#glowy over over cause why not

[somerandomdudelmao]

Why do I feel like Oscar's mom is completely open about her Uranium™ makeup giving people cancer but it's so glowy and cool that people do it anyway?

Uranium Makeup, statistically less likely to give your friends and family cancer than smoking! (Claim-based-on-comparison-of-smoking-18-packs-of-cigarettes-an-hour-vs-bimonthly-application-of-Uranium-eyeshadow. Please-wear-responsibly)

Her eye shadow will cause you to go blind after ten years of using it, but her PR company has made sure people watch beauty bloggers and tiktoks instead of scientific research💅

It also heavily advertised as a high quality luxury brand that makes you look rich so everyone kind of losing their last brain cells over anything with the logo~

[urhoneycombwitch]

honey, I’m home

🍯 honey flavour: Xmas fluff and smut drabble

🐝 the beebees: linecook!Eddie x reader

wc: 2.5k

Content warnings: soft dom Eddie, smut, oral (f receiving), reader has fem anatomy, gratuitous use of the nickname ‘princess’, Christmas fluff

foreword: so many delish linecook!Eddie ideas out there I’m throwing my hat into the ring. holiday edition. i wrote this while hiding in my room from relatives lol. my first time w/longer-form on tumblr like this send help I’m scared!!!!

Linecook!Eddie working a long shift at the diner ‘cuz he picked up shitty Christmas Eve hours to be with you all day Christmas, which he swore was worth it despite your earlier protests.

You’ve got some of the Gang over at the trailer helping you wrap presents; everyone’s hands are busy with mugs of cocoa and Scotch tape and too-long ribbons.

Robin and Steve are squabbling over a prized tube of wrapping paper on the couch, Max and El are stretched out on the floor stringing popcorn garlands, and you’re overseeing Dustin’s attempts at bow-tying on the coffee table when Eddie walks in.

And he’s scuffing his boots on the mat, shaking snow from his hair, sidling up to you when you stand to greet him and pressing his face into your neck. You squeak at his cold nose and you can feel him smile against your skin as he hugs you tighter.

“Are you gonna keep making out with your girlfriend or are you gonna help us?” Dustin grouses, irritable from all the energy he’s expended on the bows that just don’t look quite right.

You move to pull away, feeling a lil chastised (by a teenager, no less) but Eddie slips his strong arm around your waist, locking you in place, not bothering to break eye contact with you as he says resolutely, “I’m gonna keep making out with my girlfriend.”

He plants one on you right in front of everyone and although your first instinct is to feel embarrassed it’s quickly drowned out by the desire to keep kissing him, because my god can that boy kiss. And he does. With gusto. Ringed hands on either side of your face, thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks.

There are girlish giggles coming from the pair on the floor; Dustin’s grumbling about needing bleach for his eyes, Steve calls out something about you and Eddie getting a room.

Without missing a beat or taking his lips from yours, Eddie lifts a hand from your face to flip the boy on the couch off. When he finally does pull back, it’s just enough to ask, quietly, as if you’re the only people in the room- “You have dinner yet, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, his one hand still resting on your cheek, a little out of breath- “No, uh, nope. We were waitin’ for you, thought we’d order pizza, or…”

You trail off. He looks downright fucking beautiful, in the soft, glowy Christmas lighting, white work tanktop peeking out from his black and blue flannel, glint of silver chains at his neck. You haven’t seen him since early this morning, when he’d pressed a kiss to your half-awake head and left for work. Now he was here, smelling like woodsmoke and maple syrup and looking at you with those doey eyes and all you want to do is press kisses against his adam’s apple until he melts under you and why oh why had you invited people over again…?

“I’m going to make my beautiful girlfriend here something to eat. Would any of you miscreants care for some grub?” Eddie finally turns his attention to your group of friends, who all claim hunger in equal measure, and you follow him into the kitchen.

You watch as he starts assembling a variety of mixing bowls and utensils on the counter, whistling as he goes; you hug your arms against yourself, dragging a sock foot against the tile.

“I can help,” you offer as Eddie kneels beside you to produce a waffle iron from the cabinet by your legs. “I can stir things, or make sides, o-or…”

Eddie’s warm palm is sliding up the back of your calf, causing you to stutter. He nuzzles his nose against your plaid pajama-covered thigh, briefly, like he can’t help it, before standing back up.

“With these hands?” He teases gently, setting the waffle maker down and pulling your hand to his lips. “Nah. Gotta keep my girl soft.”

You let him kiss the back of your hand and you rotate it in his grasp, palm-up now, his lips pressing against the center there, and you try again to get him to let you help, because he just worked a 12-hour shift and you know he must be bone-tired by now.

With your voice barely above a whisper- “I could… get the plates out…”

One final kiss to your palm, and then he’s looking at you with such fondness, calloused thumb tapping where his lips just were. “Does breakfast for dinner strike your fancy, good lady?”

When you nod, he says with affectionate sternness, “Good. Now go sit pretty in the living room and get out of my kitchen.”

So you obey, cozying up to Robin on the couch to help her with the last few presents amid the bickering still taking place between her and Steve. Nat King Cole serenades from the tinny radio speakers above the clattering in the kitchen, and Dustin’s mood improves drastically once El offers to show him the ropes of popcorn stringing, half-tied bows abandoned at the coffee table.

You look up periodically from your tape sticking to check on Eddie- at some point, he’d put his hair in a low bun and tied his flannel around his hips, the heat of the kitchen causing his bangs to go limp. He’s in good spirits despite the sleepiness you know he’s fighting, humming along to the radio while he coaxes perfectly golden waffles from the iron and onto the Charlie Brown-themed plates you two had bought at the thrift store for fifty cents apiece last summer.

He sweeps into the living room with plates of steaming food balanced on his forearms, his stability impeccable and arms deceptively strong from years of hefting shit around in the kitchen. Obviously, you’re the first to get your plate, dropped off with a little kiss to the crown of your head, but no one’s complaining this time around because they’re too busy chewing.

Eddie’s personalized each order, of course- extra syrup to satiate El’s sweet tooth, blueberries baked into Steve’s stack, a side of peanut butter for Robin paired with a thick handled-butterknife.

Eleven looks up from where she sits cross-legged beside Max and says in a voice that leaves no room for disagreement, “You are the best cook in Hawkins.”

Eddie beams at her around a mouthful of waffle, knocking his shoulder into yours lightly- “You hear that, honey? Supergirl-approved chef at your service.”

Sticky plates get scraped clean and pushed aside, a rosy fullness lulling everyone into easy conversation about various holiday plans happening tomorrow. Eddie’s settled into your side on the couch, sliding his hand back and forth absently across your thigh, and you can tell by the vacant stare he’s giving the far wall that he’s running on fumes (though he’d never admit it in front of anyone but you, all too happy to give and give until there’s nothing left).

So you make the call for the both of you, giving a dramatic stretch and yawn- “All right, gang, I’m beat. Let’s call it for tonight and pick back up on Christmas?”

There’s a bustle of activity for the next few minutes; you and Steve hunt down everyone’s winter gear, getting the kids back into their gloves and warm hats while Robin helps Eddie with the dishes. In a flurry of see-you-tomorrows and calls for safe driving, Eddie pulls the front door shut and snicks the top lock closed.

“Finally,” he groans, and you can’t hold back the laugh that bubbles from you with the speed at which he has you caged against the wall, trailing a line of kisses down your throat, his sleepy state seemingly abandoned for a much hornier one.

“Somethin’ funny?” he muses, before sucking at the spot where your shoulder and neck join, your laugh catching and rolling into a gasp instead.

“Didn’t think so,” Eddie chuckles, darkly, against the hollow of your throat, adding a scrape of teeth over the bruise that’s sure to bloom. “You gonna be a good girl and let me have dessert?”

Your brain is already going fuzzy as he bullies his hands underneath your shirt, cold rings sending shivers across your body as they slide against your lower back, the plush curve of your hip, dipping down down down.

“Don’t you wanna-” your voice comes out shaking, interrupted by another gasp as Eddie’s hands find the bare meat of your ass and he squeezes, bordering that fine line between too harsh and too good that he knows you love- “-shower, or clean up a bit? I can run you a bath-”

Eddie slips his denim-clad thigh between yours, and fuck the presure is just right as he helps your core roll over his knee with his solid grip.

“I think…” he purrs low against the shell of your ear, grinning when your breath gets all shallow and quick, “you should come on my fingers like I’ve been dreamin’ about all day. And then we’ll talk about cleaning up.”

He makes a compelling argument. Resigned, you let your head thunk back against the wall as he sinks to his knees, pulling your pants down your legs as he goes.

You’ve soaked through your underwear at this point, which might’ve been embarrassing except for the fact that Eddie’s told you before how much it gets him going, evident now by the outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans.

“All for me, princess?” he murmurs, face so close to your clothed core that you can feel his breath.

He gets like this sometimes, downright reverent, and you know any attempt you make to hide from him will just wind him up more, so you fight that instinct to balk as he parts your thighs with tender, worshipful hands, and instead whisper “Yeah, Eds. All for you.”

He hums in approval, nosing at the front of your panties, hooking his long, deft fingers into the sides of them before tugging them down your thighs and tossing them aside.

“There she is,” he croons, as if it’s just him and your pussy now. “Don’t cry for me, baby, I’m here now, gonna take care of you…”

You jolt forward into his grasp as he slides his middle finger against your sticky folds, your hands seeking purchase and ending up in the soft curls at the top of his head that didn’t make it to the bun at the nape of his neck.

“All day, I work over a hot griddle,” Eddie mutters as he hooks your knee over his shoulder. “I make shit wages and shittier tips,” he continues, monologuing, the smug son of a bitch, his breath fanning over your now-exposed core, one hand coming up to rest on the softness of your stomach, pinning you in place right where he wants you- “And you know what makes it all worth it, baby?”

He pauses just before his mouth makes contact with your pussy, flicking his gaze up to you to assess the damage he’s done so far, his pupils blown wide with lust, nearly eclipsing the soft brown of his irises. You’re panting now, in little fits and gasps, doing your best to be gentle with the weaved grasp you have on his hair.

“You,” he says, before closing the gap and sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, back arching off the wall, seizing at his hair and unconsciously tugging his mouth tighter against you.

Eddie hums again, the vibrations sparking more pleasure against your throbbing clit. You could probably come from this stimulation alone but Eddie isn’t wasting any time, hungry for you to fall apart for him as he works one of his dextrous fingers into your dripping core.

You cry out wordlessly as he finds that spot with the pad of his finger, stroking against it, purling his tongue around your clit in tandem with the thrust of his hands, adding another finger as you clench around him.

He’s only been at it for a few minutes but you’re already dangerously close to the edge, lust burning and twisting in your stomach, your body shuddering in his hold.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he’s saying into the juncture of your thigh, pleading- with you or your cunt, hard to say- as his hand on your stomach slips down, using the thumb of that hand to press your clit against your pubic bone, a filthy slick grind that has you whimpering expletives.

“Fuck, Eddie, fu-uck…”

One of your legs is still over his shoulder, thighs spasming with your impending orgasm, and from your higher vantage point you watch as Eddie’s hand that isn’t busy between your legs drops from the outside of your thigh to his own lap.

He grinds shamelessly into the heel of his hand, rutting his clothed cock into his palm, chasing his own high as he adds another finger into your clenching core, setting a brutal pace that matches the speed at which he’s moving against himself.

It’s this picture- Eddie, on his knees, mouth on your clit, touching himself- that is your undoing. Your orgasm is blinding, crashing through you like a wave, curling the top half of your body around Eddie’s head as you cradle his skull against your core.

By the sound of it, Eddie’s coming, too, moans buried into your cunt as he wrings out the last of your orgasm, the squelch of your walls cinched taut around his fingers.

You have to physically push his head away with the tips of your fingers to get him to ease up- you know he could easily go another two, three rounds before being satisfied but your limbs are going weak and trembly and you want him close, that rush of endorphins leaving you hazy.

And Eddie knows, instantly, ‘cuz he always does, so good at reading you. He lets your leg slip from his shoulder and stands to kiss you, the tangy taste of you on his lips.

“You’re so hot,” he says, thunking his foreheard against yours, holding you close. “I meant what I said, y’know- think about you all day. Gotta take trips to the walk-in freezer just to stop the boners.”

He looks overly pleased when you laugh, giddily, and soothes his hands up and down your bare arms.

“You gonna shower with me? Didn’t even getta see the girls,” he laments, dropping his gaze to the front of your shirt, rucked-up from his wandering hands but still very much on.

“Anything for you, chef,” you indulge, giggling again as Eddie gives a kiss each to the tops of your breasts.

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if you’re reading this PLEASE know my anons/requests are open I am in desperate need of more ST mutuals!!!

[xxacademy]

Two Fangs of Your Affection

Astarion x Gn!reader

Flirtatious banter with your most favorite vampire on a hot summer’s day.

Content warnings: not proof read, reader wearing a dress, heavy flirting, everyone in camp wants you too.

A/N: Inspired by some iconic Astarion romance dialogue that I can’t seem to get out of my head.

“Darling, you know not to wear dresses like that around me.” Astarion was practically drooling as you joined him at his campsite.

You wore an airy peasant dress constructed from soft white linen. The bodice was tight around your waist, and the length of the dress was beautifully tiered with slits down the sides that flowed down to your bare feet.

That’s all you wore. No under garments, despite how sheer your dress was.

“It’s too hot out, it’s all I can stand to wear,” you drew out the words, clearly over exaggerating.

“Poor thing you are, it even seems you’ve attracted the pitying glances of Wyll and Shadowheart.” Astarion returned to his book. He sat tall on a wooden chair that was angled directly toward the sun, he soaked up every bit of its scorching rays.

You lay across from him, stretching out along a little shaded area atop his array of mismatched carpets. You were the embodiment of ethereal beauty as sweat glistened on your skin, causing a glowy sheen along every exposed area.

“I suppose I could find someone else to pester then,” your finger toyed with your bottom lip.

Astarion raised an eyebrow, looking up from his book, and gulping as his crimson eyes raked your body with a sultry glare. “I never once said you bothered me.”

“Well, you don’t seem interested,” you crossed your arms.

“Don’t seem interested? My dear— I’m moments away from ripping open that beautiful neck of yours for an afternoon snack.” Astarion plopped his book face down in his lap. “I know your little game, and I hope you know it always ends the same way.”

“How does it end?” You teased.

“With you, begging me for more.” He said plainly, almost too casually.

“How does it feel being so full of yourself?” You laughed, stretching your legs out longer so that just your feet reached the sunshine.

“Or if you prefer, I can leave you gasping for breath as I drink all your blood away.”

You rolled onto your stomach, head resting in your palms as you held Astarion’s stare, smiling. “That sounds splendid.”

“Hm, there’s a reason why you’re my favorite,” Astarion said getting up from his chair, and sitting on the ground next to you. “Gods, it is hot out, isn’t it?”

You sat up, draping your arms lovingly around Astarion’s shoulders, “Certainly it’s too hot to be hugging you, at least with all this fabric.” You said, tugging at his white ruffled blouse.

“Don’t be daft, sweetheart,” Astarion said resting his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re the one flaunting your skin to a vampire.”

You brought your lips to Astsrion’s ear and whispered “Perhaps it’s on purpose.”

“Hm?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You can have me, all of me. If you would like, of course.”

Astarion longingly pressed a kiss into the back of your hand, followed by his fangs gently pricking your delicate skin, but he quickly pulled away. “Tonight— I’ll come find you, and we can go somewhere… Quieter. For now, run along, and show the rest of the people how absolutely superb you look in that dress.”

[thesharktanksdriver]

Being Jason Todd's kid (Platonic)

Warning: at the beginning y/n has a shitty mom and neglectful (+abandoning them) plus a mention of Jason’s death of being beaten

You knew for a long time your mom didn’t love you, even your young 8 year old mind could tell

From the way she looked at you with disdain and disgust

She was still your mom though so you loved her

Loved her despite the yelling and sending you to your room with a granola bar as your dinner

It was fine

Everything was fine

All you had to do was keep doing your best to make her love you like in the books you’d read at school

So you did your best to appease her

You’d bring her the sticks that would create the smelly wisps of smoke that would stain her gnashing teeth as she yelled at you

Or bring in the amber coloured drink in glass bottle she liked

You tried it once cause the tap didn’t make water anymore but you didn’t like it

It felt as if it was burning your throat and tongue as it slithered down your parched throat like venom from a snake

When she feel asleep on her chair you’d place a blanket around her but left the tv on

She got mad at you cause of that the first time

You made rules in your mind on how to properly dance around the tiggers that would make her angry

Some you didn’t really understand as to why she got angry over it but you avoided it anyways

Just keeping quiet and silently going about your day to make her as happy as you could

She never took you out much, often leaving you at home when she’d get groceries or went to work

But as a surprise she told you that you’d be going with her to carry the bags

It was night, but you didn’t mind it much since you’d always preferred it

Made getting your mom the smelly sticks easier when it was the man at the cashier at 711

Eventually as you walk further into the city with her you see that your in an area you’d never been before

It’s scary, really scary but you don’t say a word

You don’t say anything when she tells you to wait at the curb beneath a streetlight as she walks off

Cold concrete kissing your palms as you sit there, a lone 8 year old waiting

Still wearing pyjamas and barefoot as the cold chill of the night began to set in

It’s nothing you can’t handle, besides she’d be back soon

She said she would

And if your actions were right you couldn’t break a promise

She’s just taking awhile is all

Maybe it was busy!, yeah that had to be it

People were just busy shopping cause they were at work in the day

So you wait some more

And some more

And now your shaking as you hug yourself

You can’t go home cause you don’t k is the way back and your afraid to leave incase she came back and got mad

There’s a slight chatter sound as your teeth clatter from how much your shaking

The tears feel so cold against your cheeks that you swear they might become frozen to them

There isn’t any noise except for the occasional honk streets away, the night is calm

Until there’s a marsh crash and curses come from the alleyway across from where you sit

It makes you go still and tense

Until a man exits it wearing an odd red mask with glowy eyes

He stumbles out and curses with a weird almost electric sound to his voice before he locks eyes with you

“Oi kid!, what are you doing out so late and alone?”

He takes as step forwards and you scoot back a little bit, still shaking as he now notices how your not wearing much on a cold night

He takes off his jacket

“If I give you my jacket will you tell me your name?”

“I heard I’m not supposed to talk to strangers…can you tell me your name?”

At this nods and as he got closer you dont back away like before

You let him place the large jacket over your shoulders, it’s big and bulky and reminds you of a blanket with the fluff on the inside

He says his name is red hood, something that makes your eyes light up with familiarity

You’d heard about him from your mom watched the news, mentions if the name but never what he looked like

There was also something with him and Batman? But you didn’t really know a lot about it from the snippets you heard

“Does that mean your a hero?.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that. But close enough”

“That’s cool, mom said that hero’s were a sham. I always thought their cool, I’m y/n by the way”

“Kid how old are you?, what are you doing out here?”

You go to hold your fingers up to show him but you don’t remember what’s past five

Mom pulled you out of preschool saying she’d Homeschool you but never did

Whatever you had learned was from tv and the limited books you could read

You begin to tear up in frustration

“Hey it’s ok kid. Second question then, what are you doing out here”

“Mom said she needed groceries and she let me come this time so I can carry the bags. She said that I had to wait here till she’s come back”

He goes rigid at that but you don’t notice

You curl up in a ball and zip up the coat around you

Now properly protecting you from the cold except for your feet

“Mr hood can you wait with me. I don’t wanna be alone”

“Sure thing”

So he sits himself beside you on the curb

To pass the time he pulls out a small book labeled “pride and prejudice” and begins reading it to you

It’s nice having someone to read with

He uses different voice for different characters, giving them posh accents that make you giggle

But as time ticks on he notices how your shoulders droop more

Along with your smile

Eventually he stops reading and puts his book away

“She said she’d come back…she’s coming back right?”

It sounds so broken as you ask this, you turn your head to look at him and he sees your reddened eyes that have tears lining them

The only sounds you can make are choked sobs and sniffles as the masked vigilante pulls you into a hug

You grab onto him tightly, small hands digging into the metal plating of his armour

Afraid he’d leave as well just as everyone else in your life did

“Do you have a dad you can go to?”

“Mom said he left because of me…so I don’t think so. Do you think if I go home she’d be mad at me?”

He feels his heart shatter a bit at that and he doesn’t know how to respond other than gently rubbing the back of your head

Jason at this point in his life knows he’s not in the best place to care for himself let alone a kid. He’s a walking corpse back from the dead, wanting to get revenge as his mind unscrambles itself day by day

But as you sob he knows he can’t let go

Those memories of his mother staining his mind along with the sound of your crying

The betrayal similar to this where she willingly led her child to a certain death

He also doesn’t trust the foster care system nor any system for a matter of fact

He’s seen his share of messed up kids that have been created through them

So in that moment Jason makes an impulsive decision he wouldn’t ever regret

“Do…do you wanna come with me then?. You gotta keep my identity a secret though, k?”

“O-ok Mr hood”

“Just call me Jason kid”

Yeah so first couple weeks Jason struggles since he hasn’t exactly looked after a child before

Your an independent kid from the conditions you lived in before but that makes him worry quite a bit

Especially when you have a small snack and call it a dinner

So he just takes small steps, and also reads parenting books…a lot of them actually

He still has to set you up a room so he lets you take his bed while he sleeps on the couch

It’s easier that way cause he’s afraid of accidentally hurting you while having a nightmare

Which he still gets quite frequently

You don’t seem to mind, just thanking him for sleeping in a nice bed and having blankets that properly keep you warm

Before you came along he kinda just got takeout but he knows that isn’t the healthiest thing so he actually starts cooking

He’s pretty decent at it due to helping Alfred and for like the first time in your life you have a proper meal

You have to hold back tears and it makes his heart crack a bit at the sight

Jason hires an online teacher before sending you to school due to the fact your a bit behind in what a child your age needs to know and he doesn’t trust that Gotham is safe enough yet

Speaking of which he’s protective, like real protective for good reason though

He’s still running around at night with Bruce chasing him along with Gotham being a cesspool

So it’s safe to say that it’s not exactly a safe place for you

Won’t admit it but he purposefully buys you clothes that are red cause he thinks it’s cute

Especially if you say you want more red cause it reminds you of him

100% makes it a tradition to read a chapter of a book to you each day and teaches you to read better through it

He gets better from time and experience

Whenever he comes home battered and angry he makes sure to take his anger out on something before he heads into the apartment

He doesn’t wanna accidentally scare you or snap by accident

You try to help him with his wounds (as best as an 8 year old can) and he melts

Another thing that makes him melt is when he walked in on you trying on his helmet and leather jacket

He laughed and then played with you before putting on some ABBA that y’all danced to

It takes awhile but once he gets your room set up he’s really proud and happy with himself for once when seeing your smile

It was when you thank him that you accidentally called him dad

You freeze and go to apologize but he just hugs you

And you feel tears hit your shoulder

“No it’s ok, yeah I’m your dad now kid”

When your about 10-13 he sends you to school since your properly caught up and he thinks it’s probably best you make friends

He’s already at this point gotten you a fake ID with a new last name since he knows if you have Todd then Bruce is gonna look into it

While he isn’t trying to get revenge anymore he’s still not on the best of terms with the old man

A metaphorical wall between them that leaves Bruce at a distance

Jason likes it this way though since no one knows about you

Giving you a relatively normal life

Now that your a bit older he shows you some of his favourite tv even if it’s still not the most age appropriate thing for you to watch

But as long as no one knows you can watch Buffy but shhhh

Loves binging series with you but also enjoys watching movies as well like lost boys

He’s got a soft spot for older films that will probably be transferred to you

Oh and murder mysteries like knives out (Damn you Bruce)

You don’t remember your birthday so he uses the day he found you as it

And at this age he goes 100% on them

Like guess whos gonna go see hadestown?!?

By god he loves you so much, like goes from big intimidating vigilante to gentle little shit when he gets home

Sometimes you try to stay up late to be awake when he gets home

You usually fall asleep and it always makes his heart warm and fuzzy at the sight of it

Definitely takes you around on his motorcycle and makes you your own helmet to match his

You best bet your gonna be the fucking coolest kid in school with the leather jacket he gets you

He teaches you how to defend yourself and stick up for others

And not to let people step over you

Sure he gets some calls from the office but when he hears little Tommy was being a dick he’s taking you to get Dairy Queen and a pat on the back

You also get a lot of his sass as well

Like you’ve gotten in trouble several times for being a smart ass to terrible teachers

He affectionately calls you “little shit” “ankle bitter” “kid” and “brat”

In return you tease him for having white hair and calling him “old man”

At this point he hasn’t told you about Bruce and his revival but you know he has something against Batman

And for now he leaves it at that since he would prefer to tell you when your a bit older since your still a kid

No matter what he’ll get it into your head to NEVER become a hero or vigilante

Seeing him come home battered and bruised is enough to convince you of that though

Along with that he also teaches you about picking and choosing fights and when to know that you should get help

He doesn’t show up to pta meetings at Gotham academy cause he’s kinda scare Bruce is gonna be there and have some questions

There have definitely been some times while taking you out for something that he narrowly avoided his family

Speaking of which despite them not knowing about you, you actually know about them

Jason actually entrusts you with the information that their the bat family to you since he knows you won’t tell anyone

Even if you did it would sound like a kid spouting off fun theories

You once called Nightwing a dick for a joke and he turned around all confused until he realized what you said

When you told Jason he laughed his ass off about it

Every year for Halloween he lets you borrow one of his spare masks and y’all go out for trick or treating

At the end of it you guys have a tradition of eating some of your spoils of candy on a rooftop overlooking Gotham

When you become a teenager he’s surprisingly really good at dealing with you

Partially because Jason’s still a grungy teen at heart lol

Y’all don’t really have misunderstandings since he puts effort into making some communication is key

Unlike with Bruce who he feels never tried to see his viewpoint Jason makes sure to see your one on topics and issues

But that’s the rare case you guys actually have a discussion like that

Jason actually really happy if you start dating and isn’t really bothered by it?

He knows you can handle yourself and trusts your judge of characters unless he gets reallly off vibes about them

Like serial killer kinda vibes

Then he’s stepping In

If you do have a bad break up though he’s 100% taking you to egg that persons house

And the he takes you to a nice dinner while you both shit talk or if your not feeling up to that he gets ice cream and y’all watch your favourite happy movie

Whatever career you want to pursue you can bet that he will support you

He’s your biggest cheerleader and if it came to it he’d get Pompom’s to prove a point

If you don’t know where you wanna go that’s fine as well!

He doesn’t fucking know what he’s doing with his life either lol and he certainly doesn’t have a conventional job (that’s for sure)

He’s super happy if you begin experimenting with different styles especially if it’s something kinda alt, grunge or punk

Cause then you both can match and he can give you some of his old stuff he’d think you like

At this point in your life he’d be really happy if you share some of your favourite music with him

He has a lot of range and versatility in his playlists but he isn’t as up to date with modern music as he’d like to be

He’d probably really like Doja cat, tame impala, Lovejoy, and Mitski

God if you show him Mitski expect to one day find him crying whilst listening to it

If you ask him what’s wrong he’ll just say “it’s one of those days” (Me)

Speaking of which, this is the time where Jason actually opens up about why he has nightmares so often and why he hated Bruce

It’s definitely a bit jarring to hear about him being beaten to death and then revived

And you definitely get a bit upset that Bruce didn’t do anything to really get revenge on the joker

Though you know your view is biased from being Jason’s kid and watching him growing up have full on horrific nightmares that would make him wake up screaming

How his mom betrayed him as well

It’s a big thing for him to talk about since he usually prefers to not relive those memories in his mind

But he knows that you’d learn eventually and he’d prefer if it was from his mouth

For him to tell about his trauma when he felt that both of you were ready

You feel closer to him in heart

And you hug him like when he had found you all those years ago

And Jason finds himself content

Any concert you want to go to he’s probably tagging along since he enjoys those type of events

Even if it’s for a musician that isn’t his favourite

He finds any hobby you have or anything you wanna collect

Cause he wants you to be happy and even if he doesn’t get it per say seeing your smile makes him understand

If it’s something he also likes though then be prepared cause your sharing that collection with him

And you both are gonna geek out over shit

He still reads to you as a small tradition you’ve both continued since him taking you in

Just you snuggled beside him in a cocoon of blankets as he reads a book of your recommendation aloud

A vinyl playing on a low level in the background

That alone pushes him to never give up when on patrol

He has you to return to, he has someone who he cared for more than his own life

The only bit of normality he has in his life after being thrown into the bubbling green waters of the Lazarus pit. Coming back as a broken and lost man hellbent on revenge and lingering rage

And of fucking course it’s during one of these nights as he’s reading Carmila that Bruce and Dick decide to drop by

“What the?!- Jason who the hell’s that?!?”

“Do we lie orrr?” “Can’t lie to em kid, their like living lie detectors” “those don’t even properly work though, you can cheat them easily” “it was an analogy”

“Can still hear y-“

“Shut up dick”

“They know?”

“Yeah well…of course I’d tell my kid about you guys”

“I’m an uncle?!?. How long have you had them?!?, how?!”

“How old are they?”

“I’m right here you know, Stop talking as if I’m not you geezers”

Haha yeah….Bruce is having a crisis realizing he’s technically a grandpa now

Hurray

There are like 2000 things going on in his mind right now and he definitely needs a chair to sit down on

He’s still in his costume so his emotions aren’t really showing but you can definitely tell he’s not ok by how he’s leaning against the wall looking kinda faint

He happy but at the same time he’s kinda upset that Jason never told him

Like, you’ve had a kid for years and never told me, your dad?!?

Jason definitely needs to have a talk with him and explain his side of the situation (which you practically force the two of them to do)

He’s kinda akward around you but not in a bad way, moreso in the “so kiddo what do you kids like these days” kinda way

He’s missed out on countless years of your life and didn’t even know you existed up until now and now your suddenly revealed to be his grandkid

He has like years of birthdays, Christmas’s, Easter’s and every other fucking holidays to catch up on

He starring holes into you by accident and your dad has to lightly smack his arm to tell him to stop lol

He means well though and you know that

Meanwhile Dick is ecstatic cause he’s an uncle!!

He’s already ready to brag to everyone he knows about it and be like “pshh that cool but I’m now an uncle”

Bro’s sitting beside you and asking everything about your interests and achievements

It’s kinda sweet since he’s just nodding along adding “ooh’s” and “ahh’s” every once in awhile

It reminds you a bit of a golden retriever

But with that also comes the little devil on your shoulder tempting you to mess with him a bit

And you do so

“I have the best insults from here to metropolis”

“Want to prove that?”

“Sure. I bet you have so much ass hair that when you have diarrhea it comes out as filtered water”

They quickly learn you have Jason’s mouth if not worse

Wither you or Jason realize it or not your both alike in more ways than one

[itoshi-s]

anon requested: rin + "why do you keep marking me up? it's hard to mask and people are staring..." // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wk: 1.5k. cw: mildly suggestive, fem coded reader, mention of bruises/hickeys, fluff. rin wears a panda headband i want to eat him whole

standing in front of your full-width bathroom mirror at 6:43 am, eyes still bleary with sleep and hair sticking out in odd directions, you think you just might actually hate your boyfriend.

you know he doesn't exactly mean to do it - but all sense of rationality is long forgotten when the bright violet, reddish bruises are the first thing you notice in your reflection.

with a sigh, you put your fluffy headband on, keeping every hair out of your face, then start applying makeup. you'll have to be quick with it this time, too - you have hit snooze once or twice, and you certainly don't want to be late, yet still have something else than your face to spend time on camouflaging.

the soft playlist you've put on helps calm some of the annoyance that bubbles in your chest as you hum along under your breath, curling your lashes and applying a final coat of mascara. you put on your lip gloss, smacking your lips as you stare at your reflection, and as the initial bleariness of waking up dies down, you actually feel more amused than irritated upon the sight of hickeys littered down your neck.

rin's a possessive lover. he wants - needs - to feel every inch of your skin under his large, roaming hands. he grabs and kneads the flesh, holds it in a tight grip when he manhandles you however he seems fit. when in the moment, rin doesn't pay any mind whether it leaves marks - in fact, there are times when he wants it more than anything, like when you get home from a party looking just a tad too pretty and the green eyed monster creeps up on him. just want to mark up what's mine, the teal-eyed would mumble, laying on his tummy as he glares at you childishly.

you adore his passionate nature - feel on top of the world and like the most beautiful thing to exist when he gives you that look, overcome with love and desire.

but, for the love of god, you appreciate your sleep and sanity just as much, you think as you dab on the third layer of thick concealer, stacked on top of color corrector that really fucking struggles to balance out the purple hues.

you check the time, realizing you've got to leave the house in half an hour now, and that rin's alarm should go off in a minute or two.

as if on cue, there's a pair of footsteps approaching the bathroom door, then they're pushed open to reveal your boyfriend in all his sleepy glory.

shirtless and rubbing at his eyes, rin yawns as he makes his way over to your side of the bathroom counter. he circles an arm around your waist, broad chest feeling warm against your fluffy robe, and he sighs as his head drops to your shoulder.

"hi," rin mumbles, voice hoarse and gravelly with sleep as his lips move against the bare skin on your neck. he kisses a birthmark there and gives your waist a squeeze, turquoise gaze meeting your reflection in the mirror with an appreciative hum. "y'look nice, baby." a pause, "no eyeliner today?"

you just give a gentle shake of your head, eyebrows twitching to furrow and lips almost curling into a smirk. he's so, so clueless - it's endearing, in a way, you think as you watch him slip away and stand by the second sink.

"mm. don't have time for it today." you say softly, stuffing your powder brush back into your makeup bag and zipping it close.

perhaps your voice sounds a bit too quiet, or the exhaustion is still prominent on your features despite the glowy products you so carefully put on, cause rin's eyes drift back to life and gleam with worry.

he turns the faucet on and fiddles with the temperature, giving your face an once-over in the mirror before turning to the sink again.

"oh." he nods, fingers reaching for the fluffy, panda-eared headband you took off barely a few seconds ago. pulling it on with ease, rin wants to say something more, but dismisses it and goes to wash his face instead.

the water, as nice as it feels on his face, doesn't wash off any of this funny, uneasy feeling. is something wrong? are you mad at him? do you feel bad and shouldn't go to work today? (he will make you call it off if that's the case. there's no way you're going in sick.)

there's many possibilities, and he won't be certain until he asks. dabbing his face off with a towel, rin clears his throat to speak before turning to you - but you beat him to it.

"rin," you begin, voice sounding so resigned it makes his brows knit together. "why do you keep marking me up?"

blinking not once, not twice, but perhaps a few times too many, he does look so clueless, so silly, you have to bite back a laugh. you're supposed to be annoyed with him - but how can you really, when he's just doing all that out of bottomless, unconditional love?

continuing, "it's hard to mask and people are staring..." you trail off, giving yourself a glance in the mirror, head tilting to show more of the poorly concealed marks, as if to prove your point.

you look back at rin, who now doesn't look as puzzled anymore. instead, there's a slight frown settled in his pretty features, long lashes still damp and stuck together, lips pulled into a tight line that almost resembles a pout.

the black, fluffy ears sticking out from messy green hair really sell the look, though.

"what do you mean?" rin argues, and you go to sigh, crossing your arms. "you cover these up?"

your eyes widen, snapping over to the striker's face again. for a second, you think you've misheard him - but in fact, he does look as serious as it gets. your heart jolts with shock, flabbergasted at how truly, utterly shameless he is.

"rin!" you gasp, finger pointing to the side of your neck in exasperation. "of course i do! i can't go around work like that," you insist, tugging the hem of your robe to the side.

the man scowls, eyes trained on the faint pinks and purples. "well i don't see anythin' wrong with it," he deadpans and your shoulders slump in defeat. rin turns to face the mirror again, reaching for his toothbrush.

"everyone else does," you whine, pulling at the tie around your waist and sliding the robe off. you go to hang it up, then reach for the clothes you've neatly folded and laid on the counter last night. "i... like the way they look. and feel." you start bashfully, eyes trained on the ground when you step into your dress pants and swiftly pull them up your legs.

rin smirks at that, just slightly before you can see it and smack it right off his face.

you're quiet for a second, and rin takes the time to trail his eyes down your body as he sticks the toothbrush in his mouth. well, to be fair, there are quite a few bruises littered all over, some darker than others. there's a bite mark-shaped one, too, right on the swell of your breast, which you go to cover with the skin tight long sleeve you put on next.

(he fears your reaction when you go to look into the mirror and see it peeking out the neckline.)

it might irk you, and make people uncomfortable or amused, even - but he loves the way they look on your skin, a sharp contract to the smooth, glowy canvas, momentarily stained with his love that runs oh, so feverishly through every single cell in his body.

isn't it only natural he wants to find an output for it and eventually mark what's his?

"but-" you continue, fixing the gold charm between your breasts, the small, zirconia-studded R glimmering under the bathroom lights. "i'd appreciate it if you... kept it down." you mumble, looking up at rin again and your gaze meets his in the mirror.

rin rolls his eyes dramatically, lips quirking up into a ghost of a smile as he brushes his teeth. perhaps, he can try and opt for more... hidden places. it's not ideal - the need to showcase his claim on you still as strong as ever - but not everyone can pay so little mind to what others think of him like he does. certainly, you can't. not with your line of work, either.

he knows, and that's why it almost feels funny when his heart thumps in his chest with refusal. maybe he is a little immature, in a way - but maybe, it's not such a bad thing at all. not when it's your love that makes him feel like a kid, carefree and playful again.

"fine." rin grumbles, words muffled around the brush as he works it on the back of his teeth, sending you an amused look that has your tummy doing flips. "will hav'ta find other ways to mark my territory, though."

[vulpixisananimal]

[A:3 C:57] (Ramos)

“Any tummy troubles?” (Gina asks Bonnie.)

“Nuh uh.” (Bonnie replies, still in bed.)

“Weird memory stuff?”

“Nothin’ weird.”

“Do you ever feel bad feelings for no reason?”

“Uhm, I don’t think so.”

(Gina looked over at Nille, who sat next to you. She shrugged.) “They feel bad for things that’s not their fault.”

“HEY!!!” (Bonnie pouted.) “Nuh uh!!”

“Yuh HUH!!”

“YUH HU-” (Bonnie was interrupted by a wheezy coughing fit. Gina gently rubbed their back and helped them through it, then handed them some water.)

“You’re alright, just remember, no yelling, okay?” (The Doctor reassures.) “You can sit down, Nille, it’s alright.”

(You didn’t even see Nille jump up to Bonnie's side; what speed. She sat back down.)

(The check in continued. Gina wanted to ask a few things, make a few checks, get a few ideas for what could be causing the nightmares. Apparently, the weird shade and damage was from something to do with the island you couldn’t remember. Either way, Bonnie should be free to go soon. You didn’t even need to be here, but Pétronille asked you.)

(You could ask that tea person about herbal teas, couldn’t you? Maybe that’ll help-)

(Nilles thoughts had been a constant string along the same line of thinking; how to help Bonnie. It was sweet, really, big sister just wants little sibling to be okay. Stars, you had to get a lid on this mind craft.)

(PTSD Nightmares? Possible. Unknown allergy? Low chance, they’re a cook, spices-?)

(Gina's mind was a steady stream of information. Connecting one thing to another like a puzzle. Some pieces slotted into place right away, others required some work, and some were put aside until the puzzle was more complete. The only thing it was interrupted by was by a special someone. Huh!)

(But Bonnie's mind. . . .)

(---------------------------------------------)

(They just sounded like empty air.)

(No matter how hard you listen, you can’t hear anything from Bonnie's head. Why? Was it because they were still a kid? That’s weird, if it is.)

“How’d you sleep last night by the way?” (Gina asks.) “You slept almost until noon!”

“Uhm. . . It was pretty good?”

“R-really?!?” (Nille asks, excited.) 

“Uh huh.” (They fiddle with the blanket on the bed.) “It was, uhm, still a nightmare, but. . .”

“Buuuut?”

“There was a uhm. . . A weird, glowy, moth in it this time.”

(?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!??!?!!)

(Bonnie continues as you try to hide your reaction.) “It, uhm, stayed around the whole time, and if there were any really scary parts it’d land on my nose, ‘n I couldn’t look away from it ‘ntill the scary part was over.”

“Huh!” (Nille crosses her arms.) “Weird! What kind of- Gina what’s with the face?”

(Gina’s face was one of absolute shock, mouth hung open. He shook his head clear.) “U-uh, that, t-that I. . . O-oh Change that. . .”

(He glanced over at Nille, then to you, once he saw your expression mirrored his own.)

(Your mouth was open, hair on end, face sweaty and cold. You felt a lump in your throat, a pit in your stomach. T-that. . . Your gaze drifts to the dreamlight. As does Ginas.)

“. . . I-I, wouldn’t have thought, in a million years. . .” (Gina sounded dumbstruck.)

(. . . You know what you need to do next, right?)

(You, stand up. Legs made of dried tinder. You felt like you were about to collapse like a house of cards. Each step begged you to keel over and die. You walked, wordlessly, to the dreamlight.)

(You tap it once; to exchange greetings.)

(You tap it twice; to give thanks.)

(. . . . . . T-thank you. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. I-I, I, I don’t know why, but, thank you so much, thank you, thank you. . . I’ll, I’ll make it up to you I, thank you. . .)

(The chime dies down. You wanted to throw up.)

“. . . I didn’t know you practiced Flickerism, Ramos.” (Gina comments.)

“. . . I-I, don’t.” (You shake your head.) “Not since Eri took me in.”

“Oh.” (His tone changes, softer.) “. . . I guess Flicker likes you. Are you going to be alright?”

“I, just, need to step outside.” (You quickly walk to the door, ignoring any questions or concerns, then step out.)

(You lean on the wall next to the door, then slide down to the floor.)

(Breathe, breathe, breathe, breath.)

(Breathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathe-)

(You ran away because of that. You ran away because of that. You ran away because of that why did they listen to you why did they help you why why WHY!!!)

(Likes you?!? LIKES YOU!?!?!?!? WHY!?!?!? You ran away!! You ran away and didn’t look back!!! You abandoned them!!! You abandoned them for Change! For the Universe and the Stars!!! Why!!! You’re panicking. You need to calm down. You need, to-)

(Calm down please calm down calm down calm down-)

“Hey.” (You snap to attention. Nille’s standing next to you. You look up at her.)

(. . . She kneels down, then hugs you.)

“. . . Thanks.”

(You, hesitate, then hug her back.)

(. . . . . .)

“. . . Wanna talk about it?”

“. . . A, a-another time.” (You take a shaky breath.) “I, asked for help the other day. Didn’t expect to, actually get it.”

“Gods are weird.” (She pulls back from the hug, smiling softly.) “But, thank you, really. Going out like that for Bonbon, I owe ya one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Nille.” (You chuckle, leaning back against the wall.) “I just, need a second, but thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it.” (Nille pats your shoulder, then gets up to walk back in the room. She smiles at you before going back in.)

(. . . Stars. . .)

>>>

(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion|  [Loop] [(Saffron)]

|Bonnie was safe. Stars be blessed Bonnie was safe.|

|Soon after Siffrin and the others returned from the medhouse, Siffrin switched out and you were here once again. Oh. . . You’re not sure how much you could handle it. You had been fronting so much lately, stars know why. But, between what happened with Boniface, how Ramos is developing. . . Oh. . .|

|It was. . . Only a matter of time.|

|You were in Ramos’ room. Well, the room yourself, Ramos, and Isabeau shared, now. You lay on the bed while the others were downstairs; you just wanted time to think. You even left Siffrin's dagger down there to dissuade any worries.|

|So. . . What, do you do?|

|Keep who you are hidden? Not possible. Madame Odile could sniff you out. Or Ramos could read a stray thought and out you.|

|Talk to the other headmates? Absolutely not. Each and every one of them despises you, and for good reason. TO discover you’re here, in their mind. . .|

|Talk to the party? Hmm, maybe. . . But, one at a time.|

|Lady Mirabelle? You were to freeze her home in time, she would hate you. Madame Odile? Also no, she is far too intimidating, far too. . . Knowing. Isabeau? Hmm. . . Maybe. . . He has been kind to you. . . But, well, he may not react well. Boniface? No. Pétronille? Also, no.|

|And, Ramos. . . They, well, they were-|

|There’s a quick knock on the door and it opens. You jump in place as Ramos walks in, a box in hand. They look at you and wave.|

“O-ohuh, still Asterion?”

|You nod.| “Yes, ah, s-sorry. I can leave, if you. . .”

|Ramos stops for a second, then shakes their head.| “No, it’s, it’s okay.”

|They close the door behind them. They pause, then walk over to the window, placing the box down to the side. You watch as they wordlessly examine the window.|

“. . . . Ah, is, everything, alright?” |You blink, confused.|

“O-oh, uh. . .” |They look to you, then away.| “. . I’m, trying to figure out where the sun would come through the window.”

“Oh!” |You hop off the bed and walk over.| “Let me.”

|Ramos steps back and watches as you look over the window, mouthing to yourself as you think. This window faces the west, since you’re somewhat close to the equator the sun should line up well. . . It is winter, but that still means you got a lot of daylight. At this angle. . . Considering the rest of the year. . .|

|You trace a finger from the window, across the room, to a blank part of the wall.| “Here, along that line is where you will get the most sun throughout the whole year.”

|You turn back to Ramos, their face is. . . Oh, quite the mix of surprised and grateful. You smile, softly.| “. . . Did, that help?”

“. . . Yeah, i-it, it did. A lot.” |They let out a breath, and turned to open the box they brought. After a moment of looking inside, they pull out a. . . A dreamlight?|

|They stand there holding it for a minute. You walk over, curious.| “. . . Isn’t that the. . . Ah, Flickerism, thing?”

“. . . Y-yeah.” |They take a shaky breath in, and out.| “. . . Eri got it for me on my 10th birthday. They thought it would be a nice little thing but. . .” |They shudder.| “It, just brought back memories, so we packed it away in the attic.”

“. . . Ah. . .” |You slowly reach up and put a hand on their shoulder.| “. . . Bad memories?”

“Yeah. . .” |They close their eyes.| “. . . Most of my birth family, and the town, was torn between Flickerism and Soleanism. . . Eventually, every conversation would go back to those arguments. . . My mom was a Soleanist, my dad was a Flickerist.”

“Dad wanted my metamorphosis, o-oh uh, a coming of age ceremony, to be the Flickerist one. Cut your hand open, pour some blood into a dish of sugar water, stay up all night with the moths that would gather in self reflection.”

“Mom wanted to do the Soleanist one, spend three days in a cave with no food, no light, and a knife. On the first day you cut your right hand, the second, your left, and you rest on the third.” |Ramos looked up at the ceiling, face sad.| “It was, a lot.”

“One day I asked about what changing meant, if I could do that. Dad was hesitant, but would support me if the Dreaming One decided it was alright. Mom said I couldn’t until I come of age, because at that point I was ‘no longer her son, I was the Radiant Ones son.’”

“That’s when I realized that I had to leave. They didn’t care about me, just about their Gods. And the Gods didn’t care about me.”

|Ramos lets out a shaky breath, then looks back down at the dreamlight.| “. . . But then Dreaming One, Flicker, helped Bonnie last night, so. . . I don’t know what to think.”

“. . .” |You stand next to Ramos, then lean your head on their arm.| “I. . . I know the feeling.”

|Ramos turns to you, a silent request to go on.|

“. . . The Universe asks that we follow, and it will guide. In return it grants our wishes.” |You take a shaky breath.| “We. . Used to think it did not care about us, some still think that. With how our wish was granted, with how it seemed like no matter what, we were always lost.”

“We thought it abandoned us. . . But it didn’t.” |You close your eye.| “It made mistakes. Very human mistakes. It was trying to fix things, make things better. . . Some say the Universe is a teacher, and I suppose, it is a teacher who should feel guilty if its students all fail a class.”

|Ramos considers this for a moment, then smiles. Moving their arms to pull you into a side hug.| “Heh. . . Yeah, maybe. . . Thanks, Asty”

“A-ah--” |Asty?!? You’re blushing, just a little.| “I-it’s, it’s nothing, Ramos. . . S-so, do you plan to put this dreamlight up, then?”

“Yeah.” |Ramos squeezes you, then lets you go. They grab a hammer and nails from the box and walks to the part of the wall you pointed out.| “You hang dreamlights in a bedroom, where the sun shines the most. Gimmie a hand?”

|You help them put it up, Ramos talks as you work.| “Dreamlights, or crucelights if you’re a Soleanist, act as a bridge between the dream realm or divine realm respectively. They’re basically the same thing but y’know, semantics.”

“I don’t remember what you do with crucelights, but with a dreamlight, all you’re asked to do is hang it up. It’s customary that every few days you tap the dreamlight once to essentially just, say hi to Flicker? While the dreamlight chimes, you just think about how you’ve been doing, what’s been happening in your life, that sort of thing. You’re essentially sending Flicker a mental letter like you would an old friend.”

|Ramos was hammering a nail into the wall.| “You tap it twice if something particularly good happened to you that you think the Dreaming One was responsible for; sending a mental thank you letter while it chimes. Then you tap it a third time if you desperately need help, and, well you get the idea.”

|You help hang up the dreamlight. The sun was going to shine on it soon. Ramos continues.| “The other day I. . . Well, I tapped it three times, asked Flicker for help, not really thinking they’d do anything. Let alone anything so. . . Direct.”

|You both step back, looking at the copper disc on the wall.| “. . . It, shook me up, I won’t lie.”

“. . . I. . . Understand that.” |You hold your hand out, Ramos takes it, and squeezes.|

“. . .” |They look away.| “. . . I hope, they’re not mad at me, for following Change. A-and, the Stars, to an extent.”

“Ah, ahaha. .” |You cover your mouth a little as you laugh.| “I don’t know about the Change God, but, if my instincts are right, I believe those following the Universe had many arguments with Those of the Soluna religions.”

“Oh?” |Ramos turns to you, curious.|

“Soleanists follow the sun, the singular sun above all others.” |You chuckle.| “To those who follow the Stars, it is practically an insult to disregard all other stars just because one is a bit closer!”

“Pfft-” |Ramos chuckles back.| “Well, heh, I promise I won’t go starting any arguments then. N-not that I, plan to, well. . .”

“. . . .” |You squeeze their hand.| “. . . I understand.”

“Thanks. . .”

|. . . Oh Universe. Jinn. Please, allow me this little drift from your path. You let go of Ramos’ hand, walk up to the dreamlight, pause. . . Then tap it, once.|

|. . . . .|

|. . . . . Greetings, Dreaming One.|

|I am unsure if you do hear me, or I am speaking to nothing but dust. But, I digress. My friend, my close friend, revealed to me just now their history with you. I helped them put this dreamlight up, even. So, I thought it would be appropriate to say hello, as it were. So, hello!|

|A few days ago was the first time I learned about your dreamlights, and soon after, it helped me jog memories, old arguments, discussions, etc. But I don’t really care about the discourse of religion anymore; you helped Bonnie, so no matter what, you have earned my respect.|

|As has Ramos, actually. They may believe themself to be a failure, but they are one of Siffrins family now. They are doing better, we all are. . . But, I have my own sadness to deal with; the blood on my hands, and how it wont wash off. Hopefully, if I ever chime your dreamlight again, I won’t be fearing for how they will react.|

|. . . . . The chimes died down. You turn to Ramos.| “. . . Did, I do that right?”

|Their face was, soft, an emotional soup of joy, fear, excitement, sadness, and relief. They nodded.| “Yeah, I’m sure you did.”

|You walk to them, and give them a full hug.| “You’re a very wonderful person, Ramos.”

|You feel their arms slowly close around you.| “H-haha, why is everyone complimenting me today?!?”

“Because you deserve it?” |You look up at them.| “Ran faster than any other to get Bonnie to safety, made a wish to a deity you thought abandoned you, helped calm Nilles nerves in recovery. . . Stars, Ramos, you have been. . . incredible!”

“A-asty. . .” |They pull their bandana over their mouth.| “I’m, just, trying my best to be useful.”

“You’re always useful, helpful, and kind, Ramos. . .” |You rest your head in their shirt, and sigh, relaxed.| “. . . T-that’s, why. . .”

“Hmm?” |You feel their hand in your hair.| “Is, everything okay?”

|. . . You make the decision.|

“. . . N-no, no. It is not, Ramos.” |You hold tighter to them.| “I. . . I Have something to talk about. None of the party knows, none of my headmates do, either.”

“. . . You can talk to me about it.” |You feel them gently run their fingers through your hair, you feel your shoulders relax.| “I-if you want. I can keep a secret.”

“Alright. . . Please, please keep it to yourself.” |You, very shakily, breathe in. . . . . . . . and out. . . . . . . . .| “. . . You understand what Null is, yes? Where he has ‘come from?’”

“An introject?” |Ramos says, questioningly.| “Latched onto a personality while being formed, right?”

“That is right.” |You gently let go of Ramos, and back up. You sit on the floor, legs crossed.| “He is a fictive, as the personality his psyche latched onto was from a piece of fiction.”

“Okay. . . Are, you like that?”

“P-partially. . .” |Oh. . . It, was time.| “I. . . I am an introject, but a factive. One who is based on another real person, not of fiction.”

“Alright. . ?” |Ramos sits down across from you.| “Is it, is it someone the others wouldn’t, like to, uh. . .”

|Rip the bandaid off.| “I am a factive of The King.”

|There’s an uncomfortable silence. You look at the ground, praying to the Universe this was the right move. . . You continue.|

“I. . . I have fake memories of being the King. Both things that happened, and that did not. I look like the King, I feel like the King. But, I do not want to be anything like him! I-I, I don’t want to hurt them, I want to help them. A-and, I want to atone for what he, I, did. B-but, I cannot do that if I hide, but, I-I. . .”

|You feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, Ramos had kneeled down to your level.|

“. . . . . Breathe for me?

“. . . O-okay. .”

|You, breathe. In and out. . .|

“. . . You're okay, Asterion.” |Ramos got closer. Another arm around you| 

“. . .am, I?”

“You are, I promise.” |Both arms around you, they were hugging you.| “You don't want to hurt them, right?”

“R-right. . .”

“Then you're alright. They forgave me, they'll understand.” |They squeeze you, close.|

“. . . A-and, headmates. . . ?”

“. . . Here, how about this?” |They lean back to look at you.| “When you're ready to talk to them, I'll hop into your head, and be there with you. Okay?”

“. . . R-ramos. .”

|You dive onto them, holding them tight in a hug.|

“Thank you. . .”

[myriaderotica]

I saw your TFP headcanons for Bee and the alt-mode point had me curious about getting a fic revolving around that. Only if you're up to it. I'll never push.

Steamy Interiors - Bumblebee x (Human) Reader

Warnings: 18 +

Word Count: 400 +

Before you could arrive home from the Autobot base, Bumblebee found it in his spark to park in an empty lot just to permit some time for fun. He allowed you to take the wheel for a few minutes, observing the intricacies of the interior of his alt-mode. It was fascinating to you, knowing that he was alien in his looks but also so human in his mannerisms. 

It was part of the reason why you fell for him so hard, and something told you that he knew it, too. Oftentimes, you wondered if he felt the same way towards you.

Your legs shuffled together as you tried (and failed) to satisfy the nagging itch between your legs. It was frustrating, but you blamed Bumblebee for causing you to become so hot and bothered so quickly. 

“Um, Bee…”

The more you studied him, the heavier your breaths grew, turning into needy pants. After asking for his permission, you decided to take the touchy session a bit further by lifting your top over your head.

“Ready?”

You unzipped your pants a little before pressing your bare chest to the center of his wheel, directly against his glowing, Autobot sigil. You shuddered, a jolt of delight overwhelming your body as you started to rub up and down, granting him access to your squish. 

He beeped, releasing his exclamations of both surprise and pleasure. A grin stretched across your face as you proceeded, your nipples hardening with every sway of your chest. His wheel was warm yet smooth, the perfect texture for your front. It was almost like it was made just for you. 

“Bumblebee…I need you.”

You leaned back only temporarily to press a kiss at the center of his wheel, causing him to whirr. 

“Bweep!”

As he spoke to you using whatever he could, you then outstretched your fingers and ran them throughout the insides of the yellow muscle car, pressing the glowy buttons as well as the dashboard itself. 

Suddenly, the vehicle became much hotter inside.

While riling him up, you chose to whisper and croon to him, using only the sweetest of words for his audial receptors.

“Do you feel me, Bumblebee?” You fondled his gear stick as though you were pleasuring his spike, even focusing on the tip. “That’s me making you feel good.”

The mech beeped again, his entire alt-mode rumbling with the force of his engine. You squirmed, tossing your head upwards in a moan once you felt your arousal start to increase. 

“Oh, fuck, Bee…”

Soon after, the seat fell back as you shedded more clothing, stroking yourself through your underwear. Bumblebee’s belts wrapped around your form, subduing you.

“Bweep? Bweep?”

You chuckled.

“Nah, Bee, it’s not too tight.”

A rev shook through his body, causing your toes to curl and your crotch to pulsate.

Divider Credit: @/inklore

[superbnutnight]

I know I said "by the end of the week" but I am a lying liar who lies. SORRY GUYS I SERIOUSLY UNDERESTIMATED HOW MUCH WRITING I NEEDED TO DO TO CONNECT ALL THE SCENES I WANT TOGETHER (SOB).

When this monster is done it's going to be the longest fucking thing I have on my profile. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?? IS THIS THE POWER OF BEING ASEXUAL?

As an apology take this excerpt which is what I based (this) post off of!

…By the time you're done tying up loose ends, the day is well advanced. You don't think about what this means until you step through the doors to the daycare and you're assaulted by input from all directions. 

It's business hours.

There are children screaming, and the white light pouring from the overhead bulbs is harsh against your sleep-deprived eyes. Somehow you can hear that awful fluorescent buzz of them over the excited screeches, and that whine burrows right under your skin like static electricity. You fucking hate, hate, hate the lights in this building.

There's music blasting through the speakers, and everything is so bright. In the corner of your eye you see the advertisement billboards, rapidly cycling between advertisements for the pizzaplex and random simulated crap, like bubbles or swirly rainbows. For one dizzying moment, you feel like you're in a Casino- not a daycare.

You stand there, frozen, hand fisted around the handle of your red toolbox as nausea coils thickly in your empty stomach.

The Daycare attendant, in his daytime preset, looks up from where he's corralling spilled balls back into the ball pit. Noticing you, he perks up. If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging. 

He literally somersaults over to you, vibrating with energy, and you feel a cold pang of dread. 

Oh god. 

You only have a few seconds to mentally prepare yourself before the daycare attendant is in your face--literally--all grins and glowy eyes.

You think you're going to be sick. 

"HELLOOOOOOOOOO NEW FRIEND!" He exclaims, head spinning in a circle and rays expanding and retracting. His voice is way too loud. He stoops down and grabs the hand that isn't occupied with holding your toolbox and shakes it, and your entire body with it, causing your hat to slip down your forehead. "Wow, it is just so amazing to meet you! Do you know Ollie? What's your name? My name's Sun! Where did you come from? Are you here to stay?" 

Already overwrought with sensory input, the animatronic's hand on your own sends sharp spikes of unpleasant feeling through your skin, making the awful crawling, crackling static kick up several notches. 

Reflexively, almost involuntarily, you yank your hand out of his grasp, shuffling back several steps. 

Sun stills, smile drooping and rays retracting, clearly taken aback. 

You feel bad, but you just can't handle anything touching you right now or you might scream. You know that trying to talk right now is useless, so you dig around in your pockets until you pull out your new ID. 

Silently, you present Sun the shiny card with your new position documented in printed letters at the bottom. 

"Oh!" Sun leans down to examine the ID, before straightening back up. You notice that he doesn't try to lean into your personal space again, and you're relieved. "I guess Ollie isn't coming back…?"

You blink at the nickname, wondering what kind of relationship they'd had. Slowly, you shrug and shake your head. Honestly, you probably know as much about this as Sun does. 

"Well, New Friend, why don't I give you a tour of the daycare, and we can get to know each other a little better!"

Actually, there's nothing less you'd like to do right now, but your pre-made social script has you nodding awkwardly before you can figure out a way to politely refuse.

"Awesome!" The animatronic claps his hands together, bell ribbons jingling merrily, voice right back to the overwhelming cheer.

You follow Sun around like a lost duckling, trying your utmost not to snap at any of the children who stray too close to you when playing. It's not their fault, but in this state, just their proximity makes you all staticy and irritable.

[average-kitty]

The Angel’s Demon💋

“That’s not how it is-“ Jenna began before you cut her off “A Angel, fond of a Demon, ain’t that the story of the century?” You snorted

Warnings: a little forbidden love/I want to punch you square in the face?

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I honestly enjoyed writing this one a lot, it was nice to get into detail about the sillies and their cool little features. Anyways, enjoy loves!

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Jenna wasn’t the nicest thing from Heaven as far as you could tell, you loved to mess with the lives of mortals when given the chance and it was honestly quite funny to you. But of course some “higher power” had to interfere with your fun and always cut it short, and that higher power was Jenna. She 100% despised you and would rather do anything else than have to even see you, but of course- you wouldn’t allow that. You constantly pestered her just to get on her nerves and god were you good at it.

“How come you always seem to go after the human’s who already have it bad?” Jenna questioned, her nose scrunched in disgust as you walked down a dark alley having possessed yet another human for the 3rd time this week (you accidentally killed the other 2, though you only say it was a accident so Jenna wouldn’t get extra angry at you again-) “Because why would I let someone like you save their life and turn them into a valuable soul?” You questioned back as you looked over to her as you continued walking.

Jenna had more of a Ghostly look to her, sure she had Wings but she didn’t have those stupid robs all the older and more powerful Angels wore, she looked like a plain girl who was just a little glowy around the edges. You continued walking down the alley as she followed suit, hovering close by. “The only reason I’m here is to make sure you’re not causing anymore problems for me to clean up after later on, just to be clear.” Jenna suddenly squeaked, as you looked over to her, suspicion in your eyes. “Sure….” You giggle as you gave a sly smirk to her, leaning over to her a bit “or- you just can’t get enough of me….” You cooed out, giggling at her flustered expression, you knew just how to get under her skin like that.

“That’s not how it is-“ Jenna began before you cut her off “A Angel, fond of a Demon, ain’t that the story of the century?” You snorted as Jenna was fuming, glaring at you before huffing in frustration and turning away from your teasing eyes “Whatever…“ You gave a pleased chuckle before overlooking the specimen you had chosen today before groaning, You had really bruised and beaten this body up… You suddenly part from the human, a soft mist that was apparently your very soul in some context slowly spewing from their lips as you then took your original form again, leaving the unconscious body on the floor. You turn to look at the person before bending down a bit and leaning closer, then you tap their forehead.

“What on earth are you doing?” Jenna cocked an eyebrow before her feet slowly met the ground as she tilted towards the unconscious person as you continued to rest your finger on their head, you look over to Jenna as your hunched over a bit- holding your legs close to your chest as your barb tipped tail flicked about “Making sure they’re not dead?-“ Jenna frowns a bit as her nose then scrunches again as she sighs and backs away as you stood back up, looking over to her with a cocky smile. “Are you still gonna Watch over me and make sure I don’t cause any more messes? Or are you just gonna leave me all alone?” You gave a small pout as your tail swayed side to side, curling as you spoke, catching Jenna’s attention for a moment before she looked back to your eyes and opens her mouth to speak- though the words seem to get caught in her throat before she closes her mouth again glancing away.

For the first time in what felt like- ever you actually felt like you had gotten to her this time, she knew that she was only supposed to come down and spectate when it was necessary but you and her both knew very well anytime you were hiding amongst any humans for any reason she would find out and play and game of cat and mouse with you, more or less. Her wings twitched about nervously as she pulled them closer to her body as she continued to ignore answering your question, you finally sigh softly and shrug it away with a small smile before you began to walk off to some secluded area so you could get yourself back to the nether world. You as you walked you felt Jenna’s presence erring close by, causing you glance over your shoulder to look at her.

You were only a few steps ahead as she followed behind, she was trying to make it seem nonchalant but you knew better than to poke fun at her for following you- anytime you’ve done that you’ve ended up being by yourself again after a few minutes, so you just let her. The silence continued for a few moments as you both walked through the desolate streets of whatever town you had ended up in this time, you and Jenna both looked human enough to just walk around and just be labeled as a cosplayer of the sorts. Luckily though, it was in the late of the night and not a soul was out or awake at this time, so you had nothing to worry about today. Jenna had made her way to your side so you both comfortably walked side by side, neither of you wanted to be the one who made a bit of small talk so it was just a gentle silence. After a few minutes you finally found a spot that seemed to work for hopping back into the “underworld” that wouldn’t release little hell rats or other creatures that would get you in trouble.

As you drew your little summoning circle Jenna watched close by, she was pouting a bit as she watched you, you honestly weren’t sure why she as so frustrated with you leaving this time but it was pretty entertaining for you. You finished up the circle as you looked back to her, noticing how clean and pearly white her feathered wings looked, you were honestly pretty fascinated by it before you shook your head clear and walked up to her with a smirk. “What are you pouting about now? Not getting a good bye kiss or something?” You teased as Jenna’s face flushed heavily “NO!-“ She snapped back as her wings ruffled and puffed up defensively, you snickered under your breath as you crossed your arms at her. You both stared at each other for a few moments before you leaned down to her eye level and gave a cocky grin “you sure….?~” you giggle as Jenna’s cheeks were burning red at this point, her wings staying in their defensive state, your tail flicking back and forth in a bit of pride. “Just go back to where you came from already….” She growled softly as you nodded your head “Yes ma’am…” you smile softly before turning away and pressing the summoning circle you had drawn with your foot before looking back to her “can you come here for a second?” Jenna hesitated before walking up to you, her wings finally falling down from their perked up position from earlier. 

You leaned down to her level again, pausing for a second before smiling and ruffling her hair “your the only angel I tolerate you know?” You chuckle softly as Jenna swatted at your hand messing with her hair “yeah yeah whatever- now go before I get into trouble…” she rolled her eyes at you as you shrugged and turned back to the open summoning circle and hopped in, the small portal closing shortly after. Leaving Jenna by herself- She sighed in a mix of things, frustration, anger, but also sad and lonely. Angels aren’t meant to love Demons, they were enemies, it was a well known fact, even humans wrote about it… she felt so lost, her heart told her one thing but the way of God’s  laws would have made anything possible- not possible.

Jenna’s wings delicately wrapped around her body as she sighed, she missed your snarky responses and snappy attitude, it was admirable to see that from you. I mean a Demon being that way is natural but something about you made it seem so much more interesting… she tightened her wings around her slightly, a gentle sigh escaping her as she began to wish of seeing you. She knows it’s not what’s meant to happen or even should but- 

Everytime she sees you she starts wishing it was your arms hugging her instead of her own wings.

part 2

[slyvester101]

What about mermaid Tucker and winged Wash, but Tucker looks gnarly for a mermaid with glowing dorsal fins and scales and maybe sharp teeth because I love my sea creatures a little funky. Wash and Tucker probably likes to examine each other's features alot. Plspls

Hell fucking yeah

I’m imagining Tucker more as an angler fish (because they got that glowy thing), so Tucker looks really pretty in the dark, glowing bright aquamarine in the depths of the ocean, almost passing off as a harmless mermaid lost in the deep blue.

But in the sun? When you can see Tucker clearly? Oh, he’s terrifying. He’s got a mouth full of needle-like teeth that unsettle even the most friendly of fish, barnacle covering already rough scales, long claws on dark colored arms leading to sharp, jagged fins, eyes that reflect the light and can scare the skin off a catfish, and, of course, the faded glow of the marks that lured you in in the first place.

He’s not ugly by any means (the beauty standards of the ocean are very different from the ones on land or in the sky) but he’s still a deep sea creature meant to lure with pretty looks before devouring you whole, so people tend to be naturally… cautious around him.

Which is why he’s so surprised a little birdie got so close to him in broad daylight.

Wash lives off the coast with his flock (aka team freelancer because they deserve a soft au to exist in) and can be found hanging around the mer that chill on the shore. He spends a lot of time out there, basking in the sun, flying with his buddies, swimming with the mer, so when he spots a mer(?) lounging on some rock a bit further off the coast that he doesn’t recognize, he’s naturally curious.

He doesn’t even spot Tucker at first since he blends in so well with the rocks. He scares the shit out of him when he perches to say hi, ever the silent flier.

After getting thoroughly scolded for sneaking up on him, Wash and Tucker get to talking and Wash finds out that Tucker is a deep dweller (not technically a mer, but Tucker could give less of a shit, unlike his friend ‘Church’ who will gut a man for calling him a mer). Tucker finds out that Wash is a Barn Owl and that the ‘sneaking up on people’ thing is mostly accidental.

They spend the rest of the day up there, a lot of it spent sneaking glances because Wash has never seen a deep dweller (Tucker is like, the only deep dweller that doesn’t like spending all their time in the dark) and Tucker has never seen an avian up close, most of them either not seeing him since he blends in with the shore so well or are too scared to get close.

Also, they’re just pretty.

Eventually Tucker lets it slip that Wash’s wings look really soft and Wash offers to let him touch if he can look at Tucker’s tail. They spend the rest of the day trading touches and gently brushing over each other’s features (Tucker: Is your hair as soft as your wings?

Wash: Um, I don’t know. You can check?

Tucker: I’d let you touch my hair, but uh, it’s not really like yours.

Wash: How about your fins?

Tucker: Go for it dude.)

(Wash: Your teeth are really sharp.

Tucker: Yeah, how else am I supposed to eat fish?

Wash: I eat fish and my teeth aren’t as sharp as yours.

Tucker: What? Lemme see.)

(Tucker: ...your eyes are really pretty.

Wash: Oh… Thanks…

Tucker: …You can say I’m pretty too!

Wash: You are pretty. *ensue lots of blushing*)

It doesn’t take them long to become good friends and spend basically every day together.

Church may or may not get jealous about Wash ‘stealing’ his best friend. Caboose is excited to have a new friend. Grif grills Tucker on his crush. Donut is supportive of Tucker’s crush. Simmons is very interested in Wash and Co. and their anatomy (he’s never gotten the courage to go say hi to another avian before). Sarge (not a mer but a seagull avian trying to teach the mers how to fly) tries to enlist Wash to his cause but thinks Wash is sabotaging his efforts when he finds out how much Wash likes swimming (and when Wash tells him fish can’t fly). Lopez is basically Sabastian the crab from little mermaid except spanish… and with a lot more cursing.

ANYWAYS, they’re pinning and trying to court each other but they don’t know what customs their species have so they try to subtly learn about it while also ignoring the blatant attempts at courting the other shows because “oh, he doesn’t know that’s a courting thing.”

Deep dweller/mer and avian courting customs are actually really similar: giving gifts (especially shinies), dance/song, proof of being able to provide (food gathering, shelter building, etc.), and presenting color (They’re both insecure about this one because neither is very colorful).

This means the more they learn about the others' courting customs and how similar it is to theirs, they start going “ah, maybe he is courting me.” And they start getting their shit together.

Their first kiss happens when Wash tries to surprise Tucker by getting glow in the dark paint and painting his feathers so they match (presenting color custom). It ends up very messy and they’re both covered in blue paint that doesn’t even compare to the brilliant glow of Tucker’s marks and Wash is on top of Tucker.

Wash is kind of panicking thinking he messed everything up but then Tucker is laughing and smiling and looking at him with those shining eyes and—

Wash doesn’t think he could’ve asked for a better first kiss.

They’re a little insufferable after that, honeymoon moon phase and all, but everyone’s very happy for them and they’re very cute and everything is good forever. All the time.

[achromant]

If charr wore headphones, would they use over-ear ones? i suppose theyd be uncomfortable over time, squishing the ears too much?

In-ear headphones sound like the better option, but that's even more cables. as much as charr move around, four-ear headphones would end up as a knitted cable clumps in their pockets.

we know the commander has an ear piece, but those would cover only half (or a quarter, cause. one ear out of four) the frequencies a charr is used to hear? we know charr hear different frequencies with their four ears (and human voices fall somewhere in the area that charr are not that sensitive to) or has Taimi had the communication device configured to exactly hit a charr's hearing range? what if they accidentally put them in the wrong pair of ears?

imagine you were a sound technician and had to finetune your settings for charr listeners. i suppose metal music hits enough notes that charr can perfectly hear. but what about pop? or, even. oh gods. imagine human mumble rap.

oh gods. can charr hear wintersday music properly? i play the bell choir during wintersday only by sight, rather than rythm. is that why charr can do the bell choir so well? because their apex predator eyes can easily follow the glowy notes coming at them?

[x-galactic-star-x]

idk why

but i have this hunch about Cayde that he dont care what kind of body you have

he still gonna worship your body like its a gift from the gods

but for real tho

i bet my hecking soul this MAN will literally hold you close to him and will nevwr let go, cause ur trapped in his arms now. thats your fate!

his hands roam around your body and smoothly complimwnts you, like you are a freshly made ramen.

no joke

ur human?

gods he love squishing you! your soft body so warm against his metalic frame and he just wanna burry his face in ur chest, wichever gender u are he dont care he will cherrish your backside too. just watch as his finger squeese your body ever so slightly and watch the pressure does to your squisht self, like a stress toy, plus if he will 100% squish your face, ur his little squishy burbr now ♥️♥️

ur awoken?

this man will look at your eyes and just stare at them lovingly fr, he still lov the squishy parts, but now he can look at your skin, the pale like skin is just so beautiful and the litrle glowy parts that sometimes just glaze over your skin? damn.

he could stare at you all day ans his hand would play with your hair, and roam around your neck watching where the little lights goes 🩵🩵

ur Exo?

this guy is literally an exo he knows whats going on, but damn for he will wprship your body as much as any fleshy being!

he would 100% tinker with any joints and part hw k ow prpbbably sensitive to exos, and he would enjoy seeing you react to it~

exos might not have any jiggle but damn if he dont wanna be crushed by anything thats on you, you can crush him anytime thats fine by him just let his fingwrs wander 🩶🩶

+Bonus

Cayde wouldnt care if ur plush sized or not he will cuddle the hwck out of you

just tought i should share 🍜

[dragon-tummy]

*taps the microphone*

Jing Yuan's way of eating someone would be incredibly soft, gentle, maybe slightly teasing, but nothing to cause fear or anything like that to the prey. Stomach of his would be also very, very soft to snuggle to and possibly almost not as active as from the others Xianzhou natives, representing his sleepy/chill demeanour.

I know because I work for the Hoyo.

*dissappears in the shadows*

i hope u know this has been on my mind all day

clover try not to make tummy glowy and soft challenge (impossible)

visually i kinda see smth like campfire embers or fireflies? dont ask why i dont know JNDFHJNKflgm--

very mild lava lamp glow. brightness shifts up and down, think like those water/sea nightlights that dim out and brighten up over time.

gentle heartbeat acts like white noise. his breaths in and out also help, though they're more muted compared to the rhythmic thrum of his heart.

i am a simple man. i see a character/design that someone likes, im told about them, and then i start loving them as a favorite. mmmm men

[oddvanilla]

kinda pray for monkeypox not becoming a big deal

like our world going NUTS we dont need it too THO very often i think about how everythinh that happens is part of future's history and it makes me kinda less paranoid because people been thorught worse and it wont be a big deal for anyone

ALSO GOT REALLY OFFENDED BY THE APPLICATION THAT CPVID MADE PEOPLE STRUGGLE WITH ASKING FOR KETCHUP for me it qasnt covid i swear i jusy became insane and now try to get more like a human

YESSS YOU GET ITTT!!! LIKE I JUST HOPE ITS NOT TRUE. THE WORLD HEALTH ORGANISATION IS ALREADY FINDING CURES TO IT OR SOMETHING LIKE OMG PLS GO BACK TO FINDING A CURE FOR CANCER LIKE MONKEY POX WONT GET THAAAT BAD....right

(upcoming yap session put Ur seat belts on)

I often think about how back then it was way worse. Like ah yes, I'm a Victorian child born into a lower class family and I'm forced to labour all my life living in the streets of London or something. Of course, you don't have food or water or any source of hygiene to begin with. The worst part is..water quality was so bad back then that if you don't have drinking water; people just drink beer instead.

Imagine your 6 year old daughter working her life off mining in a cave with starvation since yesterday and you have to just give her MORE beer to fill her stomach 😭 like oh GOD that's miserable..

and after all that, im surprised the diseases we get now are more "dangerous" than back then. Mind you, people in the 1800s or 1700s had like NO technology to even think of finding a cure. Like damn you didn't even invent a microscope YET. <- I'll educate you a bit about history..the first microscope as a CONCEPT was made by a Dutch man named Zacharias Janssen all the way back in 1590!!! But the first MODERN microscope that we know nowadays with all the different lenses and even coloured was in 1774. That's like almost 2 centuries later...and incase you haven't focused in your 7th grade science class, the first atomic theory was in 1804. If you understand where I'm going with this, we humans are slow as HELLL.

I'm mentioning all of this saying dude...you're telling me people back then had some deadly diseases, couldn't cure it, DIED on streets, and didnt even GET quarantine.

LIKE NO OLIVIA YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE A WIFE IN THE 1800s. NOT ONLY WILL YOU GET YOUR RIGHTS TAKEN AWAY BUT YOURE ALSO GONNA GET BORN, MARRIED AT 7 YEARS OLD TO THE PRINCE OF FRANCE, GET A DEADLY VIRUS AND DIE BY 12. MUST BE SOO NICE TO BE A WIFE IN THE 1800s CAUSE YOURE BORN IN THE WRONG GENERATION...right?? ❤️

Talking about generation...which I bet everyone is sick of me talking about..but like dude would our generation survive if we just got a time machine to the 17th century. Although I dont believe in the evolution theory because we are NOT monkeys but I believe over time humans learn new skills, which changes their life styles therefore their bodies change too because every creature adapts. Cool!!

You ever see those articles about how nowadays we stay on our phone all day and that'll make our bodies lazy and not used to work blah blah blah,, at first I was gonna say if we go back to the time the Spanish flu for example started we would PROBABLY survive because we have better education, better immune systems due to actual healthcare and we could definitely survive with just common sense. Like wtf?? I'm NOT going to visit by rat filled basement bare foot..

HOWEVER compare the average human who sits on bed all day scrolling and laughing at a glowy rectangular shaped decide called a phone...we would not last a day without internet...at least I know I wouldn't 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

So like...think about it. Why is corona so dangerous?? It's only borderline to older diseases. Or maybe it's the other way around. Corona itself is DEADLY, but it's just the situation and life style we have today that makes me wonder why it's harmless. Like cough cough I got covid oh no!!! I can just stay in my home all day.. like you get what I mean?? I'm sure you would just get back to work if you were unfortunately lower class victorian child and had covid..and dying probably gives you more peace than working a lifetime for 10 cents..

So that's it!!! Silly lil rant about Victorian children, diseases, Humans Adapting, science and history, and of course generations. MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE TOPICS TO TALK ABOUT!!!

[mistborn-bastard]

Chunky Pepsi lore? Please and thank you? <3

PEPSI LORE!!

Okay imagine you're just sat in your house, drinking a cup of your favourite drink, perhaps one with a strange texture. And these weird little creatures come parading through. There's some glowy floaty versions of these creatures leading the way.

And they sure as hell seem like they're on a mission. So you decide to watch the weird little creatures, see what they're doing. I mean, why not? You don't have anything to do today.

Then the creatures open a fucking hole in your wall. So you follow them through the hole cause man what the fuck? But the hole closes behind you. So now you're stuck outside cause you left your keys in the house, cause damn how were you meant to know the hole would close after you?

You've been outside before, but you always had your keys so you could get back inside whenever you wanted.

But now you're stuck outside, and the weird little creatures have started beating up the things that have lived outside your house for ages and ages.

This is what happened to Chunky, the weird little creatures were humans traversing the mists.

He's still trying to figure out how to get back, and spends his time pestering Isgarren cause its funny to piss him off.

Oh and he has a radius of silly guy :) Spend enough time around him and you start to slowly change, into a version of yourself you've always wanted. Plus you get silly cartoon physics, so feel free to bounce off walls or run over gaps cause your legs were wheeling around so fast.

[honourablejester]

A random collection of my favourite PF2e (legacy and remastered) ancestry feats:

Collapse (Skeleton). As a reaction of suffering a crit, you can make like a cartoon xylophone skeleton and collapse into a pile of bones instead, taking normal damage and being unable to act except to reform into a standing skeleton again. This is such a cartoon move, and I love it.

Kneecap (Goblin). This may be the short person spite over here, but I just love little guys kneecapping bigger guys to slow them down. Everybody’s shorter than you when they’re on the floor!

Innocuous, Easily Dismissed (Halfling). You know that thing in Assassin’s Creed where you ‘blend into a crowd’ and despite the fact that you’re still a white-clad hooded assassin in broad daylight, the guards suddenly don’t see you? Halflings are good at that. They good at looking innocent and they’re good at blending into the background, and I love that about them.

Forlorn (Elf). “Watching your friends age and die fills you with moroseness that protects you against harmful emotions.” Comparative mortality makes some elves so emo that they’re resistant to artificial influences on their emotions. Which. You do you, guys!

Right Hand Blood (Gnoll). Borrowing from the myths of your people, you can use blood from your right side to aid medicine checks, but blood from your left side causes them to auto-fail. I just. I love the mythology of this. The sense of a living, embodied folklore.

Plague Sniffer (Ratfolk). If you’re a long-nosed rat, you can smell disease. No notes, I just love this. A lot of the ratfolk feats, are they useful, maybe not, but they really do fulfil the fantasy of playing a rat.

Gaping Flesh (Fleshwarp). If you came to the Fleshwarp for body horror, this is the feat for you! If someone hits you, the sight of your wound yawning open appalls and sickens them. It’s a great little vengeful ‘honey I have seen so much worse’ sort of vibe. Although all the Fleshwarp feats are so fun and lovecraftian. I adore them so much.

Crystal Luminescence (Kashrishi). First thing to know about me, I like shiny things. The little psychic crystal unicorn people (best. ancestry. ever) can make their crystal horns go glowy, and it’s everything my tiny childhood unicorn-loving self could want.

In a similar vein, Halo (Nephilim). Exactly what it says on the tin! You get a halo that sheds light. I want it. This is why I love Crown of Stars in 5e. I just want shiny things on my head!

Then, to finish up, if I’m picking a favourite dwarven feat … I am tempted by Echoes in Stone (tremorsense) and Defy the Darkness (you think you can make the darkness magical and have it beat me? I’m a dwarf, sugarplum. Try again), but I think the award for most dwarfy dwarven feat has to go to Dwarven Doughtiness. Yes, the magic of stone and all that, but at the base of everything, dwarves are just too stubborn to stay scared, and I love that about them.