#he always drew them more sexually that’s. kinda just how it is.

[helga-grinduil]

toga is not actually trying to touch her boobs, she’s holding her so she can drink blood from her wound. horikoshi just chose to draw it like that.

no, this is not the same as mineta groping girls, that’s not the purpose of that panel. this is the case of the author choosing to depict this moment in such manner, not of the author trying to say something about the character.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Hii lovely!! I'm not sure if it's alright but just hear me out. maybe a fic stalker theo completely obsessed w reader, maybe kinda dubcon but if not i totally understand !!

Very convenient timing considering I just read Haunting Adeline this weekend. I kinda used one of the parts in it for the instigation, but I hope this works!

Fuck Off

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Warnings: DUB/NONCON PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS STUFF, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, cussing, stalking.

18+ Minors DNI

You've had a stalker for a few months now. They would leave gifts outside your dorm to begin with. Then they started showing up in your dorm. The gifts were sweet and tailor specifically to your likes and wants, which you couldn't decide if that made it creepier or not.

The gifts weren't the only thing you got from your stalker. They would also send you texts from an unknown number. They weren't threatening or anything that suggested harm to you. Maybe creepy since they'd talk about what you were doing in that moment, even when you were completely alone. Sometimes they were sweet, sometimes they were sexual. And you hated to admit it, but they knew exactly how to talk dirty to you, they could get you worked up so easily. It freaked you out but you weren't in danger. Right?

You were sitting in your bed reading, unwinding from the hectic day you just had when your phone went off for a text notification. It startled you out of your little world and you opened the message.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you're reading?”

Your stalker again.

“A few times.” You replied. At this point, you've given up ignoring them since they'll just keep messaging you until you respond.

“I'll tell you a million more times. You should be reminded every day how beautiful you are.”

“You already do that.”

“Maybe next time I say it, I can say it while my cock's buried deep inside you.”

“Pervert.”

“Only for you. You know you drive me insane. You make me so hard just sitting there. Especially since I know the filth you're reading. You're not so innocent yourself, bella.”

You looked at your phone for a moment before looking around. You did read dirty books, but only in your dorm. Another ping from your phone drew your attention back to it.

“You won't find me, amore mio. You should know this by now.”

“Fuck off.” You replied, angry at him for how he's treating your privacy.

“Careful, principessa. If you say that again, I'm gonna come fuck that little pussy of yours.”

You scoffed, disgusted by his words. Would he really come do it? No. Was part of you also curious if he would and wanted to see who he was? Yeah. That's why you couldn't stop yourself from replying.

“Fuck off.”

“You're in for it now, cara mia.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to your book. Your eyes felt heavy after a while and you put the book aside to fall asleep.

The next day, you got up and headed for the showers, getting ready for the day. You stripped and got under the hot water of the shower, relaxing for a moment before starting your shower routine.

You always got an eerie feeling of someone watching you or being right there when you closed your eyes while rinsing the shampoo and conditioner out of your hair. This time, though, when you opened your eyes after rinsing out the conditioner, there was someone right in front of you. You knew him, of course, everyone did. Theodore Nott.

You screamed and backed away from him, hitting the shower wall while you covered your body as best as you could.

“Get the fuck out!” You yelled.

“I'm not going anywhere, cara mia.” He smiled. You noticed he was fully clothed as he stepped towards you, drenching his clothes from the shower.

“You? You're the fucking creep that's been stalking me?” You made the connection after hearing him call you the same pet name as your stalker.

“If you recall that little conversation last night, I told you I'd come fuck you if you told me to ‘fuck off’ again, which you did.” He took another step closer, his shoes nearly touching your toes. “And I don't make empty threat, principessa.”

“I could scream right now and someone will come in and stop you.” You threatened, hoping to deter him.

“I'm hurt you think I'm so stupid. I put a silencing charm on the room and looking charm on the door so no one could come in and you can't get out.” He said as he brushed a strand of your wet hair from your face.

You flinched from his touch, closing your eyes. “What are you gonna do to me?” You whisper.

“I'm gonna make you feel so, so good, bella.” He said and moved to kneel in front of you.

As soon as his knees hit the tile, you pushed him out of the way and ran out of the shower, trying not to slip.

“I already told you, you cant get out, cara mia.” He called out to you.

You ignored him and tried the door to the bathroom. Wouldn't even budge. You didn't have your wand on you either since you were showering. Hands wrapped around your waist and you fought against him, kicking back to hit him, which just ended up making you both fall to the ground. He was much quicker than you, propping you on your knees so your face was down and ass up for him while he held your hands behind your back. You couldn't see him from this angle, but felt his tongue flick your clit, making you moan.

“You act like you don't want me, but your soaking, cara mia.” He said before licking and sucking at your clit.

Your words died in your throat, replaced by a moan leaving your mouth instead.

“Your body knows what it wants, amore mio.” He licked up to your entrance, prodding his tongue inside.

“Fuck.” You moaned, eyes rolling back before closing.

He moaned against you and kept his onslaught of pleasure on your pussy until you came.

“That's my good girl. That's what I wanted.” He said as he helped ride out your high.

“To force yourself on me?” You asked as you caught your breath once the orgasm faded.

“To make you feel good, principessa.” He shuffled behind you a bit as he kept a hand holding yours down still. You could hear the sound of his pants being undone.

“I think there could've been another way to fuck me that didn't involve stalking and harassing me.” It probably wasn't a smart move to mouth off to your stalker, but you were so angry. You pulled your hands out of his grip and tried taking off, but he just grabbed your legs, making you fall back on your stomach.

“I think you like this, though. I see how soaked you are from this.” He pulled you back onto your knees and held onto both your wrists with both of his hands. His cock teased your entrance, coating it in your arousal.

“You think I like you forcing yourself on me?” You said, hissing from how sensitive you were when he nudged your clit.

“You haven't told me to stop.” He said before thrusting into you, immediately bottoming out and making you cry out. “You're practically dripping from how wet you are for me, cara mia.”

You couldn't even deny that, maybe you were crazy, but you were embarrassingly wet from all this.

He started thrusting in and out of you, his grip on your wrists tight, bruises will probably form later from all of this.

“Not even trying to fight back anymore. You finally accepting that you're enjoying this?” He asked, letting go of your wrists to grab your hips. “Or maybe I got you too cockdrunk on me. Is that it? Am I making you feel so good you can't talk?” His voice was condesending.

“Fuck off.” You said, clawing at the floor to grip something.

“You love testing me, principessa. I don't mind. I'm happy to put you in your place each time.” He said and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “You can stop acting like you hate this. I can feel you clenching my cock like you can't get enough of it.”

“As if.” You said between moans. He was hitting you so deep and fast, it had another orgasm building quickly.

“Keep talking like that and next time I'll have to punish you, amore mio.” He said, moving a hand from your hip to grip your hair. “How about you be a good girl instead and cum on my cock for me, yeah?”

“Fuck, shit!” You cried out, so close to cumming.

“Scream my name when you cum. Wanna hear how it sounds from those pretty lips.” He groaned, he was getting close himself. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, principessa.”

You came around him, trembling as his name fell from your lips over and over.

“That's the most beautiful sound I've ever fucking heard. Shit!” He said before moaning, his hips stilling as he came inside you, filling your pussy with his cum.

He pulled out as you both caught your breaths and stood back up, quickly redoing his pants before pulling out his wand and undoing the spells. He left the bathroom without another word to you as you slowly got up and went back to the shower to scrub the filth of what you'd done off of you.

And hopefully convince yourself that you didn't enjoy that.

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[wemustgatekeepwooyoung]

House of Cards

synopsis: you and your sneaky link, Jung Wooyoung, who you met on a dating app four months ago, finally decide to make it official over a round of Crazy Eights*

pairing: (non idol)! Jung Wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff

word count: 2,3k

content/warnings: !!!mentions of your previous sexual activities, not you actually having sex!!! ,small tensile environment throughout your game session that lead to your confession, pet names (sweetheart, princess, baby,).

author’s note: now this, this is a sample of what I normally enjoy writing. It comes more naturally to me but who doesn’t enjoy a good smut too? I’ve got many things cooking but my exams are right on the corner so I’m kinda screwed in terms of free time, cause I got NONE. Sorry ‘Don’t be a stranger, stranger’ is taking so long, I’m still kinda skeptical about it. Anyway, I’ll try my best not to just be active but also productive . It’s not something I can guarantee though. Hope your excitement stays present till my next update? Bye bye <3

*Crazy Eights is a shedding-type card game for two to seven players and the best known American member of the Eights Group which also includes Pig and Spoons. The object of the game is to be the first player to discard all of their cards. The game is similar to Switch, Mau Mau or Whot!. -Wikipedia

“You’re good Jung Wooyoung but I’m not going to give it to you that easily”

“You always say that and then end up moaning my name dear” he teased

“Can you stick to the game?”

“Yes ma’am!” he said and drew a card from the card deck only for him to draw another and another and another… “Shit how many’s it been?“

“I’d say you’ve drawn about half deck. Why? Can’t you properly fit them in between your fingers?”

“Now who’s the one not sticking to the game?”

“Well I never implied anything, it’s you that’s all messed up and pervy” you said and poked him softly on his thigh

“Oh am I?”

“Of course you are. You can’t even hold all those cards, one keeps falling every now and then. Are you that ‘frustrated’? ” you mocked him once again.

It’s been your new favourite hobby these past four months of ‘seeing him’. You two met on Tinder once he first moved into your city. He didn’t know anyone and had no connections with people, so, that’s what led him to joining the world’s most famous dating app.

You two clicked right away. Sex was what ensured your bonding at first, a few weeks passed and you kept meeting each other. He’s probably fucked you on every surface possible and you’re living your moment. Oh and sex calls… Y’all are wild.

You’ve finally found a man that can match your sexual desires. Not too vanilla but not too harsh. Just the perfect mixture of intimacy, freedom and that specific taste of filth you go crazy for.

You’ve gotten pretty close too. You even have sleepovers after wilding out on each other, it’s not just about sex like you both had noted on your profiles when you first talked. At least not anymore.

It almost feels like…

“Ha! Finally! Lets see how you can beat that-“ he said, still struggling to hold all these cards.

“Why don’t you leave some aside? It’s okay to cheat when it’s us two right?” you proposed only to be greeted with his seriousness, a rare occurrence.

“No. No cheating, ever. I’ll manage somehow” he said and then fell yet another card. He rolled his eyes and grabbed that card with his mouth, keeping it still among his beautiful plump lips.

What a sight. You keep staring like the obsessed one you are while he’s in such a difficult position! What a menace! It’s funny how he tangles you so well in between his fingers and yet he can’t really make happen to hold those cards right. Cute.

“Mmh?” he whined and you finally let out that laugh you’ve been holding onto. You squeezed his cheek and placed a gentle slap on it, making him question your mood.

He looked at you confused as you melted while holding eye contact. You really really adore this man and his pretty seductive lips. You gave a look-over to the cards , of which you’ve already made a stack after playing them, so that he strikes his next move.

He strategically looked over his cards, trying to pick the best one for his own sake. Hm… ‘What if?’ he thought. ‘What about that one on my lips?’ he thought more precisely. How could he though, he can’t even hold that card among the others, how can he now take it from his lips and place it on top of the others to make his move? He looked up the ceiling to find a way when he thought of the perfect one.

“Take it” he mumbled and you looked at him confused as you couldn’t quite understand. He repeated his phrase but still no recognition coming from his beloved, you.

He rolled his eyes again and with a quick motion, he tried handing it over to you with a similar strategy to pecking your lips. He balanced himself on his hands as he leaned close to you, trying to give you the card he wants to play with so you’d so it for him.

Your heart skipped a beat by how spontaneous he is, a characteristic of his you find very attractive. You replied with a similar gesture, accepting the card with your own lips and playing it for him.

A cute smile filled with success and pride of his showed up and made you smile back. How could you resist the way his smile cracks his cheeks and reveals his adorable mole on his lower lip? You just really love his lips don’t you?

“It’s your turn to play sweetheart.”

“Right” you said, still under the influence of his flirty action

“Are you distracted? I thought we should pay attention!”

“No I’m paying great attention!”

“Yeah but you should pay it on the game don’t you think?” he said and earned a smack on his right shoulder that made him chuckle “You’re so cute” he commented and watched you closely as you were trying to pick your next card

“Why do you have the need to make me question myself all the time?”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it so that you’re to have the advantage baby. We both know you do”

“I’m not going to say that I do and be defeated that easily”

“Okay, then try not to be defeated elsewhere too, I can now hold my cards. Shit’s getting serious” he reported like he was a journalist or something. Playing all sophisticated like he isn’t the biggest crackhead the world has ever seen. Also, how can one come out being sophisticated when he speaks like that?

You put on a smirk as you’re starting to enjoy his devotion. Card games have been your thing lately. You play all the time. It’s mostly you winning and him wondering why he lost when all he did during it’s duration was tease you.

“You know damn well that I’ll win this time too”

“Do you bet on it?” he asked with a grin on his face

“What do I have to lose? I said I’ll win anyway”

“And if you don’t?”

“If I don’t… Then, what’d you have me do to feel fulfilled?” you wondered

He’ll probably want to do something naughty later, something you’ve probably never tried before that’s been messing him up. He’s a very kinky guy, what else could it be?

“You’ll answer a question I’ve picked for you especially . But there’s no denying it. You’ll have to do it princess”

Fuck. Why’s anxiety being built up inside you now? Why’s your stomach bothered? He really knows how to play. Fucking Jung Wooyoung, he annoys you so much sometimes that you want to punch him in the face. But first of all, he’s too pretty to be punched and second, you have no reason to be scared. You’ll win again after all, won’t you? What’s a little test going to cost you?

“Bet” you replied and a naughty smirk popped on his face. Maybe he’s using all this as a roleplay only to ask you a stupid question in the end. But no, he won’t even have the chance to, cause you’ll win, right?

The heat’s getting real. He has gotten rid of most of his cards while you still are trying to play your last one. Your hands are starting to shake as his competitiveness is now at the highest it’s ever been in all the games you’ve played together so far.

You’re both focused but it’s clear who has the upper hand once again. You’re actually facing a big difficulty here, all this hasn’t come unnoticed to you. He’s actually good. Really good. Where did that come from? Is it that the question he has to ask is that important that it gives him motivation to go hard on you? What the heck?

And before you’d had the chance to realise it, he placed his final card on the card stack, your eyes focused on his motion not able to withstand this happening.

You were actually defeated by Jung Wooyoung, what a day! You never thought that this would happen. All your anxiety has left your body, you’re actually surprised and excited for your future matches. What can one say, you two live for all that tension that’s being crafted for the final dominator’s sake.

All he did was stare at you like he wanted to absorb all the dignity he had just earned from his victory. He clapped for himself and cheered like a little child. Furthermore you too burst into applause for him, proud of that little accomplishment of his. He deserves it.

“Good job Wooyo! How come you made such an upgrade?”

“I really wanted to ask you that question”

“Is it a bad one?”

“You might need some wine for it go down smoothly. Actually it’s me that wants the wine to finally spill that information.”

“Fuck” you hissed at yourself as he went over and grabbed two beautifully sculpted glasses for your usual ‘drunkards’ moment. “Isn’t that too much?”

“I’ll have that one” he said and swallowed it all at once, causing a little of it to spill down his chin. You gently wiped it off and pecked his lips, understanding the difference from their usual taste. “So… Can I make a prologue?”

“Go on”

“Okay… So, how do I even begin? I’m totally not made for this stuff. You see, I’d forgotten how to be a romantic”

‘Why’s he bringing that up so suddenly?’ ,you thought.

“Fuck it, here I go.” he said in very a determined tone before letting out a big sigh “Could you ever possibly fall for a guy like me?”

C’mon, pretend to be shocked Y/N! You can’t do that though, you can’t pretend, cause you are in fact, shocked.

“What kind of question is that…?”

“It’s stupid I know. I’ll ask another one, forget about it”

“No! No it’s not stupid!” you said and held his hands in yours “Of course I would.”

“So you haven’t already, I see. Cause I have”

“You have?!”

“Yes Y/N, poor me has developed feelings for you”

“Poor you?”

“The ‘poor me’ part goes for it being one sided. But I’m a lucky one, getting the opportunity to spend time with you and make such bets. It’s okay, no need to love me back”

‘Love him back’ ?!!?!? He’s actually having you so moved that you might as well make your confession. Why shouldn’t you? Hasn’t he been your comfort person all these months? Hasn’t he made you feel like you’ve got a reason to be excited and happy? Don’t you love spending time with him and getting to see all his aspects? You really do, he’s amazing and you know it. He’s your favorite person. You can’t imagine your life without him anymore and you can’t imagine his life without you.

You love comforting him and so does he. You love being there and watching him get excited over the smallest of everyday things. You love being there and watching him be sad and live through all these human emotions and listen to his struggles. You love it when he opens up to you about his feelings, so the shock you’re now experiencing has a taste of delightfulness to it. You just love him, you really do. You love Jung Wooyoung and the pretty world he has created in his head where he so desperately wants to take you with him so as to enjoy it while accompanying one another.

The tension’s still in the air and you can tell that his desperation has now become an acknowledgement of a false conclusion. And it’s finally time, time for you to give your answer, containing your explanation and confession.

“Me too”

“You too what? I’ve lost the context, sorry love”

“I have feelings for you too Wooyoung.”

“You do?!”

“Yes I do” you told him and this statement took him some seconds to be processed the way it should.

“Of course you do” he said then, proudly, bringing the Woo you know and fell for back on stage ”Won’t you scold me and call me an arrogant asshole?”

“No this time I won’t.”

“Really? Crap and it turns me on so well baby you have no idea” he admitted like his degradation kink was something you didn’t know of already.

He leaned again over the cards to kiss you, throwing them all over the place, causing you both to laugh in between kisses.

“So now what?” he asked and began to kiss down your neck

“What do you mean what?” you replied breathlessly while also trying to give out the focus that was expected of you in a case like this.

“What are we now?”

“We still need time to show us that, I think”

“You’re right. Let’s start from scratch then shall we not?” he proposed and turned you around, ready to make about his feelings again in a language you two’ve been practicing for the time period of the the past four months.

[cythena]

HIS ROOMMATE

♡ ⌢ ₊ NOTES: scara x reader, also some childe but mentioned, sexual tension, public sex (library), unprotected sex, breeding, tall flirty scara, also another post encouraged by @iamnotgayiamstraight

how often did scara have to hear you two? yeah it seemed like every night he would be stuck listening to you and his roommate fucking. he questioned why you couldn’t do it at your place every so often or get a room— just whatever kept it out of his ears. you were always so loud and childe didn’t seem to care. he knew it was a shitty ego boost knowing scara could hear everything. the headboard slammed against the wall, you responded to his dirty talk with sentences strung together with mostly moans. it was real, it was hot, and it made him a little jealous.

after your time with childe, you would usually go home but occasionally you would spend the night— in childe’s room. scara wandered downstairs to grab a monster and hop on some game back in his room. he didn’t expect to see the light already on.

“you son of a bitch, i’m fed u-” he started, ready to cuss his roommate out for his insensitivity.

“oh! you’re his roommate?”

his feet froze in his tracks. he fully made it into the kitchen before noticing it was you standing there. two monsters sat on the island in front of you. a black nike tshirt was draped over your naked body, your nipples hard through the shirt. you smiled at him, seemingly forgetting your appearance and relationship. “i’m y/n!”

“i know,” he responded. “what are you doing down here…in my shirt?”

“ajax sent me down to grab drinks- oh and this is what he gave me to wear last time.” you wrapped your fingers around the cold cans. your pretty manicured nails tapped the aluminum. “you're always in your room when i'm here..." you pouted. your eyes flickered up and down.

you noticed his tank top clinging to his chest. his thighs seemed to almost protrude through his sweatpants. he was shorter than his roommate but very well built. childe said scara would occasionally accompany him to the gym, it was present as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest. you found your eyes tracing the shape of his muscles. were his legs the same?

“i kinda wish you left a little more often.”

scara immediately caught on to your intentions. he scoffed and pressed his arms further against his chest. “how bold, that work on childe?” he stepped closer to the counter, his tussled hair bouncing with each step. he learned against the white quartz and cocked his head. “expect it to work on me too?”

“is it?” you rested your head on your palm, ignoring the drinks you were supposed to bring upstairs. your nail drew circles on the counter as your avoided his eyes. you felt them shift from your own to your nail, however with a quick glance you found them still locked onto your face.

“don’t be shy now, or is this a trick? i’d only expect the best of these games from a girl like you.” you looked up with furrowed brows and pouted lips. you bit your tongue—you think. really you couldn’t come up some snarky response. scara only shut his eyes with a small smile.

“you’re meaner than your roommate,” was all you could spit out.

“i am.”

you snatched the cans up. “but you’re less of a tease than he is. very refreshing.” you smirked and left the kitchen. scara ran his fingers through his hair as you walked past him. he smiled to himself as he thought about you like you were long gone, ignoring the man you were returning to.

scara couldn’t stand being in the same house as childe at times. he could live at the library forever. he didn’t even read much, he only had his textbooks out to look busy however he was more interested in his phone. scrolling through various instagram photos.

“thought i might find you here.”

“hm funny, this would be the last place i look for you,” scara laughed to himself before looking up from his phone. you took the seat next to him in the back corner of the library. “you studying or just miss me?”

“guess. childe’s out with zhongli right now and i couldn’t wait to find you. i just wish it was a little more private.”

“your confidence returns. and what would you like privacy for?” he smirked.

“you’re such an ass, scara.”

“i know.” he cupped your chin with his extended hand. in a swift motion your lips were molded against his, slowly following the pace he set. your hands twitched in your lap. suddenly, your chair was kicked from underneath the table and you were pulled onto his lap. in a trance, you placed your hands against his shoulders.

you pulled away as quick as you started. his lips shimmered with your now shared gloss. “scara,” you panted, “we can’t do this here.” scara gave a mock frown. his hands rested on the back of your neck and waist.

“oh come on, afraid of getting caught?” you nodded. “then better stay quiet.” he hooked your panties to the side, dropping you down onto his cock you didn’t even notice he took out while pushing you by the neck. he muffled both of your moans with the kiss. your eyes shut and almost rolled back into your head. your arms tensed and hands squeezed his shoulders.

your hips rocked back and forth on his lap before he lifted you up. you didn’t sit fully on his lap to stay quiet. your head fell backwards as you relaxed. he dragged a hand from your waist to your upper back to hold you up. he stifled a groan of his own. “f-fuckin’ see why he’s so obsessed.” he also threw his head back.

“scara,” you moaned.

“sound so pretty…what a pretty girl.” you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“i can’t, scara i’m gonna-” you whined. he placed an index finger over your lips. he moved his hand now his thumb took its place. he smudged your dark lip liner with a smirk. before you could complain, he pushed his finger past your lips. the pad of his thumb pressed against your tongue.

voices and footsteps shuffled past the bookcase you used for cover. your eyes widened.

he dragged you down. “sorry pretty,” he shushed you, “i won’t let anyone see you. come on, cum for me now.”

it’s like his own sense. at that moment, he sat you down as your cunt spasmed. your thighs squeezed his own. you pulled his head closer to your chest as you came. your fingers were tangled in his purple locks. your cries of his name were much quieter with his thumb blocking the sound. your body seemed to grow hotter by the second. “ok pretty,” he hissed. “fuck, i’m gonna cum too.”

“inside please. it’s easier.” you looked down through your hooded eyes. your thighs quivered as he filled you up with hot cum. his leg lifted from underneath you.

“good job, pretty. i think i should keep you for myself. but you wouldn’t like that? you wanna be shared.”

you didn’t respond—seemingly too exhausted from the orgasm he sent you in within a matter of minutes. “m-more please scara. i need it.”

he chuckled, tucking himself back in and lifting you up. your hands found the desk behind you to hold you up. your trembling legs took a moment to regain some balance. one hand held you as he packed his stuff up. slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he helped you walk out of the library.

“where are we going?” you asked.

“my room, you still want more don’t you?”

“what the fuck! scaramouche?” you looked over your shoulder at childe and zhongli behind you.

scara grinned, relishing in his roommates surprise. “what’s the problem? we already share everything else.”

[tkwrites]

Photo is my own

Love Me Gently - Quinn Hughes x ofc

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn Hughes x Original female character 

Warnings: smut (18+ only), fingering (m on f), handjob (f on m)

Summary: Early on in their relationship, Quinn and Sarah have their first really sexual encounter, and learn about each other along the way. 

Word count: 1,900

Comments: I see a lot of hard love in the world. A lot of extremes. Name calling and other kinds of degrading things. I realize this is a kink for some, and absolutely no shade if that's your thing. I just want to drop in another option: that it's okay if that's not something you want. It's okay to like and want gentleness, even if it seems a little boring on the surface. 

As before, this is a snapshot with the same characters in no particular order. 

Love Me Gently

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

Sarah angled her hips closer to his. She was in Quinn’s lap, kissing him and kissing him. He’d been gone for the past week, and she didn’t realize how much she would miss him until he wasn’t there. 

Now, he was back, and they were making out on his plush suede couch she was sure cost more than her car. 

This was the first time he’d invited her over without any pretense. No, "want to come up for a drink?" or "I’m going to cook you dinner." Just, “Come over.” 

The whole situation - the fact that he wanted to see her as much as she did him, and how handsome he looked with the scruff he let grow while he was gone, and that he kissed her as soon as he’d opened the door to his apartment, and the way his hands were roaming, traveling all over her, leaving hot trails in their wake - made her whole body feel like it was on fire. 

They hadn’t slept together yet, despite dating for almost four weeks. It hadn’t really come up. With his busy schedule, she thought he would be a third date kinda guy, but it seemed he was happy to wait until she was ready. 

Her body was telling her she was ready. Screaming it from the rooftops. 

Desire pulsed and ached between her legs. As they were currently bracketing his hips, she couldn’t squeeze them together for friction. So she did the next best thing and pressed her hips tightly against his, rocking gently to ease some of the sexual frustration snapping through her veins. 

A low groan filtered up his throat that had her temperature raising another few degrees. 

God, she felt so good pressed up against him like that. 

Quinn didn’t like to push in new relationships, always respecting the women he was with to let him know then they were ready, but he felt like he was going to explode if he didn't get some kind of release.

Her hand slid down his chest and stomach (his shirt had been discarded almost immediately), and Quinn felt his muscles quiver and his dick get harder at the thought of her touching him. Soon enough, her hand was over the bulge in his sweats, cupping him gently, and making him feel like he might set fire to everything in the room. 

“Can I?” she whispered. 

He nodded, "yeah." 

Her hand slipped into his pants, and he let his head fall against the back of the couch with a groan. He had dreamt of her so many nights on the road trip, his subconscious mind unwilling to focus on anything else.

As her soft fingers wrapped around him, she continued to grind her hips against his. 

He made his arms move, even though he felt paralyzed with pleasure. He wanted to return the favor so badly. Kissing Sarah was - kissing her was heaven, but he wanted to rocket her into outer space.

“Can I?” he asked, tucking his fingers behind the button of her jeans. 

“Please,” her voice was a breathy moan that made his hair stand on end. He filed the sound into the box of things he never wanted to forget. 

He deftly flicked open the button and drew down the zipper to give himself more room. Her underwear was green and smooth, but he couldn’t see more. Pausing to shimmy her out of her pants seemed like too much work, so he slid his hand beneath her clothing, fingers seeking. Her skin was hot and, when he found the apex of her thighs, so wet. Had he done this to her? The thought made him a little dizzy. 

When he pressed his fingers against her, overstimulation, verging on pain, shot through her, and Sarah couldn’t stop the squeak from escaping her mouth, the way her hips jumped back to stop the pain, or the grimace that overtook her face. 

Quinn immediately pulled away, “did I hurt you?” His chest felt hollow at the very prospect. The first time he’d really touched her and he hurt her?

“I…” she took a deep breath, readjusting her hand around him. A bolt of electricity shot up his stomach that he tried to ignore. 

“My clit is really sensitive,” she said quietly, as if it was something to be ashamed of. “I like it gentle.” 

"Okay." 

Gentle. He could be gentle. Bringing his fingers back to her slick folds, he grazed and stroked, keeping his touch light. 

Had other women he’d been with felt like this? He hoped they hadn’t and just been too afraid to tell him. 

Her hand began sliding over his length again, and he had to divide his concentration -  half on how good she felt wrapped around him, and the other half on keeping his touch light against her. 

“Okay?” he asked. 

In response her head tipped forward, eyes fluttering closed, mouth open, breath panting in rhythm. Sarah gulped and nodded, “yes.” 

Relief washed through him. 

He was mesmerized watching her face. A pink hue had flushed her skin, and she glowed like a goddess. Like that, the available part of his brain sifted through thoughts, trying to remember from his Greek mythology class. Like that woman - something of Troy - who launched a thousand ships to war over her beauty. Quinn would gladly wage a war for Sarah if she asked.

As Sarah touched him, she hoped she was doing it the way he liked.

“Good?” she asked, tightening her grip a fraction. 

“So good," he groaned, "You feel so good.” 

After a few more minutes, Sarah felt like she might explode - combust into a thousand tiny pieces. “I’m close,” she whispered. 

His fingers immediately sped up, pressing a little harder. 

“No,” the word fell out of her mouth like a lament. 

Quinn’s eyes snapped open, “what? What’s wrong?” 

Her eyes were screwed shut in concentration as if she was trying to remember something that had just escaped her mind. 

“You sped up,” she said, muscles relaxing, finally resigned to the fact that her high had ebbed away.

His fingers stopped all together “I thought,” he gulped, “I thought that’s what you needed?” He felt like a fool. He’d done this before. Women liked when you sped up or pressed harder to get them off. Didn’t they?

She shook her head, and looked into his eyes. Her expression was gentle, but he felt like he’d just been socked in the stomach. 

“Men like that usually,” she said, her hand slowing to a gentle stop. The pressure of his impending release escaped, and his body sagged. 

“I’m sure some women do too, but I like a steady rhythm. If you speed up, or press harder, or go nuts, the feeling just goes,” she made a blooming gesture with her free hand, “poof.”  

Sarah saw the moment competitive determination came into Quinn’s expression.

He nodded and reset his mental game plan. He was an athlete. If he knew anything, he knew how to be coached into doing something better. “So if I keep it steady and gentle, you’ll come?” 

“Probably.” 

“Probably?” he repeated, aghast. 

“Women are different from men,” she said. “All you need is pressure.” She demonstrated her point by flexing her grip around him. 

He gasped.

“For women, it’s not as easy. There are more factors, and we’re more… complex.”

He looked defeated. 

“But, soft and steady is usually good for me,” she said. “That’s what I do and it almost always works.” 

The image that conjured up of her touching herself made Quinn blush with desire. 

She leaned in and caught his mouth in a kiss, hoping to stoke the fire that had been dancing between them. It worked like a charm. His mouth and his fingers came back to life, kissing and gliding. Her body began to hum with pleasure again almost instantly.

She moaned something into his mouth. 

“What?” he asked, barely breaking the kiss enough to whisper against her lips. 

Her free hand gripped his shoulder, and her hips rocked into his hand, seeking as she moaned. The sound shot straight to his groin. 

“Like that,” she finally managed to say, “just like that.” 

God, she was so beautiful. Way more beautiful than even whatever her name of Troy was.

He went back to kissing her, his own hips seeking her hand now. 

“I’m so close,” she whispered into his mouth. 

Biting back his first instinct to drive her off the cliff, he kept his motions and pressure steady. 

She broke away from the kiss to let her head lull back. 

His mouth went to the now exposed skin of her neck, adding to the sensations filling her body. 

“Quinn,” she gasped.

He was already so close, and hearing her pleasure drove him to the edge until he crashed over it. Groaning as the feeling rippled through his body. 

Somehow, he managed to keep his fingers moving through it. 

“Oh, Quinn!” her words cut off abruptly and she trembled above him, hips pressed forward, extending her pleasure until it snapped like a rubber band.

She collapsed against him, heavy breathing crashing into his neck. 

“Oh my god,” she said as she felt her release pool into his fingers.

“Yeah,” he gasped. 

After a few more minutes of basking in the afterglow, she sat up, and looked into his eyes. Her face was serious. “No one has ever made me come like that but me,” she admitted. 

Quinn felt his chest swell with pride, and the smile that took over his face was genuine and sweet. 

“No one has ever taken what I tell them to heart like that.” 

Sudden fury turned his vision red, “you’ve told other guys what to do and they haven’t done it?” 

“Well, it’s more like most of them don’t really notice I’m uncomfortable and plow ahead.”

“Assholes.”

She laughed, suddenly loud, “pretty much."

Leaning in she kissed him, gentler this time. 

“Thank you for paying attention and listening to what I needed.” 

“That’s easy. I wish more women would just say what they want. It made my job a hell of a lot easier,” he confessed. 

He finally extracted his hand from her underwear. His fingers were wet. He wasn’t sure what to do with them. 

Sarah giggled as she did the same. 

“I’m gonna go wash up,” she said, sliding off his lap, her jeans riding low with the undone button. They slid down her hips a little more as she walked away, exposing sheer lace panels on the sides of her hips. 

Quinn dropped his head against the back of the couch and relived the past few minutes again, smiling to himself. 

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[barzfrommarz]

c!wilbur headcanons for @dynamitedarlingg

-during a breakdown in pogtopia, he went to go burn the original lmanburg flag but stopped himself. Opted for burning pieces of paper with the lmanburg flag drawn on instead

-(aroace c!wil propaganda incoming) after revival he tried to force himself to feel romantic/sexual attraction because he wanted to feel like a normal human again and that is how everything with c!quackity started. He only snapped out of it when they got drunk and hooked up and woke up in his bed like “wait a minute…”

-Favorite snack is goldfish crackers (i’m eating some while writing this)

-Has a tic where he throws his head back and brings his arms into like a “rawrrrr” position like he’s trying to scare someone. Think during the dance scene in the wendnesday show where wednesday is dancing and looks up to the ceiling and her arms are moving side to side kinda in that position. Everyone thinks he’s either joking or making a piss poor attempt to scare them and it’s really embarrassing for Wilbur

-Had a major goth phase as a teen to rebel against phil. He doesn’t dress the part but he still considers himself a goth and the Lmanburg uniform was somewhat inspired by gothic aesthetics 

-Used to hate halloween but it’s now his favorite after revival because he doesn’t have to try as hard to look presentable to others 

-Pretends to hate asmr but actually loves it. Sometimes if he exhausts all his other options to try and fall asleep he will use asmr and it always works

-Hates his crow wings because he feels like they make him look like his father. Purposely got them clipped some point during lmanburg and excused it by saying it would make him less of a target in war

-He can somewhat shapeshift. Mostly stays human/a crow but sometimes will give himself fox ears and a tail because he secretly wishes he was one instead of a crow. Could also explain why c!fundy is a fox 

-He explores all art mediums. Drawing has always been a way for him to visualize his emotions since he sometimes has a hard time identifying them

-Ashamed of his scars and stitches. tries to use foundation to cover them up but it never works and everyone can tell he’s wearing it

-Was a huge theater and band kid in middle-high school. Wished he went for a career in acting or music first instead of the president of a random country on a random secluded island in the middle of the ocean

-Burned all the music he wrote and recorded during his days on the smp on cds. He plans to one day release some of them in an ep but he’s saving it for when he truly feels he has healed enough to handle it

-He struggles with pain seeking stims. He picks at his skin, bites his hands and fingers and pulls out hair 

-He never cries infront of others. He only did once infront of Tommy and Quackity when he was told people use his name as a way to imply someone is being crazy/irrational. (this was inspired by a comic I saw basically doing that I forgot who drew it) ((he also swears up and down it doesn’t upset him after the fact)) (((Idk I just think something like that would really get to him esp since he tries so hard not to be like how he was in pogtopia)))

-I like to think c!wilbur is an empathetic person but he struggles with showing it especially after he was revived. He thinks it makes him look weak or vulnerable so he keeps it to himself and this makes him look more like a major asshole than he already does 

-When no one is around, he will do childish activities like hop scotch or watching cartoons because it strangely helps him calm down and unwind 

-His diet after revival consists of. Mac and cheese, instant mashed potatoes, all meat besides ham or bacon with a stupid amount of seasoning, plain white rice (sometimes with soy sauce), whatever fast food he serves (but only as a treat). Mostly just simple things because he can’t be arsed to make himself a good meal like phil did for him when he lived with him before starting the burger van

-He sleeps in the burger van on the floor with one pillow and a scratchy blanket. No one knew this until he forgot his coat at last nevadas and Quackity saw him like that when he went to bring it back to him. He ended up offering Wilbur a hotel room to sleep in for the night because he felt bad. Wilbur declined because he felt like he was being mocked 

-If the game WEBFISHING existed in the dsmp universe, you would not see Wilbur for days because all he wants to do is fish and forget about life

-Actively goes out of his way to cook and eat every salmon he catches. It makes him feel empowered 

-Either rides a bike to get around or drives a motorcycle. He doesn’t wear a helmet when riding either 

YIPPEE THATS IT KEEP THE ASKS COMING PEOPLE (but give me a bit to get back in my thinking chamber)

[libbytwq]

wowie i did it! I drew sonic designs for if he were in each shatterverse!

Im very proud of them, they look so skrungly

Also this was a challenge for me, i just kinda made up their designs as i went along with no references and no premade color palettes

Heres the post where i first made the idea:

Anyway, closeups + character info below

(Keep in mind, these characters exist in a timeline where the prism was never shattered)

Renegade Blur, the Sonic of the New Yoke City Shatterverse

I took some design element inspo from Knucks, with the scars and the lil spine dent thingies

He is incredibly reckless and very loud and overconfident (his scars are from being reckless and stupid)

He is kinda similar to Chaos Sonic tbh

He stops at nothing to defeat his enemies, even when his body cant take another hit

He can be a lil bit overbearing, but when it counts, his heart is usually in the right place

He works with Rebel and Knucks, and sometimes they don't get along but they can trust Blur usually

Loves races and is a sore loser

He's also never met Nine, but if he were to meet Nine, he'd be able to get along with him, but would side with the Rebels and agree he can't always be trusted

Very violently aro/ace, he do his own thing and doesn't like the idea of being bogged down by another person he has to take care of

Quill, the Sonic of the Boscage Maze Shatterverse

Took some design inspo from Gnarly and Thorn, as well as the facepaint from Prim

He can be a lil nervous and underconfident, and doesnt know he can run fast (hes a lil bit klutzy - if he runs too fast he trips on something and falls over, so he doesnt run too fast typically)

He loves his friends! He hates getting abandoned

He typically hangs out with Prim, Gnarly, Hangry and Mangey above the forest, but he does hang out with Thorn occasionally below the treetops (the rest of the group has no idea)

Thorn scares him a lot. He is so afraid of her, but he sticks around cuz they do actually care about each other, but they refuse to admit it

Quill is usually the one that the group sends below the forest, cuz he is able to grab some food without immediately getting sent up by Thorn and Birdie

If Thorn ever catches him taking berries, Quill is usually able to explain himself, and Thorn usually lets him off the hook

Quill and Thorn like each other (shhhh dont tell anyone i said that, not even quill knows he likes her)

Mangey is one of his best buds! They get along so well and no one knows why

Has never heard of the idea of relationships, but he has these weird fuzzy feelings for Thorn that he cant identify, hm must be nothing

Sexuality? Whats that?

Aklesh, the Sonic of the No Place Shatterverse

This one was my fav to design. I took a lot of inspo from a lot of the No Place characters, and "Aklesh" is Sanskrit for "Swift Lord"

The shiny rings and accessories are the colors of his friends - Red for Dread, Yellow for Sails, Pink for Black Rose, and Purple for Batten

His bandana on his head is yellow to go along with how Sails's bandana is blue

He just loves vibing with his crew, he gets along well with everybody - Sails and Dread are his besties tho

He's perfectly fine with being lazy and not doing anything everyday, but when the time calls, he's more than happy to be a swashbuckling pirate

Surprisingly, he is not afraid of water

He loves his colorful shiny accessories and is a bit of a collector

The peacemaker of the group, he settles disputes and suggests that the answer isn't through violence - but if the answer is to use violence, like if another pirate ship raids them, he won't stop fighting until he is victorious

Kind of unofficially unspokenly the second in command to Dread

Raging pansexual. Kind of a slut, with how he keeps his shirt half open /j

Aklesh thinks Dread is very very neat (and they were crewmates wink wink). Dread has no clue

ok thats all i needed to say, hope ya like it

[starsofmilos]

You Drew Stars Around My Scars (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: I think Adrian kinda a touch starve person, since people think he's weird so maybe not many people like to be near with him? Which make him a touch starve?. So could u write a reader who's make the first move to touch him in innocent way, like kissing his hand nor his forehead something simple like that??

So I read a lot of fics having touch starved reader and as much as I love that. I’ve always wanted to write a fic or see a fic where Adrian was the one who was touch starved so I was excited to receive this request

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, mentions of violence, small amount of angst

“Dude why don’t you just ask her out?”

Chris spoke out seeing Adrian eyeing you once again. Adrian turned giving him a small confused look.

“What do you mean? Why would I do that?”

“You’re joking right?” 

Adrian scoffed chuckling a bit. The idea of asking you out was so funny to him. As if you’d ever say yes especially to him. Besides it’s not like he liked you.

Right?

“Dude you’re so obviously attracted to her and she feels the same way. You could see it. I’m tired of all your guys stupid sexual tension so just ask her out.”

“Okay first of all there is no tension. Second of all, Y/N does not like me that way. I mean you’ve said it yourself no girl would ever willingly date me.”

“That was a joke because let’s be honest you’re kinda annoying most of the time dude and Y/N tolerates you. She actually enjoys your company and goes out of her way to look for you.”

“No she doesn’t.”

“Yes she does. Anytime we come back from a mission or we get separated from each other and we regroup, you are the first person she looks for. If you’re not there, you’re the first person she asks for. I’m telling you I could tell chick digs you.”

Adrian rolled his eyes, “Why should I believe you? How do I know this isn’t some stupid prank you’re trying to pull on me?”

“It’s not. I’ve admitted I’m a bit of an asshole at times, but I wouldn’t try to screw you out of a friendship. If I didn’t think she liked you then I wouldn’t be telling you to ask her out.”

Chris gave Adrian a grin as they both looked back to you. You did look especially pretty tonight. Adrian thought so at least.

You wore that one outfit that Adrian swears is his all time favorite. Made your eyes and smile pop more as he described it. 

He smiled as you looked towards them giving them a small wave.

“Adrian...”

“What?..”

“I can feel the tension from across the room. Go to her.”

“But she’s relaxing I don’t need to go ruin that for her-”

“Shut up and go sit with her and maybe I don’t know grow a pair of balls and ask her out.”

Adrian flipped him off as he walked towards you. It was a simple little get together at Adrian’s place that they all planned to unwind. Everyone would leave by midnight, but you..

You always stood to help him clean up or just to hang out with him just to end up crashing on his couch. (More like his bed since he’d rather die than have you sleep on his uncomfortable couch.)

“Hey Adrian..lovely little shindig you planned here.”

“Ah thanks all it costed me was thirty bucks.” You laughed a bit as he took a seat across from you. Not to close, but also not far.

“I could tell great idea getting digorno pizza. instead of ordering a couple. It’s not delivery.” You winked not noticing as Adrian grew flustered.

He laughed nervously rubbing the back of his head. “So did you plan on spending the whole party sitting in the corner?”

“No I was waiting for you to join when you wanted. I always wait for you Adrian.” You gave him a small smile. Adrian grinned as you sat up a bit more.

Adrian admired your smile as you fiddled with your water bottle. So maybe he did like you more than he’d care to admit.

You just confused him and kinda scared him.

No one had ever made him feel the way you feel. Whenever he was around you, his heart felt full, his palms would get sweaty and he felt breathless. He never felt this way around anyone before. 

He’d gone his whole life believing he wasn’t capable of feeling anything like this. He thought he didn’t need it. It was a superficial thing. He didn’t need anyone else but himself. 

Adrian couldn’t even remember the last time he intimately held hands with someone. He didn’t even quite know what that intimacy felt like. 

With you though, he wanted to know. He wanted to be held and not just used as a quick fuck. He wanted to be himself and know what it felt like to be held or just to hold.

He wanted you close. 

He wanted you next to him. He craved your touch even though he’d never experienced it. He just knew you would be the best person to hold or be held by..

You scared him in the best way possible.

The idea of one person bringing all of that out of him was fucking terrifying. 

You smiled softly standing up wanting another drink of water. “If you wanna wait for me you can, but I want a refill.”

Adrian’s eyes shut as you ran your hand through his hair walking by him. His own hand reached out for yours as you passed by wanting to hold it, but he didn’t.

As the night progressed and the more people drank. You and Adrian sat closer and closer to each other. Still not touching but close enough that if you wanted to lean on his shoulder you could.

And you did.

Adrian’s breath hitched as your head leaned on him shutting your eyes. He glanced down seeing your hand reach out for his. He held it open as it a silent invitation to hold it if you wanted.

God did he want you too.

You didn’t notice it though.

“I’m starting to get tired..Do you mind if I spend the night Adrian? I don’t wanna drive when I’m this tired.”

“You know you are more than welcomed to spend the night. Besides you did drink a bit I don’t want you driving at all.”

“I only had two beers. Rest of the night has been water. Didn’t wanna get stupid drunk like Peacemaker over there.”

Adrian glanced over chuckling a bit seeing that Chris was indeed stupid drunk. You laughed a bit seeing Chris tumbling over his words to Emilia. 

“Not our problem, Adebayo said she’d get him home.” You pointed to Adebayo trying to hide Chris’s drink.

“Last time I drove him home, he just kept yelling at me and threw up in my car so I said I wouldn’t do it again for a while.”

“Good only person who could vomit in your car is me.”

“Yeah it is only you. I’ll clean up your vomit and you any day Y/N.”

“How sweet. Might be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.”

“I try.” Adrian eyed your lips as you stared up at him. You grinned seeing his dumbstruck look. 

“Why do you look dumb? What’s got you all bothered?”

“What? Nothing. Why?”

“I know you Adrian. I can see there’s something on your mind. Now spill.”

“It’s nothing.” You shook your head as he laughed a bit.

“Not nothing don’t give me that bull shit.”

“You really wanna know what’s on my mind?”

“I do. I always wanna know what’s on your mind.” 

“Do you really?” Adrian teased as you huffed. 

“Yes. I’m sure you idiot.”

“I really really and I mean really wanna kiss you..” You grew quiet staring up at him with shock. You didn’t think Adrian would say this.

“But I can’t and I won’t. It would ruin our friendship and make everything weird. Chris kinda got into my head tonight too saying there’s some tension between us and I said no because why would their be? You’re...Shit man you’re so special and beautiful so how could their be tension with me? Me of all people.”

“Adrian..”

“Man I’m rambling now aren’t I? I didn’t mean too. Sometimes it all just spills out without me meaning too. Let’s change the subject, I’m kinda surprised Chris didn’t bring Eagly with him. I love Eagly-”

“Adrian I’ve never said this to you before but shut up.” He looked down at you in shock. You grabbed his arm picking it up to snuggle into him. 

“First of all so it’s not on your mind, Chris did bring Eagly. He’s outside though on the roof. Second of all you could ramble as much as you want to me and I’ll listen-”

“You just said for me to shut up-”

“I’m not done...Adrian...I really really and I mean really want you to kiss me too..”

Adrian stared down at you in shock. “But it would change things and probably make it weird-”

“I want weird with you. I love weird with you. You say I’m special..Adrian Chase you’re the nicest weirdo I’ve ever met and I want nothing more than for you to make it weird between us. Cause if you don’t I will.”

“I-I- um..I wasn’t expecting this at all. I think I need a moment.” You laughed wrapping your arms around him.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay...lemme think about this..” You nodded shutting your eyes in content against him. You leaned up kissing his cheek softly not knowing how that small gesture made his brain short circuit. 

“You’re killing me here.” He glared at you. 

“All I did was kiss your cheek dummy.”

“Fuck you.” You grabbed his hand playing with it as he continued trying to glare at you. 

Everyone began to clear out of the house each of them going home except for you and Adebayo who had to drag Chris to her car.

Chris laughed as Adrian helped her get him in the car. You stood watching them from a small distance.

“Dude y-you gotta just do it okay.” Adrian grimaced as Chris burped. “Ask her out!”

“Okay I will not shut up and let me buckle you up!”

“Y/N you hear that! He’s gonna ask you out!” You laughed as Adrian resisted the urge to punch his drunk best friend.

“Shut up!”

“Oh did you not want her to know yet?!”

“Adebayo please get him home.” Adrian slammed the door as she laughed a bit nodding her head.

“I will.” 

Adrian sighed approaching you. You rubbed your arms cold as the night air pinched at your skin. Adrian shrugged off his sweater throwing it over you. 

“Can’t have you be cold now huh?”

“I don’t need it. Spending the night still if that’s okay.”

“Yeah why wouldn’t it be?” You giggled deciding to tease him a bit.

“Might make things weird between us.” Adrian rolled his eyes. 

“That’s fine. I want weird between us.” You stepped forward grabbing his hand tentatively holding it firmly.

“Good.”

“You know you’re probably the first girl or well person to ever want to willingly hold my hand. A lot of people really don’t wanna approach me.”

“Well that’s sad. Who could look at you and not wanna just hold you?” Adrian laughed a bit shaking his head letting you lead him back inside. 

“So does this mean we’re dating.” He asked as you led him to his room.

“I don’t know ask me out.”

“Oh fuck fine! Y/N will you go out with me?” You grinned widely nodding.

“Yeah I will..Gotta say though this is kinda forward taking me to bed before dinner.”

“Shut up.” Adrian pulled you to him not holding you but having you close. You noticed his hesitancy to touch you. He wanted too.

You wanted him too, but it was obvious Adrian never had been intimate like this with someone. Not the sex intimate, but the I wanna hold you till I’m out of breath intimacy.

So you grabbed his cheeks admiring his face. Every small detail. He relaxed as your thumb ran across a small scar he had on his cheek. 

He smiled as you pulled his head down softly kissing his forehead. You kissed his forehead, cheek and let his head go only to grab his hand to lay a gentle kiss on it.

“Adrian..I know you usually let me have your bed and you take the couch, but tonight do you think it’d be okay to share a bed with me?”

“Are you sure?..” He whispered out scared that this would all end up being one big joke on him.

“I’m sure..”

“Okay..We can share a bed..”

You grinned as he walked away beginning to strip for his pajamas. You followed suit borrowing a shirt of his to sleep in. Adrian admired you as you laid next to him bed.

“Can we..Can I..” He struggled a bit to voice out what he wanted. Adrian Chase was speechless for once in his life.

You knew what he wanted though. You always knew.

“Yeah..yeah we can. Is this okay?” Adrian let you lay on his chest before wrapping his arms around you. 

“It’s more than okay..”

Within a couple minutes he fell asleep. You fell asleep after throwing your leg around his waist both you entangling yourselves around the other.

The next morning you awoke feeling warm. Adrian had completely latched onto you. You smiled feeling his arms tighten around you when you tried to move.

“Adrian..”

He hummed as you ran your hands through his hair. “I gotta pee.”

“Okay..pee.”

“No! I’m not peeing here idiot!”

“Well I don’t know how you’re gonna go then because I’m not letting you go. I don’t think I’ll ever let you go..”

You pulled his face away from your neck where he had it buried in. 

“I’m gonna go pee-” Adrian groaned shaking his head. You grabbed his face planting a soft kiss on his head so he could let you go. He relaxed more loosening his grip letting you wiggle free.

“I’ll be back!”

“You’re no fair!!!”

Adrian sat up jumping a bit as you ran back in throwing yourself on the bed. “That was fast.”

“Told you I would be...Do you think we could go out today? On a date?”

“Fuck I was gonna ask you...Y/N do you think I could have another hug?”

“You don’t gotta ask. Wanna cuddle then go out for breakfast?”

“Is that our date?” Adrian wiggled his eyebrows. You nodded gripping his shoulders to help yourself up. 

“Yeah..it is...to seal the deal I’m gonna kiss you now okay?”

“Okay...”

Adrian eyed your lips nervously as you leaned in placing a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled chasing your mouth when you pulled away. 

“Was that good?”

“More. Give me more please.” You laughed kissing him again laying down with him on the bed.

Adrian couldn’t stop kissing you. He kissed your lips, cheeks, forehead. 

Nothing could beat this. 

[thegamingcatmom]

Anon making way through resi 8 for miri

Mia telling us Ethan wasn't normal

And then we see Ethan waking up???!

Why is it so moving to just see him despite him supposedly being dead and despite that info and talking to Eveline, his only thought is his daughter and he has to save her it's just so touching like 🥺

Also the Duke finds him and is taking him to miranda good man he is

Miri gets the baby

Starts dripping mold from one eye

And then she starts to weaken? With Eva taking form???

But also the fight afterwards

Is like??? The most elegant fight so far?? Like she's just gliding around with wings at points and she's so graceful despite well the whole situation of her trying to kill Ethan

Ethan after that fight holding rose and breaking down?!

I cry at him giving rose to Chris

Telling her to be strong take care of her

And then he pushes them away to sacrifice himself so they can escape I-☹️🥺😢😭

Also the end scene of rose grown up

(MOSTLY) MIA RANT UNDER THE CUT.

(Sorry not sorry.)

Mia telling us Ethan wasn't normal

Yeah, the fact that Mia knew her hubby was "special" makes me wonder just how and when she came to that conclusion? I mean, she´s probably been prescripted her meds right after the Baker incident, so I guess that did raise the question of whether her husband has sustained some lasting "damage" as well. Or maybe it´s more the fact he didn´t show any lasting damage in the first place? Maybe that´s what urged her to investigate? Can´t get the researcher out of a girl, after all...

But like, did she secretly take a sample of his blood and had it checked or smt? (Something I can totally see her doing, btw.) Did he cut himself with a knife at some point and, due to his insane regenerative abilities, his wound closed up so quickly that Mia just drew the conclusion? ANYHOW-

Mia is basically a much less unhinged version of Miranda. Their freaks match so well in a way that is absolutely sinful, and I will forever be smad that we got Ethan instead of Mia as the protag in Village. Like, can you imagine the sexual tension of two mothers facing off in a battle for what each of them considers hers?? Can you imagine their lines as well?? You can bet your ass they would´ve destroyed each other through verbal sparring alone because yall just know my girl Mia ain´t a pushover. She´s the kind of woman who, as Ethan put it, "is scary when she gets angry."

...I fully believe that.

(She was going easy on Chris here, cmon.)

I mean, just look at her eyes. That fire, that passion.

THE FINGER. ☝️💀

Yall know shit´s getting real when The Finger comes into play. 😭

A mother´s love is the most powerful force on earth, and both Mia and Miranda would stop at nothing to get back what is theirs. Now, imagine all that fire COMBINED, I-

...Also-

CAN SOMEONE PLS TELL ME WHAT "EXPERIMENTS" MIA HAS BEEN PUT THROUGH IN MIRANDA´S LAB, PLS AND TY. 🫠

I mean-

At least Birb Momma made sure Mia wouldn´t freeze? I guess? Like, that is firewood in the gif there, right? ...Right?? 👀

AND ALSO-

Let´s not forget she was gonna whack who she probably thought was Miranda over the head when Chris opened her cell. I would´ve LOVED to see Miranda´s reaction. Maybe Mia´s tried pulling that stunt before and Birb Mama was just like-

PLS TELL ME YALL SEE THAT DYNAMIC TOO?? 😭

I also wanna know what her plans were for Mia once she would´ve gotten Eva back. Like, would she have just "forgotten" about her? Gotten rid of her?

...Or maybe she had different plans entirely? 🫠

(Is my current WIP kinda blending into this post? Mayhaps. 🤷🏻‍♀️)

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SIDERANT:

I rewatched some of Chris´s part to study Mia´s behavior when she spills the beans, and at the beginning of the vid he was like "I took Ethan in case Miranda infected him" and it got me thinking.

Like, yknow, it never occured to me that the Ciorbă de Legumes Miranda!Mia was cooking up at the beginning of the game might actually contain CADOU???? WHA- 💀

I mean, I just always assumed she was gonna poison him or smt. Yknow, just kill him slowly and painfully right then and there so she wouldn´t have to deal with him anymore. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

Mia sending her husband to put their daughter to bed is totally something a doting mother and wife would do. Absolutely. But, in the context of Village, it would also absolutely make sense for Miranda to get Ethan off her back long enough to be able to add a lil extra "seasoning".

And then we see Ethan waking up???! Why is it so moving to just see him despite him supposedly being dead and despite that info and talking to Eveline, his only thought is his daughter and he has to save her it's just so touching like

I thought the whole thing was sad af. Ethan realising he´s been a dead man walking all along - both figuratively and literally - is just so tragic. The only thing that keeps him going is his daughter, which only adds salt to the wound, really.

And then you have Eveline mocking him like-

😭😭😭

Also the Duke finds him and is taking him to miranda good man he is

Yeahhh, tbh? To this day, I don´t quite know what to make of the Duke. He´s not really "evil", but he´s no saint either. He´s doing what he´s doing mostly because it benefits him in one way or another. If he doesn´t think a good deal will come of it, I doubt he´ll bother.

With that said, I think the main (if not the only) reason he rescued Ethan was to "get back" at Miranda for destroying his source of income, aka: the village and its people.

I´d love to think of the Duke as an honorable man, but...sad reality is: he´s probs not. At least not the canon version. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Starts dripping mold from one eye And then she starts to weaken? With Eva taking form???

The mold dripping from one eye is Miranda weakening, yes. And the reason her power is leaving her is actually Rose herself (or so I´ve read). Even as a baby, Rose is so powerful that the "data" (Eva´s consciousness) can´t get through. Her lil body is instinctively pushing back against an invasive force, so Eva never actually gets the chance to "take form." It´s Rose all along, which is why Miranda is so upset in the first place.

Rose basically "saps" Miranda´s powers.

"My power...is leaving me!"

But also the fight afterwards Is like??? The most elegant fight so far?? Like she's just gliding around with wings at points and she's so graceful despite well the whole situation of her trying to kill Ethan

IKR. Birb Momma is just a feast for the eyes in pretty much every situation, ain´t she?? She´s beauty, she´s grace-

SHE´LL FLAP YOU IN THE FACE WITH THEM GIANT WINGS. 🪽

Ethan after that fight holding rose and breaking down?! I cry at him giving rose to Chris Telling her to be strong take care of her And then he pushes them away to sacrifice himself so they can escape I-☹️🥺😢😭

I ugly cried during this. I still do, every time I see it. Ethan´s death was just so unexpected and heartbreaking after everything he´s been through. Like, that man fought his way through hell TWICE to get his family back, so I didn´t expect his ending to be so tragic. I didn´t think he would be gone for good, yknow? He deserved better. 😭

Village was the first Resi game I cried over. 😢

Also the end scene of rose grown up

Yeah, always gets me teary eyed. So bittersweet. 🥹

Btw, there´s a DLC called "Shadows of Rose" that I highly recommend you play/watch. I myself haven´t played it yet cause I wanna finish Village first, but that´s the next game on my list. It features more Birb Momma as well ofc, and, this time around, she´s even more unhinged, if you can believe it. That woman´s OBSESSED, lemme tell ya. The LINES she drops-

"You are mine now."

UHSJAHSDFKAJSFKALSDF

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Thanks for your ask and congrats on finishing Village! 💋💪

[noemitenshi]

@marrecarandgi

ok so, the mommy issues: he does have them though i don't think they are sexual in nature (which is also why i don't like to call them 'mommy issues'--- theres always a certain… connotation attached (and on top of that it sounds, to me, like blaming the victim. not saying you're doing it! not at all! Just describing my aversion to that particular phrase as best as i can)).

So what that whole thing boils down to is that he never experienced the love of his parents, that's where it stems from. That's part of why he fixates on Madison so hard. BC already in the first ep of s3, moments after he greets madison, he watches her declare her love for her kids and for travis. "do you love him more than your life?" he asks her and the way he looks at her… like that's such a strange thing to him and at the same time he'd wished someone would love him that much. or like even half as much. hell, he'd take a quarter! It's kinda heartbreaking. He's drawn to such a love and jealous too. Of course he is, he never got it. And then he finds out who her son is she got in such danger for and… is angry at him. Angry that he has such love in his life and just--- treats it with such disrespect (=bc he's a junkie and also bc he clearly ran away from his mom). I think it reminds him of the relationship with his own mom, how HE had such love for her and how she had only disdain for him and for his love. And while he can't hate his mom - i mean i think he does. but he also loves her. feelings for his mom are complicated… but with NICK it's not complicated. He can just hate him. So yeah there's a lot of projecting going on. None of it sexual though, I don't believe so. Explains part of his fixation though. AND THEN on top of her apparent love, she immediately turns around and tries to manipulate him. "My, my son, he's out there, somewhere. Alone. I'm sure if you were lost in the wasteland, your mother would do anything to find you" Definitely he loves the way Madison could play his games (the way she did even as she was disadvantaged, even as she was scared), the way she tried to manipulate him AND also the way she loved, those two things drew him to her. Personally I think he was most taken in by the 'she keeps at it even while she's afraid what he'll do' thing she had going on. Pushing onwards despite. Does it remind him of himself? Most certainly. He loves to draw that out of her, that bravery, that opposition. After all, he likes people pushing back it's attention, it's caring enough to engage with him, not just dismissing him… And I think a third aspect in their relationship is that he also wants her to.. teach him, in a way. Because they're pretty similar - both manipulative and clever, wanting to control all others around them and not afraid to do what needs to be done (in their eyes) - but then! She's got a family that loves her. If she could just teach him how she did that… he could have a shot at that too. At long last he could have that, too! If only she could teach him her secret.

So yes, his family did fuck with his head badly, he's certainly got issues. And it comes out as desperate to make connections, as soaking up attention and affection wherever he gets it, no matter how dangerous it is. He knows full well Madison is playing him but he just can't NOT engage, at least in s3. I'm so fucking happy for him he got over that in s8. How heartbreaking would that have been otherwise… And I think the reason he got over it is because he finally got what he was craving - someone that loves him. Not wanting to use him or someone who merely tolerates him, but honestly, truly loves him. First Serena (I assume) and then definitely Tracy.

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Now about the 180 he did wrt killing Madison - honestly that's just bad writing in my opinion and having everything rushed because they wanted to do too much for 12 eps. That's how it felt while watching haha. (Same btw for Tracy suddenly saving Madison what the fuck come on get out of here with this shit omg). Anyway, what I could imagine is going on here: he knows he's fucked (chances of surviving this and actually getting tracy to safety pretty low) so he does what he thinks will most likely ensure Tracy's safety. Getting on the good side of these people (by saving Madison).

It's still a stretch, I know, but makes more sense than 'he saw into her eyes and realized bla bla bla' come on! Orrrr maybe he realized her dying now, without anything she believes in is no punishment for her. She *needs* to believe in the same shit Serena did so it really hurts her when she dies. She'll feel like she's losing out on something, or whatever. Now it seems like she welcomes death. She even said it to him didnt she. Something along the lines that padre will be safe without ppl like them around. She wants to die. So. He saves her. (Just like she didn't kill him when he begged her back in s3. she just sent him into exile). I kinda see this one as the most likely explanation. Also makes sense he wasn't paying attention to Madison, just worried about Tracy. Because that's his number 1 prioority.

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Now naming Tracy Tracy still has me scratching my head and calling bullshit. Sorry, no in-universe explanation for it, writers were being stupid. Probably thought 'oh this will show he really really cares about family bc he named her after his mom' or whatever.

[somewhereinthepines]

a/n: i’m cleaning up my writing files atm, and i found this lil thing. it was supposed to be a full-blown oneshot pwp, but idk if i will return to it like ever. to this set-up in particular, i mean. i might, but also not sure. so here as far as i’ve got with it. technically speaking, this can be considered an AU. ryan is around 23-24 in this fic. chris is 48. the rest of the counsellors are also older. and basically, ryan and chris both have tattoos in this fic, and pretty much look like their concept art versions. that’s the only time, when ryan is allowed to look cool. ever. 

and as to why jacob happens to be here…well, idk. he just is. 

either way, the pair is chris/ryan, there are hints of slight mature themes, but it never got past it lol. also i didn't re-read it, so if there are mistakes, so sorry.

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Emma was a freaking tease. Jacob knew it already. Knew it from the get-go, but he couldn’t help himself. He truly couldn’t. He was always getting frustrated with the way she taunted him. Giving him an inch, only for him to make it into a mile. 

Sure, it was part of the deal and they weren’t even dating, but deep down, he dared to hope for something more intimate, than a quickie and promise of maybe, maybe not doing it again. 

It was fun, of course. The things, that they did. Em had a fantastic body and she was more experienced, than most girls he was with before. Yet, it’s where she seemingly drew the line. She wouldn’t allow him to kiss her in public or even throw an arm around her shoulder. 

She resisted anything, that had something to do with them getting committed to one another, and despite how he should have been ‘respectful’ toward her wishes, it still managed to upset him. 

He naively thought, that they kinda had, you know, something special, maybe? A summer flick can grow past just a little crush, no one forbidden it to. 

But she was having none of that. 

She refused to give him any chance to actually show her, that he was pretty serious about making her his girlfriend. It seemed like she didn’t believe him. But Jacob was a stubborn guy, and he kept on telling himself, that he just needs to work harder to win her over. After all, Em was the girl of his dreams. Pretty, witty, and hot as hell. What is there not to want? He just had to try harder to make her see things his way!  

The only problem was, though, that he had no idea how to go about it. He only had one girlfriend before, and even then, she dumped him, because he wasn’t ‘sensitive enough’ for her or whatever. 

Jacob was pretty helpless, when it came to deciphering women's psychology. 

He could always ask Kaitlyn’s opinion on the matter, but she would make fun of him, abusing the boundaries of their friendship for her own amusement. And even if she would have been willing to actually help him, she wasn’t the most girly girl on the block. How would she know what Em might like? And Abi, well, yeah no. He doubts, that she will be of any help, either. She didn’t strike him as someone, who was on the same level as Emma. 

So with all those names crossed out, unfortunately, it left him only with one option. Not the best one. But who else was he going to ask for dating advice? Mister H? 

No, it was out of the question. He won’t ask some old dude, who clearly wasn’t doing anything sexual for years. Jacob needed a more ref-reshed opinion. Such as Nick or Dylan. They’d be able to help. 

For that, he smartly picked the time, when he had two of them in one place. During the breakfast, when everyone was way too sleepy to be smarasses and when, Emma was sitting out of ear-shot. 

It was perfect timing for sure. 

As soon as he was mentally ready, he blurted out, loud enough only for his buds to hear, “What should I do?” 

Dylan and Nick paused their heated discussion about some music band to throw weirded out looks at him. Ryan, on other hand, barely glanced at Jacob, pretty soon returning to poking at his food, like nothing had happened. He looked like he was still half-asleep. But Jacob couldn’t care less about that dude at the moment. 

“What?” Nick blinked, seemingly not following. 

“Yeah, what do you mean?” Dylan asked, leaning on the table, vaguely intrigued. “Did I miss something?” 

“It’s about –” Jacob couldn’t hold back an embarrassed, sheepish smile, that crawled on his lips. “Em.” 

“Oh…right, of course it is.” Dylan immediately looked bored, as if someone had flipped a switch inside his head. “It’s always about her with you, huh?” 

“Wh – no, it’s not!” 

“Yes, it is.” Dylan drawled out, eyes hooded and flat. “Oh Romeo, where is my Romeo?” 

“Did she dump you or something?” Nick chimed in, pushing a piece of broccoli inside his mouth. He was faintly smirking at angried look on Jacob’s face. “About the damn time. The summer is getting close to an end. It’s time to lose some extra weight.”

“Sick burn, man.” 

“I’m serious!” Jacob whispered-shouted, which only resulted in more recondited mockery. “I’ve – I’m asking you to help me!” 

“So she did dump you, then?”

Dylan snorted. Nick was openly smiling now. And Ryan just continued looking like he was pretty much out of it. 

“What? No. No!” Jacob shot back, glaring at them. “Don’t say that, man!”

“Why not? It’s not like she’s gonna date you outside of – umm – y’know, work and all.” Dylan supplied, getting an approving leer from Nick. “Summer affairs tend to be short-lived.” 

“Yeah, what he said.” Nick supported, mouthing another piece of his breakfast. “You win some, you lose some.” 

Jacob frowned, slowly getting frustrated with them. Those two fuckers were always ganging up on him, when it came to Em. But it wasn’t like he had much choice. He couldn’t figure it out on his own. He needed their help. Whether he wanted it or not. 

“I’m serious, dudesss.” Jacob said in a quieter, whiner voice. “I need some – uh, advice? Like pretty please?” 

“Like as in dating advice?” Dylan made a confused face. “From…us?” 

“How desperate are you?” Nick injected, also looking surprised. 

“I don’t know…very desperate?” Jacob offered, seeing a small shift in their behavior. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have been asking.” 

“So you want us to help you to make Em like you again?” Dylan asked, rubbing his jaw, like he wasn’t too sure about his own wording. “Like make her get swayed by you?” 

Jacob nodded his head. “Ah, yeah. Yeeeah. I mean. Kind of?” 

“For real?” 

“Yes. Fucking damn it.” he was getting pretty angry here. “How many times do I need to repeat it?” 

Nick sighed, putting his cheek in the hollow of his palm, eyes skipping to the other end of the hall, where Emma chatted with Abi. She was fully oblivious about what they were discussing just a few feet away. Dylan looked into that direction too, humming. To their credit, they both actually seemed somewhat thoughtful now. 

“Well?” 

“I dunno, dude. Didn’t you try to like — aw fuck, I don’t know.” Dylan turned back to him. “Nick, what you’ve got? You’ve gotta have something, right?” 

Nick responded with an indifferent shrug. “Not really. I mean, did you try to do something romantic for her? Like take her to some pretty place?” 

Jacob did nothing of the kind, but this got his attention. “A pretty place? In here?” 

“Where else?” Nick said, playfully raising both of his brows up. “The town doesn’t actually have anything cool in it. And in nature…” 

“You can fuck in nature.” Dylan injected, seemingly proud of his sudden resolution “Do it the forest people style.” 

“Get it going in the bushes?” Jacob honestly thought, that they must be joking. Em would never agree to this kind of stuff. “That’s not serious, guys.” 

“Why not? You can go skinny dipping.” 

“Or you can stage it like you will.” 

“Oh.” 

Now, this was an idea. 

Jacob nodded, considering it. “Okay, okaaay. Continue.” 

“You, her aaand –” 

Dylan and Nick exchanged looks, and smiled at one another, as if knowing something, that he didn’t. 

“And?” Jacob urged, leaning over the table. “And what?” 

“And a private, secluded place. This is what you need.” Nick finished, while Dylan nodded, getting a sip of his coffee. “This will get the ball rolling.” 

“Yeah, you can surprise her and then, get some or whatever.” 

Jacob glanced at Em’s direction. Maybe, this indeed was what he needed. They don’t even had to have sex, maybe just talk about things, where no one can budge in. In the end, he just wanted to make her give him a chance. A real one. And if they’d be alone and she’ll see that he was honestly trying…this should sway her judgment, right? 

But it brings him back to another issue. 

“And where such a place might be?” 

“Uhhhh…well. I don’t know.” Nick answered, unbothered by Jacob’s fallen expression. “Somewhere?” 

“Oh come on, dude!” Jacob whined. “Don’t do this to me!” 

Nick’s state remained neutral, and Jacob started getting real worried here, but then – 

“Maybe, you should ask Ryan.” Dylan offered, pointing his fork at Mister Gloom-Doom, who barely flinched at the notion. “He knows the area better, than any of us.�� 

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, actually. Ask him.” Nick murmured, getting back to his food. “Mister H probably showed him around a lot.” 

This was a good point, but it was Ryan, they were talking about. And if there was something, that everybody around here knew, it was that he and Jacob weren’t really getting along well. 

“I don’t think, that he can be –” 

“He sits right here, just ask him, geez.” Nick urged, before starting chewing on his bacon. 

Jacob looked at Ryan, and the other guy looked back at him. “So, Ryan…do you know such a place? For me and Em, I mean.”

The other teen didn’t respond. He didn’t even blink. Expression so-ever blank, the dark eyes slightly lidded. Always unimpressed and uninterested by anything or anyone. Jacob already wanted to punch him in the face. It was almost like an itch under his skin. 

“You’ve been here a lot, so –” 

“I’m not going to help you, dude.” 

He didn’t even hesitate or stammer when he said it. The asshole didn’t so much as bait an eyelid even. And while, Jacob expected it, this did nothing to prevent his temper from rising. Ryan really did pissed him off sometimes.  

“Wow, who would have thought.” Jacob bit back, childishly offended. “I mean, daaaamn. You can’t really contribute to anything, unless it’s a – let’s see, a discussion about how to deepthroat Mister H’s dick. Now, this would have been your field of knowledge, I’d imagine.” 

Dylan made a weird noise, that could have been a poorly stifled giggle, while Nick openly sniggered into his fist, masking it into a low cough. They both did a piss poor job of hiding their amusement. But Ryan himself barely raised a brow at him. 

“Nice one, Jacob.” Ryan deadpanned, taking a bite of his omelet. “I’m never going to recover from it.” 

“I’ll bet, that Mister H is into some kinky shit.” Dylan suggested. “Like some real dirty stuff.” 

“You, mean like an old pervert kind of shit?” Nick joined in, all too happy to spread rumors about their boss. “Roleplay? Or wait, the better yet. Underground BDSM club?” 

“Can you picture it?” Dylan laughed under his breath. “Mister H in leather?” 

“With some kind of torture thing.” 

“Like a paddle.” 

“Or a whip.” 

They could only hold themselves back so much, before they started laughing. Nick nearly choked on the last piece of his bacon. 

“Hey guys, can we please focus on me?” Jacob asked over their laughter, but was ignored. 

“He’s not into weird shit.” Ryan put his own two cents in, for once, looking somewhat annoyed. He always got all bristly and pissy, when they shit-talked his precious camp leader. It was almost like he cared about what they said about Mister Hackett way more, than what they said about Ryan himself. 

So typical for that guy. 

“Oh come on, Ryan. We’re just joking.” 

“Yeah, man. Chill.” 

“He can’t chill, though.” 

Everyone at the table looked up at him. The dramatic pause worked as a charm. 

If you can’t fight them, join them. 

“It gives him flashbacks.” Jacob said with a toothy smile, enjoying how Ryan’s hold on the fork tightened up as if on reflex. “Does he put you over his knee, when you’re being a bad boy, Ryan?” 

“Har-har.” Ryan narrowed his eyes. “Very funny, Jacob.” 

“What, I am just asking, man.” Jacob replied back, a smile still present on his face. “I mean, do you call him daddy? Or pappi? You look like you’d be into that!” 

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Are you done yet?” 

Jacob pretended to think. “Yeeeah, no wait. Wait. One last thing. Daddy Hackett.” 

This managed to send both Nick and Dylan into an absolute frenzy, they were openly laughing now, creating all kinds of rackets around the table. The other counselors and kids were glancing their way. But Jacob’s own attention was focused on Mister-Bitch-Resting-Face. He wouldn’t miss it for the world. The rare chance to see, Ryan actually losing even an inch of his cool. 

“So which one is it? You can tell us, we won’t judge!” 

“You really hang up on it, aren’t you?” 

“I don’t know.” Jacob shrugged. “What’s your favorite pose, by the way? Doggy style?” 

This finally hit the nail. Ryan’s breath hitched. His posture went rigid. And while one might mistake it for a sign of repressed anger, Jacob noticed how jerked his throat, and how quickly he went from tense to huddled, and oddly pissy, but in a very passive-aggressive way. 

Jacob had irked him for real this time. And he wasn’t about to stop. Fuck no. Why should he? Mister H’s personal Golden Boy deserved to be knocked down a peg. 

“Nothing to say for yourself, Erzahler?” 

He was anticipating his response. He waited for some sort of comeback or maybe, even something being thrown into his face. But in a second, all the pent-up energy seemingly left Ryan’s body, and his expression went back to being placid and bored. 

“Fuck off.” Ryan muttered, looking away. Defeated. 

“Awww…” Jacob coed. “Poor Ryan had –” 

“Hey, what’s going on over there?” 

Ahhh, fuck. 

He cringed, and turned over his shoulder to reassure Mister H, who was now glaring at them like a hawk. Sometimes, Jacob forgot that he was there during the morning hours too. “Nothing! It’s nothing!” 

“Nothing?” the older man’s face told him, that he wasn’t buying into Jacob’s bullshit. “It doesn’t look like nothing to me. What’s so funny, anyways?” 

“Ahh, it’s – no, really! That’s ahhh – that’s nothing, really!” Jacob waved his hand, hoping that it would pacify the other, and make the crowd stop eyeing him. Even Em was staring at him, slightly raising her brow. “This is just –” 

“Yeah, it’s nothing, Mister H.” 

Jacob paused, side-glancing at Ryan, genuinely taken aback. Not expecting him to come to Jacob’s aid, out of all people. But then, he noticed how there was a hint of light smirk on Ryan’s lips, and he immediately knew that it wasn’t anything good. Ryan might have told his jokes with a straight face, making people wonder if it was a joke at all. But he could deliver the punchline, if he really wanted to. 

“He just can’t count past forty five.” 

Some people started to laugh. Nick and Dylan laughed at this as well, not caring who was the target of their shared finger-poking. They seemed to love taking piss at everyone, really. 

“That’s –” Jacob felt his face flush with embarrassment. “That’s not true!” 

“Yeah, he slowly gets over forty six, though.” Ryan added, looking straight at him. “It’s very challenging.” 

“Fuck you!” Jacob quietly hissed, kicking Ryan into the shin under the table. Something had flashed through the other teen’s face then, and he kicked him right back. Jacob barely managed to bite back a painted groan. Ryan’s boots had a pretty heavy sole. “Ow, why you…” 

“Hope, that you like it.” 

“What?” Jacob raised his eyes and met that unbanished expression directly, and damn, he wanted to fucking throttle that prick. 

“Hey! HEY!” Mister H called out, getting up from his own seat. “Don’t make me go there, Custos!”

“What!?” he blinked, taken aback by such plain side-picking. “What did I do? Ryan is –” 

“I told you to knock it off, pal.” the older man warned him, tone serious and expression even more hardened. “I’m not jokin’ with ya. Don’t start something, that ya can't finish.” 

“But I –” 

“Calm yourself down. Now.” Mister H told him, like one would a disobedient dog and it was pretty much over, after that. At this point, it was pretty useless to try and defend himself, so he just sank back into his seat, throwing Ryan a dirty look. The other kid just scoffed at him, drawing his legs closer to the bench, and going back to straight up ignoring him. 

Fucking asshole. 

Mister H never got angry at Ryan. As if he was automatically blameless, and never guilty of anything. It got under Jacob’s skin at times. Just how easy it was for Ryan to mislead people with his quiet and usually non-conflicting persona. It’s like they literally believed, that he was any better, than an average man of their age. When he wasn’t. 

At least, Jacob wasn’t buying into that shit. There was just something very off about Ryan. Something, that made it hard to like him, but very easy to want to mess with him. He could never understand why Kaitlyn kind of liked the creep, when he didn’t even looked her way. 

But eventually, it all was sort of forgotten and Jacob went back to focusing on more important tasks such as getting Em see a real dating material in him. It was more urgent, than focusing on Ryan and how he got it all so ever easy. Besides, this plan might just work. 

Jacob felt good about this one. Real good. 

It should work out just fiiine. 

=====

It didn’t work out fine. Half-way through, he had already started suspecting that something was off. Nick and Dylan told him, that they had told Em, that Jacob told them to ask her if she would like to accompany him tonight. And then, as a final piece of their strange story, they told him, that she said yes. 

Dumbly and blindly, he had trusted their word. He went to the spot, where he was supposed to meet Emma. But it was becoming less and less likely, that she’d come. They said, that Em wanted to meet him on the Island, in the evening, when most of the counselors and campers will be getting ready for the night. But Jacob was yet to find any sign of her. Was she running later or…? 

Annoyed, he looked around, finding nothing, but well, the old boathouse. Nothing out of the ordinary. And Em was nowhere to be seen. 

Part of him suspected, that it might be a ruse. It won’t be the first time, when Nick and Dylan would use his affection for Emma to make a fool out of him. And it most likely won’t be the last. They still had a few weeks of summer left. 

Jacob re-adjusted his cap, looking up at the darkening sky. 

“Ahh, damn it…” 

The time was really running out for him, wasn’t it? 

But – 

But maybe, she was simply being fashionably late. Girls love to do this kind of thing. 

Not knowing if this all was for real or not, if Emma was still coming or not, he decided to wait it out in the boathouse. He might as well, see if she would be heading here from the higher point of the Island, rather than sulking on the bridge. 

“Okay, Jacob. Gotta wait for her a bit longer, I guess.” he told himself, filling the silence with his own voice, just to not let the anxiety take over. Perhaps, he still can get it going for him. 

Or maybe, not. 

Maybe, not today. 

He wasn’t sure how long he waited. One hour for sure, maybe more, but he nearly jumped off the second floor, when he saw a boat coming closer to an Island. Finally, she was –

But it wasn’t Emily. 

It was Mister H and…what the hell? Was it Ryan? 

They seem to not notice him too busy talking with one another. Jacob had no idea what they were discussing, he could only hear their muted voices, and see Mister Hackett nearly scrambling to get on the sandy surface, like he wanted nothing more, than to put a distance between himself and the water. 

Meanwhile, Ryan was tying the boat to the bridge pole, eyes downcast and mouth still running about whatever. As soon as he was done, he joined Chris and they walked towards –

Oh fuck. They were walking here. 

Jacob leapt away from the wooden border, heart beating loudly inside his ears. What should he do? None of the counselors were allowed to come here, after the camping activities were done with. And it was getting closer and closer toward nighttime. He would get in trouble for this! 

He couldn’t let them see him! 

The voices were getting louder and he could hear their footsteps making the old wood creak. They were fucking going up here! Damn! Damn it! 

Frantically, Jacob swiped his head around, attempting to pick a place to hide. 

Come on! Come on! 

“T-there!” he muttered to himself, feeling like he still could avoid getting caught. 

Quickly, he rushed toward one of the tables, crawling underneath it, right to the point, where there were too many chairs for them to hopefully notice him. He could hide behind them for the time being. And it wasn’t like it was actually all that bright anymore either. 

The sun was about to set in an hour or two, so maybe –

“I can’t believe, that he said it.” 

This was unmistakably Mister H’s voice. 

“He did.” 

And this low drawl was clearly Ryan. But what the fuck Ryan was even going here, and with their boss? So late too? How come that rules didn’t apply to him as well? 

Jacob could barely process what this situation even was, but he didn’t have all that much time to dwell on it. His breath came short, when both men walked through the doorway. Mister Hackett was holding a pack of…beer? And Ryan was dragging after him, seemingly familiar with this ‘routine’, like they did it before. 

And what the hell was this all about? Did Chris allow Ryan to drink at work? 

While Jacob was still somewhat shocked with this development, Ryan settled on one of the tables, putting his boot on the nearest chair, rocking it. The older man placed the beer pack right next to his hip, pausing like he had noticed something out of order. 

“And then, it’s –”

“Wait a second, bud.” 

Jacob watched in horror how Mister H took a step back from the table, and slowly rounded the room with his stare. The look inside his irises was oddly intense, not the kind that he ever saw the man having. Then, weirdly enough, Mister H’s nose twitched, like he was sniffing air. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“Ah, no…” Chris narrowed his eyes, looking from one side to another. “No, it’s just — oh, here it is.” 

He slowly stalked closer to the place, where Jacob was hiding and for a second, he thought that he was found out. But Chris reached for something, that was on the table, instead of looking underneath it. 

“Ah-ha.” judging by the sound, the olderman shook the object in his hand, before throwing it to Ryan, who caught it with ease. A bottle opener.  “I knew, that it was around here somewhere.” 

“You always forget stuff.” Ryan told him in an even voice, opening one of the bottles and hissing, when some of the foam dripped past the glass, and all over his fingers. 

“Not always.” Mister H responded, returning to his previous spot. 

“You forgot the password to your own safe the other week.” 

“It’s because I’ve changed it.” Chris chuckled at his own statement, rubbing the back of his neck as if embarrassed. “And yeah, you’ve right, I pretty much forgot, that I’ve changed it afterwards.” 

“It’s all because of the beer.” Ryan tilted his head a bit to the side, allowing Chris to take the bottle away from him. 

“Oh yeah?” the older man took a large sip, while Ryan stared at him. “Think so, mm?” 

“Yeah. It’s like – uhh –” he bit down on his lip, thinking about the word. “The Devil’s brew.” 

“The Devil’s brew?” Chris licked his lips, giving Ryan a crinky, cheery look. “I heard it somewhere before.” 

Ryan shrugs. “My grandma calls it that. And she’s like a hundred years old.” 

“Are you calling me old again?” Chris quirked a brow up. “Think, that only the old people know what it is?” 

“Not what I’ve said.” 

Ryan suddenly reached his hand, wrapping his fingers around Chris’s and tilting the bottle toward himself, taking a large gulp, that resulted in him starting coughing. It must have hit the wrong place inside his throat. Chris sighed and lightly patted him on the back, not even scolding him for such sort of behavior. 

Jacob frowned. Still confused. 

So, was Ryan allowed to drink for real, then? 

“Sh-shit…” 

“Ah, Ryan.” Mister H mumbled. “Don’t hurry. Drink in small gulps, yeah?” 

“Yeah, y-yeah, I – I know, it’s just –” Ryan wiped his mouth, right afterwards grabbing Chris’s uniform and tugging him a bit closer. “I kind of…uhh. I kind of tired of waiting.” 

“Ohhh…I see.” Chris drew out, understanding something, that Jacob didn’t. “How cruel of me to deny you this, mm? Want to get it on now already, champ?” 

Slowly, Ryan nodded, still gripping the lapel of Chris’s shirt. Still staring him dead in the eyes. And if Jacob didn’t know any better, he’d thought, that they were about to make out with one another. But –

No. 

Now, that would have been fucking weird, if they did. Like as if every lewd joke, that he and the boys made about Ryan and Mister H had suddenly turned out to be true. 

“I’m better start, before ya'll get all impatient, then.” Chris said, voice getting lower, deeper. “You’re ready for it, right?” 

Another nod. 

“Y-yeah.” 

Chris’s hands brushed the back of Ryan’s neck. “Good.” 

Behind the bunch of chairs, crumpled in tiny space, Jacob took it all in. There was a lot of familiarity between them. And it’s not like no one had ever noticed it before. It was enough to just look at them interacting, really. But it felt so much more casual now, somehow. Like Ryan and Chris were hanging out like this all the time. 

It felt so weird to see it happening without them knowing, that he was there. But his brain had only truly zeroed out, went completely blank, when Mister H took a hold of Ryan’s chin, in a gesture so sure and confident, like it was done time after time, and pressed their mouths together. 

Jacob’s own mouth involuntarily hung open, as he stared and stared, as if it would disappear or he would wake up. But it did not. And he didn’t wake up with a gasp. Instead, it was Ryan, who gasped into the older man’s lips, slightly aching into Chris’s other hand, when it crawled up his leg, right under his undershirt. 

And holy moly, it got intense pretty fast from there. Jacob wasn’t expecting them to just go for it, like that. Not that he expected them to go for it at all. But the kiss turned from somewhat slow into a dirty one, and he couldn’t foresee Ryan even knowing how to kiss, but he clearly knew what he was doing. Moving his jaw and grabbing Chris’s arm, trembling fingers pressing into his tattoo, sliding against heated skin while the older man sucked all the air out of his lungs. 

It was as if he attempted to choke him with the kiss alone. 

And Ryan was clearly into it too. Into not able to breath, aside from panicked, fastered inhales and exhales through his nose. It wasn’t the first time, when they did it, clearly. So how many times…? No, wait. Why does he even think about that!? 

It was so odd and wrong, but also, he probably shouldn’t be all that shocked, considering that Ryan never hid his apparent boner for Mister H. And speaking of boners, Jesus…

It didn’t take Mister H long to just slam his hips between Ryan’s spread legs, and lightly rub against him, while they were making out. Ryan seemed pleased, eager even. 

And this was weird too. Jacob could never imagine Chris as someone, who was this straightforward and latently aggressive. Sure, the guy had a bit of a temper at times, but usually, Mister H was pretty tame and somewhat polite. For him to just eat face with one of his counsellors like that? 

What was going on?

“Mhh!” 

Ryan made another noise, twitching against Chris and sort of attempting to reach for his belt, but his hand was stopped half-way. Mister H just kept it there against his hip, not allowing it to go any further, sort of jamming it against his growing erection. And yeah, Jacob could see it from his place, thank you very much. 

“C-come on…” Ryan rasped, when they separated after what seemed like an hour. “I need t-to –” 

He took a deep breath, still unable to recover, while Chris only smiled at him. It wasn't an unkind smile either. It was pretty warm and found, but also knowing and vexed. 

“You’re really inpatient today, buster.” Chris noted. “Can’t hold it back?” 

“Y-yeah…” Ryan sucked in another shaky breath, and nodded, watching Chris through half-lidded eyes. “I just really want you to…uh…y’know to uh…” 

“To fuck ya silly?” Chris asked, and it was so bizzare hearing him saying something like that. For a moment Jacob honestly thought, that he was asleep and it wasn’t for real. But then it got worse, “Raw you up for good, eh?” 

Ryan’s face flushed, and he slightly turned his head away, but Chris wrenched it back, using a grip on his jaw. His other hand relaxed his hold around Ryan’s wrist, and snaked back under the younger man’s shirt. He was in less hurry now, as if merely wishing to prolong this torture for everyone inside the room. 

“Wanna get all handsy with me, Ryan?” 

“Chris –!” 

Ryan couldn’t quite double-over, pretty much stuck with Mister H keeping him in place by his body and hands, and table not letting him go anywhere else. For a moment, Jacob wondered how Ryan could stand this much body contact and heat, but at the same time still long for more. 

Jacob got dirty with at least four girls in his lifetime, and neither of them looked so willing and eager to push even further, to be even closer, than this. 

But Ryan did. His whole body shivered, either from whatever Chris did under his shirt or maybe, because he wasn’t allowed to go any further than this just yet. It must have driven a guy nuts. It would have driven Jacob nuts for sure. 

“I, I –” 

“Ryan.” it wasn’t even addressed to him, but Jacob felt his guts twisting with uncomfortable heat. “Ryan…” 

Jacob has no idea how Chris could sex up that prick’s name like this, but there was a lot of emotion behind it. Warm and lingering, earning like a need, that could find no release. 

“C-can I –” Ryan swallowed. “Can I…now?” 

“No.” Chris shook his head, watching Ryan’s expression crumble a bit. “You have to wait a bit longer.” 

It seemed like Ryan was about to disagree, but instead his face went back to being unreadable, as he peered back at Chris. His fingers curled around the bulge in the older man’s pants, forcing him to let out a sigh as if in praise. 

“Ryan –”

“Y-you started it first.” 

Chris snorted, caressing Ryan’s jaw, pressing one finger near the corner of his mouth. “Cheeky, are ya?” 

Ryan gave him a faint half-smile, hooking one of his legs around Mister H’s hip. “I’m twenty.” 

“I know, bud.” Chris muttered, mouth hoovering near Ryan’s, as if in a promise of a kiss. “I know.” 

Helpless to do much, but continue watching them, Jacob couldn’t prevent himself from getting a bit reflective. They really stared at one another a lot, while they were at it, he noticed. And it was pretty much the opposite of how it went down between Jacob and Emma. She would rather keep her eyes closed and then, just shrug off his advances, like it meant nothing. 

It’s just summer fun, she told him with that cute smile and light pitch of her brows, and – 

It was kind of humiliating, that the guy, who he kind of hated, certainly got a better game, than he did. Mister H took Ryan to the woods at times, where they were supposedly hiking together, but now, Jacob wondered if this, - this right here - was what they were really doing in the forest. 

Was Mister H raw doggying Ryan in the open? Right in the woods? Just a couple of miles away from the camp? 

He seemingly had no problem banging him here. So yeah, probably. 

It still barely made any sense inside his head, it was buzzing and buzzing to no end. Was he really seeing it? Them together? There must be something with his brain or…?

Ryan let out a keen. 

And this was the loudest and the most emotional noise, that he ever heard him making. 

Involuntary, Jacob backed away further into the wall, blinking rapidly. Chris’s hand was twisting Ryan’s nipple under his shirt, if he had to guess. Ryan was openly panting, as Chris pushed his big finger into his mouth, watching him grow even redder in the face. 

And yeah, okay maybe there was an appeal to it. Even Jacob had to admit, that the creepy asshole did look kind of nice like this. When he wasn’t all arrogant and gloomy, carrying that large stick up his ass. Instead, remaining pinned and manhandled. And quite, save from needy voices. 

[sirfrogsworth]

Here is an awkward question I've always wondered about.

I've had fanart drawn of me and sometimes people will draw me skinny or more muscular. And I don't know if they are doing that because they worry I'll be offended if they draw me fat. Or if they think that will be flattering in general. Or if that's just how they know how to draw people.

I always kinda wished they had just drawn me fat. That's why I liked working with Chris so much. I was a chub so he drew me as a chub. Cuz that is me.

But I didn't want to hurt people's feelings so I just thanked them for the art. I mean, it is cool that people even want to draw me. Some of the art clearly took considerable time and effort. And that felt great.

It's a mixed bag of emotions is what I'm saying.

Anyway, I saw this fanart of Natalie from Contrapoints in my Reddit feed. And they have clearly upgraded her cup size. And it's giving me flashbacks to Skinny Frogman art.

Is this insulting? Flattering? Sexualizing?

I guess that is up to Natalie to decide, but I was just curious what folks in general thought about this phenomenon.

[estbela]

For the favorite character ask game, could you answer for Ro? :)

Of course!! Although, you mean all 50 questions or just specific ones? Because while it may take some time, I could answer for him all 50 because I love him so much <3333 and I'm insane enough to do it.

Actually nevermind I'm gonna try to answer all 50 because I am insane :]

Do you project onto this character?

Yeah and I think at this point everyone knows it!! Some of my headcanons for Ro are inspired by traits of mine, I guess? Also me making him AFAB trans genderqueer in modern times is kinda inspired by me, haha(although the way my gender works is different from my HCs for her). Some stuff that happen to him in my stories are also kind of inspired by myself, in a way? I mean, I kinda have an image in my head of how her childhood went, and in some ways I've made it similar to mine (although obviously it's pretty different too)

2. Did you always like this character?

Well, not exactly? When I first discovered Hetalia, I did like Ro, but I focused on other characters a lot more. But I guess I always did.

3. What first drew you to this character?

Well... the fact that he's the personification of my country, I suppose? I also like his design a lot, and his personality.

4. Did you initially dislike/hate this character?

Not really. I always liked him.

5. If this character were a woman, would you honestly still like them? Or in reverse, what if they were a man?

Well, of course!!! I think his character can work really well as a guy or a girl or whatever really(I love him so much I'm giving him all the genders lol). Sometimes I do change his gender/genderbend him depending on the story I wanna write.

6. Do you have any nicknames or pet names you use for this character?

Well, I do call him Ro. Sometimes I call him "lynxie" in my head, cause of the lynx being her national. I also sometimes call him "this fucker".

7. Does the character’s age matter to you?

Kinda?? I see him as being 24-26 physically in modern times, and almost 2000 years old in reality (i've got a post about my HCs for his age over the years linked in my pinned). I don't like it when people make him be born around the time Wallachia got founded, because I've already mentioned I see him as being far older.

8. Does the character’s looks/design matter to you?

In a way? While I do change the colour of Ro's hair (and his hair length sometimes as well), and the colour of her eyes, I do like his canon design. So I guess it matters?

9. Does this character remind you of anyone you know? Does that affect how you see them?

Y'know what. He does kinda remind me of one of my friends, which I have just realised now. It doens't really affect the way I see him, thought.

10. Do you see yourself in this character even without projecting?

In a way, I suppose I do. In his mostly cheerful nature and outlook on life.

11. How did you “fall in love” with this character?

Hmm...I had just gotten back in the fandom, and got really into Romania's history. And the rest is well...history lol

12. If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character?

GODDDD I would write so many stories. I would probably write about all of Romania's history, and his relations with a lot of different countries and so much serbro fanfic.

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

Honestly, not sure.

14. Are you physically attracted to this character?

Not really.

15. Are your thoughts surrounding this character usually sexual, non-sexual, or a mix of both?

Mostly non-sexual.

16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely?

I...might occasionally tear up a little when thinking about Ro.

17. Have you ever felt physical pain over this character? (ex: physical heartache).

A few times. Maybe. Not sure.

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

Honestly, both. I like seeing him suffer then give her some peace.

19. Does this character serve as a stress ball/ security blanket for you? Something you run to after a bad day to feel safe or happier?

I'll be honest, yeah. Thinking about him gives me a lot of comfort when I have a shitty day.

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character?

Yeah, I love her a lot!!!!

21. Are your feelings about this character platonic, romantic, or familial? All of these feelings at once maybe?

A mix of all three, maybe. Perhaps not romantic, tho.

22. Do you think you will always love this character?

I think he'll always have a special place in my heart, yeah.

23. Has this character permanently altered or impacted your psyche in a way you won’t forget?

...maybe? Yes? I'm not sure. Hetalia in general has altered my psyche in a way I won't forget.

24. Do you ever dream about this character? If so, describe a dream you once had about them.

I haven't dreamed about him (or if I did, I don't remember)

25. What kind of fan-fiction do you read about this character? If you don’t read fan-fics about them, why not?

All kinds, honestly. But mostly human AUs that seem interesting or historical fiction.

26. If you look for this character’s name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding?

i dunno...I don't really include or exclude tags usually. Although I rarely read AU stories where he is a vampire, because I've read enough vampire stuff with Ro for a lifetime(not saying people can't write stuff like that, just that it's not my favourite thing ppl do with Ro but I think if it's written well I'll give it a chance).

27. Do you like to ship this character with other characters or do you prefer not to?

Well, yeah. I ship him with like a million characters because I find Romania's relations with other countries interesting to explore. Characters I ship him with the most: Serbia(my OC), Bulgaria, Hungary, Prussia, Greece (kind of), England (kind of).

28. Do you get defensive about this character? If yes, then why?

Well, it depends. But I suppose I do? If I feel like someone misunderstands him, I may get a little defensive and want to say something, but I end up keeping it to myself because there is no point in defending a character to someone who doesn't get him anyway.

29. Do you affectionately bully this character?

Yes <333 he's my lovable idiot who represses his emotions so much and has the worst abandonment and trust issues known to mankind

30. Are you especially sensitive about this character?

Sometimes.

31. Are you ashamed of liking this character?

Well, sometimes I feel a bit ashamed of liking hetalia, but I honestly don't feel bad about liking Ro.

32. If you could make this character a meal, what would you make them?

Honestly, I am not sure. I'd like to make him something that he'd like. Maybe cabbage rolls. I think she'd like those. Or something with garlic, as I HC that he really likes garlic.

33. Are you “blinded by love” for this character or do you accept any flaws they may have?

His flaws are one of the reasons I love him, actually. But sometimes I think I do think of him through rose-coloured glasses, haha.

34. Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life?

Yeah. Inspires me to keep going even if life is shitty at the moment, for one day I'll be free.

35. Has this character ever prevented you from sleeping because you can’t stop thinking about them?

A few times.

36. Do you feel a spiritual/soulmate connection with this character?

Maybe? I feel a lot of affection for him, but that's mostly because I see myself in him somewhat, not because I love him like that. I guess, yeah, in some manner?

37. Is your love for this character a secret from people you know in real life?

In general the fact that I like hetalia is a secret I keep from the people I know, besides my friends who do know about my love for Ro <3

38. Do you tend to joke more about dying or killing for this character? Both? What causes the distinction?

Honestly, I don't really make jokes like that, well not for Ro. But y'know what, I'd probably kill for him.

39. Do you feel lovesick over this character?

Yeah...mostly when I think of ships involving him.

40. Are you very empathetic towards this character? When they feel a certain way in the story, do you feel those emotions too?

Yes!!! It's probably becausr I see myself a lot in him, but yes. When he feels things, I often feel it too to an extent. Probably why writing him is so therapeutic for me.

41. Do you prefer to interact with this character directly via self-insert/reader type content? Or do you enjoy seeing them mostly with other characters in the story and/or your OCs?

When I was younger, I used to enjoy self insert/reader stuff, and to an extent I still do, but it was kind of ruined for me (and I've tried to make self-insert OCs in the past but I always end up changing them so much they become their own full fledged characters pretty different from me besides some traits that remain). I do enjoy seeing him interact with other characters and my OCs tho.

42. If you could, would you write this character a song or poem?

Yeah. I plan to one day.

43. What type of weather makes you think of this character?

Windy weather. Snowing. Rain.

44. Which season makes you think of this character?

All seasons, but mostly winter and autumm.

45. Do you feel as if you are intimately familiar with this character?

At this point I probably am.

46. How much do bad interpretations of this character upset you?

Well, it honestly kind of depends on the interpretations. Whenever I see bad interpretations of him, I mostly get annoyed. If I were to see an interpretation of him that I felt was not only bad, but offensive, I would get upset then but I thankfully haven't seen something like that yet.

47. Does this character ever make you laugh sincerely?

Yeah a lot!!!!

48. What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

I like his haircut, his fangs, his canon outfit, honestly most things about him!!!!

49. What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

This isn't a trait represented in canon, and moreso a headcanon of mine, but I think it's maybe that despite it all the shit he went through, she never truly lost his rebellious attitude, and his hope for independence and freedom. Even if it made his life harder at times, he still tried to keep true to himself in a way, even if to survive she had to adapt and change a lot. He might have matured, but he's still a rebel at heart.

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character.

My pinterest board for him: https://pin.it/3zyAqZ3OB

Song: techincally it's more related to serbro than to him, but Two Punks In Love is totally their song. For one song that reminds me of only Ro, that would be maybe "Home" by Passenger. Or "She Used To Be Mine" from the waitress. And many more songs.

i still kinda like this drawing I did of him even if my art style has changed since then.

Most of my HCs and analysis posts about Ro are linked in my pinned! :]

the ask game

[rubykgrant]

Hnnnnnnngggggg I'm so in love with Poppy I want to know so much about her, sexuality, gender, interactions with all different characters in and outside the Blood Gulch Crew, weapon preference, vehicle if any, just everything omgomgomg she's so pretty and cute and hot omg hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Haha thank you~

Poppy started off as like... a couple different vague ideas for different characters? Then I really began to refine them more, and it all combined into Poppy. I have a lot of fun with thinking about her interactions with the main group of characters; she meets Sarge first, when he's asked to lead a "special training program", and he immediately likes her because she back-talks all the time (Sarge claims to want soldiers that always follow his orders, but a being rebellious is actually much more impressive... and it helps him realize this training program is Not Good. Papa Warcrimes doesn't trust the military anymore? A sign of the apocalypse! It also makes him realize how much he misses his Red boys and the Blues... the fact that they weren't "perfect soldiers" was a GOOD thing, and the way Carolina, Wash, and Locus got chewed up and spit out is also standing out in his mind).

While the training is still going on, Tucker shows up to give an example of Freelancer techniques (Sarge initially asked for Wash or Carolina, but they're busy; Wash is looking for the Triplets, and Carolina is digging up info on Hargrove. Tucker jumped in saying HE'S had Freellancer training, he basically IS a Freelancer, let him help!). Tucker wanted to make an impressive entrance, arriving early to surprise everybody... but after his ship left, he fell down a hill. Luckily, the only one around to see was Poppy, who helped him up and promises not to tell everybody he ate dirt. When she introduces herself using her first name, Tucker kinda pauses for a moment before answering with his- Lavernius (so, rather than coming in like the Impressive honorary Freelancer Hero with the Cool Laser Sword, Tucker and Poppy first meet and are just. Regular friends. Which is nice~). When some of the training actually starts, Poppy plays it up like- "Oh, hello Captain Tucker, nice to meet you", and it's just a big inside joke between them

When Sarge eventually decides to just destroy this whole whole program, he brings Poppy with him- "Look everybody! We got a new Red!". Simmons is IMMEDIATELY ready to utterly HATE her. Sarge is giving her attention? Kill/death/die/murder/destroy... but then she says- "Sarge told me you like Star Wars. Did you ever watch the Ewoks cartoon? My favorite character is Wicket" and that just defuses him. Simmons brain decides- Oh, sibling? Sibling! Seriously, Simmons rarely gets to make a new friend like some of the other characters do, and I thought it would be very funny if he thought he was gonna hate Poppy, but nope! They get along just fine, and Simmons has a friend. Also, new people often tend to gravitate toward Blue Team (Carolina is arguably not ON any team, but she's friends with Wash and shares a connection to Church, so she's kinda just. Over there. Doc is not specifically ON either team as well, but because he's close with Donut, he's kinda-sorta unofficially over there haha). So, Locus and Poppy are the new Reds!

Part of her backstory involves Poppy once being assigned to a group of Flag Zealot Reds and Blues; she was supposed to be the person who determined if they needed more supplies/weapons, etc. Fpr whatever reason, these guys were all on a first-name basis. Red Team had Jed, Ted, and Fred. Blue Team had Hue, Drew, and Lou. So, Poppy has been in the habit of using her first name rather than last names like the Blood Gulch crew. When her Reds and Blues ran out of ammo, they just started harmlessly pranking each other, which Poppy thought was better than ACTUAL lethal fighting, so she just never ordered more. Both teams decided they all liked Poppy, and so she was never the target of any fighting (if anything, they only fought over who liked her more). It was loud, and stupid, and annoying... Poppy loved these guys. One day, an old and forgotten mine that had been buried went off, and Poppy rushed in to save the guys. She got injured in the process, and while she was unconscious/recovering... somebody from Temple's group came by to try and recruit more Flag Zealots. Hue, Drew, Lou, Jed, Ted, and Fred refused to join. When Poppy woke up, her Reds and Blues had been killed (the a-hole that did it turned out to be Gene. Not only does Poppy find a new home with the Blood Gulch Reds and Blues, but it is extra meaningful, because when everybody runs into Gene again, she doesn't get the so-called "similarity" between him and Simmons- Gene sucks, and Simmons doesn't piss her off)

The illustration I did of Poppy with traditional art shows her before she got injured helping her own Reds and Blues; after that incident, she actually had to get a cyborg prosthetic arm (again, she mirrors Simmons in a lot of ways). When everybody finally meets her, she's about 32 years old, but thanks to being a little short with rounded features, she looks a bit younger. Her main armor color is white, with accents of tan (if I could get a little artistic about it, I'd call it dusty-rose). The armor of her shoulders/arms looks a bit like Florida's during his Freelancer days (I just like the design of it, and it would help her look different from other characters who previously had white armor... also, with her armor being white, Red Team truly is the Lesbian Flag haha). She's trans, and chose the name of a flower because she "picked it herself"~ Poppy has a calm yet sarcastic personality, with a raging inferno of a temper once somebody ticks her off. A very go-with-the-flow attitude, somebody who can be comforting and encouraging. She feels her painful emotions VERY deeply, and freely cries when upset (or lets somebody feel the wrath of her temper once she finally reaches a breaking point). Poppy has been through a lot, but is fully aware of her own physical abilities; she's strong, sturdy, and a capable fight (maybe not very fast, but hard to knock down, even harder to keep down). One of her skills is messing with audio communication, and her favorite trick is to play annoying songs as a distraction

[godteri-takk]

I hate that i cant remember names of other peeps oc SORRY

But u have coral? It think so

To them 2, 6, 9, 18, 37, 43

And to Kation: 12, 15, 18, 24,

Anddd to u

Coral: A, B, J

Kation A, B, J as well

Oh wow this is a LOT! This'll be so fun to answer thank you :D theres art too! Image:desc in ALT

Coral (she/he)

2: How easy is it for them to laugh?

Laughter doesn't always come easy to him, and for long he was ashamed of her laughter. It's a snorty laugh in short quick puffs, I think it's really cute! She feels comfortable laughing around close friends tho, especially late at night after a long hang-out with candy and music :)

6: Do they consider laws flexible or immovable?

She want to be rebellious but in his heart, he thinks they're immovable.

9: Do they swear? First swear word?

He started swearing only after he'd Fallen, and the first one was shit xD

18: What embarrasses them?

Being wrong, wearing clothes he's not comfortable with, not having control over his body, showing people his vent-art, stuttering, being judged, being messy, a lot of things honestly.

37: Do they have a system to remember things?

She ties the thing she need to remember to a visual picture. For example, if needing to remember how to spell the word "carpet" she'll imagine a little kitty in a car. Car-pet.

43: how would they explain their sexuality?

Ooooh that could've been a post on its own tbh. No! I'll keep it brief! Coral is objectum. He's aroace when it comes to people. His beloved objects, his partners, are Boy! the bunny plushie, Rey the computer, Sugar the flip-phone and Stellar the chain. They're depicted in both the ref-sheets :) So the main type of objects he's attracted to are plushies, technology, chains and sometimes buildings :) But you know, just as with other sexualities, she's not attracted to EVERY object tn these categories, just as lesbians aren't attracted to ALL girls.

Kation (hen/she/it)

12: How do they deal with a itch in a spot they can't reach? (Thats so spesific what XD)

Can only imagine that being its back. Use a stick or rub its back against something like a corner, a tree, the couch, anything

15: How do they speak?

She talks on the spot and use a lot of slang and some swear-words, she's quite outspoken and its emotions affect their tone a lot. Its voice is kinda deep and rough/ragged, with a growl hiding just under the surface of the voice.

18: what embarrasses them?

Failing in things hen thought hen was good at, sharing vulnerable feelings, admitting flaws, being considered weak or mean

24: Are they comfortable talking about sex? With whom?

Kation is very confident in its sexuality and is comfortable with talking about it with anyone who wants to! It's just a casual topic to her.

To Me!

A: What am I excited about these characters?

About Kation I love its design and powers and personality, I love to draw hen and Imagine hen in all kinds of scenarios, how hen interact with others, anything. Designing outfits for both Kation and Coral is super fun, about Coral i love his emotional life, her facial expressions, that she's objectum, his past, his inner conflicts and problems and worries.

B: what inspired me to create them?

Kation was created because I needed a main character in my comic. Hen is a fat, nonbinary demon cus those are all things i think we should see more in media. Well... mostly the first 2, there's a lot of demons lol. But i think those 3 things is a great combo! Coral, as first depicted here, I just drew him cus I wanted to redraw the album photo for Replicas Redux by Gary Numan (with Are 'Friends' Electric? in mind). But I didn't want to draw the guy himself so i just switched him out w a demon i designed on a whim. I liked her design a lot and decided to add her to the lore of the comic i made, and make him Kations best friend, soon with lore of his own!

Question J was only for fandom OCs it seems so ... yeah :)

Wow this was fun!!! Thank you so much I hope it was interesting, either way i now have a cool post with lots of OC lore n stuff!

[lamortwrites]

1, 4, 6, 13 for the asks? (sorry for bein greedy)

answering these asks, thank you!

1. Your hottest Durgetash take. The kinda heat Gortash had to endure in HoH. (But be respectful about it fellas, this means everyone)

I think trying to declare that there is only one acceptable flavour of durgetash, be it romantic/platonic/sexual, is inherently limiting and uninteresting. it's a ship of which one half is made up of an original character! there are endless ways in which a durge's relationship with Gortash could play out, endless ways in which they can influence him and vice versa, and whatever your personal tastes saying with your entire chest that there is only one type of ship allowed is boring and distasteful at best and outright concerning at worst. there is no universal, one size fits all here. there is so little to go off of in canon -- the entire point is to develop their relationship yourself!

4. Which one of them is the morally worse person? Your Durge or Gortash? Who’s really just a sadistic little fuck and did they make the other one ‘hol up’ before?

answered here!

6. What’s the most wholesome hc you have for them? Something they did, a particular approach at bonding, just them being disgustingly soft once? Some good old hand in hand vivisection?

that they changed for each other. maybe not willingly, maybe not consciously, but in the fifteen years between their first meeting and the nautiloid something shifted enough in each of them to let them run mostly parallel rather than working against each other. now, is this actually wholesome? is this good for, like, either of them? arguably, no. I don't honestly think there is any universe in which either of them are good for the other, certainly not long term. any peace that could exist between them is a misunderstanding at best and a farce at worst. but at the end of the day they still chose each other, and I'm always more interested in stories of allies than in stories of romance. (they are aro4aro to me, anyway, bc aro people deserve bad rep too <3)

in your answer about them you described them as being in a war, not a romance, which is incredibly accurate and made me think of this poem that has lived rent free in my head since Cal posted it:

(I couldn't find the original post to link back to, but it's by internet-sentences)

they say war is a force that gives humans meaning and for some of us, the worst ones, how could love compete with that?

13. What’s your personal favourite flavour that you find yourself gravitating towards? Not necessarily what sort of stuff you publish or smth, but what you personally consume like a starving man in a desert and rotate in your brain? The kinky shit, the domestics, the gore and horror attached to them, star crossed lovers vibes?

it's about the power struggle for me. Gortash is the kind of person whose hunger is insatiable -- he'll never be satisfied with what he has, he will always want more than it is possible for him to have, and when faced with a titan? there's no way that man looks at durge and thinks anything other than I want that for myself. the thing that initially drew me to durgetash was the idea that despite everything they are equals, and I will admit that I still like it best when there is no clear winner!