#he’ll probably change in the future but for now there’s the boy

[mangozic]

michael distortion what a goofy guy

[yuwuta]

YOU AND I TOGETHER, WON’T YOU HOLD ON TO ME — YUUTA OKKOTSU

cw mentions of children, pregnancy. so much of yuuta being happy and sappy :(( sorry i haven’t shutup about my little depressed lovesick boy making it out and living a full life. probably won’t anytime soon actually. satoru is alive and well in all my renditions of happily ever after and that won’t change either i fear  

Yuuta talks about the future often. A future with you, and him, and your friends, and a family where you’re all together forever and he gets to love you until the end of time. 

Sometimes, you think he doesn’t realize what he’s doing—dreaming about forever with you; but you can never find it in your heart to break his illusion. The boy who used to dread his next waking moment is dreaming and dreaming and dreaming, and making all of yours come true. 

It’s quiet in this part of the Gojo compound. The gentle sounds of a stream running through the garden, and chirping of birds are the only noises that disrupt your daydreams. 

Or, perhaps, fuel them. 

“I hope our kids aren’t afraid of birds,” Yuuta muses, wide eyes looking past your face up to the tall trees, full of happily singing bluebirds, “There’s so many of them here.” 

You’re gentle when you stroke his hair, taking advantage of his head in your lap to pull the longer pieces out of his eyes. 

Your smile is giddy, unfiltered. “Kids? Plural?” 

Yuuta hums with smile. His eyes remain on the sky, chasing a pair of birds that flitter between long branches. 

“Yeah. At least two, so they don’t get lonely,” he says, “They’ll have us, and their cousins, and sensei, and our friends, but they’re going to need each other at home.”

Yuuta lets his eyes fall to you at the end of his sentence, a sparkling smile on his scarred lips. 

“I see,” you smile, “At least two so they can be friends.” 

“Best friends,” he revises your statement, “So they can train together, too, if they want to be sorcerers. Or not. It’s fine, either way.” He blinks, eyes warm, “I hear that four is the happy medium for a family, but I think three is going to be easier inheritance wise, if sensei is serious about making me clan head someday.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Yeah, but if a fourth comes along, I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” 

“I’m sure sensei will have made more than enough money for them by then.” 

Yuuta giggles, earnestly in your arms at that. “Of course he will.” 

You pause for a moment, committing his laugh to memory. His features flush slightly under your gaze, and you lean down to kiss his scarred forehead. You let your hands resume petting his hair, following in his gaze to look up at the birds. 

“Tell me more about them.” 

Yuuta doesn’t waste a moment, closing his eyes; letting you paint the picture in the sky for yourself as he talks. 

“The gap between the oldest and youngest is six or seven years. I think five might be enough, though. So, that means our middle one is about three when our littlest comes along.” 

“Unless a fourth happens.” 

Yuuta hums in agreement. “Unless a fourth happens. But we’ll have time.” 

You’ll have time, you nod. You have time now, you and him; all the time in the world. 

“A three year old and newborn sounds like a lot of work.” 

“Maybe. But we’ll also have a seven year old. He’s going to want to help with the baby, so we’ll have an extra hand,” Yuuta says, “And that’s not even counting sensei and the rest.” 

“He?”

“I think he’ll be a boy, the oldest. He might look like me, but he’ll act like you, so he’s going to be Kugisaki’s favorite.”

You find yourself choking out a genuine cackle at that. When you look down, Yuuta’s got a smile wider than yours. 

“He sounds wonderful. Like his father,” you confess, “But the idea of pregnancy thrice in a seven year span sounds exhausting.” 

“We can use surrogates. Or adopt. Or whatever,” Yuuta tells you, “Gojo-sensei will help us figure it out if we need help.” 

You have no doubt about that. And now, when you look back up to the sky, you can see vignettes of Gojo-sensei with your your seven year old on his shoulders, your middle child on his hip, and the baby gnawing at his legs. 

And then Yuuji is skipping into the scene, cooing at the youngest, picking him up and consoling him effortlessly. He carries the baby over to a crib with another crying newborn that looks eerily like Megumi, whose green eyes go wide at the stranger, then smile gummy as both babies reach for each other. 

Maki is there too, tapping your eldest on the shoulder with her staff and pretending not to have done it. Nobara holds up a shirt to the middle child, brassy in questioning Gojo why she told her that the baby would fit in this size that’s obviously too big, meanwhile the toddler ignores them both, fascinated with the marks on Toge’s cheeks as he plays peek-a-boo. 

It’s not hard to imagine. The scenes in your head aren’t wild fantasies or unattainable dreams—not anymore. 

“You want a big family.” 

Yuuta nods, reaching for your hand and pulling it away from his hair, and to his lips. “We have the resources for it now. Not just financially—we have time, and lots of friends, and lots of love.” 

Yuuta presses a kiss to the back of your hand, and you smile. He’s right, there’s more than enough love to go around. 

[animelovelover123]

I SWEAR you have done this idea before, but I can't find it, so I'm assuming I dreamed it up or read it on someone else's blog 😭. But what would the DMC boys reactions be to reader squirting for the first time? I can imagine some would be cocky about it/extremely turned on by it, etc. It would be exciting to see your POV on them. Thank you for your amazing work! 🥰

Nope, never done this idea but I like it! Here you go, hope you enjoy making a mess with our demon hunting boys ;)

You Squirting On The DMC Boys

Dante

Dante is a messy lover. He likes clothes ripped off and thrown around the room; lipstick marks on his neck, abs, chest, hell even smudged over his lips; hair tousled crazily; making out so rough and sloppy that your lips are left glistening and connected by a string of saliva; and he prefers cumming ON you rather than in you.

The first time he makes you orgasm he is going down on you, because, of course, he wants to start this stage of your relationship by servicing you.

You get him in the face, much of the liquid going right into his mouth. There is a pause of shock then he suddenly sits up, now 2 kinds of your liquids dripping down from his grinning lips.

“Holly hell baby, do that again.” He flattens his hand and starts aggressively rubbing your clit, trying to force you into a back-to-back orgasm. He’ll even shove a couple fingers in you if he thinks it will help. “Come on, you can do it, baby girl, give me another, please, I need it.”

He already loved you, but finding out you squirt, he is going to get obsessed.

He loves it. The wet patches you leave on the bedsheets, his clothes, or whatever surface you two are fucking on is hot as hell and often has him getting excited for a round 2.

And even when you two are finished, he likes cuddling up against you and dragging his finger through the mess you made, drawing shapes and letters on you. Sometimes it was just to relax, other times it was to try to get you in the mood for yet another round, and occasionally…

“I…” Dante said as he drew the letter I on your tummy with the remnants of your squirt. “heart… U.”

Dante is a mess and we love him despite (or maybe for) it. I did not initially plan for it to get corny at the end there but I think that is also another reason many of us love him.

Reboot Dante

This man has had so much casual sex with so many people that he is unfazed when you squirt on him, he doesn’t act surprised at all.

He will tease you, call you “dirty” or maybe “slut” affectionately.

“I got you squirting already? Just wait till I have you screaming.”

He has no plan to stop, capturing your lips before you can respond properly, biting them a bit, and keeps pounding into you.

If he sees that you are legitimately embarrassed by it though, he’ll reassure you.

“Don’t worry babe,” Dante says as he wipes his hands off on the sheets below you. “I’ve had a lot worse things come out of people.”

His chill reaction continues all future times you have sex, though he does tease you both inside and outside of the bedroom. The amount of drooling and waterfall jokes you have to cover up and reprimand him for is insurmountable.

“Oof, you really gotta elbow me, babe?” He chuckles. “I guess I deserve it though. As payback, you wanna waterboard me with that cute little pussy of yours later?”

Perverted Reboot Dante has probably been squirted on many times, this man knows his way around watersports. But that also means I don’t have much to write about.

Vergil

When you squirt for the first time around him, Vergil devil triggers. He turns back quickly out of concern that the change in his body would frighten you or cause you pain for your first time together, but the strain of trying to keep his demon side from coming out is so heavy that he can’t finish.

That liquid was seeped in your scent, your pheromones. And you just sprayed it all over him and the bed like perfume.

He has to make an excuse, clean up quickly, and rush out of the room lest he ravages you.

When you are more accustomed to sex with him and he has more self-control he will let loose all of his animalistic lust but not yet, he did not want to hurt you or scare you away.

He will not explain this unless you press him and/or seem really hurt that he ran off after your first time together.

He does much training, both with and without you, and does get himself under control, though he and his sexual preferences are forever changed.

Now he’ll catch your squirt with some piece of his discarded clothing, claiming it is just to stop you from making too big of a mess. And besides, he cleans his clothes after every time you two have sex.

That is all true, but what he doesn’t say is that even after cleaning his clothes, when he wears them his demon senses can still pick up on the scent, on YOUR scent.

I was this fricken’ close to making him a pantie sniffer, I swear to god!

Reboot Vergil

Even though he likes to portray a prime, proper, clean, in-control aura always, making a mess of you turned him on like nothing else.

Before he found out that you squirted, he would get his fix by suddenly pulling you somewhere private, pushing you up against a wall, and aggressively start kissing and groping you. And just as you are beginning to process what was happening and get into the mood, he would suddenly pull away and remind you that you have things to do. He would then just watch you reeling, and if he was feeling extra cruel, he would drag you back out into the public space he had stolen you from and watch as you try to come to your senses and act natural.

Now he had something better though. Now he would wait until you were done getting all dolled up and ready for going out or to a house party then strike.

While assuring you that you had plenty of time, Vergil would shove his gloved hand down your panties and start playing with you, cranking up the intensity quickly to get you to that powerful release as soon as possible.

He did not need to be touched as he got plenty of satisfaction from seeing you standing there with shaky legs like a fawn trying to keep your balance with liquid dripping from your core and sliding down your legs. He’ll even avoid helping to support your weight to watch you struggle. He will help eventually though so he can have you wrap your arm around his and he can use that as a shackle.

“Alright dear, it is time for us to welcome our guests/head out. What’s that? Oh, unfortunately, we simply do not have any time to waste. I’m sure no one will notice, now let go.”

Reboot Vergil is a smart, tricky lover and a big ol’ bully.

Nero

Despite trying to act cool, confident, and mature, Nero is a virgin. And with where he grew up and the religiousness of his adoptive family, he was not given a sex education past “don’t do it before marriage” and what little he could learn for himself, which was practically nothing. So the first time you squirt on him he freezes mid-thrust in shock and confusion.

“Did you just piss on me?”

When you tell him what it is or he researches it, he feels stupid but at least knows how to approach things from now on.

He takes the time to lay out towels and clean you up after. That is unless you two get too hot and heavy outside of your home and end up fucking in the van or something. Even then though, Nero makes sure to clean up for your comfort and everyone else’s.

Usually he sees it as just a natural process of making love to you, though he does amusingly point out when you “make a good shot” and “launched it far”.

With his relationship with Kyrie, I see Nero as being quite the gentleman to his lover and her natural body functions, though dense at first. He is a good boy though.

V

V finds sex artistic in a way, and when he is in the midst of pleasure he finds it even more so.

When you first squirt on his hand, as he prefers to finger you before taking you completely, he is pleasantly surprised.

He wants to spread it around, utterly cover your crotch, inner thighs, and lower stomach with it. It makes you shine, glisten, just like when he kisses you enough to leave your lips a bit swollen and shimmering with saliva.

After fingering you and you are recovering, preparing for the true event, V grinds his body against yours in a kind of Nuru massage. Sliding his cock, now covered in your juices, along your drenched folds or, if your core is too sensitive right now, against your legs and stomach or between your closed thighs had him trembling and moaning just as hard as if your hand was wrapped around his member

And once he has pulled out of you and his seed is dripping out of you, the white mixes with the clear, creating a pearlescent liquid that V wants to paint with.

Not exactly what I intended but the vibe is there.

[l1tw1ck]

Sponsored by Stark

Dom!Bottom!Tony x Sub!Top!Masc Virgin Reader

☆ Word Count: 1,358 ☆

AFAB Language Used | Event Request

CW: Dubious Consent, Age Difference, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Creampie, Cunnilingus, Semi-Public Sex,

After retiring from hero work, Tony opened up an academy to teach hopeful heroes, tech lovers, and future entrepreneurs. The academy teaches students starting from age 14 and above. It's a combination of high school and college. There are a lot of campuses all over New York. You finished high school in Midtown High and applied to join the academy. Tony loved your application so much that he awarded you with a special scholarship. It’s only granted to one person every four years. After your first meeting with him, he offered to buy you dinner. You didn't think it was strange. Why would it be?

You look up at Tony with an anxiety filled and hesitantly lustful gaze. He came onto you during dinner and you were afraid you’d lose your scholarship if you denied him. You were also afraid you'd seriously regret giving up the chance to fuck him. So now you're staring at his pussy as he grinds down on your clothed cock. His t-dick is poking out of his bush of hair and the sight makes you worry you’ll come too early.

“Don't worry about getting a job anymore. I’ll pay for everything you need.” He rolls his head back. “Gonna get you a credit card..use it whenever.”

You feel more like a prostitute than a scholarship student.

“Fuck…ever been with an older guy before?” He asks. You can't deny that he looks so fucking sexy like this. The way he's rubbing his pussy on your boner is definitely helping you forget why you were nervous in the first place. Your underwear is drenched with his slick. It's undeniably hot.

“Never…with anyone.”

“Yeah?” He breathes out. “Good. I’ll take the lead.” He stops and leans into your neck, sloppily kissing it and as he removes your boxers. He moves away from your face and leans his body closer to your cock. He points at the part of his stomach where the tip of your cock is. “That's how deep you’ll be inside me.”

He grips your shoulders and hovers over your cock. You gulp. He sinks himself down onto your length, a confident smirk plastered on his face.

“I haven’t done it in so long–” He moans as you completely fill him up, his back arched. He rolls his hips and strokes his t-dick. Seeing a guy like him use you like a toy is too hot for your own good. You never knew you were into this kind of thing. You could probably come just like this. You’ll try not to though, it wouldn't turn out well if you got him pregnant. “You want me to move, baby?”

“I…I wanna see you come first.”

“If that's what you want.” He strokes himself harder. Your heart is racing. You can feel it as he reaches his peak. His cunt is giving you nice, wet hugs. He rolls his head back, his pussy seizing its movements for a moment before resuming. He squirts, his slick covering your face. You lick your lips. You’ve been able to stop yourself from coming this whole time but you're not sure how much longer you’ll last.

He grinds down on you and moves his hand away from his sensitive cock. After a while, he eventually starts riding you. You don't think you’ll be able to last.

“Wa- wait- wait—” You panic. “I’m- I think–”

“It's okay, sweetheart.” He keeps bouncing. “I can't get pregnant.”

You would let out a long sigh of relief if it weren't for your sudden orgasm. You bite down on your lip as he keeps going despite that. It feels good and insanely overwhelming. You can't believe you just came inside Tony fucking Stark. “‘s too- too much-” You moan.

“I’m not satisfied yet. You’ll let Daddy keep bouncing on your cock, won't you, baby?”

You nod. “Ye- yes-”

“Good boy~” He lets out a satisfied sigh. “Letting Daddy use you like a cute little toy.” He loves the way your body is reacting. You're so inexperienced and sensitive, he knows he’ll have a lot of fun with you. He’s glad he changed careers. You stare at your cum spilling out with each thrust. It's so erotic you feel like you're gonna pass out.

Tony notices the subject of your gaze. “You like that? How your cum drips out of my pussy? Hm?” He grins. “Wanna keep filling me up, baby?”

You nod rapidly. “Yes- yes, Daddy-”

His body stutters as he comes again. He stops, his walls flexing around your cock again. Tony leans into your ear. “You know what a mating press is?” He asks.

You shudder. “Ye- yeah-” You grab his waist and manage to flip yourselves over. Sweat drips down your forehead as you grab Tony’s thighs. You move him into position and just looking at him like this makes you come again. Your cock starts to soften. “Sorry-”

“‘S okay, baby. It's cute.” He laughs. “We can keep working on your endurance another time.”

You walk into Tony’s office, wearing an outfit he bought for you. As he stands up, you notice his belt is unbuckled and his pants are unzipped. He leans against the wall and you instantly make your way over to him.

“I’ve been waiting for you all day.” His hands slither onto your shoulders, his soft lips graze your ear. “I couldn’t stop touching myself. I had to cancel my meeting this afternoon.”

Your breath hitches.

“Are you gonna help me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah-” You watch him pull away from you and remove his pants and underwear. He shows the damp spot in his white boxers to you. You're already hard. He motions for you to kneel, making you feel like a dog. You look at his pussy eagerly, excited to see it up close. You already know what he wants you to do.

You wrap your lips around his t-cock and suck it.

“Yes~ like that, baby-” He shivers. You slip two fingers inside him, one at a time, and try your best to finger him properly. Your mouth on his cock is more than enough to distract him from your noob-ness. He doesn't seem to care about the amount of noise he's making either. Given his personality, you don't feel any anxiety over it. No one would dare enter his office when they hear him. “Fuck, right there~!” His hip thrusts involuntarily. You managed to find his g-spot. You do your best to pleasure him with it and by the sound of his voice and the clenching you feel around your fingers, you know you're doing a good job.

“Yes– yes—!” He squirts. This time you get to really taste him. You slowly move your head back, a line of spit connecting you to his cock, then lap your tongue all over his pussy. Tony twitches with pleasure.

You stop, then look at him like a puppy awaiting orders. He curls his index and middle finger, signifying that he wants you to stand up. He quickly frees your boner from your pants. “I still have one more meeting today.” He takes your wrists and has you hold onto his waist. He mouths ‘hold me’ so you pick him up. “But since you come so fast, I’ll let you fuck me.”

You press your forehead onto his shoulder. “Thank you-” You breathe out, sinking into his cunt. “You- you feel so good, Daddy-” He's sopping wet.

Tony wraps his arms around you as you sloppily thrust inside him. Your desperation turns him on so much.

“Can I- fuck- can I come inside?”

“Mhm~” He hums. “‘M gonna keep it inside. Walk around with your cum in me.”

You shudder, your cock shooting ropes of cum inside him. His laugh is breathless and lustful. “You're too cute.” He smiles as you bring him to his desk, laying him in a way to prevent your cum from spilling out as well as you can. You grab his boxers and slip them onto him.

You watch as he stands up and fixes himself up to look presentable. “I’ll see you tonight.” He winks, leaving the room.

[slasherscream]

Hi, sorry to bug but I have to yap to someone about this, and I love your ideas. Do you think Nathan Prescott would take his partner’s last name if he ever got married? Would any of the Crazy Ass Boy Gang?

❥ who would take your last name ❥

Nathan Prescott - He would take your last name so quickly it would make your head spin. You’re the first person who’s given meaning to the world family. His sister tried, but when you’re on a sinking ship, there’s only so much you can do. Try too desperately to save the person drowning next to you and you risk going under yourself. So Nathan drowned alone. Until you, that is. Marrying you, becoming part of your family, is absolution for him. He’s not Sean Prescott’s son. He’s Nathan Y/L/N, your husband. 

Jason Dean/JD - It might seem a little strange for JD to be so willing to change his name. His nickname is just his first and last name together, afterall. This was his mother’s last name. But it’s also his father’s. One night he’ll gently wake you , and in the quietest voice you’ve ever heard him use he'll ask you if you’d like him to take your last name. There are so many questions he’s asking, in that one sentence: Do you want me to be yours, unequivocally? Will you bear the weight of that ownership? Am I abandoning my Mother, if I leave her all alone as a Dean, with only him as her company? Will you ask me to take it? Please ask. Please take the weight of the asking away. I can’t abandon her. But I can’t stay, either. Put your arms around him and tell him he’ll make one hell of a Y/L/N.

❥ who would want you to take theirs ❥

Sebastian Valmont - He has genuinely doodled your names together in his journals like a middle schooler. Without a hint of irony: Mr. and Mx. Valmont. Y/N Valmont. Since the moment he fell in love he was planning to marry you and give you his last name. The Valmont name carries weight. It’s legacy. It’s old money. He throws his name around and people fall over themselves to get things done for him. He wants you to throw around his name too. He wants you to embrace every luxury he can give you. One of those luxuries is the power of his family name. Use it.

Billy Loomis - His parent’s marriage failed miserably. He doesn’t even know if his Mother kept the name Loomis. At this point, what does it matter? He fights tooth and nail not to live in the past when he has a future with you to look forward to. So he wants to look forward. He wants to do better than his parents did. He wants to wake up in ten years, twenty, thirty and reach for your hand and know you two succeeded. His family name isn’t doomed to failed promises, runaway spouses, and unfaithfulness. You guys are a better Loomis pair than his parents ever were.

David Mccall - Don’t piss him off. If you even try to hint at wanting to keep your original family name, it will be one of the few times you see David’s mask slip. “What? My name not good enough for you, sweetheart? Marriage is for starting over. It’s for building our lives together, not for hanging onto the past. Thought you loved me.” Every dirty trick he has in his arsenal will be used. Whatever it takes until you give in. Sex. Guilt. Moping. Anger. Don’t push back too hard, or go back and forth on the issue for too long. On your wedding day you’re gonna be Y/N Mccall, come hell or high water. There’s no need for anything drastic to take place just for that to happen, right baby? 

Josh Washington - Josh could never be anything but a Washington. It’s the name he shared with his sisters. It’s the only thing he still shares with his sisters. He used to be able to see them in his face, at least. But now… he’s so different, even that bit of the twins has died. It isn’t right that there are so few Washington's left. Most days Josh isn’t even sure if he’s a Washington anymore. If he’s still Human anymore. But you are. You’re gentle, kind, and so painfully human. Just like the twins were. He might have failed them, hell, he probably failed himself. But he won’t fail you. He has a second chance at a family, and this time you’ll always be safe. 

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - Would be so offended if this was even up for debate. Why wouldn’t you be taking his name? Why is it even a discussion? Why does he even have to ask? Will probably say something incredibly mean and unnecessary when you first talk about it. There’s a pit of insecurity in him that no amount of love you can give him will fill. It’s shaped like the love he should have gotten from his father. From his siblings. But the first love he’s ever felt has been yours. But that’s not true for you. You’ve loved people before him. Other people have loved you before he was able to. He needs you to be his. Just his. You’re the only thing in the world that matters that belongs only to him. But there are little pieces of you that will never be just his and it makes him sick. This can fix all that, though! He knows that the security of introducing you as his spouse will be a balm on his soul. He wants tabloids, newspapers, TV, and the radio to all be parroting the words: Y/N Hargreeves. He hopes- no, he knows it will make that hole inside him ache a little less. 

❥ who wants to hyphenate ❥

Jordan Li - Jordan doesn’t want you to give up your identity, who you are, just because you’re marrying them. They also don’t want to change their name, really. Something about not being a Li, despite everything, makes their stomach turn. But marriage is still about coming together. Making two lives so harmonious, so copacetic, that sometimes, if you’re lucky, it becomes one life, shared. Jordan didn’t propose for a long time, afraid of it all going wrong. Of ruining what you have. You helped them believe you two were strong enough to change and grow together. They want your names to reflect that. So, you hyphenate, and you blend, and grow, together. 

Stu Macher - Assumed you would take his last name, but when you pushed back, not sure if you wanted to shirk your family name entirely, Stu had the most relaxed reaction you’ve ever gotten from him about anything. “Okay, why don’t we both change 'em’? We’ll hyphenate! Like Brad Pitt and Angelina, or whatever.” You were expecting a tantrum. Not the easy acceptance that he actually meant for once. The fact is you’re wearing his ring on your finger, and you’re gonna stand in front of all your friends and family and say how much you love him. He’s already won. Why sweat the small stuff? 

Kevin Khatchadourian - Was quite angry when you began to hint at not wanting to change your name. It was the icy, calculated anger that made him dangerous, too. But if you’re marrying him you know how to communicate with him. Reason with him. You don’t want to take his last name because you don’t want to emulate his family. You want to make something of your own with him. You’re not sure how well the words worked until he sets the paperwork down in front of you. Kevin Y/L/N-Khatchadourian. In those small lines of ink, you’ll realize how deep the love Kevin is capable of runs for you. If you squint your eyes those words start to look like: I want us to be different from my parents. He watches you sign the paperwork to change your name, and Kevin has never been more content to give in to one of your demands. Just this once, of course.

A/N: i LOVE a character study question that’s still x reader. you are my favorite person in the world for this one. if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

[dontfightmecauseillcry]

A King Protects~ A DP crossover prompt

Wrote originally for an MHA crossover but can be used for other stuff - I apologize I wrote it at 3am, I did edit it in the morning (after waking up)

Over done but I love it. A cult broadcasting the summoning of their god who is a god amongst gods! This is a momentous occasion that the world should witness ofc so they broadcast it. In comes Danny in his Depression Sleep Wear™️ that he hasn’t changed out of in 3 days. “Duck off, I’m dead so let me sleep.” The cult starts with their monologues mean while Danny groans and starts to clean himself off. Summons a toothbrush and toothpaste. Summons a glass of water, rises and spits. The cult starts to trail off when he goes on with his routine. He uses spray deodorant and dry hair shampoo and finally summons and bowl and wash cloth to clean his face. For the last step the cult is completely quiet. When Danny’s done he snaps his fingers and suddenly he’s in his king regalia and looks the part of “The King of the Infinite” instead of a bed rotting teenage boy. 

He looks around and sees that they thankfully didn’t use sacrifices and, from the lack of death in the air, they used their own blood to draw the circle, so hopefully talking will help them calm down and they won’t escalate in the future. He lifts an eyebrow and the cult falls to his feet and starts with their speech again, going on and asking for immortality to forever serve him. Danny: “Ahhh, so that’s what this is about. Look, true and honest immortality is impossible. Even I’m not immortal! I can live to see the birth and death of a universe without skipping through the timeline, more than once, and still not be truly immortal. What your asking for is impossible and a curse you will eventually want me to lift, so not actual immortality if I can lift it. A friend of mine would say, ‘all is as it should be’, so if you don’t naturally become immortal, in your sense of the word, that path is not meant for you. Immortality in MY sense is very different and you're lucky I don’t don’t do malicious compliance for these things.” 

Heros bust into the scene, Danny defends the cultists. He starts saying that no sacrifices were involved and that unless some of the blood wasn’t acquired consensually or one of them had an active arrest warrant they shouldn’t be arrested. “Would you arrest little girls at a sleepover using a Ouiji board?” Heroes say that at the very least they broke into a warehouse and hacked into a broadcasting station

The cultists are arrested for taking over broadcasting channels and squatting at an abandoned warehouse. Danny makes sure the sentencing is fair and is acting like a lawyer for his summoners. This is a Danny who got the anti-ecto acts repealed, made sure it didn’t happen world wide, then went on to study law and politics in preparation to be king. Because the Heroes say what the cultists are being arrested for he finally realized he’s being broadcasted, asked where the camera is and turns to it.

Danny: “People of this world, ‘I am very small, and I have no money (law school was expensive) so you can imagine the stress I’m under’. You probably won’t understand the reference so understand this. Please don’t summon me, and if you have to, do it because you are in true danger. I’m a protector spirit. And Ancients please don’t use live OR DEAD sacrifices in my name.” And with that Danny opens up a portal and leaves but not before telling the officers and pros that he’ll check in on the cult members to see if they receive fair sentences or he’ll match their energy in the afterlife.

And that is how a new religion is created. The broadcast goes viral and alters are made for him. Many heroes [and hero students] pray to him even though Danny can’t receive prayers. King Phantom's summons spreads and just like he asked, he’s only summoned in emergencies. 

~Now on to MHA stuff~

Hosu City being on fire is an emergency. Danny takes care of Stain and the Nomu. This pisses off the HPSC. They look bad and start labeling Phantom as a vigilante. The people (and most Heros) call bs and it just makes them [HPSC] look worse. 

Eventually it comes to the HPSC summoning him to try and arrest him. Danny looks them in the face. Gets a pillow and blanket and starts to sleep in the middle of the air. The HPSC try everything to try and wake him up or move him into a jail cell but they can’t touch him, his blanket or his pillow. Eventually they just build a cage around him. Danny wakes up 24 hours later. Yawns and phases out of the “cage” and heads to the closest gym to take a proper shower this time, invisibly of course. To piss off the HPSC, he drops the invisibility in the middle of a street cameras view and decides to wander around and do some exploring. Que him ending up in a residential area with what looks like expensive houses. This is how he runs into Eri’s rescue mission. He overhears the situation and decides to help out, he doesn’t interfere until he blocks Mirio about to get hit with the quirk erasing bullet. Danny asks how Overhaul could do this to his own daughter. “Wait- did you adopt her?! There’s no blood relation between the two of you! That’s fucked up man. Give me the name of the agency, Ima sue. Your name was Eri right? You’ve been blessed with some form of time manipulation if I’m sensing it correctly. I can practically taste it off of you, I know someone who can help to control it!”

Danny helps save Eri and he helps with her recovery since her quirk doesn’t work on him thanks to the time medallion practically fused to his core. 

Danny asks if the government actually wants to arrest him and if it was just a prank cause he will pull out the diplomatic immunity card considering he IS a king. Eventually, the HPSC gives up, gives him a hero license, and lets him take Eri for lessons with CW, but she’s still in Eraserhead's custody since he’s not old enough. “Have I mentioned I am a father-mother of two?” “Excuse me? I thought you said that you were chronological 17!?” “I am! What does that have to do with anything?” His kids, of course, include a girl who looks like a slightly younger him with just a little too much manic in her eyes and a demon-looking man who is twice the boy's size and built like a tank. Aizawa sees them appear at the lanky boy's side as if the very mention of them was enough to summon them. “I’m not paid enough for what I do.”

[hermits-crab]

FLUFF ALPHABET W/ SEBASTIAN — STARDEW VALLEY

SUMMARY: The Fluff Alphabet by @snk-warriors featuring Sebastian!

CONTAINS: sfw, gn! reader, fluff, established relationship

NOTES: Dedicating this to @badgerintraining who asked about this a while ago! I’m so sorry this took me so long to post. I was really enjoying my break before the semester started and now that it has, it’s kept me busy. I hope I did your boy justice!

A = Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Sebastian likes playing video games with you or to have you at his side while you watch him! He likes having your input and commentary as he plays. This includes you playing Solarian Chronicles with him and Sam too. He also likes showing and explaining his comic book collection to you!

B = Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your touch and your skin! It’s always so warm and your scent relaxes him. He loves being enveloped by you. It’s not something he thought he liked before—in fact, he wasn’t receptive to it at all—but with you, it’s so different. Your presence and touch is calming because you’re not overbearing or expectant of him. When anyone else touches him, he visibly tenses.

C = Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Sebastian isn’t great at comforting people. He’s very awkward. For example, if he finds you crying, he’ll stand there for a moment before going to sit next to you. He hesitates to rub your back at first (he does awkwardly) but eventually pulls you into him. He doesn’t say anything, just letting you cry, all while he becomes increasingly more comfortable with petting your head and holding you tighter. He’ll ask you if you want to talk about and then offer to do something you enjoy, like watching your favorite show.

D = Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He pictures a quiet life with an occasional outing. He’s not concerned about marriage or children—he’s never pictured that life for himself personally. He might want to buy an apartment in the city where he (and you!) can go to every so often.

E = Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He tends to be more dominant but it’s not on purpose; he’s kinda stubborn. For example: if you come home later than you said you would, he’s waiting for you at the door or on the porch and telling you off. He does it out of love and worry but tries to come off as though he’s more mad than he actually is.

F = Fight - Is it easy for them to forgive their s/o? How are they when fighting?

Although he tries to act tough, he’s very sensitive! If you hurt him, he’s going to be quite passive until you approach him to apologize. He’s not gonna initiate anything. If holding grudges was a sport, he’d be the MVP. The same pretty much goes for when you fight. But if he was in the wrong, he’ll probably be mad for a little while but later he shamefully apologizes.

G = Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s very grateful for you as a person but doesn’t recognize his gratitude beyond that very often. Not because he isn’t! He most definitely is but it doesn’t cross his mind frequently. When it does, he becomes kinda mushy, giving you more physical affection than normal and doing you favors around the house or farm.

H = Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I think Sebastian has a lot of secrets or things about himself that he’s not willing to share. It’s so hard for him to open up. The longer you’re together, the more he does and the easier it is for him.

I = Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Without a doubt! He’s very open-minded and is willing to do just about anything to ensure your happiness. He tends to like what you introduce to him to even if he thinks he won’t at first! It’s enough that you want to spend time with him.

J = Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He doesn’t get jealous very easily but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you, he gets pissed. He’s not confrontational so he’ll aggressively remove you from the situation, pulling you close to his body. He’ll then either lecture you, asking you what the hell was going on, or he’ll give you the silent treatment with one word answers or grunts. Either way, he is not letting you leave his side nor is he removing his hand from you.

K = Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Inexperienced king. The first kiss was awkward and shy on his part. He was a little hesitant, cupping your cheek so gently and slowly pulling you in. His kiss is so soft and sweet, like you were going to crumble beneath him if it wasn’t.

L = Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

On a motorcycle ride to a cliff with a view of the city!

M = Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

I think the thought of marriage kind of freaks him out. Commitment freaks him out. If you’re down to never be married, he’d be very happy. But if that’s something you know you want, you’ll need to tell him that so he can ease himself in the idea. The closer and longer you’ve been together, the more receptive he is to the idea.

N = Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Babe, Sweet Thing, Doll. He mainly calls you by your name and sometimes ‘babe’, reserving the other two mostly for the bedroom. He’s not much for nicknames otherwise.

O = On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

To people who don’t know him well, no, it’s not obvious. To people who do know him well, it’s painfully obvious. He spends less time in his room, he’s happier, he’s friendlier, he’s more sociable. His loved ones catch on quickly that something’s up and he knows there’s no hiding it.

P = PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

I don’t think he talks a whole lot about you. That’s not to say he’s unhappy or ashamed because that is so far from the truth. Sebastian is a very private person, only willing to let the outside world in on a surface level. The closer he is to someone, the more he’s likely to mention you. He just wants to keep his private life private.

Q = Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

he’s good with his hands Sebastian is very good at setting boundaries, mainly that of alone time. His social battery drains very quickly—it always has—and he needs frequent time to himself to recharge. Please don’t take it personally! It has nothing to do with you. Even in your honeymoon phase, he’ll need this. It aligns with your schedules pretty well, though. While you’re busy going throughout your day on the farm, he’s at home using that time to spend alone, and in turn, time to miss you. He’s always so happy to see you return, hoping you’d like to spend time together for a little while.

R = Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I think his first reflex is to do something cliche and romantic, like taking you out to a nice restaurant. His second would probably be a more adolescent approach, like a movie. And there’s nothing wrong with either of those date ideas! But as he grows more comfortable in your relationship, he starts taking you places he enjoys (and of course, thinks you’ll enjoy too), like going to a concert, going to an amphibian and reptile showing, or even getting a (small) couple tattoo.

S = Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He hates when people try to help him without him asking. He knows how that can make things worse so he doesn’t want to step on anyone’s toes. Unless you ask him for his help and specify what it is you need his help with, he’s gonna back off. He’ll always give you emotional support though. He wants to see you succeed and help you in achieving your goals!

T = Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Sebastian is such a creature of habit and doesn’t feel a need for much adventure. He prefers to keep a lowkey routine and is very content with it. He needs to be able to rely on it to manage his anxiety and depression.

U = Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He’s a lot more empathetic than he might come across. Sebastian is very perceptive and he quickly picks up on what bothers you. Even if he might not exactly understand what you’re feeling, he does understand what it’s like to not be so he’ll always try his best to empathize with you.

V = Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Sebastian strikes me as the type to lead with his heart. He might not completely rationalize a situation or think logically at first. For example: if you’re in danger, he’ll run into it head on in an attempt to bring you to safety, not considering other possible factors or hurdles he might come across. So he’ll do and endure just about anything if it means you’re happy.

W = Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

On rainy days, Sebastian likes to either take you down to the docks or to catch frogs with you! At the docks, he brings a couple of towels for you both to sit on as you stare into the horizon, cuddling each other under your shared umbrella. Catching frogs brings out a child-like innocence in him that you rarely ever see. He’s completely himself too, telling you everything he knows about them or about that specific species you caught.

X = XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He’s actually more affectionate than you may think! He likes having you in his lap while he works at the computer. He’s especially cuddly in the morning and at night. If he’s not holding you, he’s wrapping himself around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. But he’d never admit to doing that to save his life.

Y = Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Sebastian will probably text you hourly to check on you, maybe even call you just to hear your voice. He greets you at the door when you come home, suggesting a movie or chill multiplayer game.

Z = Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind?

Absolutely! He’s a lot softer than he likes to come across. If you asked him to quit smoking, he might give you some gruff about it but eventually would. It wouldn’t leave his mind, in fact. He’d look at it as something he had to do, the only reason he’d hesitate at first is because of the addiction. Otherwise, if you asked, then sure!

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[circus-clangen]

asking a bunch of cool clangen blogs (yea you) a question cause I’m working on making one right now- How did you find the main plot based on what clangen generated and make it all mysterious and interesting and stuff?

OHH this is so tricky because SO much of the main lore I’ve interpreted from clangen events hasn’t happened yet, and I can’t spoil it…. How about a very vague one: rng gave me a cat in the future that looked VERY similar to an existing cat I had, with a kit that looked VERY similar to a kit that same existing cat also had. Now I admit that the “Oooh secret family member!” Is probably the most common and least mysterious way you can interpret clangen lore, and I myself have had to tone down my own use of it, but that’s just one example!

I’ve also had cats die of non-murder causes, but given circumstances and relationships with another cat, I choose to interpret it as a murder.

My two big pieces of advice for you are this:

1. As you’re making your plot, write down EVERY little thing that happens. Im even talking the randomly generated character statuses that change every time you reload the game. You don’t have to USE everything and in fact you shouldn’t, but sometimes two correlating minor details are all you need to get a good idea going.

2. Clangen isn’t going to magically make you a wonderful storyteller, and your readers aren’t always going to be captivated. When making a mysterious dramatic plot, know that you’ll get better over time. I look back at my old moons and cringe SO hard, because I just didn’t know what I was doing. And don’t get discouraged if your readers dont seem interested in your mysterious plot or don’t notice all of your foreshadowing details! A good mystery cannot be super intense 24/7, or it’s exhausting. If you want a good mystery, take it slow, and trust that it’ll be more rewarding for the people who really care to stumble across your little details months later, than it would be to compromise and water down the storyline.

You’ve got this! It won’t be easy, and writing mystery is in my opinion the hardest thing you CAN write, but just do what you can and what you love and you’ll do just fine!

GENUINELY both work very well for him. Any accent that’s aggressively and nauseatingly city boy American, that’s how he talks

Anon to be so fr I changed it recently but for MONTHS that’s exactly what it was. Gold star 🌟

Aww weird… that’s crazy… it’s a good thing there wasn’t any kind of supernatural occurrence going on the exact instant Tigertoe found out she was pregnant because man that’d be awkward

*checks toaster over strapped to wrist* hm

U right anon

🫲👀🫱

You guys are not ready for the video essay I’m going to make in like 2 years when Circusclan is completely finished. I have a bottle of wine I’m saving

THIS GUY GETS IT!!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I completely understand and even encourage the Ringstar haters—he’s not a saint—but THISSSS is how I see my boy… he never wanted any of this to happen, and yet it’s his own fault it all did.

Of course—of COURSE he had to let his baby girl live, even though it meant she couldn’t never be anything more than an insect to him for the rest of his life.

Did Goldmasks deal extend to Starclan? Will he even make it to starclan? Something in him knows that surely he cannot… yet something else dreams that maybe his soul and the devoured part of his heart waits for him there. One day, maybe, he’ll peer down through the clouds and once again feel love for his one and only daughter.

[knnichs]

my eternity

young love, loyalty, and admiration. a gentle reminder from your dear friend that he will stick with you, even after you've gotten sick of him.

c. kingdom messenger sethos x royalty gn!reader

t. character(s) are friends with reader but have romantic feelings, mutual pining (ish??), royalty au obviously, friends to something more but less than lovers LOL, reader is the princeps/princess/prince of the vehero kingdom, dehya obviously knows about readers crush on sethos & sethos' crush on reader, fluff, not proofread we die like bamoun, POSSIBLY OOC SETHOS ??? wc: 4.1k WOOHOO

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The sun had already begun to set, but your day was far from finished.

Being the future ruler of the Vehero Kingdom, you had quite the list of responsibilities. It wasn’t as simple as attending your classes on time and doing homework once you got back anymore–despite being homeschooled your whole life. No, you now had to help with managing the events, attending meetings, and political discussions. You have to watch your every step as even the smallest mistake may lead to war.

Now is a time where you truly had to be aware of everything you say. The annual banquet was just around the corner and you had prepared a hefty bit of it. So, safe to say that you have put in a ton of effort just to make this event possible this year. It’s not that your parents didn’t trust anyone to do it for them, or they didn’t have the time to manage it–you were of age now. Maybe it’s time you take part in these events, they said to you.

You’re tired of it, though. Incredibly tired.

In between your duties–you caught glimpses of a familiar dark brown haired fellow come and go in the palace; talking with the maids, laughing while playing cards with the guards, and leaving once more with his bag filled to the brim. Sethos, your kingdom's beloved messenger. 

You remember telling him to deliver the invitation letters in the port's post office after the last group of messengers failed to bring it as they ‘lost’ them (they really just went to the tavern and completely forgot about it.) He’s quite efficient with his work–usually a quick trip to the port would be around 30 minutes by foot, yet he manages to come back 15 minutes earlier. 

Ah, yes. His “secret power,” as he loved to say. Especially when the king, your father, compliments him for his diligent work and asks for his route–he simply shrugged and said “I just move fast.” 

There he is, in the flesh, several doors away from you; your best friend of many years now. He’s come to teach you many things about the palace. Secret doors that lead to underground tunnels, hidden doors in the library… You wonder why he knows all of this. 

You lean on the wall, shoulders shrugged as you crossed your arms and sighed. You couldn’t wait until night came around–changing into your silk robes and lying on the soft mattress while reading a book you liked, or falling asleep immediately.

“Your highness,” Dehya coughed, seeing your prolonged stare at the window. You hadn’t noticed you zoned out already–no wonder your eyes felt heavy. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head as you faced the girl, greeting her with a small smile. “Nothing in particular, Dehya.” 

She glanced over your shoulder, catching sight of Sethos immediately. And she grins. “Boy problems? Why don’t you go talk to him?” 

For some odd reason, the idea makes you a little excited. After a really long day, a good talk with your… friend, would be pretty rewarding. Sethos is quite an entertaining person–you thought to yourself many times, questioning if he could possibly feel the same way to you.

But again, it probably wouldn’t happen at all. 

“Ah, yes! Let’s go bother someone who is clearly busy. Great idea.” You roll your eyes.

“Come on, your highness. I don’t think he’ll mind,” Dehya takes a few steps closer to you, hand pointed at the window as she looks at you encouragingly. “See? He’s wavin’ at you right now.”

You went to look at the window–watching what was going on. “No, he isn’t.”

“Oh my god–just go approach him!”

“And I’m telling you, I’m doing something.”

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” Dehya puts her arms up in defeat, eyes closed as she looks down at the floor and grinned. “I’ll see you later, your highness.”

She walks away, leaving you alone in the hallway filled with tiles and marbles and old paintings that look almost alive. You stare as she opens the doors and goes to the many living rooms in the palace. A part of you thought that she was right–maybe you should. But you somehow couldn’t get the courage to.

“He’s busy.” You repeat–mostly for yourself.

 “We both don’t have the time.”

It’s been a hectic day. You’ve walked maybe ten thousand steps today from preparations alone, you wonder how it would be like on the event itself. You’ve talked with the maids, told the band what to play during the dinner, you cleared the menu your parents created as they weren’t appropriate at all for a banquet, so you ended up creating another menu and checked with the chefs if they were possible. There were just so many more that it’s hard to list them all in your head. 

Now, you were fresh out of a hot bath, some chamomile tea on the side of your nightstand. You were laying in your bed, wrapped in the softest blanket, dressed in loose clothing, and you had just finished reading your book. The night was cold, so your balcony was halfway opened to bring some air into your bedroom. The moon is shining on the carpet, it’s comfortable, it’s nice. 

But you can’t sleep. Not at all.

Some thoughts are rushing in your head–and there are no thoughts at all. The blanket is soft, but you feel too hot, and when you take it off you feel cold. Your head sinks into the pillows but it makes you dizzy, your tea was too sweet and now you wonder if you somehow added too much sugar and ended up getting the energy to do things. You’re tired, but not at the same time.

Does that make sense?

On nights where you find yourself restless, your first thought is to go to the gardens. There, you’re alone, only with the moon's gaze and the flowers you tend to when you have the time. Tonight is no different. Once again, you’re looking up at the sea of stars above you to find comfort.

If being an heir to the throne was this stressful, you wonder how much worse it’ll be when you do eventually become their leader.

“In deep thought, your highness?” A familiar voice calls just behind the bushes, to where the swing is. Usually you’re all alone on these nights, but it doesn’t necessarily mean a certain someone joins you from time to time.

“Sethos,” you push a few stray vines from the tree, ducking down from the branches and looking at the white swing. “Apologies… for the silence. I didn’t notice you were here.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t say anything anyway.” He pats down the space beside him, moving a little to make more room. You smile, taking a seat and nodding a thanks to the boy.

Silence wasn’t uncommon when it came to the two of you. He understood your duties drained you socially and physically—which is why he usually fills the silence with his voice. Talking about his day, what he did, or reminiscing a little on memories from the past.

“You’ve been out and about, what brings you here at this hour? I’d be too tired to even make the trip.” His voice had a raspier edge than usual—proof of his exhaustion from the day as well.

You look at the sky again, “I don’t know, actually. I felt too tired to sleep. Quite odd, isn’t it?” 

He laughs, the sound bringing a certain warmth burst in your stomach. 

“I’ve got just the idea then.” The boy stands from the swing and it sways the slightest bit from the sudden movement. He reaches a hand to you, offering to help you up. “Wanna join me, your highness?”

“Sethos, my friend—I trust you, but… is this okay?” You held the ends of its saddle. With a huff, Sethos successfully brings the two horses you got for your 16th birthday out of the stables. Without alerting anyone at that. 

He blows the flame in the lamp, leaving the room dark as you two head out to the streets. “Yes, yes. It’s fine, completely fine.” 

Although, you're not the least bit assured. If your parents catch you sneaking out late at night–without a small group of guards with you–the scolding would last weeks. All Sethos is doing is taking your hand in his, nodding as a promise. We won't get caught, and you won’t have to suffer through their endless yelling.

The sounds of their hooves tapping against the stone floor echoes throughout the streets. It’s a sound you pay no mind to in the morning–especially during events, where there are more horses to count. But at night, everything just seems to be louder. But you push forward, seeing as your little friend is exceptionally confident that nothing would go wrong. Oh, to see the look on his face when he does get caught sneaking out with the heir of the royal family this late at night–it makes you curious. Would he feel guilty, or would he feel playful and try again another time?

“This way,” He whispers, redirecting the two of you into an alleyway. You know this place, you often head through here when you need to reach the gatehouse quickly. 

Which has you wondering, where is he even taking you?

There are not many places in the kingdom that would require you to pass by this specific alleyway to the gates. Well, there are none at all. The gates have only one use, and it’s to exit and enter the walls of your kingdom with ease–so why is he bringing you there with not one–but two horses?

Is he planning an escape? There is that possibility, the only problem being that he never told you in advance–how were you to get clothes and daily necessities without any mora on hand? You didn’t even fill a single pouch with the coins, like what they do in drama plays when the main character elopes with the love interest!

If that’s the case, then is this some kind of proposal? It’s true that you find Sethos attractive–you liked the way he carried himself in conversations… his smile, the way he urges you to do the most random things. Like, five years ago when he asked you to play in the mud with him after a storm. Who even offers to do that as a pastime? Your clothes would’ve gotten stained with the dirt, but he insisted otherwise. 

So he’s seriously asking you to elope with him, this is just insanity!

“Sethos–wait!” You stop in your tracks, holding your palm up to his face when he turns around. “Is there… something you want to say?” 

He pauses for a moment, blinking in surprise. What, had you finally caught on? Did you figure him out, with the way he’s acting right now? Holding your hand, guiding you through the kingdom–gods, he hoped not.

He laughs, “What are you even talking about? Read too many fantasy books?”

“I just–” 

“No, I’m not trying to kidnap you–or anything of the sort. We’re going out to a spot I know that could help you relax.” Sethos takes a few deep breaths, no doubt trying to calm his heart from exploding at that very moment. He puts your hand to his chest, looking at you with those bright eyes of his. “Trust me. I won’t do anything to harm you, your parents would kill me if I did.” 

That, they would. But you don’t say it outloud. Instead, you gently nod your head and he smiles.

“Aren’t there any guards around?” You ask, hiding behind a crate–you can’t say the same about your companion, on the other hand, and the horse you’re with right now. (Her head is peeking over the tall crates stacked on top of another, but she looks adorable doing it.)

Sethos has his arm raised in front of you. “Well, yes. But look closely.” 

You squint as you do, but you see Cyno–the highest ranking knight–lead the other guards stationed by the gates to a game of TCG. It was just a sight to see, truly, you knew Cyno loved playing the card game–but not this much.

You try to hold back a chuckle but Sethos catches on, nudging you with his elbow, his lips curving. 

“Let’s go, before they come back.” The boy says, holding the lead rope and leading the three of you to the gates. 

“Did you pay Cyno to do this?”

“Maybe.”

The first thing that greets you outside of the kingdom walls is the familiar blow of the cold night wind, the earth's somewhat comforting dirt smell, and the deafening sounds of crickets around you. Sethos helps you up as you hop on your horse, gesturing for you to follow him into the forest. 

The air only gets colder as you move, racing through the trees as Sethos speeds up. If anyone would pass through the woods now, the first thing they would hear is the laughter you two are letting out. One moment Sethos is in front of you, the second you turn he’s already behind you, preparing to scare you.

You slow down when you realize you were all alone. The trotting of Sethos’ horse can’t be heard, and no matter how loud you shout for him, he wouldn’t pop out of nowhere. You thought this might just be an elaborate set up for another scare he was going to give you, but you’re shocked to see that even after a few moments pass by, he still cannot be found.

Great. It’s the middle of the night, you’re stranded in a forest and you have no clue how to get back to the kingdom, and you have no knight with you. You don’t even know how to use a dagger. This is exactly a plot for an assassination, based on the books you’ve read. 

After some seconds of struggling to get off your horse, you pat her back as a thank you. You’re not sure why you did that, exactly, the gesture just seemed nice. 

Then, the sound of rustling reaches your ears.

It was from behind you–as you turned, you saw nothing but bushes. It was quite dark–so except for the moonlight shining on the field right now, you could barely see anything past the trees. Maybe it was just a rabbit, it always is. So you turn,  paying no mind to the potential danger that could lie beyond it.

Suddenly you’re tackled on the ground, rolling over the patch of grass as someone has their arms around you. You’re tense, trying to break free from their hold–but once you had opened your eyes, you found out it was just Sethos who had, once again, scared the soul out of you.

“What is wrong with you?!” You yell, though playfully–you try to get him off, but he wouldn’t budge. Not at all. In fact, he impossibly hugs you tighter.

The boy doesn’t respond, instead letting go and helping you sit. You try to brush off the grass on your clothes, and once you look up, a yellow-orange glow surrounds the both of you. Fireflies. There are about a handful of them around the field, they look like stars from afar, it’s a mesmerizing sight, really. 

“How do you like it?” Sethos whispered, sitting beside you. 

You smile, “It’s beautiful.”

“I’d hope so. I found out about this place when I was out delivering the letters,” He plucks something from the ground, then reaches for your chin. He gently makes you turn to face him, and you notice the orange glow reflected in his eyes as he does. He tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, placing a flower right on top. “Is it to your satisfaction, your highness?”

The action makes your heart skip a beat–you almost think that the two of you were having a moment until he ruffled your hair playfully and looked away. You don’t answer the question.

“Dehya told me you saw me this afternoon lazing around near the guardhouse,” He muttered, his voice softly muffled since he kept his hand on his mouth. “I was actually chatting with them. A lot of the guards seem to like you now that you’re running around the castle more often.”

“Really?” 

“They kinda look forward to seeing you now,” He hummed, “I guess the same could be said for me… Except–I was first, of course.”

“Oh, so you only liked me now, is that it?” You reached over and poked his sides teasingly, the boy laughed in response, trying to get your hand out.

“No–no! Of course not! I mean… I’ve always liked you, you know? But in like–not in a weird way.” Sethos looks away once again, but you catch a glimpse of the red dusting his cheeks. The boy was a liar, and you knew that. 

He cleared his throat before speaking up once again, trying to clear up the awkward tension in the air.“A-anyway, how’s the banquet preparation going?”

The banquet was the last thing you wanted to talk about, if you were being honest. You came here to relax–not to talk about this again. You groan when you let yourself fall into the grass, Sethos turns his head from the sudden movement. He laughs,  “Well, not a fan of the topic?”

“Talk about something else. I beg.” 

“Okay then,” He reaches for something in his leather bag, he doesn’t take his hand out yet.  “My friend, Tighnari. Oh, not to talk about it again but, you guys should totally invite him–well, his kingdom, to the banquet.”

You roll your eyes when he mentions the event once more, “I don’t think that’s talking about something else.”

“Anyway,” The boy grinned, trying to continue the topic anyway. “He’s a botanist, so he’s great with flowers. One day, he told me that if you pressed flowers, you could get a pretty good bookmark.”

He gives you said bookmark, smiling. “So, here. White roses in resin, since you like to read.”

Your lips curved as you received the box, sitting back up and muttering a thank you.  A singular flower could be seen in the middle, its petals made to look as if it was still blooming. There were a few scattered branches around, and some leaves on the side for decorative purposes. The translucent resin only added to its beauty, it wasn’t too thick–nor too thin, definitely a bookmark you could use for your reading. You struggled finding random objects to mark the page you were on anyway.

“Thank you, Sethos.” You muttered shyly, “You just know everything, don’t you?”

You still held the bookmark in your hands, admiring the details of the flowers–the placement alone is already something to be amazed about. Everything fits perfectly, right to your preferences. You wondered if the flowers itself represent some sort of meaning–Sethos may not look like it, but he says things with hidden hints most of the time. 

“How did you meet Tighnari?” You asked, glancing over the bookmark once more. “You mentioned he was from another kingdom, I’m wondering how you got to know him.”

He leans back, hands supporting his weight from behind his back. “Pure coincidence,”

“Is that so?” 

“Yeah. Cyno and I got assigned to a mission, we were just going to accompany the King and the Queen for their afternoon tea time.” He continued, “Asked Cyno to come with me and walk around, we were bored to death. He refused and just stayed put. I walked around and saw the guy in their garden fiddling with the plants.”

“He was complaining about the placement. ‘The flowers won’t get any sunlight from here, and it’s way too unaligned!’ ” He imitated, you chuckle at his horrible impersonation. 

You smile, “I’d like to get to know him someday.”

“Oh, you should! His skill is just impressive. Once you’re done chatting, you’re bound to know a thing or two about plants.” He grins.

“You know, you always seem to bring people like that into your life.” You say, “People who are really good at what they do. Tighnari with his plants, Cyno with–whatever he’s doing, and you with your… well, everything.”

Sethos turns to look at you, a look of disbelief and playfulness. “What? My charm? Come on, your highness. I’m honored but–”

“No, I meant more with your ability to just… click,  with anyone. You’re not charming, not one bit.” You reply softly, seeing the way he looks almost sad with what you said–even if you knew he was just acting. 

“Okay, maybe add the charm, too. You do have a way of making people comfortable.” 

The boy chuckles, clearly flattered–but deflects the compliment with a shrug. “It comes natural to me, nothing impressive.”

“If you say so. I think otherwise,” You lay back down, looking at the stars. “But you are lovely to be around.”

Sethos is quiet for a moment, looking down at his hands–pondering your words. He had known you for many years now, but still, moments like this are… uncommon. Very rarely does Sethos open up to you, and the reverse. He thinks it may just be the exhaustion letting you speak freely. At the end of the day, you have a reputation to keep up as royalty.

He tilts his head, giving you that easygoing smile of his–a slight red still visible on his cheeks. “Someone’s gotta look out for you, your highness. I know Cyno or the other guards may just be more capable than I am, but–” 

The boy finds a place beside you, laying on his side and turning to face you. “I have certain things that they don’t have. I’ve certainly known you for longer, I think that’s a plus.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, “I’ll hold you to that. Now you must follow me when I go to the market early in the morning.”

“Don’t I already do that?” 

You hum, “Oh, I guess you do. You’re even more fitting, then.” 

A silence, once again fills the air.

“I have much to do tomorrow,” You mumbled, eyes slowly closing with your fatigue. “Will you have some free time during the afternoon? Let’s eat lunch together,” 

“I doubt it’s appropriate for a messenger to be dining with royalty alone.” He says. 

You yawn, subtly stretching your back before rolling over to lay on your back, where you wouldn’t face him. “Don’t worry. It’ll just be like… friends eating together.”

Friends. The word is unfamiliar in your throat–It’s something more than friends, what you two have. Definitely not lovers, despite the feeling you get in your stomach when you see him look at you in a way anyone else couldn’t. You weren’t just friends either–assuming that the softness in his tone whenever he speaks to you was only reserved for you. 

He nods, saying why not?  You smile in response, falling asleep in the bed of flowers. It’s oddly comforting, actually, and quite cozy. You’ve never slept on the ground before. 

“Your highness,” Sethos whispers, checking if you were awake. The sun had already started to rise, and the kingdom was starting to get lively once more as he heard the chatter of the guards just a little beyond the forest. He smiles, realizing you indeed have fallen asleep. He’s glad that you somehow found comfort, even if you weren’t at home. 

He reaches to carry you in his arms, gently raising you up–careful not to wake you when you’re sleeping soundly. “Come on, highness. Hold tight.”

When he reaches to call for the horses, he wonders if you’ve ever stopped to think about what he truly feels towards you. It’s the saddest thing ever, that you don’t know his heart is full of you. He adores you more than words could express–yet you don’t have a clue, only because he never had the guts to tell you, not once. 

Sethos walks towards the kingdom, you in his arms, and the lead ropes wrapped around his wrist. The sun shines on your face, and he wonders if you’re bothered by the sudden brightness, especially after spending the night in the woods. 

As much as you hate it���he’s proud that you’re now the person organizing the yearly banquet. He knows how much you dread the event the day it comes, you hate socializing with people you barely knew. But he wishes that maybe you’ll change your mind this time around now that his friends would be coming along. People from the Akademiya, even if you don’t know them, he’ll be the one to introduce you to the people he also treasures.

Being the future ruler of Vehero, you certainly do have a longer list of responsibilities than he does. Although… he hopes that one day, his name wouldn’t be something on an endless list of chores.

@ knnichs 2023 ﹑ do not repost, republish, translate, feed to ai or modify any of my works. doing so can and will result into me blocking you.

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wow this was an eyesore to write. dawg i AM NERVOUS ABOUT THE DIALOGUE THERE ARE SO MANY IM SO SCARED ITS REDUNDANT i hate dialogue i say i hate it. this was so hard to write but i lowkey enjoyed it too (no1 party anthem on loop I WAS SO LOCKED IN) this took so long too .... ong i am GLAD its finally over hell yeah :pray: i MIGHT do a part two (keyword MIGHT) where they finally get together . .. But probably not im too lazy thank you goodnight

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“don’t ask me to explain” by of montreal is mike wheeler’s emotional landscape in song form. an analysis.

soooooo….. i said we moved on too fast, so let’s talk!!

this track is such a quiet unraveling; confused, soft, afraid, and deeply yearning. it’s actually no surprise finn included it in, probably, mike’s character playlist. it doesn’t just fit mike’s arc, especially in seasons 4 and 5—it is his arc. line by line, the song traces a boy trying to understand himself while being terrified of what he’ll find. so let’s go:

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“how will I ever know you enough to love you / if you're hiding who you are?”

this line feels like it exists between mike and will, but also mike and himself. there’s this tension in s4 where no one’s really saying what they mean. will is hiding his feelings, mike is doing the same, and both of them are waiting for the other to crack first (parallel to future lines!).  

this also works as internal dialogue—mike trying to access emotions he hasn’t allowed himself to fully process. how can he figure out what he feels if he’s spent years building walls around it?

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“don't ask me to explain.”

mike’s defining phrase. this could be stitched across every scene he shares with will. he’s constantly backing away from honesty—not because he doesn’t feel, but because articulating it makes it real.  

in the van scene especially, this unspoken plea hangs over everything. he knows, somewhere deep down, but it’s too big to admit yet.

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“who are you hiding you from, / across the table with a penny in each eye?”

the “penny in each eye” is such a striking image—like a metaphorical death. it evokes silence, grief, and emotional unavailability.  

it reflects how much both mike and will are suppressing: mike watching will try to be okay, trying to reach for something without asking for it. both of them are present, but neither are really there. they’re ghosts to each other, in a way.

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“i'd like to marry all of my close friends, / and live in a big house together by an angry sea.”

this is quintessential mike—wanting closeness without the risk of naming desire. “all my close friends” is such a soft cop-out; it’s a fantasy that avoids the messiness of love by calling it friendship.  it’s “all my close friends” because he just can’t say will. and the “angry sea”? that’s the world. the unknown. maybe even adulthood. and despite all of that, mike still dreams of building something safe—something chosen, even if he can’t admit what he really wants it to look like. 

btw, does that remind you of something? 

“i’m not trying to be a jerk, okay? but we’re not kids anymore. what did you think, really? that we were never gonna get girlfriends?”

MICHEAL WHEELER YOU LIAR, LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!!!

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“am i the devil's marbles / don't move on without me”

there’s a chaotic vulnerability to this line. mike often feels like he’s being left behind—emotionally, developmentally, even narratively.  

he’s watching will grow, watching his friends change, and somewhere in him there’s a fear of being stuck. of being the one person who hasn’t figured himself out.

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“who will be watching my body when i sleep?”

this is such a childlike, tender line. mike’s always been someone who needs emotional grounding, even if he resists it.  

this echoes his connection with will—the comfort they offer each other, the sense of being seen. will is the only person who’s consistently watched over mike, emotionally. the question here is: if i lose him, who will hold me together?

this could also be a juxtaposition to how he’s always the caretaker of the group, the one who’s always been ‘the brave’.

further, he has quite literally looked after will’s body as he sleeps, thus it’s now the question of; if someone sees who i really am, i may never receive that treatment myself.

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“who will i believe in?”

a quiet crisis of faith. mike’s been so wrapped up in being the “heart” of the party, in loving el, in playing the part he’s supposed to—this line feels like the cracks forming.  

if he lets go of the version of himself that others believe in, what’s left? who is he when he’s not performing for others?

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“how am i supposed to let it show / when i don't even know?”

this might be the most important line. because mike’s arc isn’t just about fear of being judged—it’s about confusion.  

he knows something is there, something strong and real. but years of repressing, of trying to be who he’s supposed to be, has made it impossible for him to trust his own heart. this is his conflict in s4 and possibly s5: what if i’m in love, and i don’t even know what it means?

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“besides, i don't want to be the one who's coming out first / i'd really like to, but i'm just too shy.”

OH MY BROTHER IN WHATEVER!!!!

if we put the VERY clear meaning behind this phrase behind (a.k.a. mike being closeted), this is the van scene’s energy in a sentence. mike wants someone else to break the silence. he wants will to say it, so he doesn’t have to risk being first. it’s fear of vulnerability, but also fear of being wrong.  

and it’s not apathy—it’s shyness. timidity. mike isn’t incapable of love. he’s just scared that if he names it, he’ll ruin something sacred.

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“it's so easy to lie to myself / and pretend that i could love you but i can't.”

this one cuts. because it’s not saying “i don’t love you.” it’s “i pretend i could love you”—but i can’t let myself.  

depending on how you read it, the “you” could be el or will. either way, mike is lying—to her, to will, and most of all to himself.  

the tragedy is that the truth is right there. it’s just buried beneath fear.

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in conclusion:

this song is mike’s emotional journey very clearly laid out in front of us. it’s not loud; it’s not very dramatic. it’s soft, aching, and confused—just like a 15-year-old boy trying to make sense of his first real love while trapped inside a version of himself he no longer recognizes.  

thus, in season 5, we need the unraveling of this build up— a catharsis of sorts. not a big “coming out” moment, necessarily—but an honest one. a quiet truth, spoken at last.  

this is the buildup. season 5 needs to be the release.

[oopsallgoalies]

Snitches Get Stitches: Chapter 1

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, violence, sports violence, medical stuff, blood probably, angst, fluff, (potentially eventual) smut, forbidden romance, sexual harassment, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, Snitches Get Stitches. It was originally posted in October-November 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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“And that’s everything,” Pete says with a grin and a shrug of his shoulders as you approach the board room. He’s been giving you a tour of the facilities since it’s your first day as the team physician of the newly formed San Diego Daggers. You were still pinching yourself. Two weeks ago you’d been unemployed and spending every single waking moment stressing about what would happen once you finished your fellowship at the Cedars-Sinai Kerlan-Jobe Institute when you’d quite literally crashed into the opportunity of a lifetime when hockey legend Pete “Maverick” Mitchell had driven his motorcycle in front of your car at a gas station. Turns out he was the newly appointed head coach of the San Diego Daggers hockey team and when you’d let slip that working for a hockey team was your dream he’d offered you an interview on the spot.

Since then, you’d found out that he hadn’t been kidding when he said that wasn’t his department as the general manager, Beau Simpson had exasperatedly informed you during your interview. Thankfully Mr. Simpson had been impressed with your resume and had offered you the most level-headed response to your situation you’d received in the three months since the incident occurred. You’d taken a chance in trusting him with the details of what happened but you knew it was better that he heard it from you before someone else could twist the story with their own opinion and interpretation of the events. The two of you had struck an agreement that stipulated the basic work contract to account for your situation, but the job was yours.

Now here you were, on your first day, being shown around your new place of work. “Now I want to introduce you to the newest member of our team, he’s going to be our team captain, so it’s imperative that you two get acquainted as soon as possible so you can start organizing physicals for the team. The ink’s quite literally still drying on his contract, but I think he’ll be the perfect man for the job.” You nod along, as you’ve been for the better part of the last hour. “By the way, kiddo, I never got the chance to ask. You said the Ducks were your second favorite team, who’s your first?” His eyes twinkle with humor as you chuckle, embarrassed as you remember your first interaction.

“The Dallas Stars,” you answer. “I’ve been a fan of them for as long as I can remember.” Oh but you can remember, you remember the day your loyalties shifted from the childhood love of Anaheim you’d shared with your dad, but you’ve embarrassed yourself enough in front of Pete Mitchell for a lifetime, or so you think.

His grin widens and his eyes light up conspiratorially as he pushes the door to the conference room open. “Well then, kid, I think the two of you are going to get along just fine.” You blink as your eyes adjust to the change from the dimmer ambient hallway lights to the bright LEDs in the conference room, just as the seat closest to the door turns to reveal its occupant. “Jake! I want you to meet our brand new team physician. Kiddo, this is Jake.”

Jake Seresin. Jake motherfucking Seresin, Centre and Captain of the Dallas Stars, and the very reason you became a Stars fan in the first place, stands from the chair and offers you his hand. “Hey there, it’s nice to meet you, ma’am” His grin is wide and just as blinding as it is on TV, but it doesn’t touch the storm in his eyes. The piercing green that’s always warm, inviting, and jovial now looks more like a raging sea. Thankfully your professionalism manages to rush back to your brain in a timely manner and you take his hand, feeling the calluses on his palm scrape the smooth skin of yours.

“H-Hi,” you introduce yourself with the eloquence of a deep sea fish, as he releases your hand before your curiosity gets the better of you. “I thought you played for the Stars.” It’s harmless enough, it’s not like you’ve divulged anything personal but it feels like you’ve revealed yourself as some kind of unprofessional super fan in front of someone who is first and foremost your colleague and your patient for God’s sake.

He shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck as he deliberates how to answer your question before he settles on, “I did, until,” he breaks eye contact to check the watch on his wrist. “38 hours ago.”

“Oh,” is all you can manage as your brain descends into chaos. “Well, I guess since I signed about a week ago, welcome to the team.” He lets out a laugh at that and you watch some of the weight lift off his shoulders. Your mind is racing but the sensible part of it reminds you that this is your place of work, he’s just a client, regardless of who he is.

“So Mr. Seresin, or do you prefer Captain Seresin? When would be a good time to meet and go over scheduling the team physicals? I know we’re in the off-season right now but I want to get all the routine procedures done as soon as possible and adjust training as needed based on that.” He chuckles and it puts you at ease instantly.

“Just Jake is fine, ma’am. You’re the one in charge here, remember? As for the physicals, I agree that we should get those out of the way first and foremost. Scheduling that is up to our trainers, however, not me.”

“No, right of course, but as Captain would you be willing to go first to kind of show a united front? If I’m going to properly and efficiently take care of your team, trust is key.” You almost miss the bob of his Adam’s apple as he hesitates.

“Sure thing, sign me up.”

“Seresin.” The door opens behind you as Mr. Simpson enters the board room. “And our new physician, good to see you made it.” You nod in acknowledgment. “Seresin we’re glad to have you here, you’re a last-minute catch, but that does mean we need to get you up to speed as soon as possible.”

“Of course, sir.” Jake’s back to his charismatic self for his manager, the troubled man you’d met just minutes ago gone. “It was nice to meet you, ma’am.” He pipes up as you make your way towards the door, your dismissal unspoken.

You turn back to give him a smile, “Nice to meet you too, Jake.” You’ve barely made it halfway down the hallway when the door opens again and Mav is jogging after you, a shit-eating grin creeping across his face.

“So, what do you think?” He’s ecstatic.

“Mav,… I mean this with all the grace of a professional, but how the fuck did you manage to get Jake Seresin?” He laughs, loud and long before leaning in conspiratorially.

“We didn’t. He came to us.” You’re shell-shocked, to say the least.

You open and close your mouth without saying anything for a few seconds before you remember your last conversation. “Mav, about what I said to you earlier,” He grins. “I said that to you as a friend, not a coworker and I’d really appreciate it if you kept that to yourself, for the sake of my professionalism, please. Jake’s my coworker and patient, and anything else would affect his ability to trust me as his physician.” His eyes twinkle as he winks.

“Your secret is safe with me, kiddo. I appreciate your dedication to the job from the get-go. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you asked for his autograph, though.” You can’t fight the flush that creeps across your cheeks. He pats your back gently. “Don’t worry kiddo, any girl in the world would lose their head a bit if they had to work with that boy. I played with plenty of guys just like him in my day.”

“Mav, you were a guy like him in your day.” Mav laughs again as you reach your office.

“Good luck, kid. Break a leg!” He leaves with a wave and you sigh, pushing into the room.

The moment the door swings shut, you turn to press your forehead against the hardwood, letting out a breath you’ve been holding since you entered the board room. You’re fucked, totally completely, royally fucked. You’ve never struggled with professionalism in the workplace. Your entire patient base was made up of multimillion-dollar athletes, any awkwardness due to this had been a hurdle you’d long since crossed. But this? This wasn’t just close to home in the way that you were a fan of the sport your patient played, you were a fan of the player period.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin had had a successful enough career long before he came to play for the Dallas Stars but it was during his first season with them that he first caught your eye. Sure, every girl who knew anything about hockey salivated over the Ken doll on skates but that wasn’t what had drawn you to him. You’d been a hockey fan long enough to know that there were plenty of pretty faces on the ice and sooner or later his dazzling smile would be short a few perfect teeth. Plus, they weren’t there to be pretty, they were there because they could play, and damn if Jake wasn’t the whole package because he was a monster on the ice. He hadn’t earned the nickname “Hangman” for nothing.

It was Dallas vs. Anaheim and Anaheim had the game in the bag, or so you thought. It was the third period, the score was 6-2 in favor of Anaheim. Dallas had managed to take a single point each period, saving themselves from a total wipeout but a four-point difference with nine minutes left in the game had most people switching channels, safe with the knowledge that the match was decided. Then Dallas made a game-changing switch, they switched their centre, just their centre. You’d written it off the same way as everyone else, as a last-ditch effort by Dallas to change the flow of the game in any way they could, but it was anything but.

The moment Jake Seresin hit the ice, the energy in the entire arena shifted, as if they knew what was coming somehow. That was the thing about Jake Seresin you learned that day, he played every second he was on the ice like it was the last second of a tied game. He was a game maker. In the next nine minutes, not only did Dallas tie the score, making up the four points that they trailed, but they sunk a final, victory point with three seconds left on the clock. Of those five points, only two were scored directly by Jake, including the final one, but it was a unanimous opinion that Jake was the reason behind the win. He knew how to move a puck, he knew how to support his teammates while finding shots through a jungle of defense like an octopus in a wall of rock. You weren’t sure if you breathed at all during those nine minutes, and when it was finally over, you’d sat back, too stunned to speak, eyes wide and mouth parted. You’d been brought back to earth by your dad’s laugh from next to you as he gave you a wry smile, “And that’s the moment you’ll fall in love with hockey.” It was something he’d told you once when you asked how he’d come to love the sport as much as he did, a love he’d passed down to you. For him it was an Anaheim game that he was passively watching in a hotel room, half asleep and channel surfing, looking for something to lull him to sleep. For you, you’d always thought you loved hockey, you’d been watching Anaheim games with your dad for as long as you could remember, but it wasn’t until that night that you saw Jake Seresin play for the first time that you realized that while you loved hockey, you couldn’t have been in love with hockey because nothing had ever felt like this.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by a firm rapping on the door you’re still leaning your forehead against. You straighten with a soft groan before opening the door to reveal an unfamiliar woman on the other side. Compared to your forest green scrubs and white coat, she’s a vision in a powder pink suit, her hair pulled into a no-nonsense bun at the base of her neck, and a pair thick of black glasses propped on her head. She extends a perfectly manicured hand to you, her other one occupied with a pink leather folio that matches her suit and nails, introducing herself. “Everyone here calls me Zamboni, though, or just Zam.”

“Can… can I ask why?” You’re a little intimidated by her, the color pink has never made you feel mildly terrified before but there’s a first time for everything.

She laughs at that, a rich, real sound. “I got it at my first unofficial gig, they said it was because I smooth things over, just like a Zamboni smoothes the ice.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “College guys think they are so funny, but the name stuck.” She shrugs. “I like to think it’s because I’m good at my job. I’m the PR rep for the team.”

“It’s nice to meet you Zam.” You weigh your options quickly before deciding to dive right in. “Actually, I have a question I was hoping you could answer.” Zam raises an eyebrow at the way your voice drops but nods to encourage you to continue. “What’s Jake Seresin doing here?” Both eyebrows are raised now. She lets out a defeated huff, crossing her arms over her chest in frustration.

“You know, I pride myself on knowing every aspect of my job inside out, and that includes my players, but that’s one question that even I don’t have the answer to, and not for lack of trying. All I know is that Seresin reached out to Beau two nights ago and showed up here this morning. No private plane, no nothing, the man took a commercial red eye. It does make you wonder,

what exactly had him running like hell to get out of Dallas, but as far as concrete answers go, I’m all out.” She frowns. “Any particular reason why you ask? Do you know something?”

You shake your head, disappointedly. “Nope, but I watch enough hockey on my own time to know he could be anywhere and why he’s here makes little to no sense. I know he and Machado are friends but that doesn’t seem like enough to pass up re-signing to Dallas, and definitely doesn’t explain why he decided to move in less than 48 hours.”

“Just one of life’s mysteries.” An unfamiliar voice interrupts. You both turn to see another woman approach. “I’m Natasha Trace, the head equipment manager.” You shake her outstretched hand as you look over the dark-haired woman. She has a strong grip and you feel the barely there brush of calluses on her hand as if they’ve long faded but stubbornly remained in some places. “If it helps, Javy didn’t know he was coming here either, he’s just as surprised as the rest of us.” Her eyes darken sadly. “Honestly, he’s more pissed than excited right now.”

“Are you two close?” You ask and she’s smiling again.

“Yeah, we went to high school together. He’s actually the reason I have this job, he recommended it to me.”

“And by proxy you know Jake, then?” She shrugs nonchalantly.

“He’s Javy’s best friend, but honestly we don’t see enough of each other to really say I know Jake. Most of what I know about him is what I hear from Javy. I could count on one hand the number of times we’d met before this.” She claps her hands, signaling the end of the conversation. “As much as I enjoy gossiping like old hens with both of you, I did actually come here for a reason. Mav wants to introduce you to the rest of the team so you can start getting into their physicals.” With that, Zam is back in professional mode, straightening from where she’s been leaning on the doorframe to follow the two of you as you do your best to memorize the route Natasha is taking. When you enter the rink, the boys are mid-practice, zipping around on the ice while Maverick watches from the sidelines, taking notes. He turns at the click of Zam’s heels as your group approaches.

“Ladies, welcome! Kiddo, glad to see you’re getting assimilated!” He turns back to the ice, blowing his whistle to signal the guys over to the bench. Your nose is hit with the familiar smell of sweaty athletes as they collect on the ice in front of Mav, removing their helmets and shaking out their name hair. A few swing over the boards to take a seat on the bench, grabbing water bottles as slowly all eyes come to rest on you. You glance over the group, clocking familiar faces. Javy Machado, a right winger, here from the San Jose Sharks and Jake Seresin’s former teammate on the Arizona Coyotes. Left winger, Bradley Bradshaw, the oldest player on the team, from the Philadelphia Flyers. The defensive duo, Reuben Fitch and Mickey Garcia from the New Jersey Devils. Rookie goalie Bob Floyd, whose acquisition has been turning a lot of heads. And of course, Jake Seresin, former captain and centre for the Dallas Stars.

Mav claps a hand on your shoulder. “Gentlemen, this is our new team physician. I’m gonna let her take the floor.” He steps back at that to linger with Natasha and Zam as twenty pairs of eyes focus on you.

You introduce yourself and put on your best smile as the boys chorus back their own greetings. “My first order of business is going to be scheduling your physicals. I want to get as much of the basics out of the way early so we can catch any hidden injuries or undiagnosed conditions as soon as possible so that we can adjust anything we need to have you ready and fighting fit when the season starts in two months.” You almost miss the way Jake shifts uncomfortably at your mention of hidden injuries and undiagnosed conditions and you store away that tidbit for later. “I look forward to working with all of you this season and I want you to know that my priority is your health and safety, and if we want to make the best of our relationship then we need to trust each other so I hope I can earn your trust.” You make eye contact with Jake as you say this. His eyes are back to the stormy seas from this morning and you hope he can trust you enough to tell you what’s really going on so you can help. Just as you’re about to wrap up you remember something. “One last thing! I want to clearly emphasize that this physical will not, and I repeat, will not include any reason for you to be naked. I’m a licensed general physician but this physical doesn’t involve checking your testicles or your prostate unless a specific condition makes it necessary. So please, please keep your underwear on for both our benefit. I don’t want to see any dicks in my exam room, am I clear?” A chorus of laughs and yes ma’am’s bounce off the walls. When you turn to excuse yourself, Mav is grinning too. You decide to get this out ahead of time. “Mav, we need to discuss a good time for me to start the physicals.”

He nods before shrugging. “We’re done here for a bit so If you’re free to start now, you can start taking them one by one.” You nod, turning back to the boys on the ice who are slowly trudging off the ice at his words. “Captain, you’re up.”

Jake stiffens before his mask is back on. “Sure thing, ma’am, I’ll be right there as soon as I hit the showers.” You nod in return and head back to your office to prepare yourself. This is about to be a lesson in professionalism.

[naviaknell777]

Dyeing/Cutting Your Hair Headcanons!

All ROTTMNT boys x gn reader (romantic+established relationship)

[Requested from Quotev. Requests currently CLOSED] Posted 10/31/23, happy Halloween!

On a whim, you decided it was time to change up your look

You’ve had this hair length and color for a long while, and it was time to change things up for once!

So impulsively, you booked the soonest appointment to your hair salon, deciding that it would be a surprise for your boyfriend as well

You directed the hairdresser the way you wanted your hair, the shade of the color(s), and by the end of it, you could barely recognize the person in the mirror, but you couldn’t be happier to see the new you with your new hair style!

You just hoped your boyfriend would be happy with your new look!!

Raph

Wasn’t expecting the new change, but loved it anyway!

He really doesn't care what you change your hair to, or even if you got a new tattoo or piercing, he just love you

No matter what you look like he loves you either way, but he thinks your new haircut and color is amazing

“Wow! Your new look is awesome, [n/n]!”

“Ooh, and that color is perfect for you too!”

He’ll throw a thumbs up as well, smiling cause he just loves you so much

Will stare at your new hair for a bit, he’s just absorbing the new look

Overall, thinks you look lovely per usual!

Bonus points if you get it dyed red though, he’ll blush a bit more than normal

Leo

He’s a very go-with-the-flow kinda guy, so despite you not impulsively cutting/dyeing your hair before while you two were together, he’s not surprised when you impulsively do it

“Wow babe, you look good!”

“That color is really working for you!”

Will ask for a turn around from you so he can get a 360 of your new hair

Will probably touch your new hair too (unless you two explicitly stated boundaries when it comes to not touching your hair) just because he wants to

Bonus points if you get it dyed blue, will tease you about it specifically, and very much would love your new hair more if you had it dyed his signature color

“What, you love me so much you had to dye your hair blue? Can’t get me out of your head, huh?”

Mikey

Surprised and screamed cause he thinks you look amazing (not that you don’t normally look amazing, but you know what I mean)

Not actually sad he didn’t know about it but would’ve been happier to know about it at least right before you got it cut and dyed

“Ohmigosh [n/n]! Why didn’t you tell me?” He pouts “I so would’ve joined you or helped you pick out a shade of color!”

“Not that you don’t look amazing, because you do! I just like doing things with you!”

Would appreciate to know and go with you next time because he loves spending time with you and wants to experience it with you in the future if/when you get it cut/dyed again

Bonus points if you dye it orange, will fond over it

“Aww and your hair is orange now too! I love it so much!”

Donnie

Would definitely like to know ahead of time

He wanted to be mentally prepared for the new look

He likes to be an organized and somewhat prepared guy, so when you come to the lair with a new haircut and color he has to do a bit of a double take

Tries to be so supportive though

“W-wow, [y/n], your hair-“ and he smiles a bit awkwardly

It’s not that he’s mad at you, just a bit disappointed he didn’t know ahead of time

He still thinks you look handsome and beautiful and loves you no matter what! Just wants to know changes like this ahead of time is all

“You look good!”

Bonus points if you dye it purple, likes that you (probably) thought of him when choosing that color, will tease you lovingly like Leo

“Purple suits you well, [y/n].” And he smirks

Overall loves your new look, even if it did take him by surprise at first!

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[dol-dogboy]

Nsfw ask meme this time!! Ft. Percy, Bowie, and Damon <3

After doing the sfw ask meme I knew I had to do this one too, so yeag :)

-> warning for typical DoL themes, I forgot what exactly though because this shit got so long I forgot what I wrote whoops!

1. What’s their position in bed? (top, bottom, vers, sub, dom, etc.)

Percy:

Dominant top!! They are a megalomaniac through and through, he needs to be the one in total control during sex at all times— if he ever does bottom then it’s in a ‘bottoming from the top’ sort of way…

… Unless they’re in heat. That’s the ONLY time they’ll ever sub for Anyone and even then he’s bitching about it the whole time

Bowie:

Submissive top leaning switch, likes bottoming and topping equally but. Well. People see his dick and are like I GOTTA have a piece of that

Damon:

Vers switch, leans dominant in most encounters though since he used to be wholly submissive all the time. Making up for lost time yknow??? True submission from him nowadays is very difficult to experience, unless he’s in a vulnerable mood with someone he trusts deeply

2. What turns them on/off?

Hooo boy lessee, turn ons subject to change my memory is shit sooo just consider this a blanket vibes list, might do a more in depth posts abt their kinks at a later date wink wink nudge nudge

Percy:

✅: Sadism (ofc), Knifeplay, Fearplay, Bloodplay, Dacryphilia, Humiliation (giving), Voyeurism, Predator/Prey, Stepping, Kicking, Biting, I’m just gonna start listing acts of violence by accident but well I mean it’s accurate—, Enjoys being worshipped

🚫: Pretty much take most of their turn ons except make it done to them that’s their turn offs, also feminization/misgendering/etc, that’s a one way street to getting him to despise you

Bowie:

✅: Humiliation (receiving), Praise, Degradation, Size difference, Groping, Orgasm denial, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Cumplay, Breeding, Pregnancy (<- sooo embarrassed by this esp with partners that don’t want kids 😭)

🚫: Having his arms specifically pinned or tied up freaks him out, degradation/humiliation that veers into a genuinely mean territory

Damon:

✅: Humiliation (giving), Bondage, Dacryphilia, Intoxication (all kinds <3), Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Biting/Marking, Collars, Petplay (to a point), Overstimulation, Size Difference, Marathon sex, Dumbification, Somnophilia, Tentacles, Corruption kink but it makes him feel guilty, Roleplay except he does Not take it seriously and he’s giggly the whole time, Gap moe <3

🚫: Hypnotism. Used to like it but shit happens and now it’s just an annoyance (could maybe be convinced to try it out again in the far future though), also something that doesn’t necessarily make him flaccid but does really take him out of sex is calling him stuff like ‘pet’, (dog related stuff is fine!) ‘doll’, ‘toy’, etc

Universal 🚫: Daddy/mommy stuff, any sort of -cestplay really, Piss/Scat/etc., Bestiality ig they probably never ponder the idea of that ever happening since I have it turned off, for a game about being raped none of them really like that very much 😔

3. How long does it take for them to climax?

Percy:

A While. Perks of having a low libido, since that just means he can hurt you longer <3

Cums stupidly fast during his heats and it humiliates him

Bowie:

It depends? Usually very fast though, if he’s trying his veryyyyy best to be a good boy and not cum without permission then he will try his damndest to only cum when he’s told to (with mixed results, he’s just so sensitive <\3)

Damon:

Another depends!! Sometimes he’ll draw things out to be a tease, but he also cums faster when he’s intoxicated, so it rly depends on the scene and setting tbh

4. Most sensitive part(s) of their body?

Percy:

… Their cunt, to their own chagrin. Being inside them brings out things during sex that Percy would Never show otherwise

Bowie:

His boobs and his dick (probably has something to do with the underground farms gel thing), can ABSOLUTELY cum solely from having his boobs played with

Damon:

Made his nipples hypersensitive when I started up his save bc hehe <3, messing with them is the easiest way to get him worked up he Will jump you if you tweak them a bunch

5. Easiest way to seduce them?

Percy:

Cry when he beats you. Like full blown bawling, he wants it to be as ugly and raw as possible— for more of a slowburn he just likes meekness in general

Bowie:

Emphasize your chest around him, whether that be by wearing a low cut top, going into positions where he sees as much of your chest as possible, etc. Doesn’t matter how little boob you have his eyes are going as wide as saucers

Damon:

Loves a fellow tease <3 being able to fall into a back and forth of flirting is just so fun to him, it certainly endears you to him pretty fast— also, for more hyper specific scenarios, someone who is usually more stern or serious either softening or perking up when they see him gets him throbbing INSTANTLY (gap moe fetish 😔)

6. How often do they masturbate?

Percy:

Maybe once a week? Two sometimes? Just ain’t a high priority for them

Bowie:

Well! Well. Well…. Every day. Multiple times a day. Especially if he hasn’t gotten milked in a while then he’ll spend like an hour just milking and cumming, He Hates It

Damon:

Not a lot, maybe once a week. Whenever he wants to inflict psychic damage on a partner/situationship. Sorry losers he’s actually out laying pipe and getting bitches

7. What’s their favorite position?

Percy:

Scissoring or any position similar to it, generally likes having either one or both of his partners legs over his shoulders so he can see how far they can be pushed down before they start saying that it hurts (gets a little disappointed if they’re very flexible)

Bowie:

Any position where he’s being ridden, and if he’s being penetrated then hm…. Whatever position requires the least amount of flexibility, I’d say push his face into the bed but then you wouldn’t be able to see his pretty tears :(

Damon:

How can he choose a favorite when they’re all so beautiful…. Supposes that he does have a special fondness for doggy style, either way <3

8. How did they lose their virginity?

Percy:

Forest. Black box for Landry. Two guys showed up. They’d really rather not think about it too hard

Bowie:

First punishment for not paying Bailey, some dogboys in an alleyway… there’s a reason he doesn’t like his arms pinned

Damon:

He forgor (said in a very serious tone)

9. Favorite place to have sex?

Percy:

Has a fondness for floor sex of any kind anywhere, though if he’s actually involved in sex (and not just like. Beating the shit out of you) then he wants it in private

Bowie:

If asked he would say in the bedroom, but that 6/6 exhibitionism stat says otherwise !!!

Damon:

That prayer room is his favorite room that has ever existed

10. Ever been caught having sex or masturbating?

Percy:

No, since technically beating people up isn’t sex

Bowie:

Yeah . Technically not masturbating but the amount of times he’s came in public Haunts Him

Damon:

Probably, not like he cares though lmaoooooooo

11. Are they loud or quiet?

Percy:

Quiet in terms of noises but they are a YAPPERRRRRR they cannot shut the fuck up about how much you suck when you have sex with them. During their heats though???? Has to make an active effort to not start whining and whimpering at the slightest touch

Bowie:

Crying, sobbing, whimpering, moaning like a porn star, whining, begging— I think you get the idea you Will have to manually shut him up yourself

Damon:

Another fuckin’ yapperrrr he refuses to shut up during sex, teasing and degrading and praising constantly, with certain partners he’s certainly trying to challenge them to shut him up. In terms of noises he’s actually pretty quiet, mostly just shaky breaths and groans, though he absolutely can be louder if you’re into that <3

12. Do they own any sex toys?

Percy:

Heavy are the hips that wear the strap. Also mostly has toys for sexual torture reasons, also an emergency dildo for himself cause sometimes fingers ain’t enough

Bowie:

Breast pumps for the milkers, sheepishly bought Alex a strap once, vibrator for when he’s gotta get those cream buns MADE!!!

Damon:

I can’t make an itemized list of sex toys when my brain is at half mast but yes he has a lot, primarily collars and ropes are his favorites, but he does have some hands on toys for enhancing sex— and since you can buy them at the sex shop in game I’ll include the fact that he Always has aphrodisiacs on him. Sometimes he just pops em for goofs

13. Do they prefer giving or receiving?

Percy:

Both? Giving in terms of pain and generally being in control, receiving in terms of you lapping at his cunt or licking his boots, as he rightfully deserves in his mind

Bowie:

Receiving lmao he can be a lil bit of a pillow princess at times, if you Tell Him to put in some more effort then he will though

Damon:

No preference <3

14. How often do they have sex?

Percy:

Depends on who they’re with really, Kylar is pretty needy but even then it’s only like… twice a week. Beating people up is a near daily thing however and that’s even better than sex so—

Bowie:

Also depends on who he’s with !! There was a while there where he and Alex were having daily creampies happen so truly he can go daily. Even multiple times a day. Please

Damon:

Every day as per the tf lifestyle, sometimes he can just legitimately forget and get seared with holy light at night though. And yet he never learns 😔

15. Their biggest sexual desire?

Ask vers here !

Percy:

To have someone completely at his mercy, bleeding and crying because of the pain HE inflicted. To be wholly in control of the situation, to have someone’s life held solely in his hands…. Yeah they’re pretty normal about that

Bowie:

He wants to get teased and denied so much he’s writhing and crying in overstimulation, particularly with his sexual partner sitting above him, only juuust barely brushing against his dick— biggest desire is getting his ass bullied basically!! But then being pampered even though he’s the one that just rearranged his partners guts

Damon:

That would be like choosing a favorite child for him… maybe it’s flustering and embarrassing someone who’s usually all big and strong? Orrr being hopped up on aphrodisiacs so every touch feels ten times more intense? Super long marathon sex until someone passes out? So many decisions…….. or maybe it’s that he wants to be intimately held and loved and finally be able to trust someone with his full submission but he’s shovin’ THAT one down into the deepest pits of his mind!!!

16. What’s the best term to describe your OC sexually?

Percy:

Vengeful Sadist, the game really hit the mark with that one

Bowie:

Crybaby sub

Damon:

Boytoy except he isn’t fully jiving with it

17. Their bra or dick size?

I do not know the sizes of bras or dicks at a glance but yknow. I’ll try my best !

Percy:

‘Budding’ itty bitty boobs. I’m talking those cute lil mosquito bite boobs (they would hate if you pinched their boobs but I personally am advocating for pinching their boobs pls). They got clitoromegaly so their clit is a lil smaller than the size of a thumb, I’d say 2 inches or so long??

Bowie:

Enormous boobs and dick, boobs are big enough to have serious heft when held, dicks big enough to make you go “oh their poor hole…” about whoever he’s fucking. It’s definitely bordering on a foot

Damon:

Flat chest, large dick, he takes dick enhancement pills because he thinks it’s funny. His dick is far more manageable than Bowie’s but still big ! Six inches maybe? Bigger? Idk

18. What do they think about when they masturbate?

Ask vers here !

Percy:

They don’t masturbate very often, but whenever they DO it’s usually after they just got worked up beating someone up… so usually he’s just thinking back on how absolutely helpless they looked, the blood dripping down their face, etc etc

Bowie:

A lot of things really, but the biggest one is just… imagining someone’s body, particularly their chest, just playing that visual over and over in his head makes him so insanely horny. He’s the most likely to jack it over porn mags out of the trio

Damon:

Surprisingly doesn’t jack off as much as you’d think, after all he can just go out and fuck someone whenever he wants to……. He does like stealing fuckbuddies/partners clothes and jacking off while wearing em though, for ultra pervert points, plus it always get a very.. fun reaction out of whoever he does it to when they find out <3

19. What’s their sexual orientation?

When told the definitions for certain orientations, the only one who would choose to label himself is Bowie, who is pan! Percy and Damon don’t really care about labels like that (tiring for the former, confusing for the latter), so they’re both unlabeled queers! They just do whatever they want always

20. What’s their favorite thing to do sex-wise?

Percy:

Stepping probably, he loves those damn boots y’all—

Bowie:

Creampie-ing honestly. Either way it just happens more with him in someone else, but him getting creampied would rewire his brain

Damon:

Loves oral, big oral fixation, something he finds hot either way but he does have a slight preference for being collared and performing oral on his partner, and the only way he’s allowed to get off is by humping at their leg <3

21. Weirdest place they’ve had sex?

Percy:

Kylar loves fucking them in alleys

Bowie:

Barn probably

Damon:

Tentacle plains, weird But he loves it

22. Their favorite place on the body to be kissed?

Percy:

Inner thighs (Not on his scars), something about the soft fondness in worshipping him makes him. Feel weird in a way he doesn’t like thinking about

Bowie:

Cheeks or forehead, it’s so sweet it makes him emotional

Damon:

Neck and lips! It’s romantic… makes him fall into the small fantasy that he’s capable of loving and being loved for a moment

23. Worst sex experience?

Percy:

See answer 8!

Bowie:

See answer 8 as well!

Damon:

Hm. Sex with Harper at the asylum. Both the best and the worst. The best in the moment, he felt so loved and appreciated… but after the fact he realizes that he was appreciated only for being an interesting subject. He wasn’t really anything to him. That makes him feel empty inside.

24. Have they ever orgasmed more than once in one go?

Percy:

During that time with the two guys in the forest yeah, but during regular sex he most certainly wouldn’t unless it was Very Long

Bowie:

He has the orgasm addict trait I think that’s answer enough. He’s never fully satisfied only cumming once during sex, he’s came ten times in one go for his chef job lmao

Damon:

Yeag <3 he loves overstimulation and marathon sex soooo much he loves going until either he or his partner have been fucked stupid

25. How often do they think about having sex?

Ask vers here !

Percy:

If you go by Percy’s definition of sex which includes stuff like ‘breaking someone’s nose by kicking them in the face’ then it would be quite a bit… but, like, traditional pants off sex? Ehh like twice a week, maybe three, they have a surprisingly low libido for someone living in doltown

Bowie:

… Like once or twice a day, maybe even more if he’s pent up, but he’s completely humiliated by it. He has to jerk off daily because he can’t stop thinking about it… its a Problem

Damon:

If you leave him to his own devices then he will inevitably start thinking about having sex. It’s both in his lustful nature and also just kinda required for his incubus lifestyle, just part of his stream of consciousness now it’s normal for him

26. Are they self-conscious about any part of their body?

Percy:

Teeth 100%, was drilled into their brain when they were younger that their teeth are ugly and it still takes him a lot of effort to not instinctually cover his mouth when smiling

Bowie:

Everything <3 there’s not a single thing about his body that he can’t find something to be insecure about

In particular though? Mentioned before but his heights a big one, also deeply insecure about his tits for a variety of reasons (leaking milk is humiliating, everyone keeps on thinking he’s a woman, everyone Always points them out, etc)

Damon:

No not really, all of his self consciousness is aimed at the inside— other than like, sometimes he gets a little frustrated with his height purely because he has a lower strength threshold so protecting people he cares about is a bit harder, but even then 99% of the time he likes his height

27. How long does sex normally last with them?

Percy:

Depends. They can have torture sessions that go on for hours if they’re feeling manic and/or furious enough for it

Bowie:

Whatever you want ! But like he can go for sooooo long if you’ll let him 🥺 pretty please? 🥺

Damon:

Note answer 24, this can literally last several hours if you can match his freak. Even if you or he passes out there’s always the permission there to Keep Going until BOTH of you are down

28. Are they serious during sex or do they like to laugh?

Percy:

Pretty serious, if they get into their own head and start babbling degrading shit then they start to get a bit more maniacally giddy over the whole thing

Bowie:

Depends on the mood being set, but usually he falls pretty squarely into the role of weepy submissive on his own, can get giggly if the sex is softer <3 it’s real cute

Damon:

The sillayyyyyyyyyy, unless he’s gotten firmly into the role of mean dom then he is a silly lil bastard he’s cracking jokes and making fun the whole time, sex is Supposed to be nice and fun and chill to him so damnit he’s gonna make it nice and fun and chill!!

29. Wild-card. Give us a fun fact!

Percy:

He’s got a thick bush and happy trail, and when they’re older they get a harrier chest and arms too, I love body hair <3

Bowie:

Closest thing to him domming is sometimes when he reallllly wants to please his partner he’ll just press their back to his chest and fingerfuck their brains out, all while probably groping at their chest with the other hand, it’s like the horny spirits overtake him and he’s just humping against their back babbling about how he’s doing a good job right? You feel good right? Pretty please tell him he’s good he’s so hard please—

Damon:

Gets weird possessive streaks where he can’t help but just maul his partners neck with bites, just gets the urge to mark ‘em up randomly when he’s usually pretty lax about ‘possession’ stuff

[thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli]

I love your work, especially when you write for Gyro because you catch his essence really well (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)♡ ... May I request how much children Gyro, Abbacchio, Prosciutto, and Straizo, would want? Would they specifically want girls or boys, or they don't care? 0:

Oooh so sweet of you, thank you!!!! It means a lot to me to hear that! Gyro is one of my FAVES (though my blog name probably gives that away, haha…)

I will try my best~

(It’s Technically x reader?? Reader is there lol. Mostly about the character’s personal thoughts though.)

Various jjba: How many children do they want to have?

Straizo: Maybe at one point when he was a younger man he would’ve had an interest in more children beyond Elizabeth, but as she grew up, he found himself feeling older too. Even with the decelerated aging effects from his mastery over hamon, being referred to as “dad” or “father” reminds him of his fear of the inevitable march of time. So he’s not much interested in raising anymore children with you beyond his adopted daughter. But if he had another one when Elizabeth was still very young, he wouldn’t be opposed. Girl or boy doesn’t matter to him, he would train them in hamon the same as he did Elizabeth.

Prosciutto: He’s not against the idea, even while he’s still an assassin in the Italian mafia. He honestly thinks he’d be a good dad, a little strict, but good. You’re not so sure. What Prosciutto thinks is “tough love” tends to lean into “unnecessary cruelty” in your opinion. And the opinions of his squad mates. Thankfully even a stubborn guy like him won’t push the subject too much if you point out that having a kid while your financial situation is so unstable and his lifestyle is so dangerous might not be the best idea right now. Can’t really argue with that.

He won’t forget about it though. Whether your financial situation changes or he switches to something even slightly less dangerous in the mafia he’ll be bringing it up again.

He thinks he wants a boy. Just one. Maybe another one after his first is a bit older.

Abbacchio: No, he can’t imagine him having kids anytime soon. He’s no role model, he lacks patience with himself and other people, and with his disposition…he doesn’t think he’d be a father his future kid would be proud of. He can’t handle that kind of shame.

So please, don’t bring it up to him. At least not right now. Not while he’s living this dangerous lifestyle and always moving from place to place. And not mentally prepared for something like that. Maybe when he’s a bit older and things have calmed down (even then, probably not) but right now he knows he’s not ready for something like that.

Gyro Zeppeli: Given he’s the eldest, and from a rather large family, he’s always been used to being around kids, even though he hasn’t really given raising some of his own much thought. Just kinda felt like something he’d worry about when it was time. He imagined if he did have kids though, it’d be a few, at least three, but probably more. And he’d want all boys. Despite his seemingly wild nature, he had been a dutiful son back in the day, even if he may have goofed around behind his father’s back on occasion. As much as he respected his father, he wouldn’t want to raise his kids in that exact way, wishing instead to be a bit more empathetic, and with less of a black and white worldview.

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Ah I realize I didn’t really have anyone on this list I saw as a girl dad. I think Caesar would be one!

[chil-aglia]

For The Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Bingo Slot: Mind Rape

Characters: Caden

Plot: In mission, Caden saves Mikey, but is captured by Krang in process and the guys(turtles) are watching helplessly as Caden getting mind raped by Krang Prime (to learn location or torture him, gives resistance a example what happens when you try to be a hero or all of it), but Leo won’t allows it as he fights off Prime in mindscape, while protecting Caden. Prime surprised and enraged that the ‘pest’ survived (You?! How many times do I must KILL YOU?!) fights back! It seems like Leo is winning but Prime taunts him and tricks using his emphaty against him trying attack Caden. Leo takes the blow and his soul is weakened by it, which uses this opportunity to get rid of once and for all. But at that moment Caden pretty much shout NOOOOO! and has a ninpo burst that pushes Prime out of his mind to save Leo and even K.O.ed him in real world. Leo is shocked but has no time to dwell as Caden is exhausted sudden energy burst and quickly takes over kid’s body and tell brothers to move. They got far away as Leo can hear raging roar of Krang Prime. Finally he passes out. Caden wakes up in medbay surrounded Leo’s brothers. They are so happy to see him. Caden reminds them that he’s not Leo at the moment but to his surprise they know. Turns Leo was possessing him while he was unconsious to feed him. He was very worried when Caden wasn’t waking up. He even scolds his brothers for treating Caden unfairly because it was Caden who saved Leo in Mindscpe, all of them were worried for him and felt guilty. They happy both Leo and Caden are okay. Caden even hears Leo that he’s glad he back and thanks him for saving him. They say to him that he is part of their family too as they hug him. He even feels Leo hugging him too and for the first time Caden feels like he belongs and he’s happy😂.

This will be marked off as 'Mind Rape' as that is the main focus!

This is probably gonna be either a bit short or some things may change as I don’t want the oneshot to be too long. But I tried to keep it as close as I could to the request!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

@badthingshappenbingo

Link to the fic on Ao3: I Need A Hero - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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I Need A Hero

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Do I Look Like Him. This is set in the bad future timeline!

Bingo slot: Mind Rape

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; Mind rape, mention of wanting to vomit, implied near character death, implied felt of being violated, impalement, etc

Summary: Krang Prime has Caden in his clutches. Terrifying him. Torturing his mind and soul. Caden needs an out, he can’t take it. Leo has to take charge now, and god damn if he couldn’t save Caden then he’ll never forgive himself.

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He pants; eyes blown wide as he stared at the mess surrounding him. He and the others were inside an abandoned building, he didn’t know which building exactly, but it was big and entirely in ruins.

He remembered when Donnie told the group that Prime himself was seen roaming the area, possibly looking for the Resistance base to invade, so they had to act, they had to take him down.

Caden wasn’t entirely fighting ready. He was still getting used to even using the katana’s that once belonged to Leo. He was no fighter, no ninja. But yet they needed him, because he was a mutant, naturally stronger and faster than the average human. Not to mention Leo would be with them. In his head that is, but when the family knew that Leo was able to possess Caden, it helped them feel safer. More secure in fighting.

Finding Prime was easy, but going up against him? Not so easy.

Caden could barely register what was happening when the boys all ran in to attack, their ninpo’s overwhelming their body, glowing brightly.

Prime was quick, his armored battle suit slashing its way at the brothers that sent them flying. At one point Donnie used his Ninpo to create a shield dome around Caden’s frozen form when some debris came soaring at him.

He yelped, falling down and sitting up with ragged breaths. He was scared. He couldn’t move. Blink. Twitch. He couldn’t do anything!

“Kid, move!” Leo’s voice echoed in his head, begging for him to run. But he couldn’t, his body stiffening in place as he watched Prime loom over Mikey’s unconscious figure on the floor.

Raphael and Donatello were groaning from the other side, barely getting to their own two feet. They weren’t going to make it.

They weren’t going to save Mikey.

“Ah, the mystic warrior. How pathetic…couldn’t even land a scratch on me.” Prime smirks, amused as he picks up Mikey by his hood. The turtle grunts, kicking his legs out slightly in hopes to wriggle himself out of the grip.

“Mikey! Caden, help him!” Leo begs, his voice loud and ringing around inside his head. Caden could see that Leo was pacing back and forth, slamming his hands on the floor.

Caden watched, silently seeing Prime squeeze the youngest brother, crushing him as Mikey let out pained chirps.

Caden could help. He just needs to move.

Move…

Move damn it!

Move, move, move, move—

“MOVE!”

Caden grips the katana’s once he unsheathes them from the holster on his shell, his body swiftly running at Prime, silent and quick before he jumps up.

He gave out a little war cry before stabbing the swords on the hands of the organic armor. Prime hollered in obvious agony, dropping Mikey as Caden held on, using the swords that were embedded in the hand to hold on.

“You…!” Prime growls, using his free hand to pull Caden off him and hold him up high. The young mutant squirms, groaning and hissing as he feels his body being crushed.

“Let…go!”

Prime just stared, observing him before he grins. “I recognise you…the new resident annoyance that the Resistance tried to hide away from me.” He mumbles, turning away and walking off whilst holding Caden who focused on trying to get free.

He was brought up to a second level of the building, ahead of him was a web of pink organic mess, made by the Krang as it had eyes blinking and staring.

It was disgusting.

Prime wrapped Caden into the goo, the organic hive of the Krang entrapping him as Caden struggled to run, trying to throw himself forward or rip his arms free, but he was stuck.

“You freak! Let me go, or I’ll—“

“Or you’ll what? Stab me again?” Prime grins, holding up the katanas before throwing them to the side, Caden froze in shock, he had no weapons, no way out…and the brothers were still injured to fight back.

He was alone.

“Hm…let’s see what’s crawling around inside your head.” Prime leans in, his tentacles sliding up Caden’s plastron and to his head, as the young mutant closes his eyes, grunting and snarling as he tries to move as far away as he could from the touch.

But then…he felt agonising pain when he could feel Prime’s disgusting pink appendages, assaulting his head.

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Caden choked on his own saliva, barely being able to breathe as he clutched his head. He didn’t know where he was, but memories were eating away at him, tormenting him as he ran.

He ran and ran, until his legs ached, and he fell over. He was in such pain. Flashes of past that weren’t even his were like a flashbang for him, white noise ringing in his inner ears as he felt dizzy and sick.

So sick.

“Hurk!”

He wanted to vomit, but couldn’t, heaving on the floor as he screamed his throat raw. What was happening?! Why did his body feel like it was on fire?

He felt violated, in a strange way. He began sobbing, banging his head against the floor. “Please, stop! No more…it hurts…no more!” He begged, over and over as he heard the chuckles of Prime.

He glanced up, teary eyed as he shook in fear and exhaustion as Prime stood over him, grinning devilishly. “How interesting. Your brain is nothing like I expected. It’s almost as though there are two beings in here. Two different memories…” He hums, looking down at Caden who flinched back at the stare.

He winced when another painful throb to his body slammed into him. Chirping distressfully as he felt his body slowly giving up. Going almost limp.

Where was Leo…? He had to be around right? To help him…to save him?

Prime took a few sinister steps forward, slowly taunting him from the sounds of his heavy steps. What was he going to do to Caden? Kill him? Torture his mind and body? Brainwash him? Turn him into those Krang monsters?

Leo…please.

He closed his eyes tightly when he saw Prime hovering in front of him. He didn’t want to see what was to come.

“CADEN!”

Leo ran in, picking up Caden and running off away from Prime. Leo knew being in this empty space didn’t give him leverage of hiding or even getting away too far, but it was enough to put Caden at a safe distance away.

Leo had felt the violation of Caden’s mind being invaded. It had struck Leo for a moment too, which was why he wasn’t around when Caden was pleading for his rescue earlier.

But Leo snapped out of it, appearing from whatever void he was in to manifest back into Caden’s mind and rush in when he saw Prime so close to him.

With no weapons, Leo relied on his speed to save the young mutant.

“What?! You?!” Prime exclaimed, eyes blown widely in shock as he stared at Leo who protectively stood in front of Caden’s limp body.

“You should be dead!”

Leo scoffed, clicking his tongue as he smirked cockily at his enemy, “Or maybe you just missed me so much, that I simply just can’t be killed.” He teases, he was good at that, bantering with the enemies.

Prime looks between Leo and Caden a few times before he laughs loudly. “I get it now…you're trapped inside him? Well, this is just interesting. I would be killing two turtles with one stone.” He widely beams manically, watching how Leo snarled back at him in warning.

“Don’t even think about touching him.”

“Who said I’ll be touching him first?”

Prime charges in, Leo gasping and quickly diverting out the way, luckily Prime was only focused on him at the moment, ignoring Caden as he pounced back towards Leo who dodged an incoming swipe of the armored claw.

He wished he had his swords with him. He couldn’t use weapons in his mind. So this was going to be hard.

This went on for what felt like a long time. Caden sat up slightly, trying to get up and perhaps even help out. But he could barely move without hissing and wincing.

He saw Leo being smacked around by Prime, only for the older slider to get back up and punch Prime a few times in his disgusting, squishy face who would roar out in anger.

Prime clicked his tongue lightly before gazing over to Caden. Seeing the young mutant completely wide open.

Fine then. He’ll destroy Leonardo Hamato another way then.

He changes direction, coming right towards Caden with murderous intent. “No! Leave him alone, bastard!” Leo screams, running after him.

Caden widened his eyes when he saw a pink appendage flying right at him, heading towards his face.

He was going to die.

But then..a flash of green and blue zipped in front of him, blocking his vision. But he heard the figure sharply inhale, followed by the sound of a crack.

Caden stared with wide eyes, watching Leo being impaled through the stomach. There was no blood visible, but it looked like it hurt. Leo’s look didn’t help, the way he gagged slightly on air and struggled to not keel over.

“L-Leo…?”

Caden’s voice was small and scared, his hand trembling as he reached up to touch Leo’s face, but hesitated, afraid that if he touched him, it would cause more pain for the slider.

“Caden…you okay?”

Am I okay…?!

He was flabbergasted, he was the one impaled and yet he was asking if Caden was okay?!

Prime huffs, backing up slightly as Leo moaned in pain as he collapsed onto Caden’s lap. The young slider gripped onto him like a lifeline as he remained silent, replaying the scene over and over.

“Well…at least he’s done for.” Prime hums in amusement, as he notices Leo’s body fading in and out, his body pulsing with his markings glowing.

His soul was weakened. And if he doesn't get help now, he’ll…

He’ll die.

“No…no, no, no—“

Caden breathes rapidly, tears swelling in his eyes. But what baffled Prime the most was when he saw Caden’s own body glowing, his markings illuminating the dark as his eyes were burning more than pure white.

The symbol of the Hamato clan hovering behind him like a shield ready to deploy.

“NO!”

The sound of his voice sent a shockwave of mystic energy, Prime screaming as his own larger body was flung back. Before Prime could even register what was going on, he was forced out of Caden's head, yelling in pain as though it felt like someone stabbed his skull.

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Caden who was still entangled in the organic goo gasps sharply when he felt Prime rip himself away and out of Caden’s mind.

His armored claw accidentally flung out and cut down the organic goo that held Caden hostage.

The young turtle grunted on impact when he collided with the floor. Sweating as he watched with dizzy eyes, Prime’s hands clutching over his head, looking like he was experiencing severely loud noises that he was trying to block out.

Caden looked around, noticing the katana’s he crawled his way over and picked them up. But that was all he could do, whimpering when he felt his body give up once more, but to his surprise he felt like someone was taking over him. Possessing him.

”I’ll take it from here, kid.” Leo spoke to him before guiding Caden to relax in his mindscape that they shared. Let him rest.

Leo upon taking control almost doubled over from the pain and dizzying sensation that he felt from Caden’s body.

Almost curling over and vomiting up bile. But he managed and picked up his katana’s, groaning as he forced the legs that weren’t his to run and jump down, reaching the lower level of where his brothers were located.

They were injured but alive and awake as Raph was helping Donnie to his feet. “Guys! We gotta go!” Leo demanded, shocking the others. Mikey tilts his head, before gasping.

“Leo? You possessed Caden? Is he okay?!”

Leo glanced over to his youngest brother and bit his lip. “He’s resting at the moment in here.” He paused and gently tapped his finger to the head, “But we need to leave, cause I think I’m going to pass out soon.” He informed, the four recoiling when Prime roared.

“Do you think you can portal us out of here?” Raph asks only for Donnie to quickly deny such a request. “Caden can’t use Ninpo. We’ve already tried that before. And Leo couldn’t use his months ago.” He explains, ignoring the way Leo looked quite offended before he sighed.

“He’s…right. Plus, even if I could, I don’t think I have enough juice in me.”

“I’ll get us out!” Mikey assured, gently pushing Leo behind him as he stretched his hands out, a glow emitting from his body as an orange portal opened up ahead.

“Go, go, go!” Leo shouted, waving for his brothers to run in, they automatically listened as Leo jumped after them, landing on the other side, tumbling over and wincing a bit when his body hit the tiled ground of Donnie’s lab.

They made it…thank fuck.

Leo smiled tiredly, closing his eyes as he passed out.

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The beeps of machinery is what had Caden stirring awake, fluttering his eyes open exhaustively as he gazed around, taking in where he was.

The med bay. A private room as well.

He sighs, recalling the moments of what he remembered. Leo had room control over him, helping him to get out of harm's way.

He would have to thank him when Leo wakes up. He could see in the back of his mind Leo laying on the floor, using his scarf as a blanket and sleeping away soundlessly.

He should probably try and rest more…but he can’t. Perhaps because he had already been sleeping for awhile now, not 100% sure how long exactly but he had to guess it was at least a few hours right?

“You’re awake!” Mikey called out, making Caden flinch in surprise, glancing over to see the brothers piling inside the room, and rushing over to him. All asking questions if he was okay and how he was feeling.

Caden blankly watched them, at first he wanted to assure them, tell them he was okay. But then he recalled that the last memory he had was when Leo took over.

They must believe he was still Leo.

“Guys…guys!” He lightly snapped, catching their attention as he sighs and sunk further into the pillow behind him. “I’m not Leo.” He informs, voice mumbling but he hoped it was clear enough for them to hear.

“We know.”

Huh?

Caden widens his eyes, looking up at them as Raph grins politely, gently caressing the top of Caden’s head. “We know it’s you. And regardless we’re still going to ask if you’re all right.” He assures, watching how Caden opened and closed his mouth but couldn’t form a sentence.

“Yeah, you’re family after all.” Mikey added, leaning against the mattress as Caden stilled at the comment. They considered him family?

Donnie eyes him and sighs, “You’re even more of a dum-dum than Leo if you thought we didn’t actually consider you as a Hamato.” He gave a little cocky grin, especially when he saw Caden stare wide eyed at him of all people.

Don’t cry…don’t cry…

Caden told himself, but he couldn’t help but let the water works flow, looking away in embarrassment as he sniffled and used his hands to wipe away the falling tears.

In his mind he was also crying, standing in front of the podium that were the controls, having one arm across his eyes to hide his teary state.

He then felt a large, warm and gentle hand resting on his shoulder. Leo had woken up at some point, carefully walking over to not startle him before finally making himself known.

“You did good kid…you did good.”

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[mayordea]

MORGAN HEADCANON POST!!!

so i have posted my elaborate “the robins are separate entities and siblings” headcanons and i think i’ve said too many damn times that i wanna extend a similar headcanon post for morgan and now it is TIME!!

(im also a lot less nervous sharing this time teehee)

more info about the guys under the cut :]

morgan

the girl one

robin’s adopted daughter. parents died after grima goes bananas and robin decided to take her under his wing. i like to think robin held out a little longer than the rest of the shepherds once the apocalypse started so he was able to teach morgan what he knew. plus she self taught herself magic and tactics using his notes even when he’s dead

can be blunt, hates being the butt of the joke, but has a pretty dry and witty sense of humor. sometimes clashes with lucina’s inability to pick up on jokes

since she was a kid when grima goes bad, she is the oldest among the second gen. older than lucina by a few years perhaps

has a close sisterly relationship with lucina. she and lucina sort of reflect robin and chrom’s relationship in the group, with the exalted leader having a wise magic man by their side. given the situation in their family tree (though morgan is adopted, she is still lucina’s cousin) i’d refrain from defining it as anything romantic (besides i hc lucina to be aroace anyway. queerplatonic relationship, perchance)

since morgan was only able to cross paths with lucina and the rest of the second-gen shepherds through her adoption from robin, it is unlikely that she will meet lucina in the good future or at least have the same very close relationship with lucina since she’ll be raised by her bio parents. (one may argue that none of the second-gen shepherds will meet or form a close band without the backdrop of acopalyptic bonding in the good timeline, but the point is that morgan will live a significantly different upbringing if the grima threat is taken care of). lucina sometimes worries about this possibility, but morgan’s conviction to change the future for the better is stronger than this uncertainty. this conviction was also probably inspired by lucina’s drive to change fate

ngl this is all i have unfortunately 😭 but i do wanna work with her more, especially her relationship with lucina

marc

the boy one

chrom and reflect (girl robin)’s son from… a different future. he does not hail from the same doomed timeline as lucina and the rest of the kiddos. instead, he’s from a timeline where grima was vanquished with the falchion (keeping reflect/the vessel alive). he was born shortly after the war ended (though in actuality he’s born after chrom and friends leave smash bros but that’s a whole other can of worms)

the youngest of the future kids

due to his unawareness of the apocalyptic future and grima in general, he has a much more jovial attitude compared to the rest of the kids

brash and a bit of a jock

has a little bit of aptitude in magic from his mom, but he has no interest in actually touching a book

lucina (and the rest of the kids) were confused about this guy’s existence and why he was sent to the past but they embrace him as one of their own anyway (he still doesn’t really know what’s going on)

tbh i have even less going on with him, but i think exploring the silly sibling dynamic he’ll have with lucina should be fun in future projects

his design is kinda messy atm, i do not know if ill fully settle on the one here idk

OH and lastly: his mark of the exalt has not surfaced yet at his age, but i think it’ll appear on either the back of his right hand (like the defile brand) or on his upper back (jojo reference). or maybe even in his right eye like inigo (but that sorta feels like his thing so i don’t wanna rip it off lmao)

anyway that’s it!! i’m kinda pressed for time rn but i wanted to get this out before i forgot lmao!! will edit if needed ough