filled with water in place of Pyro’s flamethrower. You watched as Pyro gleefully sprayed your target, Engineer, soaking him from head to toe in a wave of unexpected water. Engineer groaned, but Pyro clapped in joy, their muffled laughter contagious. You couldn’t help but join. “Ya’ll ever thought about not doin’ this?” Engineer sighed, wiping his face. You just gave him a huge grin, honking your nose with a silly honk. “Where’s the fun in that?” Pyro high-fived you with a grunt, and the two of you ran off to plan your next prank, giggling like school kids.

Heavy: Heavy sat, deep in thought, quietly cleaning Sasha, when you slid into the room. You tiptoed up to him, eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. Your colorful jester outfit clinked with bells, but Heavy didn’t notice—too focused. Perfect. With grand gesture, you reached behind him and pulled out a massive rubber chicken. Waving it like a magician about to perform a trick, you gave a loud squeak by slapping the chicken against Heavy’s back. Heavy slowly turned his head, one eyebrow raised, completely unamused. “You think this is funny?” he asked, though the twitch of his lip betrayed his amusement. “Yes!” you giggled, your clownish laughter ringing through the room. “Very funny!” Heavy shook his head but couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. “You are…very silly.” He let out a small, deep laugh and ruffled your colorful hair. “But Heavy likes silly sometimes.” You beamed, bouncing away to plot your next grand jester act while Heavy watched, shaking his head but smiling fondly.

Medic: Medic was deep in his medical laboratory, concocting some new bizarre experiment, when you decided it was time to bring some color into his sterile workspace. With a wild grin, you quietly slipped in, clutching a bucket of bright, sticky goo. “Ah, mein experiments! Zey are coming along nicely,” Medic mumbled to himself as he worked. You tiptoed closer, your bells jingling slightly, but Medic was too engrossed in his notes to notice. Then, you dumped the bucket of neon goo all over his latest creation. “Was zur Hölle—?!” Medic spun around, eyes wide in disbelief. “What have you DONE?” You stood there, grinning ear to ear, hands on your hips in a victory pose. “Brightened up your day! Science is more fun when it’s colorful!” Medic stared at the mess for a moment before a laugh bubbled up from his chest. “I cannot argue with zat!” He scooped up a bit of the goo and threw it right back at you. Within minutes, the lab was a battlefield of goo, the two of you laughing like mad scientists—or rather, like one mad scientist and their jester accomplice.

Scout: Scout loved your chaotic energy. In fact, he encouraged it. The two of you often teamed up to prank the rest of the team, and today was no different. Armed with a bag of itching powder, you set your sights on Spy’s study armchair. Scout leaned against the doorway, snickering as you sprinkled the powder all over. “You’re a freakin’ genius, ya know that?” he grinned. “Of course!” you twirled around, flashing him a bright smile. “Clowning is an art form!” Spy walked in moments later, completely oblivious. As soon as he sat down, the itching powder kicked in. “What the hell is zhis?!” Spy jumped up, scratching furiously. You burst out laughing, practically rolling on the floor while Scout doubled over, holding his sides. “Oh man, that’s too good!” he wheezed. “You shitheads!” Spy shouted, glaring daggers into your tear streaked faces. Scout gave you a high-five. “We’re the best team, babe. No one can top our pranks!” You took a deep, exaggerated bow, already planning your next chaotic endeavor with him.

Spy: Spy prided himself on his composure, which made you want to test his limits even more. You darted around the base, spreading your pranks, but Spy? Oh, he was your ultimate challenge. Today, you had set up an elaborate ruse: an innocent-looking box rigged with confetti and a loud BANG. Spy walked into the room, his usual air of elegance intact. You hid behind the door, barely containing your glee. As Spy approached the box, he paused. “Hm,” he muttered, already suspicious. But curiosity got the better of him. He lifted the lid, and POP! A spray of confetti exploded in his face, coating him in brightly colored paper. “Mon dieu…” Spy sighed, wiping the confetti from his suit. “You do realize this suit costs more than your life, yes?” You peeked out, grinning. “Totally worth it, monsieur!” Spy looked at you for a long moment, completely unamused. Then, to your surprise, he plucked a piece of confetti from his shoulder and flicked it at you. “You are incorrigible,” he said, though you caught the slight smirk on his face. “I don't know the meaning of the word!” You twirled around, bells jingling as you skipped out of the room.

[themarsmaiden]

Yuri Drabble <3

Gn!Reader

CW: mentions of dissecting skin, its anomolous not human though

“Knock Knock!” The honor student makes their way into Mortkraken’s lab, much to the displeasure of the man working down there.

“Knock Knock? You intrude on the great Yuri Isami’s work with, Knock Knock?” He puts down his scalpel in a fit.

[Name] nods, “Duty calls from the big man.” They smile holding up a case file. “Put it on the operating table, I’ll get to it in a minute.”

He picks back up his scalpel and starts working on a chunk of anomolous skin in front of him. The honor student does as told then walks over to him, leaning over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” They ask, which alerts the young scientist to their new way to close position.

He flushes lightly, startled, but plays it as cool as he possibly could. “I’m dissecting this piece of flesh to further inspect its insides! What does it look like? An idiot could have figure that out!”

They laugh, “Sure, whatever you say.”

He forcefully turns his attention back to the anomaly in front of him, “And what do you mean by that?”

“Nothing Yuri, nothing.” The honor student waves him off, walking to the other side of him to get a different view of what he’s doing. “How long have you been at this?” Their eyes motion themselves to the scrap pile of different anomolous skin.

“20 hours. And I expect to be at it for another 10.” He works carefully on the sample, not bothering to look up once more.

[Name] shakes their head and tsks, grabbing his hands and taking the scalpel from him. “Then that’s enough for you.”

He blushes like a mad man, “W-what in the world are you doing, you are interfering with the great Yuri Isami’s work!!!” he tries to grab the scalpel back, but they restrain his hands in theirs. (Not a hard task considering the doctor was rather weak.)

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” They pull him up and wrap their hand in his, “Let’s get you to bed, and then you can worry about the flesh and also the case.”

Yuri grumbles in displeasure, arguing the whole way up to his room, but never fighting the honor student’s touch.

For the rest of the week he would wonder why this was, not realizing a crush was blooming.

— <3

A/N : I love Yuri and no one writes for him :(( he’s so silly and I don’t have a teacher anymore for my second period so I have nothing to do so!! I wrote this drabble, it’s not my best work ever but he deserved something imo.

If you guys are interested, I may write a long form Yuri fic!! A rivals to lovers story set in a normal high school setting, just something to fill my time in second ^^! Please lmk if y’all’d read that!!!

[dandylovesturtles]

late night posting but I had a thought that spiraled into mostly Disaster Twins banter and I wanted to write it just because of that

I have no plan I’m just going sorry if it just kinda ends

takes place immediately after the events of Evil League of Mutants

———

Donnie’s in his bunk, doing one last nightly check of all his socials, when the curtain to his room is opened and shut. He doesn’t have to look to know who it is - his other brothers have the decency to knock.

“What do you want, Leo?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Donnie hears the sound of his desk chair rolling over concrete and looks down to see Leo making himself comfortable, reclined back so he can see Donnie without craning his neck.

Great. Donnie returns to his phone and waits for Leo to speak.

“I just can’t stop thinking about what happened today.”

“A lot of things happened today, so you’ll have to be more specific.”

“Uh, about Lou Jitsu being our dad, duh! I mean, it’s crazy!”

“Oh, I know.” Donnie actually grins at that, looking up at his ceiling. “Of all the people it could have been! You know, I’ve sequenced all our DNA, and if I go through the data perhaps I can isolate his badassery in genetic form!” He wiggles in excitement. “Maybe I can even make my own Lou Jitsu clone…”

“Okay, cool it on the mad scientist junk for a second,” says Leo, rudely jerking him out of his tiny Lou Jitsu fantasies. “I’m just saying… he’s our dad.”

“Yes, as we’ve established.”

“I mean, all four of us.”

“Good job, Leo, you are two for two.”

“And that makes us brothers. Like… biologically.”

“Yes, very good. You have a fifth grade understanding of biology, gold star.” He looks away from his phone and down at Leo, and feels a sudden rush of panic. “Aaaand you aaare emotional about this… for some reason.”

“Am not,” argues Leo, even though he clearly is. Leo doesn’t cry much, but sometimes his eyes get all big and shiny like he wants to, and now is one of those times.

Donnie cringes. “Are you sure you don’t want to have… whatever conversation this is with Raph or Mikey?”

“No.” Leo scowls. “They’d be all… weird about it.”

“I’m going to be weird about it!”

“Dee, can you just… listen a sec?”

He knows if he tells Leo no after that, Leo will get up and leave… but he feels bad doing that. No matter what reasoning led him to choose Donnie to hear out these feelings, if Leo gets rejected he’ll never tell anyone and just sulk in his room instead.

So Donnie sighs. “Fiiine. But I’m not sharing any emotions tonight.”

Leo snorts, but after a second he starts talking again. “I just… know it shouldn’t matter, because we’re brothers no matter what. But… I don’t know. I always thought, since we’re different species… But now I know we all have the same dad! And it doesn’t matter, but… doesn’t that make you kinda… happy?”

Leo’s looking at him expectantly, and Donnie mulls it over. Does it make him happy? He’s never thought too much about it before, but maybe there is something nice about sharing that connection.

He already said he’s not talking about feelings, though, and anyway… “I already knew.”

Leo is out of the chair and in his face in a second flat. “What do you mean you already knew?”

“Not that Lou Jitsu is our dad, obviously!” He isn’t intimidated by Leo, but he pulls back anyway so he has more room to properly display his annoyance. “But I sequenced our DNA, remember? And it took some work, because of the highly complex processes involved and the fact that we don’t have DNA that is purely human or turtle-“

“Donnie-“

“-anyway, I isolated our human DNA and found enough similarities to determine there was a 92% chance our human donor was the same person. So I already knew that we are biologically brothers.”

Leo gapes at him. “And you didn’t think to tell us that!?”

“I tried to tell you! I laid all my findings out in a powerpoint, and you said, and I quote, “Donald, it’s been fifteen slides already, if you have any more I’m shoving you in a sewer pipe and leaving you for the rats.””

“Hey, don’t pin this on me! You’re the one who didn’t put the important information up front! Effective scientific communication is critical!”

“The point is that it’s all important, and thus impossible to pare down! So if you could just be patient once and a while, you’d actually learn something!”

“Well maybe I just thought you would tell us something this important straight out!”

Donnie is all geared up to keep fighting him on this, but just like how he can tell when Leo is emotional but trying to hide it, he can tell when Leo is hurt and trying to hide it. Arguing doesn’t feel good when it’s like this.

He backs down with a small shrug of surrender. “I just… didn’t think it was that important. I mean, it’s like you said… We’re brothers no matter who our human donor or donors are.”

The hurt slips off Leo’s face as easily as it came, and he smiles just a little. “Yeah?”

“Yes. And if I’m saying it then it’s obviously right.”

Leo rolls his eyes, but he’s still got that smile so Donnie knows all is forgiven.

Leo decides to extend an olive branch too, apparently, because the next thing he says is, “What would you even do with a Lou Jitsu clone, anyway?”

“I haven’t decided.” He looks at Leo, then sighs and scoots over. “Since you’re here, you can help me brainstorm.”

Leo’s smile turns into a full grin, and he pulls himself up into the bunk. It’s a tight squeeze, but they fit.

[a-gil-rebel]

Haven't been able to write much lately other than a few drabbles for the Overlords AU Discord, but was going through some of my unposted works and found this gem of a scene from Wrong Twin (a Reverse Portal AU featuring an older Mason and Mabel living with their mad-scientist great-uncle Dr. Pines for their last summer before senior year of high school)

Not sure when I'll start properly working on this series since its planned to be longer, so have this for now < 3

Mason kept his face down even in the expanse of nothingnesss around him for minutes, hours, he couldn't be sure. Arms over his head in front of him, thumb and forefingers spaced out to create a triangle. He prayed to the demon until his voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.

Benevolent, all knowing, all powerful.

His knees ached, and it took every ounce of willpower not to shift his weight, something inside him knowing it wouldn't be taken well.

Master, King, God.

Every joint screamed and he was sure he'd stopped thinking full thoughts about fourty seven hundred compliments ago.

"That's enough."

The demon king finally allowed him to rest, and Mason swallowed what little moisture was left in his throat, not daring to move until told. "I'm impressed, by your dedication, at least. It's pathetic and very human, but the praise was delicious nonetheless. I suppose it's my turn to keep up my end of the deal now, hm? Sit up." It barked, and Mason jolted a bit, slowly sitting up, staring at the yellow triangle before him.

Under the single eye was a strange flowing X, almost like a bowtie, but made of some otherworldly material, shifting psychedelic hues of pink, teal, yellow, orange. Floating above its peak was a tophat, the brim of which pulled up in several points to form a crown.

The eye itself was a simple white sclera and vertical black pupil, it didn't seem to blink, a blue-black tongue occasionally sliding over its surface to re-wet it. Mason's mind wandered to how exactly the demon's biology worked.

"That meatbag, the one Stanford Pines threw through the portal ten years ago-"

"His name is Stanley."

Mason immediately regretted interrupting when the demon banged his cane on the base of the throne he sat on.

"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO" The triangle, now a glowing bright red, boomed, and Mason flinched, bowing at the waist in apology.

"Apologies, your majesty."

After a beat of silence, its anger seemed to pass, and it spoke to him as if nothing had ever happened.

"As I was saying, the human is alive."

Mason shot up and looked at the demon, a thousand questions running in his mind, held back by his teeth digging into his tongue. The demon continued.

"Alive, a wonderfully pathetic toy I break and put back together, a wonderful game of cat and mouse, letting him go and dragging him back."

Mason's stomach churned at the idea of the demon using his Grunkle Stanley like a toy, rage burning in his chest. He could taste blood in his mouth from biting his own tongue, which shouldn't be possible considering from what he understood, he wasn't even in his physical body.

"I-Is he-"

"Ah ah ah, All I promised was to tell you if he was alive or not. And I have. Now... unless you have more to offer me..." the demon sounded hungry, and it made his throat sieze up, "Leave."

"I-I don't know how." Mason admitted, flinching at the fake laughter that resounded.

"Its funny how dumb you are." It droned, then the demon snapped his fingers, and Mason jolted upright, gasping and coughing, looking around. He was back in the cave, in front of the painting of the demon Bill Cipher. How long was he out? Daylight didn't reach far enough for him to tell, and his lamp was far too dim, its batteries dying quickly. His body ached, somehow worse than it had in the mindscape. Wobbling to his feet, he gathered up his books and dead phone into his bag, grabbing his lantern and started out of the cave. The battery on his lantern started to flicker barely a few steps from the painting.

"Nonono, come on please!" He knocked it a few times, but it was no use. Reaching out and blinking into the inky blackness, he tried to blindly find his way out of the cave system. Slick, sharp rock walls came up around him, and he squeezed through the narrow passage, trying to ignore the claustrophobia pressing down onto him. Heart pounding in his ears, nothing but the sound of his own panicked breath echoing around him kept him company. Finally the passage opened back up, and he kept his hand along the left wall to follow it. Thats what he'd done on the way in, right?

No, if he'd hugged the left wall on the way in, that meant he was on the wrong-

"GAH!" Mason cried out as his ankle twisted in a hidden dip in the stone, sending him stumbling down into a crevice filled with water up to his chest. Panic shot through him at the impossibly icy temperature, mind going into shock. "No! Help! Please! Somebody!" Hyperventilating, he clawed at slick stone. This was it, he would die here. Stanley was out there, somwhere, alone. He was the only one who knew he was alive and he was about to die.

No.

He wouldn't let that happen.

He couldn't.

Taking a breath, he held it, then slowly released. Keeping his breathing even, he looked around, realizing some dim lighting was coming from the far side of the channel, which may as well have been staring into the sun with how dark it was elsewhere.

Shuffling along the ledge, he made his way toward the starlight until the footing dropped out from under him. Carefully lowering himself up to his neck in the water, he swam across the rest of the way, crawling up the more forgiving slant to the main cave, and the stars above. Shit. He was definitely past curfew. Stumbling out of the cave, he didn't let himself stop moving, afraid if he stopped to rest he'd never get back up. Oregon nights were cold, even more so when soaked in water. Why did that damn cave have to be so far from the Hut? It didn't help his ankle was most definitely sprained, if not broken. He didn't even become aware of the gash on his arm and another on his chest until the pooling blood warmed the fabric that clung to it. Shit.

Hobbling up the Hut stairs, it took him too many tries to grip the handle just to find it locked.

"N-n-n-no." His teeth chattered, and he leaned on the door, desperately trying to get in. "F-F-F-Ford-!" He shouted, but his voice was hoarse from praise, slamming his fist into the door, leaning against it still on one foot when it gave out from under him.

"Curfew was four hours-!" Dr. Pines started yelling until he fell against him, not even able to grip his coat before sliding down, entire body shivering, lightheaded and weak. "Mason!"

Mason tried to apologize, but all that came out was his teeth chattering. Ford hooked his arms under his shoulders, trying to pull him to his feet, then dragging him to the living room. Hardly was one, only having a small loveseat, the rest whiteboards and bookshelves of his research, not even a TV to its name. He tried to kick off his shoes, whimpering trying to use the sprained one, but the movement caught Dr. Pine's attention.

"What are you doing!?" He demanded.

"S-s-s-shoes off in-n h-h-h-house-"

"For the love of- Mason you are soaked, bleeding, and probably hypothermic according to those blue lips. I am not concerned about your shoes, I am concerned about you!"

Mason looked up at Ford in shock. Concerned? About him? He heard that wrong, right? Before he could process the comment any further, Ford was pulling off his flannel and taking his soaked bag.

"You need to get out of those clothes, can you dress yourself?" Mason nodded, not entirely sure, but Ford ran off, coming back with the pajamas he usually wore. They had been in a drawer, when had he even noticed what he wore? "Change, I'll be right back."

After a few failed tries to unbutton his jeans and just sliding them off instead, he shakily got himself into the pajama pants, and was struggling into the shirt when Ford came back.

"Wait, let me dress these wounds first." Mason obeyed, staying as still as his shaking body could while Ford cleaned and bandaged the cuts. "What happened to your eye?" He asked, and Mason blinked, touching his face shakily, where a bloodied tear stained his fingers. What did happen? He could still see, had he cut his face?

"I n-n-don't know."

Ford frowned, uncharacteristcally gentle as he wiped away the blood stain running down his cheek. He helped him into his shirt, grabbing blankets from a chest behind the couch and sitting next to him, wrapping the blankets around them both and pulling him close. Mason's brain short-circuted. Had he ever been this physically close to Dr. Pines? The couldn't hardly handle a handshake, let alone whatever this hug was.

"Blankets can only do so much when your core body temperature is so low. This should help warm you up carefully."

Right, this was just survival 101. Body warmth. Yeah, it was weird but it felt... way too nice to pull away. Ford was warm, and thats what he desperately needed to get his teeth to stop clacking. Sighing, he layed his head against Ford's sweater, feeling his great-uncle rubbing his arm carefully around his wound to try and warm him.

"Mason, what happened to you? Where did you go?"

He bit his lip, shaking his head. "I d-d-dont know... just on a h-hike and fell... woke up... water... or maybe.... woke up... fell... I... I don't remember." He lied, shaking for a different reason. "I-I'm sorry I broke c-c-curfew I didn't-"

"Mason, do not apologize." Ford spoke to him with a gentleness he'd never heard before. "I know I can be... strict. But its because I want you and your sister to turn out alright. I act the way I do in hopes to help you. But I... I hope you know if you are ever, ever in any danger, I will stop everything to help you."

He blinked, pulling the words over in his mind methodically, like pulling taffy on a hook. Swallowing hard, he nodded. More bloodied tears spilling from his eyes and he shakily rubbed them away before they could stain the already ruby sweater.

"Just try to relax, you'll warm up soon, Lee." Ford soothed, not even noticing he'd said his brother's nickname instead of Mason. Had Stanley gotten hypothermia once? At a time when Ford was there to help him through it? His racing thoughts started to loop, sluggish and one-dimensional as he nodded off to sleep, dreaming of a lightning storm.

---

Mabel came home from her sleepover fairly early for her, since Grenda had soccer practice barely an hour after sunrise. It was 100,000% worth it to see what, or who, was asleep on the couch in the Murder Hut. Grabbing her polaroid camera out of her overnight bag, she grabbed a few good pictures of Mason and Ford asleep on each other.

"Looks like the boys had a good night too." She giggled, speaking quietly. Putting one in Grunkle Ford's nearby journal, she brought the rest to her room for herself, before conceding one to Mason's drawer as well.