#how they're shrinking faster than he is

[grinchwrapsupreme]

It's been very interesting watching my father, who always moralized my health problems, age into a body he doesn't like

He'll be 63 next month and every time I see him he tells me he thinks he's getting "a bit of a gut" (he isn't), and last time we spoke he told me his ankles are swelling because he sits too much (and not, you know, because of the arthritis he has) and I would feel bad for him if I didn't have to sit through him telling me I have chronic back pain because I don't exercise enough in spite of the other back problem I have that is caused by exercising too much

It's just been fascinating to watch the gun get turned back on himself

[taifenggg]

hii I'm not exactly sure if your request is open, but nonetheless, I'm just going to drop it here. feel free to do or ignore it.

requesting for solomon, simeon, and satan hcs : they're currently out going to a bookstore with their s/o. y/n is a huge fan of reading and loves to take their time reading the contents of a book before buying. so imagine at that time, the guy spots them being lost in deep of reading, and he decided to sneak up behind them, only to discover their s/o is currently reading a steamy part of the book while smiling and blushing. make it NSFW or not is up to you. thank you and have a nice day! :)

Content Warning(s): NSFW duh, semi-public sex, mentions of exhibitionism but you don't actually do anything(Satan), spanking(Satan), probably ooc Simeon? idk

Character(s): GN!Reader, Solomon, Satan, Simeon

Authors Note(s): hehe hawhaw horny, anyways my first nsfw request! tysm for reading my guidelines <3.

MINORS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YO ASSES IM BEING FR, interact with my sfw stuff instead <33

Please keep in mind I'm still learning how to write smut so please bear with me LMAO

nsfw under the cut!

Reminder to abide by my guidelines for NSFW content tysm :]

Guidelines for NSFW Content [ ◇ ]

Solomon [🪄🤍]

Solomon adores your adorable reactions whenever he sees you reading a book that you're invested in. You're his adorable apprentice and lover after all! He finds many things to appreciate about you. From the way you squeal with excitement after getting to the part where the main character finally kisses their love interest after what feels like forever, or your little gasps as your eyes race across the page taking in an exciting battle scene, he loves it all.

Solomon could just spend all day watching you react over your favorite books and it strangely gives him a sense of satisfaction as he watches you gush over your favorite books to him.

Solomon isn't that surprised when he sees that you've reached the spicy part of the book you were reading, your reaction gives it all away. The two of you had decided to take an impromptu date to one of the newly opened bookstores by Ristorante Six. You had split from Solomon for a bit, opting to look over the numerous books they had in stock. One moment you were there and in the next, Solomon turned around, noticing that you had disappeared from his side. When he did find you, he discovered you sitting in a secluded corner, your eyes wide as you read the contents of a book. You didn't notice him as he walked up to you and leaned in close, a knowing smile on his face.

"Wow, you look awfully familiar, although it isn't like me to not recognize someone as good-looking as you," Solomon laughs softly, teasing you as he takes a seat next to you, draping an arm around your shoulder. Your face grows flushed as you angle your book away from him. "Hi handsome," you laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, feeling your face grow warm as you try to discreetly set the book to the side but you wince as you accidentally let go of it too early and it clatters against the floor.

Solomon stares at you a slight smile on his face before reaching over and picking up the book, faster than you can stop him. "Solomon give it back!" You reach over and grab his arm, but he opens it, his smile splitting wider on his face as he holds it above you preventing you from taking it away from him. "No, I don't think I will," he laughs more continuing to read the contents relishing in the way your face flushed even more.

"So..." he leans over you, a playful smile on his face as his hand starts trailing down to your waist where he squeezes it gently. "What should I do with you hm? Would you like me to reenact the very scene you were reading, my dear apprentice~?" His nose brushes against yours and you shrink back, your breath hitching in your throat as he cages you in against the chair. Your mouth feels dry and you clear your throat to speak up, "Don't-" You press a hand to his chest, halting his movements. You feel your face grow warm as you turn to the side, "We'll get caught."

Solomon stares down at you, laughing softly as he ruffles your hair. You pout at his actions, moving to grab his hand, but instead, Solomon interlaces his fingers with yours. "We'll only get caught if we make noise." His free hand moves upwards from your side, his fingers brushing against your collarbone and you squirm, your legs shaking slightly, from the anticipation of getting down and dirty or the thought of getting caught by some bystander passing by, you didn't know. You could feel a warmth pooling in your nether regions, and against your better judgment, you pulled him closer.

"Dammit...but you better make this up to me later for making me lose my page," you scowled. Solomon chuckles softly his bangs hanging over his eyes, "Oh trust me, I always keep up my end of a deal."

Satan [😾💚]

He enjoys his outings with you, especially when the two of you visit his favorite bookstore in the Devildom. There are vintage and rare tomes that you're unable to find anywhere else. They also host a variety of different books.

Satan himself fancies romance novels. He likes to envision himself and you as the main protagonists in each. Of course, he also indulges in the more risqué novels, and his face flushes at the thought of committing such acts with you.

So imagine his surprise when he finds you reading that type of novel. A grin splits open on his face and soon he finds himself pressing himself on you against the bookshelf. It wobbles and the numerous books threaten to cascade over the side onto the two of you. Satan doesn't miss the small gasp of surprise you make as you feel his body rocking against yours. His breath ghosts over the shell of your ear causing you to shudder underneath him and you feel your legs grow weak as he continues rutting against you.

"You feel so good~" Satan smirks as he rubs his hand along your ass before smacking it lightly causing you to jolt up, "Already so wet for me, are you so eager for this? Or perhaps you're enjoying the thrill of potentially being caught hm? Or would you rather like it if I took you against the window where everyone walking past can see you drooling from how good I'm going to make you feel?" You can't even utter a word, focused on the feeling of his fingers prodding at your hole.

"Satan please-" you whine softly, trying to keep your noise level down so you don't get caught by the other customers within the bookstore. Your grip on the bookshelf tightens as you try to keep your balance, some of the books have already fallen out and are strewn haphazardly over the floor. Normally, Satan would have let out a scandalized gasp and would have picked up every single one but in the situation the two of you were in at the moment, it seemed he couldn't bring himself to care. You bite your lip as you feel his erection rub up against your ass, trying to keep your moans under control.

"Do you feel that? That's what you do to me," he laughs softly, pressing his face into your neck, nipping lightly. This causes you to squirm more, inadvertently rubbing against him more, eliciting some breathy groans from Satan's end.

You can hear him muttering to himself and the sound of him fumbling with his belt as he flips you around so that you're face to face. "Why don't you take some responsibility and...help me out? Does that sound good to you?"

Simeon [🥞���]

Simeon loves his outings with you, especially when your dates with him are unhindered by the presence of the brothers who constantly crave and demand your attention. Simeon knows that you're immensely popular in the Devildom, not that he minds. But there are times when he prefers silence and just enjoying his time with you.

Simeon is not naive by any means. He's more than aware of the types of books that you read and look for whenever the two of you visit your favorite bookstore, not that he minds. After all, who is he to tell you what you can and can't read.

Today's date isn't any much different than what the two of you usually do when you plan a bookstore date. Have a nice dinner at Ristorante Six, walk around for a bit, then end the date by spending some time reading at your favorite bookstore. Seems nice right? Thankfully it doesn't seem too busy.

"Simeon-" you gasp out, fingers digging into his shoulders. "How naughty, reading this where anyone could just walk up behind you." Simeon teasingly scolds you. You bite your lip, averting your gaze from his. Simeon laughs, pressing his hand against your cheek, "You're adorable, do you know that?" You huff, feeling your face grow warm. "Well you can't blame me for being interested in reading that sort of thing, especially when my boyfriend is so hot. It's not that hard to envision it's us doing what the characters are doing.." you mumble, feeling your face grow warmer from embarrassment.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Simeon smiles softly, tilting your face so that you're looking at him, "These urges are completely normal, though I do wish you had told me sooner so I could have done this." You stare at him in confusion, until you watch him lean in more, the feeling of his lips pressing against yours. You groan softly in the kiss, arms pulling him in closer as you deepen it. Your tongue brushes against his bottom lip and you feel Simeon shiver against you. His hands rest against your hip occasionally dipping underneath the hem of your shirt but never further. When the two of you break off the kiss, you're both gasping for air and there's a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you.

You cling to him, pressing your cheek against the crook of his neck. You lean up, lips brushing his ear, your tempted to bite his earlobe bjt you hold off...for now. "Fuck...I need you so badly," you whine softly into his ear, feeling his figure stiffen against you. "Can't you feel how much I need you?" you smirk, taking one of his hands and pressing it down there. You bite back a moan, watching for his reaction. Simeon's eyes are closed, but you could sense his resolve wavering.

"Please~"

And that's all it takes for Simeon's last semblance of control to snap. He's tugging you out the door and back towards Purgatory Hall, his footsteps hurried.

To Masterlist [ ◇ ]

Guidelines for NSFW content [ ◇ ]

Back to Navigation [ ◇ ]

[mamawasatesttube]

Janet lives au my beloved, I love the difference in the Janet lives vs the Jack lives au :)

Happy holidays! :D

thanks, happy holidays to you too!!!

also aughgh right??? there is so much to ponder wrt janet our collective beloved janet... i think often about this. like. his issues with jack would both shrink and grow because on the one hand jack is no longer actively around to do shit to feed into tim's many complexes. on the other hand, he now has jack up on the Perfect Dad pedestal in his mind because he's dead. can't criticize your dead dad that's fucked up and horrible. right?

and on the other hand. man. so lets posit he has a better relationship with janet than he would with jack (because janet is a better parent than jack, and let's be real, that isn't really a high bar. but given jack's... everything, i just kinda really get the vibe that he left most of the actual parenting to janet). now at first you'd think this is solely a good thing! ...but can you imagine how much more agonized tim is about having to lie to his beloved mommy???? all the time??? he's even more torn between The Mission and his filial piety this time around!!! augh!!!

like all those times jack didnt notice tim hiding bruises with makeup ? if janet's around it is sooo possible that tim steals HER makeup for this specifically at least once and She. Notices. deeply possible that she puts together "tim showing up with mysterious injuries he keeps trying to hide and also lying to me about it" with "tim getting closer with dick grayson and bruce wayne while i was away" and deduces that she doesn't know WHAT they've gotten her little baby boy into, but she IS going to kill those guys. tim keeps insisting that they're very nice to him but that really isn't helping anything. but just the entire concept of janet actually paying attention to tim's injuries - noticing if he steals her makeup!!! - or paying attention to things like. *checks notes* one of his classmates being SHOT DEAD at their SCHOOL ???? hey jack how did you not even check on him once after this. whats wrong with you. i just wanna talk jack

so i think she'd find out tim's robin way faster than jack. he probably would agonize about wanting her to know but The Mission and the need for secrecy, etc. but notably, when she finds out, i don't think she'd force him to quit - she'd really really want him to, because this is so dangerous and he's her baby and she doesn't want him to get hurt!!! but if he pushed back and tried to explain his side of it, she'd actually be willing to at least hear him out (unlike jack).

but also. not to be predictable but. i think it would be really funny if at some point during this drama kon-el shows up on the front doorstep looking for robin, and eavesdrops just enough to understand that janet knows now. because. hear me out. this is how we once again arrive at tim walking into his own house and home and just balking because kon is at the kitchen table hanging out with his mother. mom why the heck are you giving superboy my oreos!!!!

(also, calling back a little to the concept of baby kon somehow befriending janet, but. very specific vision in my mind of "janet lives past identity crisis too au" where at some point baby kon mentions to tim in her earshot that hes never had a mom and wonders whats it like?? and she doesnt say anything but this strikes her to the heart. several years down the line when timkon are established at some point she's like conner sweetie i know a long time back you said you don't have a mother, and i understand that completely and don't mean to try and take any place in your life you don't want me in, but if you ever would like to have a mother-in-law… and tim is just like. MOM. ARE YOU TRYING TO PROPOSE TO KON FOR ME??? THIS IS SO CRINGE. UGH MOM STOP)

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

"You're staying here."

A/N: Spoilers for Prologue, Books 1-6, and certain events. Sorry! I've had this story in my drafts for so many months. I hope ya'll enjoy it and please let me know what you think.

EDIT: I accidentally posted this while in the middle of editing and decided to still work on it while it was posted XD

". . . What? Hang on--"

"Calm down, we just need you to be our in-between in case the beast gets to us. Having you up here means you can get to the Headmaster faster--"

"Wait, stop. Stop." Yuu squinted at Leona, incredulous. "You could have one of your dormmates do that. Your dorm is based on athletics, I'm pretty sure whoever he is could get to the Headmaster faster than me. Not to mention, I'm a Beast Tamer, I should be going with you guys!"

"You're also magicless." Leona was mercilessly blunt with that fact. The words reminded Yuu of all the jabs of random bullies throughout the schoolyear, and they gritted their teeth. Before they could argue back, Leona said, "I'm not saying that that makes you useless, but let's face it: you're not going to survive that oversized house cat unless you can put up a barrier or counter a spell."

"I probably wasn't meant to survive a lot of things since coming here, but look what happened--" Yuu spread their arms out--"I'm alive anyways."

"It's probably because you had one of us or Grim with you," Ace said. "Dealing with the ghosts at Ramshackle the first night and every other thing after that, Grim. Fighting the Phantom in the mines, the three of us. All of the Overblots, a group of us." He was counting off each instance with his fingers, clearly not sorry for making a case against Yuu. "I know you're not thrilled about being left out of something as big as this, but without Grim, you're not going to be able to do much, let alone protect yourself. We can't keep an eye on you either, so it's basically better if you stay here."

He didn't shrink away from the look of betrayal and anger on Yuu's face and stood still when they marched up to him. "Okay, first of all, when have I ever asked any of you to keep an eye on me? Yeah, never. And second in case you forgot, I've handled myself pretty damn well when it came to random magic crap. I literally can't count how many times I almost got burnt by fireballs, impaled by ice, and struck by lightning by people that can't aim, and there are a lot of them at this school. Yeah, Vargas's 'catch-up' lessons helped with my speed, but my point still stands."

They held up a hand, stopping Ace from rebutting. "And if you're going to bring up Grim probably throwing out spells with weird side effects, don't. I've suffered enough curses getting thrown at me and potions being snuck into my food to get used to weird effects."

"Wait, people have been doing those things?!" Kalim's eyes were wide in disbelief and shock. "Why?"

Yuu half-heartedly tossed their arms, palms turning upward, as a form of a shrug. "Probably because they're assholes and I'm an easy guinea pig. If we're being a little pessimistic, it's probably also because no one would miss me. Magicless nobody from another world and all that."

"That's a horrible thing to think about!" Kalim cried. The Ramshackle Prefect was a helpful person and tried avoiding trouble the best they could. Not to mention, they weren't in line for something major like a merchant business or a throne. How could anyone want to trouble Yuu? (And how could Yuu think no one would miss them?)

"No surprise they'd think that," Idia mumbled.

"Hate to break it to you, but even if you got potioned and cursed a lot, there's still going to be something you won't be able to handle," Ruggie said. "I get what you mean, though. I got cursed and potioned a bunch of times before I started working for Leona and still a little after. At some point, you're more annoyed than bothered by whatever happens to you."

There were times he saw his freshman self in Yuu. Struggling to understand the lessons, having to bear with a handful of cruel upperclassmen or fellow classmates, left to carry out a difficult task on their own... he sometimes may or may not have been at the right place at the right time to offer help--in exchange for a favor, of course.

"That still doesn't mean you should throw yourself into a fight without knowing what could happen to you," he added, almost scolding.

"I know, but I still helped with the Overblots, didn't I? I think that's enough proof that I can handle being in dangerous fights," Yuu said, crossing their arms. Their sleeve got pushed up and a healing scar on the back of their wrist was revealed, which caught multiple eyes.

Savanaclaw and the Leech Twins remembered the cry of fear and pain when the Octopus Phantom's tentacle snatched their arm, right after they had stepped out of the way of a funnel of water. Octavinelle and Kalim remembered Yuu being sent flying after the Genie Phantom shot a spell that created a force upon impact. They would have hit the wall like a rag doll if Azul didn't catch them with wind magic. The VDC group members remembered them on the ground, twitching sporadically as one of the Hag Phantom's regular sized apples innocently rolled away like it didn't poison them through touch. (Deuce panicked so hard he summoned a cauldron to crush it even though just stepping on the apple was all that was needed.) And who could forget Yuu yanking their arm out of a nest of thorny branches that had been summoned by the Dragon Phantom? They had scars from thorns that got particularly stuck.

After realizing they were staring, Yuu followed the gazes and put their hands in their pockets as casually as they could.

"If you're worried about us thinking less of you, I assure you we wouldn't," Azul said. "There's nothing about the offer that you should be worried about. Again, it's not because your magiclessness makes you less valuable. It's simply letting you avoid another troublesome fight."

He didn't turn on the charm; no smiles or overly fawning words. He was dead serious and it made Yuu uneasy. Why did he want them to take the offer? Although--and this uneased them much more--it was starting to feel like most of the boys were conspiring to keep them out of the fight.

"After everything you've gone through, you pretty much deserve this. Don't worry about Grim, either." Deuce pounded his chest. "We'll be sure to bring him back in one piece."

"I. . . appreciate. . ." Yuu gestured vaguely while also feeling that 'appreciate' was a strange thing to say. They didn't appreciate being pushed out of something important without being heard, and they weren't sure how to feel about the unexpected concern for their wellbeing, especially at a time like this. "I appreciate you guys wanting to give me a break, but I really am serious about coming with to save Grim."

They saw shoulders slumping and heard frustrated huffs. "Listen!" they yelled, starting to feel frustrated themself. "I almost lost Grim once! I need to be there to make sure I don't lose him again. I know you guys can do what I can't, I've seen you all fight before, and I know you all will be able to handle what's coming, but I can't stand being on the side again! So, like it or not, I'm coming with. And why do any of you care about me getting a few scratches or hits from magic, anyway? It's not like it hasn't happened before."

No one responded.

". . . Guys?"

Finally, Leona clicked his tongue. "So annoying. I told you all it would've been pointless to do this."

"What's going on?" Yuu scanned the faces around them, noticing how uneasy Jack and Riddle looked, how Ace and Deuce seemed to have something to say, how irritated or hesitant everyone else appeared. Malleus approached them and they immediately noticed his brows furrowed in concern. "Tsunotaro. . . ?"

"Two night ago, we all shared a prophetic vision, likely similar to what you have been experiencing as of late. All of us were gathered together battling the chimera form of Grim in the same area as the current one. He casted spells that were beyond his usual abilities, including one that made it hard to breathe. Somehow, in the blink of a moment, you ended up alone with him trying to get him to come to his senses."

Yuu held their breath as Malleus said, "But then he opened his mouth and lunged towards you, and the vision ended. Forgive us for not telling you sooner. It is difficult speaking of someone's prophesied death and we did not want you to lose your confidence."

Multiple eyes carefully watched Yuu process everything he said. Some wondered how this would affect their character (Malleus admired them for their courage, considering their circumstances, and Ace liked them for their gutsy and surprising moments; hopefully nothing would change).

Others hoped that Yuu would relent and let the group fight Grim without them (Rook was regretful of leaving Yuu behind, but someone as special as them needed to be kept safe; Riddle simply didn't want to lose a dear friend).

And others prepared to rebut Yuu if they were still stubborn about going (Leona was mentally groaning and Vil shared his sentiment; aside from the Freshman Squad's reputation for having hard-heads, the two understood how much Grim meant to Yuu).

The Ramshackle Prefect started to observe them in turn with an unreadable expression.

Then they scowled. "You all realize how fucked up it is to keep that a secret, right? I mean, shouldn't I be told I might be walking to my death? Or is it--I don't know. You all think I can't make my own decisions?"

"That's the thing, Yuu. You care a lot about the people around you, and when it comes to Grim, you'd do anything to keep him safe. Even if we told you about the vision, I'm willing to bet you'd try to convince us to let you come anyway," Ace said. "You're right, it was fucked up to keep the vision from you, but we can't let you be so careless about yourself, especially since it's basically confirmed you might die."

"That cat has no idea how lucky he is to have a patient and caring person like yourself," Sebek said. "It wouldn't do for him to learn it through severely injuring you."

"And actually, none of us would be able to stand it if you got hurt or worse and we had the opportunity to prevent it," Ortho said. "You've done a lot already. Just this once, we want to handle this without troubling you."

Yuu silently stared at their Squad, mouth agape.

"When we found out you had gone with Epel and Hunt to find S.T.Y.X.'s headquarters, we seriously thought wouldn't see you again," Deuce said. "You gave us a heart attack with what happened in Scarabia. What you did then was unbearable."

"I know it's pointless to think about, but I sometimes worry over what would have happened if I didn't get my Unique Magic in time," Epel said. "Seeing that vision of Grim pouncing on you, though. . . it's made it harder to sleep at night."

"Frankly, the headmaster could be more considerate of you," Jack said. "Having to take care of Grim and being a Prefect can't be easy. Not to mention, what was he thinking tasking you with stopping Azul?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the side. "On top of being a little reckless, it makes it hard to not want to pull you back from any trouble."

"So, whatever you tell us, we're not taking no for an answer," Ace concluded.

The anger they had towards everyone for their audacity to keep the vision a secret was dimmed a little (just a little) by their friends' worry for their well-being. At the same time, the worrying made their heart tremble and throat tighten. They closed their eyes and took a deep breath. "You know, this whole time I was expected to be a stone wall. I forgot what it felt like to be cared about."

"Huh?" multiple voices chorused.

"What do you mean by that?" Deuce asked.

"Well, I was pretty much thrown into a lion's den and expected to survive it. I wasn't given much sympathy either by nearly everyone I met, especially during the first month." (A few of the boys internally cringed, remembering the hurtful words he had said.) "There's also the fact that most of the school consists of pricks who are self-absorbed year-round. It's not very comforting to know that if something happens to me, there's a good chance no one's going to give me a hand, except if it's people I get along with or people who can benefit from my suffering."

"I don't blame you for wanting certain attitudes to change, but you know as well as I do that you'll encounter pricks and predators anyway beyond the school walls," Vil said but not without some sympathy.

"I do," they said bitterly. "Look, I get it. I shouldn't expect the world to hold my hand or offer me everything on a silver platter. But--god damn it, would it have killed anyone or even any of you guys to have some sympathy? To be a little more decent?”

"I was able to bear the atmosphere of NRC for a while, but at some point, it gets so fucking tiring. A student population that can't be a smidge nicer unless they're beaten up or more upfront about their actual intentions." They shook their head, then made a derisive sound. "That's why I'm having a hard time processing this. I'm sorry, but I can't wrap my head around the fact that you guys, who come from Night Raven College, are actually showing that you care."

The corner of their lip twitched upward, forming a broken smile. Concern was visible on everyone's faces.

"Yuu," Ace said, "are you okay?"

". . . No. I haven't been okay since coming here, or maybe I wasn't okay before coming here and it just got worse. I don't really know."

They turned their face to the side, but it was too late: everyone saw a tear slide down their cheek. Except for Grim and the rest of the First Year Squad, no one ever saw the Ramshackle Prefect cry. It strangely made everyone concerned, and some reached out a hand.

"Yuu..."

"Prefect..."

They raised a fist to their face, as though it could stop the tears before they could spill. They took a slow, deep breath to calm themself, but they never let that breath go in fear a sob would escape.

"Yuu." A hand gently touched their shoulder. "It's all right."

They shoved the person away. They couldn't see who it was from the torrent of tears that suddenly spilled and blinded their sight. "It's not!"

"I was starting to believe people when they said I wouldn't be anything! They told me I was useless and dumb and a nobody. They told me I should've stayed a janitor because I couldn't do anything right. They'd try to beat me up for some etiquette I didn't know or for some stupid reason."

Insulting Yuu's parents and them. . .

Riddle noticed Trey setting aside a big cookie during preparations for the Unbirthday Party. It was for Yuu. Earlier that day, someone or some people had stolen their bag and stuffed it with crumpled paper and empty food wrappers. Their notebooks--thankfully still in tact--had been tossed haphazardly around the school and led to the field where the bag was left. Trey found all this out when Ace and Deuce returned to Heartslabyul dorm scowling. The Unbirthday Party went on as usual, and Yuu seemed cheered up by the cookie and receiving the honors of petting a hedgehog. Much, much later, Riddle caught a bully red-handed and dished out the consequences for breaking Rule #53: You must replace anything you steal. Sadly, it didn't deter other bullies from stealing Yuu's bag, but Riddle still punished whoever he could for breaking an important rule and troubling someone so undeserving.

Threatening to take a tooth. . .

Leona overheard a conversation while napping in the botanical garden. In between sleep and waking, he initially thought he was dreaming the times he overheard the servants whispering disapprovingly about him. What made him wake up was hearing plots to get Yuu kicked out. He couldn't be bothered to care what ridiculous crap the herbivores in the other dorms or his juniors in Savanaclaw got caught up in, but this was something different. Joke or not, someone had to step in before either party gets kicked out--and that's what he did, telling the students off for planning something ridiculous and highly risky (and glaring harshly when he recognized some of the students as members of the Magift Club). After the students scrammed, he settled back down to sleep and his mind wandered to Yuu. He felt a little deja vu when he thought how they needed a tutor to keep themself from failing (and Grim too even though that fur ball could pay to be less annoying). It would dig into his rest time, but he had an idea for what Yuu could do to make up for that. Say, help a certain hyena finish his given tasks quicker.

"It feels like I'm only here for people to use or take from. I keep wondering why it always happens. Is there something wrong with me? Was there some invisible sign telling people I was a tool that didn't need repairs? Was I cheap labor because I'm on the bottom of some hierarchy?"

Taking Ramshackle Dorm away. . .

Once, Azul came across a group of students playing 'keep away' with Yuu and their lunch box. For a moment, he was reminded of his child self, trying to get back a seashell from a couple of bullies who were tossing it to each other over his head and taunting his slowness. He snapped out of his memories when Ace, Deuce, and Grim entered the scene, magic ablazed and yelling. It wouldn't be the first time he would see this happen: anytime anyone picked on Yuu while using magic, their friends would come to their aid. (If Azul had to be honest, he envied the Ramshackle Prefect for having people like the First Year Squad look out for them.) But then, some time after his Overblot, he came across a couple of students on brooms waving Yuu's homework from their perch. The sight particularly irked him, but before he could step in, one of the bullies lost his grip and a couple of papers got blown away. The rest of the homework got lost when he and his accomplice tried grabbing the sheets. It all drifted onto the wet grass below or sailed over the trees, and the bullies, suddenly remembering they had something more important to do, left Yuu scrambling to salvage what they could. Azul wouldn't forget the Prefect's face when they asked, defeated, what he wanted in exchange for helping them with the missing papers. He neither wouldn't forget their face when they asked how he had been able to deal with being picked on so much. For once, he didn't feel the urge to strike a deal.

Using them for a plan. . .

When the high of partying in the desert died down, all Jamil could think about was how he would tell his family that he Overblotted and why. It churned his stomach picturing their horrified faces, and it was made worse when he wondered what the Al-Asim family would do if they heard that their heir had been caught in a dangerous situation by none other than the loyal best friend. What would happen to him and his family then? Amidst the inner turmoil, the Ramshackle Prefect and Grim were far from his mind until he and Kalim found them practicing for the VDC tryouts. A proper apology was due, but he didn't have one prepared. It didn't seem to matter to the two, though, as they acted like nothing happened. As though he didn't force them to "solve" another dorm problem right after Grim expressed not wanting to. When Vil Overblotted, he saw Grim rearing to fight while voicing how troublesome it was to deal with yet another Overblot. His eyes slid over to Yuu. . . and it was crystal clear they didn't want to deal with anything anymore. They stared at Vil's cackling, levitating figure with despair, eyes telling of exhaustion and mouth tugging into a grimace, a sign of reluctant acceptance. He tried to protect them when he could from poisonous spells--emphasis on tried, since he still had Kalim to keep safe--and afterwards, offered leftover food whenever Scarabia had parties.

"Was an Overblot all it took for people to see me differently? I can't control how other people act, only how I respond. All I can do is take things easy and forgive, but I don't know if I can keep doing it. It's just. . ."

Their voice trembled. "So hard to keep going when it seems like barely anyone wants to consider you."

Word spread fast around Night Raven College and it wasn't long before Vil recognized that Yuu was in a challenging position: they lived in a literal ramshackle dorm, had to live on a small budget, and were entirely new to this world. He had to hand it to them, they possessed quite the will and backbone. After all they experienced, he counted himself lucky that they warmed up to him rather quickly--which was why he noticed how tensely quiet they became the night after their friends snuck a bite of unknowingly cursed dessert. When asked, they told him bluntly that it was painful seeing food used like that. They were struggling to pay off lunch debts and it was made much worse when already broken windows broke a little more or parts of the roof had to be patched up after a short downpour. Vil could see a little hunger in their eyes as they talked of instances where they had to decide between repairs and eating dinner that night, even the next two nights. He didn't know about their struggles in the first place, but he nonetheless felt terrible about what he did and deeply apologized. For the rest of the VDC training camp, he ignored any footsteps that came from the Prefect's bedroom and headed downstairs, even as they made the floorboard creak loudly.

Idia sometimes thought about how the Prefect looked when they thanked him for listening to their rambles of all the anime they watched back on Earth. The two of them were sitting in Ramshackle Dorm's lounge, waiting for the next level of the game to finish loading, when he glanced over. Serene and distant, like they had recounted a fond memory. He thought back to all the isekai manga, anime, and video games he consumed. Some protagonists seemed pretty eager to be in another world, others were immediately wishing to go back home, but those who expressed homesickness did it in a cool way, like staring at a moon while sitting next to a best friend (he did remember reading fanfiction where it was more emotional, though.) None had a protagonist talk about something as mundane as the shows they loved to watch, let alone a protagonist who would talk to someone awkward like him. Didn't Yuu have their squad for these sort of heart to heart things? But they insisted that he was the guy they wanted to talk to; according to them, he was the most similar to the friends they rambled to about anime and would very likely 'get' what they would be talking about. Idia was simultaneously flattered and frightened: flattered because his expertise in the media was recognized and frightened because he was in a position reserved for those with high relationship levels. In fact, he panicked when Yuu suddenly got teary-eyed. The saving grace was the next level finishing loading and the characters getting thrown into chaos. The next time he came to Ramshackle Dorm, he brought with him some anime he thought Yuu would appreciate.

"And that's the thing. I don't understand how people forget there's more to a person than whether they have magic. There were times I wished no one had magic so they'd just shut up and stop acting like they're better than me or anyone else. It's like having magic is an excuse to be an ass."

Yuu sometimes joined Malleus on his nighttime strolls. Most nights they would be sound asleep, which was why he treasured the times they were awake enough to walk with him. The two talked about anything that came to mind: gargoyles, schoolwork, differences between Earth and Twisted Wonderland. Then one night, Yuu casually mentioned that many of the students were rather. . . unwelcoming. "Some of them act like I don't exist, but it's better than getting my homework stolen and thrown to the wind." He was surprised, but not unfamiliar with bullying from Lilia's recollection of cruel humans and various history lessons. He asked why. They shrugged, answering, "Probably because I'm low on the hierarchy. I don't have basic knowledge on magic on top of being magicless." When he said it still didn't warrant such behavior, they smiled sadly and replied, "Well, that's how it goes when you got something another person doesn't, and that other person just so happens to not really fit in a certain place." Later, Malleus was distraught to hear from Lilia that some of the students who were unkind to Yuu were of Diasomnia. The dorm was founded on the elegance of the Thorn Witch, surely the students would act with decor. But Lilia told him not to worry, he had a word with those students on being more open. But Malleus still wondered if there was something he could do. It turns out the answer was simple (even though it took place after his Overblot): hang out with Yuu during the daytime. They were a fellow student, were they not? So why should they be treated any different?

"Sometimes, I wonder if anything would change if I Overblotted. Would anyone wonder then why it happened and be nicer? Or. . ." Yuu let out a bitter scoff. "Would nothing change and people just see me more as an alien freak?"

They scrubbed the tears in their eyes. "Maybe I'm just a dumb ass and my Phantom would just eat me. It's not like I have anything else to offer it. God, what am I doing?"

The weight of what they had spilled for the past couple of minutes started crashing down like a crumbling shelf. They didn't want to see what the others' reactions were and continued to wipe their eyes with their hands and sleeves, even if there wasn't much to wipe. Their mind cycled through anything they could say to escape such an embarrassing situation. So sorry, I didn't know where it came from. Let's go back to arguing why I can't come with you guys to save my cat. He has been nothing but a pain in the ass, I should know, but he's become nicer and been my primary protector. He keeps insisting he'd protect me because he's the boss and I'm his henchman, and it's so endearing sometimes. And he's comforted me when I become so sick and just need someone to hold me--

"How long has this been going on for?" It was a gentle question. Yuu lowered their hand and found Ace and Deuce standing before them, the worry on their faces making their heart clench.

"A long time."

"Why didn't you say anything? We could have done something, you know," Deuce said.

Yuu shook their head. "This school runs on sink or swim. 'Losers don't have the right to complain.' And did you guys forget that we're freshmen? What can you guys do against the whole school? I actually talked about this with the school counselor and all he could do was apologize and tell me he'll put in a note for the headmaster."

Yuu almost laughed at the faces Ace and Deuce made. "I'm pretty sure I'm his first case for something like this."

"Still, you shouldn't just take everything lying down," Deuce said.

"I don't want to anymore, but I'm so tired of fighting. At what point can I stop?"

Yuu was once again seen under a new light. The viewpoint was different for each boy: from magicless outlier to honorary dorm member, notorious problem solver to exhausted errand runner, doe-eyed student to determined but kind mastermind, just to name a few. Yuu had laid bare wounds previously covered up by uniform sleeves, things they couldn't talk about or didn't feel comfortable sharing because otherwise they'd go against the school norm and grab negative attention to themself. Their closest friends knew of these wounds; others caught glimpses of certain parts. With the revelation, they all shared a similar viewpoint: an ordinary person so far from home, dropped into a magical, chaotic world and more vulnerable than what anyone realized. More exhausted and heavily scarred than what anyone realized.

"When Leona told me to stay here, I thought all along you guys didn't think of me as someone who could stand beside you and that everything had just been you all tolerating me." Yuu's voice dropped to a whisper. "That had hurt me more than any of you could know."

". . . Anyone who thinks you're undeserving of your position knows absolutely nothing," Riddle said. "Not counting your grades, you've proven yourself enough to have a place in this school."

Yuu gave Riddle a wobbly smile and he found himself feeling a little bashful. "Thanks, Riddle."

The smile suddenly became strained and they looked away. "I'm sorry. I know I said I took things easy and forgave, but--" they grimaced--"I can't bring myself to let go of some things you and the others did."

A/N: This accidentally became a two parter

EDIT: I forgot to add the link to part 2. Here it is

[username8746489]

Fight scene scenario focusing on Sylvie, specifically his reaction to getting injured in front of others

(Cw: Mild gore)

(Fic under cut; wordcount: 794)

Sylvie stayed near the back of the fight, sending Counting Sheep out to support his allies wherever he could. Not for the first time, he scowled to himself. His epithet wasn't really suited for close combat once his opponents knew what it was. Meaning that he was completely relegated to the sidelines.

Although, it wasn't as if he had nothing to do. The trio of twelve year olds cowering behind him definitely gave him incentive to stay here instead of rushing in with Dream Big.

"It's an important job," Percy had instructed him before, "We need you to make sure they stay safe. They're only children, after all."

Ordinarily, he would've been upset at such a minor role in the fight, but he understood and went along with it easily. Maybe because she had deliberately separated him from them when describing the trio as children.

"Augh!"

Sylvie's eyes immediately glanced over to where Percy was cradling her wrist, sword having been kicked into the air by her opponent.

With a grin, they grabbed the hilt, running their finger along the edge of the blade, "Let's see…"

Sylvie flinched as their head snapped towards them, smile growing ever wider on their face.

"The children would be the biggest loss, wouldn't they?"

The Neo Trio screamed as they sprinted forward, fast, much faster than they had been moving this entire fight. Were they holding back?

Sylvie hadn't even registered that he had pushed the girls away until they were upon him, plunging the sword into his side. He grunted, kicking them away and waving a hand to send a sheep gnawing at their legs. They only laughed, withdrawing their weapon with a twirl to swing at the summon, splattering it into dust with a small amount of blood trailing behind its arc. There wasn't any time for another counterattack before Indus was slamming into their side like a battering ram, forcing them far, far away from the kids yet again.

He held a hand on his wound, catching his breath. His body was starting to slump, but he forced himself upright. The world felt so much quieter than it was supposed to be.

"…vie! Sy..ie! Oh my god! Are you okay?!"

He blinked a couple times, looking down at where Molly was gripping onto his sleeve. There was a giant bubble around them. He hadn't noticed she had summoned it.

"I- I tried to dumb down the damage but- You still got hurt- I'm sorry- I- I should've-"

Sylvie wiped the blood off on his coat before placing a hand on the girl's shoulders, "Don't worry, I'm fine-"

"You're not fine!" She exclaimed, tears welling up in her button eyes, "That was a real ass goddamn sword! I- Let me-" Molly held her hands up towards the wound, green epithet bubble shrinking to numb down his pain.

He shoved her away, averting his gaze before he could catch a glimpse of her own shocked expression. "Save your stamina," Sylvie said after a brief moment, "You don't need to waste it on me."

"It's not wasting it!" Molly shouted, "You're my friend, of course I want to help-"

"Well, maybe I don't need your help," Sylvie snapped, taking a step back and crossing his arms.

Molly stared at him, eye twitching, "This is NOT the time for your lone wolf act, Sylvie!"

"Excuse me?!"

"WOAH, KID!" Giovanni Potage rushed into the scene with all of his usual tact (that is to say, none). "Jeez, that was a bad injury! Here." He held out a hand, soup forming into a sphere in his palm. "Open up!"

"I said I don't need it!" Sylvie slapped his hand back, the liquid falling and splattering against the floor. Giovanni just looked at him. Not with the usual annoyance, but more… concern.

He didn't like it. He didn't need their concern. Since when has anyone ever been concerned about him?!

"Go back to the fight," Sylvie spit out, stumbling away. "I'll be-" His own sentence was quickly contradicted by how his legs collapsed from under him, blood loss catching up to him.

"Sylvie!" Molly and Giovanni rushed over.

"Shut up," Sylvie hissed, voice drowned out by the beating of his own heart reverberating in his ears. "Shut up- I don't-" He curled further into himself, breathing picking up in pace until he could barely take in air.

The pain in his side felt like nothing compared to how they were hovering above him, staring down with eyes of pity- Stop it, stop it, stop it!

"Don't look at me," He whispered, pressing his hand further into his injury as if it would disguise the way the blood was soaking into the white of his coat, displaying his weakness for everyone to see.

[seraphicsage]

can you do headcannons of blitz and a reader who has c-ptsd? like him accidentally triggering them, and then the reader tells him (or not) about what happened, then him trying his best to comfort whenever another trigger happens or sees them in distress? or smth like that (i have c-ptsd and it’s been a rough week lmao)

a/n Hey lovely! hope that this is good!! sorry you've had a tough week babes, and I hope that this makes it feel a little better!! I used my experience with c-ptsd and how easy it is to get triggered and spiral from the slightest change in other peoples behaviours so I hope it resonates with you... or I hope it doesn't because it's not nice... you know what i mean...

He doesn't even have a fucking client to kill for and he's still at work. I've asked Loona and she said that they haven't had a new client all week. Jesus if he didn't want to spend time with me he should have just said so, I can take it! But why doesn't he? He normally seems to like it. Did I do something? Okay calm down. There's no reason to panic right?! Let's just... make him some lunch and take it in for him and I'm sure he'll explain everything then and it'll be fine!

I desperately try to keep telling myself it'll be fine as I walk into IMP with 2 packed lunches in hand. I drop one of them off on Loona's desk where she's on her phone and she looks up and gives me a small smile, thanking me before she looks back at her phone. Okay so nothing weird there, Loona would know if something was wrong so everything must be fine right?

I lightly tap on the door with a warning and let myself in, trying to smile brightly and walk to the desk. He doesn't even glance up at me. "H-hey Blitzø, I brought lunch!" I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, which isn't much. He makes a slight grunting noise in acknowledgement and doesn't stop working.

Oh god. I've messed it all up. I don't know what I did but I must have done something. I feel tears filling my eyes as I stand over his desk. Shit. I quickly rush out of the room, shutting the door gently behind me and avoiding making eye contact with Loona as I sniff and wipe my eyes. I feel Loona look at me but I practically run out of the room and the building, heading straight home.

By the time I get there I can barely breathe and I'm heaving in the smallest amounts in the hopes of getting something in. My eyes search the room and I find the smallest corner that I could fit myself into a rush towards it, squeezing myself in and bringing my knees up to bury myself into them.

Now the tears are streaming down my face faster than I can breathe and I want to die and I can't breathe and why can't I fucking breathe? I've started to feel light headed and I don't know how long I've been sat here for but I know that I'm taking up too much space and I need to shrink. My arms tighten around my knees and I pull myself into an impossibly smaller ball and fucking hell it isn't enough. I barely know where I am. Am I 5 years old hiding in my room after being shouted at? Am I 9 years old crying because everyone in my house keeps ignoring me and why does no one ever want me around? Am I 21 with my boyfriend telling me just how stupid and pathetic I am? Am I 23 with my next boyfriend telling me that I'm making shit up just to make myself the victim? I don't know. I can't tell anymore. It's like every moment of my life is happening at once and at the same time my mind is empty and numb and hollow.

Somewhere in the distance I hear a door open but I can't register it over the fog of my mind and the ringing in my ears. Hands touch me and I flinch, pulling away hard. It must just be another part of my mind. But then, I don't know when anyone's touch has felt so gentle. I can hear them talking. Some part of me feels safe at the sound of their voice, and while my head is screaming at me to run and hide, I try to focus on their voice, on what they're saying. To focus on where they're touching me.

The tears slow and I can breathe again and I realise where I am. And more specifically who is holding me so sweetly. I feel his tail wrapped tight around one of my legs, and his arms holding me against his chest. When did he start holding me like this? I didn't even feel him move me around.

“Shh shh it’s okay, it’s just me.” I hear him whisper among a series of sweet sentiments as he tries to reassure me. I look up at him, barely registering how awful I must look, and meet his eyes. He looks so scared, but at the same time I’ve never seen him this soft. “Here there, you’re back!” His voice has turned nervous now as he looks away and scratches the back of his head.

“I- um-” I sniff, "Oh god Blitz you must think I'm so fucking pathetic I'm so fucking sorry." The fear starts to set in again, knowing how this goes every single time. Why was he even here? But now he just looks confused.

"Sorry?! Why are you sorry?? I mean I don't really fucking understand what's going on but I don't think you're pathetic babe. Know who's pathetic? Moxxie. And you are no Moxxie." He looks both serious and distracted at the same time, clearly thinking about Mox for a moment before bringing his attention back to me. “W-what is going on?” He stumbles on his words as he asks and even though it terrifies me to bare my soul to him, I can see the concern on his face and I can’t keep it in.

Next thing I know I’m talking way more than I had planned. Spilling my entire life to him. And he listens. Somehow he doesn’t even interrupt, and Blitzø is the king of interrupting. But he stays quiet, and I can see that he’s absorbing every word.

He holds me for the rest of the night, reassuring me that he’s not going anywhere, apologising for brushing me off and explaining he was trying to come up with an idea for advertisement of the business. I feel exhausted after my breakdown but I force my eyes to stay open as long as possible until I fall asleep, comfortably surrounded by his entire body.

[terrence-silver]

terry and john with a beloved they've known since they were fresh out the war. the 80s roll along and beloved is met with two people they can hardly recognise and they hate what they've become. how would terry and john react? what would they do if beloved tried to leave?

---

John Kreese?

John would understand and fully predict this, because I think he's a man with the type of mindset where he believes that serving in a war sets him apart from other people by default. He feels he's meant to be a lone wolf due to it. That there will be people who hate him for being a veteran and that they're idiots and sniveling weaklings for doing so. Flat out. That's the price you pay for defending your country; you can't ever go back to what you used to be and you shouldn't be able to go back. That fighting in Vietnam is an unique sort of lifelong brotherhood --- the type of thing you had to be there for in order to comprehend it and that he'll never exactly be one with the civilians ever again because of it; maybe for the better. That it was inevitable he'd change the minute he hopped unto that army bus. He knew what he signed up for. He doesn't shrink that responsibility.

He feels superior, in a sense, yet he's a cynical realist in other ways.

If he had an old beloved friend or sweetheart that doesn't recognize him or even like him years after he's returned home, the surprise isn't that big for him and chances are, if he avoided them, he avoided them, partially, on purpose, believing there isn't that much point maintaining contact in spite of his feelings precisely because he's so changed and the disconnect, in his opinion, would be far too great and beloved should go and form circles and make a life with those more similar to themselves. To each their own. This doll ain't a Cobra. Shouldn't be hanging around Cobras. He might even bluntly tell them this if they press him on reasons why he's been so callous and if they prove to be relentless, he'll intentionally gaslight them to make them seem like the irrational one. He ain't above tactically insulting them to hurt their feelings enough to get them to leave. Anything to get them away from himself. They hate what he's become? For their own sake, they should distance themselves.

But, it's not himself John worries about. It's probably Terry.

Terry who wouldn't understand that beloved might not like what he's become.

Why?

Because Terry feels and knows he's much improved.

He's stronger, faster, better, smarter and richer than ever before!

And because, oh --- Terry's changed after the war. Like, genuinely changed. You could fairly easily recognize a post-war John and a pre-war John if you put them side by side, but Terry after Vietnam and before it are literally two different people and John Kreese might just warn beloved off precisely for this reason too, among a line up of many others, because he understands why Terry's the way Terry is, but beloved wouldn't. John knows why Terry's mannerisms are so changed. Why he adopted new speech patterns. What's the story behind that ponytail. He knows it all. Having been Terry's Captain in Vietnam, he might feel, in a weird way, responsible for him. To beloved, it all might seem scary, baffling, confusing, bizarre and something out of a horror story. Furthermore, John also knows that Terry isn't likely to let beloved go if their paths ever cross again, and chances are, he's never forgotten them either and has actively looked for them --- a search that doesn't last long at all, with his tenacity, connections and wealth at play. Once he finds them though, of course he's baffled beloved doesn't like what he's become. Unlike John, of course it takes him by surprise they want to run. Of course he's almost offended that they don't want to immediately move in with him, go for drinks, a vacation, and a dip in the jacuzzi to reminisce about the good, old days. But, no matter. Somehow, even beloved's distaste gets Terry going. In an odd way, it rouses him. He likes it. They've always belonged to him and John. Everything about them did. Their virtues. Their flaws. Every their hatred.

Now that the war is long since over?

Terry figures it's time to collect what was always theirs.

And by god, does John ever get dragged into it by a very vehement and stubborn Terry and starts, at first, begrudgingly participating in the hunt, initially, to make sure Terry doesn't go too far with you and that you don't get hurt, but eventually, him playing the sidelined referee and spectator Terry is 'putting up a show for' is a short lived thrill and he more than willingly begins relishing in hunting you down just as much as Terry does.

Turns out, there's no escaping these two.

Whoops.

[allzelemonz]

Finding and Feeling (1.1): The Cold

Pairing Type: M/M Rating: M/Violence, language Warnings: Cannon event, swearing, kidnapping, rough handling, threats of violence Summary: Kieran Duffy is captured by the Van der Linde gang, meeting Bill Williamson for the first time. Other Chapters

The wind hits against his face. Kieran spurs his horse forward in a hurry, not even completely sure who’s chasing him. Being chased is something he generally tries to avoid. He can hear the hoofbeats behind him, muffled by snow. His ears throb, his blood turning warm, and for a moment he thinks he’s gotten away.

Then a tight feeling fixes around his chest.

Kieran yells as he’s pulled back, his horse racing out from under him. He hits the ground, cold and wet seeping into his coat as he starts to panic.

Not good, not good, not good. 

He can hear the man approach, heavy footfalls stopping right next to him. “Don’t hurt me!” He cries, desperation taking over.

The man kneels down, pulling tight at the rope around Kieran and binding his limbs. “You’re comin’ with me.”

Kieran’s head races, trying to come up with some plea. “You got me mixed up with someone else.”

The man ignores him, hoisting him up on his shoulder. Kieran squirms a little, testing the binds, but he stills when he feels just how easily the man lifts him onto his horse. He’s too strong, Kieran’s heart falls. The horse beneath him is sturdy, not bothered much by the weight of two men. Movement jostles him, making his heart beat faster and tears start to sting against frozen air.

“What's your name, boy?” The man asks

Kieran panics, his name escaping him. “I don't know!”

The man nearly laughs. “You don't know your name?”

“It's Kieran.” He says, not wanting to get into more trouble than he already is.

“Kieran what?”

“Duffy. Kieran Duffy.”

Kieran pictures the man smirking. “Well, I ain't gonna lie to ya... this is a real bad day for you, Kieran Duffy.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere you ain't gonna like.”

Kieran panics slightly. “Why? What are you gonna do ta me?”

“Something you ain't gonna like.” The man says, his tone making Kieran’s stomach twist. “So I'd advise you to save your breath for screaming.”

“No, please!” Kieran begs, quiet tears taking over.

As the ride continues, making Kieran’s stomach twist and likely bruise, he grows desperate. He begs a few times, his voice shakes and his limbs tremble over the shivers.

“You better shut your mouth, you little shit, or I will shut it for you.”

Kieran is quiet for a bit after that, his head burning with a need to plead for his life or reason. “I've only been running with them a couple of months. I don't know nothing real about them, honest!”

“Are you trying to test me, is that it?” The man turns hostile. “Because I will break every bone in your body.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry... okay?” Kieran cries.

“Not one more goddamn word, am I clear?”

Kieran nods uselessly. “Okay, okay!”

“That's two bones, right there.” The man says harshly.

Kieran whimpers to himself, shrinking against the horse. He’s really done it now. Even if he got mercy from his captor, Colm wasn’t too happy with him when they left camp. His cheek still stings a little. Either way, captured or free, he’s doomed. Rock and a hard place.

“Here we are, you sack of shit. Let's introduce you to the boys.” The man says, his horse slowing pace.

Once again, Kieran is slung over the man’s shoulder as if he weighs nothing. “Don't hurt me, please.”

“Oh, don't worry, they're real nice.”

Kieran has a feeling that’s a bald faced lie. Noises fill his ears, replacing the sound of his beating heart. A door opens, footfalls in the snow.

“You found the little shit, did you?” A voice asks.

“Yep…” The man grunts, throwing Kieran on the ground. “I got him.”

“Very good.”

His bindings are roughly cut and Kieran is hauled to his feet. The man he faces is one he recognizes from stories and wanted posters. He’s in deeper shit than he thought.

“Welcome to your new home…” Dutch says sarcastically. “Hope you're real happy here.”

“Want me to make him talk?” His captor asks, holding his arms behind him tightly.

“Oh no, now all we'll get is lies.” Dutch narrows his eyes before glancing at two men in the distance. “Uncle. Mr. Williamson. Tie this maggot up someplace safe. We get him hungry first.”

Kieran feels new hands grabbing him, one pair much stronger than the other, but both holding him steady.

Dutch takes a step forward, making Kieran want to step back. “I got a saying, my friend…” He smiles. “We shoot fellers as need shooting, save fellers as need saving, and feed 'em as need feeding. We're gonna find out what you need.”

Kieran feels his body fill with shivers unrelated to the cold. He desperately hopes he’s in need of saving.

“I can't believe it.” Dutch chuckles. “An O'Driscoll in my camp.”

Kieran’s heart sinks as he’s dragged away. “No, I ain't an O'Driscoll, mister.” He pleads. “I hate that feller!”

The two men dragging him pull harshly, kicking open two large doors and yanking him inside. Kieran’s nose fills with the familiar scent of horses and he’s comforted for just a moment. There’s several of them in the stables. All kinds, all colors, each and every one of them is so beautiful and-

“Fetch us some rope, Uncle.” The bigger man mutters, taking both of Kieran’s arms.

The older man, Uncle, walks over to the wall, grabbing some rope. He loops it around a post as Kieran is walked over to it. The two men tie him as Kieran starts to regain his senses, no longer comforted by the presence of the horses.

“Please-“

He doesn’t get much of his plea out before a large hand tugs his hair and makes him yelp from the sting. A strong hand has a tight grip and the man in front of him stares down at him. Kieran shrinks down, only letting the man tower further.

“Keep yer mouth shut, boy.”

“Aw, leave the young feller alone, Bill.” Uncle chuckles as he mimics Kieran’s cowering. “He’s startin’ ta temble.”

The large man, Bill, releases Kieran’s hair. He stares for a moment, his face red from the chill wind, then he stumbles away. Uncle follows after him, starting to ask about having a drink before the stable doors close and leave Kieran alone in the dark.

[kanerallels]

apparently there’s a three sentence fic ask game? idk but I do have an ask—Kanera school au where they’re actually teenagers instead of adults (that’s literally all I see when I try to find modern aus)

(There is! It's from a while back and I just forgot to post it but this is an IMMACULATE prompt and I loved writing it. Also honestly fair there aren't nearly enough of those?? It's probably because they're very parental vibes and also the age gap but who cares have some fan fic)

Technically speaking, Caleb did his best to stay out of trouble in school. It wasn’t his fault there were jerks who needed to get punched sometimes. But his mother had firmly informed him that he was supposed to stay away from fights and focus on learning.

So Caleb was doing his best. It had been a couple weeks, and he was kinda proud of how focused he’d been staying. It wasn’t that he was bad at school by any means. But he hated seeing kids get picked on for no reason.

So far, he hadn’t run into any other incidents. He was minding his own business and doing just fine—

“Give it back!”

The sound of a girl’s furious voice caught his attention, and Caleb glanced down the hallway he was passing, and nearly groaned out loud.

In the middle of the hall, two kids were facing off with Ozai, one of the worst bullies in the school, who was holding up what looked like a notebook. One of them, a boy, was shrinking back, and looked almost near tears—not that Caleb could blame here.

But the other was standing facing him, hands on her hips, a fiery glare in her eyes. “Give. It. Back,” she growled.

“Or what?” Ozai sneered, hefting the book. “What’s a tiny little kid like you gonna do about it?”

Well, kriff good intentions, I guess. Dropping his backpack, Caleb started towards the incident with no clear plan in mind other than possibly punching Ozai’s face in. But the girl moved first.

Faster than Caleb would have expected, she slammed a fist into Ozai’s gut, and the boy doubled over in pain. Snatching the sketchbook from his hand, the girl shouted, “Run!” at her friend, and took off down the hall. Straight toward Caleb.

He saw her gait falter as he moved forward, and knew she was getting ready for a fight. Holding up his hands, he said, “Third door on your right is unlocked. Hide there. I’ll distract him.”

Her eyes widened—striking green eyes, like Caleb had never seen before. “Thanks,” she said, flashing him a smile that quite efficiently stunned him speechless. And then she and her friend were gone.

[foxgirltail]

I remember lamenting recently that Brian David Gilbert's "perfect pokemon rap" was already over a hundred Pokemon out of date, however, upon reviewing the footage earlier today I realized bdg's true genius:

His perfect pokemon rap would always be (nearly, more on that later) perfect, regardless of how many new Pokemon were created afterwards.

Firstly, he splits "standard" pokemon up from "rare" pokemon. These are your legendaries, mythics, ultra beasts, and gods. These rare Pokemon are not represented verbally, but rather by "the dream ballet" (an elaborate interpretive dance), to which it does not appear there are distinct moves for each individual Pokemon. Instead there appears to be a handful of moves for each body type. This means we can add rare pokemon in from other generations without much hardship, just update the powerpoint in the background to move faster or have more on screen at once

Secondly, he relies on audience participation for something like 300 Pokemon. He argues that if enough people shout out names at random from a predetermined list, there's no way to verify that any Pokemon got missed. From that, we can argue that as the audience gets arbitrarily large, we can increase the sizes of the list and still be safe. The 2 official pokerap videos put out by polygon have a combined view count over 10 million; that's a large enough audience for me. Therefore, if we just keep the list of random Pokemon to shout out up to date, we can assume that someone, somewhere, has said it in time with the song.

From these two holy grails, Brian David Gilbert's perfect pokerap can never truly be outdated, and can be sung at any time with only PowerPoint changes, and still be accurate

Now, as to why I said "nearly" perfect at the start: when bdg sang his pokerap, he explicitly named at least one pokemon from each generation (not relying on the dream ballet or audience participation). With my suggested changes this would no longer be true, and as the generations of Pokemon continue to grow arbitrarily large, the percentage of generations represented verbally by the singer will continue to shrink. This is less than ideal to me, but they're still technically in the song from the earlier arguments so it is ultimately semantics

[mtchee]

I'ma Shine Like Gloss~! [Kugisaki Nobara] DOJA SERIES | MDNI | GN AFAB 18+

blurb:

Sure, you're a little more softspoken than Nobara, and despite being her senior you can't help but feel a little inferior next to her. Miraculously, she's taken a liking to you. While enduring another one of her shopping sprees, she reveals to you just how enthalled she is with her precious senpai.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, everyone is 18+, jujutsu tech is an extended school AFTER high school!!, [name] is older by around 3 years, swearing, mdni, smut, fingering, cum eating??, aspects of exhibitionism, groping, dirty talk, praise, use of terms cunt cunny pussy breast tit, i might actually come back and rewrite this later, let me know if you want an amab ver. of this series

| masterlist | jujutsu kaisen collection |

[2.0k]

Yeah, ain't tryna be cool like you Wobblin' around in your high heeled shoes I'm clumsy~ made friends with the floor Two for one, you know a bitch buy four! And two left feet, you know I always drop First thing a girl did was bop I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top! Shook up the bottom, made a good girl pop

Average is your middle name, crippling anxiety is your game.

The Jujutsu world is not for the faint of heart, so you wonder where that leaves you. With nowhere else to go, you continue on with your missions and assignments, wallowing in your self pity in your free time.

When Gojo had asked you to supervise the first years on a mission while he went and did god knows what, you died a little on the inside.

Not once did they need your help--hell, you didn't need to even be there. It was just for appearance sake. Eventually, you just sulked and told them to take care of one half of the building while you took the other.

There were a lot of third grade curses scattered about, so you instructed them to stick together. Not that they'd have any trouble anyway, but at least they wouldn't get bored.

Unbeknownst to you, they'd finished faster than you planned and circled back to let you know, only to witness you absolutely clobbering a borderline grade one curse with a lackluster expression.

You'd let out a demurred sigh before startling at the sight of them behind you, staring with slack jaws.

Nobara and Yuji had immediately jumped you while Megumi stood back nodding appraisingly.

"W-What?"

"That thing had so much cursed energy!" Yuji's eyes sparkled with admiration, "how'd you do that?!"

"Yeah! What the heck!?" Nobara heckled you, "have you been holding out on us!?"

"No!" You'd reeled back, shrinking in on yourself at her outburst, "I-I'm a rank 1 sorcerer..!"

"WHAT!?"

You wince at their chorus, turning tail and speed walking back to the entrance of the building while they followed you like puppies.

"Why do you sound so surprised..?"

"Well, you don't look like it." Megumi states plainly, and you inwardly cry at that.

"O-Oh," Your voice cracks, head lowering pathetically, "I see..."

Your successful supervision of the first years and their raving reviews resulted in Gojo piggybacking off of you a lot more often. In turn, you spent more time with the unique trio who were more outgoing than you.

For some reason, they kind of adopted you too.

You've always been one to take care of your juniors, leaving them a basket of snacks outside their classes or after training. If you happened to be assigned someone on a mission or for supervision, you'd give them some money for lunch, sometimes even joining them.

Other than that though, you tried to stay out of everyone's way.

Inumaki and Panda adore you, Yuta looks up to you, and Maki tells you to grow some balls. Though when you almost cried at that, she'd huffed and patted you on the head.

Your kouhais thought you were kind of cute like that.

You thought you were pathetic.

"Senpai! Let's go get lunch!"

"We're going shopping now."

"Senpai, come help me practice close range for training."

"SENPAI! Hold this!"

"Oh, let's see what they're selling!"

"I'm not letting you say no. Next shop!"

"Senpai, what do you think of this skirt?"

You have no idea why Nobara is so insistent on hanging out with you. Sure, you might've looked cool in the first few missions, but already you can tell her skill is on par with yours.

Besides, she's so much cooler than you.

When you hesitate to order your food, she orders for you.

If someone shoulder checks you a bit too rough on the streets, she's spinning around and barking at them, threatening to tear them into shreds.

You're nowhere near special enough to garner her attention, so why the hell did you have it?!

Nobara is pretty, and energetic, and you feel like a senile old croony in her shadow. And if not a senile old croony, then a dusty moth hovering next to a monarch butterfly.

Besides, you feel bad that she's wasting her time with a nobody like you. You appreciate the effort, but you don't want to be holding her back.

"--SENPAI!"

You yelp when a pair of hands come slamming down on either side of your face, stinging your cheeks. Nobara stares down at your seated from with narrowed eyes and a disgruntled pout.

"I've been calling you for the past five minutes! Get up, I don't like this shop. We're moving on."

"Oh, okay," You pick up the shopping bags you'd placed down to give your arms a rest, letting them hang in the crook of one elbow while the brown haired beauty occupies the other.

With no reservations, she drags you to the next store over that caters to a more minimalistic style. She lets go of you to peruse through the accessories and quickly becomes torn between the rose gold and silver options.

You shuffle the bags to weigh evenly onto your now free arm and look around for a place to sit. Seeing nothing, you purse your lips unhappily.

Nobara drags you around a bit more, holding onto the things she likes before leaving you outside the fitting rooms with a stern 'don't move'. You deflate at the lack of seating, resigning yourself to leaning against the wall with a sulk at the ache in your arms.

"Now!" She opens the patternless curtains with a flourish, "how do I look?"

Kugisaki sports a beige pleated skirt with a thick black belt and silver waist chain that's meant more for style than practicality. A white faded t-shirt with a poison laced rose printed on it is tucked into her waistline neatly, a faux fur cropped jacket finalising the look with a rose gold necklace sitting pretty in the dip of her collarbone.

You swallow tightly.

"Y..-You look good..!"

She deadpans, "You say that everytime."

"But it's true!" You glance off to the side, "you always look good..."

Nobara squints her eyes at you with a pensive hum before turning up her nose and retreating back into the fitting room. You flinch when she flings the curtains closed a little more aggressively this time around.

"ALRIGHT!" You stiffen like a deer in headlights when she reappears with a wide, unforgiving grin and a much too cheery sparkle in her eyes, "YOUR TURN!"

"Huh!?"

Before you could blink, you had been freed from the burden of the shopping bags and shoved backwards into the fitting room where she had emerged. In an instant, a pile of clothes are tossed your way before the privacy curtains are flung shut.

"Try those on!"

You sweatdrop at the mess of clothes scattered around you, "U-Um..."

The curtain jerks back and a heavy wad of accessories are pegged at you. You let out a shriek, trembling when they smack into the floor length mirror with a sharp and dangerous thwack!

"Those too! HURRY UP!"

You whimper.

"N-Nobara..!"

Your eyes are watery, embarrassment pricking at your tear ducts with your face pressed up against the fitting room mirror, Nobara's hand forced down the front of the pants she'd made you try on, button up cropped top undone and skewed unevenly on your shoulders as she licks at your nape.

She plays with your swollen little clit, her other hand groping your left tit in its cup while she nips at the black choker she'd picked out.

Your hot and shaky breaths fog up the glass of the mirror, and you whine when she slides her fingers down to gather more of your slick before rubbing circles on your pleasure bud.

"Mm~?" She smiles against your neck, kissing across your shoulder and leaving sweet teeth marks across its skin, "hey, keep it down..! We're in public, remember?" She snickers when your lips tremble.

"H-Hah..~"

You don't even know what happened--one moment you were showing her another one of the outfits she'd all but thrown at you to try on, and the next you were shoved back behind the curtain with her lips against yours and her hand down your pants.

In an instant you were reduced to a whimpering mess, heart fluttering from her kisses and stomach contracting from her not so innocent touch.

"P..-Please..?" You have no idea what you're pleading for, but definitely not for her to stop.

"Oh, my poor senpai," She pouts by your ear, and her demeaning tone sends a wave of heat straight to your core, "does it feel good? Hm~?"

Her expensive gloss leaves shiny lip stains across your neck.

"Ah! Y-Yes! Yes!" You keen as she slips her middle finger between your folds and dips it into your slobbering hole. A whimper escapes you at her teasing before she grants mercy and slides it in knuckle deep.

She chuckles, her voice a low whisper, "Oh? Just like that, senpai?"

You nod frantically, sighing happily as she slowly thrusts it in and out before adding in another finger. Your body tenses as she crooks them up into the roof of your cunt, and she hones in on the spongy spot inside you.

"God-- you're so cute like this!"

You end up coughing after barely stifling a shriek, legs shaking as you grab onto her wrist, "S-Shit..!"

"Yeahh... just like that," Nobara giggles, suckling the sensitive skin under your ear as she digs her fingertips into your sweet spot, latching her iron grip onto your pussy when you start bucking back against her.

You feel embarrassed to be seen like this, shy at the prospect of your gorgeous kouhai watching you squirm and plead pitifully.

Yet you can't help but preen at the sight of her pretty lashes fluttering at you when you do, barely able to fathom the overwhelming feeling of her presence dominating yours. Pushing and pulling you as she so desires, playing nicely with her precious senpai for treating her so patiently all the time.

"O-Oh-- fuck, fuck!"

"Oh~ Oh..~" Her brows bend inwards, mouth agape as she watches your fucked out expression in the mirror, copying your breathless moans.

You hiss, clenching your eyes shut as she holds onto your cunny. You can feel your wetness dripping from her hand and soiling your garments through and through.

As she adds in a third finger, your eyes roll into the back of your head, and she uses her other hand to push up your bra and fondle your naked tits.

She starts thrusting in and out again, fingertips pressing into that squishy spot over and over and over, palm grinding deliciously against your glossy clit.

Pleasure shoots through you like electricity, and your body shakes as the coil in your tummy just gets tighter and tighter in tandem with the gummy walls of your pussy.

"Hng! Ahah... Mm~!"

You struggle to keep your voice down as you feel your peak quickly rising.

"N-Nobara! HM~!! K-Kouhai..!"

"Oh! Do you like this, senpai?" She licks a stripe against your neck, and your thighs snap shut around her slender hand while you whimper and whine.

A white hot rush burns through you, and you bite down on your lip as an agressive wave of utter bliss crashes over your entire being. Your hot and plushy walls pulse and throb, and your breath hitches in your throat as you feel yourself gush.

You let out a pathetically muffled whine, slacking against the cold glass of the mirror to ground yourself.

Your orgasm leaks from your throbbing cunt, white slick seeping between her fingers and gathering around her knuckles as she gradually slows to give you some reprieve.

Nobara lets out a soft moan beside your ear, cooing at you, "My big, tough senpai~ You've always been the squirmy type, haven't you?"

She noses at your warm cheek, leaning forward to kiss you endearingly.

When you pant against her lips, she swipes her tongue out to mingle with yours. Sucking on it lewdly, the fitting stall is quiet aside from the faint music playing from the main room and the rhythmic squelching of your cunt. She sighs contently.

"Mm, so good for me..."

You shudder when her fingers leave you empty, and she brings up her hand to lick clean at the slick and cum coating it.

She hums at your taste, the sheer slick reminiscent of her pretty gloss that she'd smeared all across your neck.

Gathering your bearings, your eyes flutter, and you gasp when glancing down at yourself. A humiliating flush engulfs you at the massive wet patch staining the store's clothing, ignoring how your sloppy, greedy hole gushes at the prospect of what caused it.

"Nobara!" You whisper shout in horror, "t-these pants aren't mine..!"

She tsks, a little pop sounding after she sucks her ring and middle finger clean.

"Relax~ I'll buy them for you," She grins wickedly.

"Consider it a reward, and a memorabilia for today since you've been so good for your kouhai~!"

Nobara cackles when you let out an undignified shriek.

[peacelord]

filthy frank ponies!!!

words in the pic are under the cut since they're hard to read (I changed some stuff in them too)

rankenfile frank

- magic color and coat is light blue, cutie mark is violet

- got his cutie mark (a chromosome) working in a lab and believes it represents his job in radiobiology

peacelord frank

- magic color changes from light blue to violet

- cutie mark runs down his leg; the chromosome has strands branching out from it, representing translephony

- he became a peacelord (alicorn) soon after he figured out how to use translephony and reunited with his friends after chinchin banished him

chinchin

- he's a lycra pony; coat is covered by a black lycra suit

- horn is curved from lots of dark magic use

- eyes sewn shut and scars over where cutie mark would be

- he's a fake peacelord (alicorn), and because of this his wings are very fragile, so he rarely actually flies. he mostly uses his wings for intimidation

- the outer part of his wings are bone, and the inner part is bat-like and leathery with lots of scrapes and holes

- his tail is covered in sharp, bone-like spikes, instead of hair

- ears are almost always pointed back

fake frank

- magic and coat color are a darker blue than real frank's, and his hair is longer

- cutie mark is also a more blue-ish shade of violet than real frank's

- his magic is very spontaneous and he often loses control of it because he doesn't know how to use it properly (due to being a shadow of a real person and all)

- horn is curved because he was created from dark magic

pink guy

- lycra pony

- has runes under his wings that glow when activated. in the current omniverse he only knows how to use them to travel through realms, but in the first omniverse he could use them for other magic. he also doesn't remember what they symbolize

- his wings will shrink and he won't be able to fly if he's low on chromosomes

- cutie mark is a heart with sakura petals. he doesn't remember how he got it. his special talent is Spreading LOVE <3

salamander man

- lycra/salamander pony mix

- has a salamander tail instead of a pony one

- smaller than average because he's half salamander I think you get it

- special talent is his musical and healing abilities

- he also has nature magic, plants grow faster and more plentiful in his presence and he can talk to animals

safari man

- earth pony, he's the only regular pony in the group

- special talent is brightening the mood for everypony in dark situations

[dspd]

Head cannon for why Loki's face shape changes so much from the first Thor to the end of season 2 of the Loki TV show when it's been canonically not that long and he's already at least a thousand years old:

Well Loki was born a boy she was more often than not a girl as a child when she was closer to and wanted to be more like Frigga. Then, as Loki grew up and was more influenced by Thor and Odin and everyone else wanting to be a warrior, Loki reluctantly started shapeshifting into a boy more often. But since he was more inclined to be like Frigga he'd be uncomfortable and subtly alter himself to a more androgenous look that's closer to how he felt. He thinned his jaw, grew long curly hair, and gave himself a muscled but svelt look.

And as much as he liked the look - and as much as he adored his brother back then - Thor, in that thoughtless cruel way that even Asgardians can have, would poke fun with painful jokes that pricked the back of his eyes and sent him crying to his mother's strong, sheltering, loving embrace more than once.

Still, Loki is still more inclined to quietly rebel against Odin and it becomes a favored form.

But then, after he sees how fruitless it was in the Sacred Timeline, when he sees how they still lost and died painfully and Odin never acknowledged them for who they were to his end, Loki just...stops caring so much about rebelling against the closest thing they'd had to a father figure.

He's so tired.

Loki keeps his male persona up in the TVA, feels the smallest bit more protected, and has that slight advantage of sexism in all its forms even in as peculiar a place as Mobius' side. It helps that Mobius seems enamored with the more masculine parts of his current form. At first, when he's still terrified for his life, he's tense, nerves screaming as Mobius places a hand so high on his shoulder, that his fingertips slip beneath the ring around his neck.

Later Loki finds himself softening, sliding between the wary "he" that he'd become before becoming a Variant and the more amorphous self he'd enjoyed as a child, learning seidr at his mother's knee. Something about the easy touches Mobius gives reminds him of his less frictious childhood. Soothing.

And when Loki meets Sylvie, a less lucky Variant who managed to stay true to her self, changing fluidly between she and they (and sometimes him) but always keeping a face that reminds him of Frigga, he feels like he can try it himself. It's more than unsettling to walk down the hallways of the TVA in a shape, any shape other than the one known as Variant L1230 and she's ready to bolt as her face rounds, her body shrinks and curves, hair lightening closer to the shadowed strawberry gold she'd preferred when female. But she's still recognized, Casey grinning and pausing to tell her that he got a pet fish and they're really cool.

Oh. Right.

TVA.

Loki somehow forgot they don't look at the surface if they look at you at all. Her temporal aura is the same, regardless of the flesh that houses it.

And if that isn't the most effervescent, bubbling affirmation she's ever had.

An indeterminate amount of time later, as time is different in the TVA, Loki ends up chasing a Kang variant who's closing in on the formula to start the interdimensional war He Who Remains...remained to prevent. Loki is panting, chasing him, dashing madly between pedestrians in the crowd, losing to the Variant and -

He's bounding forward, faster than ever on all fours, leaping up onto the parked cars, pushing off with his hind legs, claws digging in and swiping, severing the tendons in the Variant's legs.

The metallic smell of blood is bright and heavy and heady and -

Mobius is sliding between him and his prey, crowding in towards Loki's snout, one hand reaching for his wet muzzle. "Hey, buddy," Mobius murmurs, smiling that signature easy, appreciative smile, crooked nose wrinkling a little. It doesn't reach his eyes. Loki isn't sure why Mobius seems so hesitant, but he pushes his head forward anyway, accepting the touch with a slight rumble.

It feels nice.

When Mobius's hand slips off the back of Loki's skull, he nearly whines, scrabbling around to shove his head under those wonderfully scratchy nails again. When Mobius finds the best spot under his jaw, Loki melts into a loud, rumbling puddle, eyes sliding shut and head dropping into Mobius's hand.

Mobius grunts. "Damn, Loki, your head is heavier than an entire ten year old."

Loki flicks an ear and doesn't move.

As it turns out, unlike with Odin's exacting expectations in Asgard, Loki doesn't doesn't even have to be human to be accepted for who they are.

[002yb]

Something about Jason getting really shy with pda but Dick loves to kiss and spoil him in public just because Jay's face is so cute when he's blushing

This ask feels so indulgent and I adore you for that, anon LOL. Thank you, thank you. There's nothing more charming than Jason being a reserved maiden and Dick taking great pleasures in wholesomely fucking him up. (oᴗo✿)

At first Jason's reticence with pda would throw Dick; it's not like Jason isn't interested or like they don't have a thing going, you know? They flirt to a disgusting degree (they do a lot to a disgusting degree, actually). So Dick is a bit thrown with how Jason flinches or pulls away from him while they're in public settings up until Dick notices how Jason trembles after, how he looks away to hide the flush that stains his cheeks. It's then that Dick realizes - Jason is shy.

It's fucking precious.

Thus begins Dick's adventures in wholesomely fucking Jason up. <3

What Dick can get away with is a matter of how well Dick overwhelms Jason in the moment. Or maybe it would be better to say how consumed Jason is? The more consumed, the more Dick can get away with. Because Dick becomes Jason's only focus and everything else just fades until it's only them.

A hand on Jason's back has Jason's breath catching before Jason turns or steps away, moving faster ahead of Dick with a hand clasped around the back of his neck to hide the blush that burns across it.

Hooked pinkies. Where Dick just barely holds on to Jason and Jason tenses, freezing. Looking around and sputtering until Dick hooks their ring fingers too and then Jason is all flustered and curled in on himself, chin tucked to his own chest and just sort of shell-shocked, awe-struck, what-have-you. Silent as he holds his breath because omg. Internally panicking because his heart is about to beat out of his chest.

Hand holding. Where Jason pulls his hood over his head and shrinks in on himself, but he holds Dick's hand, too. Dick does this one day when Jason isn't wearing a hoodie and smiles when Jason still goes through the motion to try and hide and realizes he can't. Jason has to settle on hiding his face behind his hand, so flustered that even his expression shows how helplessly overwhelmed he is with even just this.

Hugs. With Jason making a show of being disgruntled and either twisting out of Dick's hold or holding him at arm's length, his hands pressed to Dick's shoulder and squishing Dick's face as he fights to keep Dick back. Alternatively, Jason hiding himself in the crook of Dick's neck. Letting himself be held. Tentatively reaching up to hold onto Dick's shirt, arms hidden between them before wrapping around Dick entirely. Jason allowing a hug to be indulgent. Getting so embarrassed that he ends up hiding in Dick's hold, flustered until contentment washes over him at the feel of Dick's laughter, his heartbeat.

Wandering hands that Jason slaps away and scowls at. Because it never fails that Dick tries to cop a feel of something. Dick's favorite thing is to have his hand in Jason's back pocket. He adores the way Jason startles, physically jumping before turning a slow and deadly glare Dick's direction.

Kisses, chaste and not. Always, always Jason is left breathless and beautiful and wanton.

Needless to say, Dick recognizes Jason's reluctance as him being shy; a reserved maiden. It brings something wicked out of Dick though and he can't help but want to see how far he can take Jason. Spoilers: it's far. And yeah, Jason is shy as fuck - he's also excited, comfortable if only because he's with someone he loves and trusts and feels confident with. ///u///

[obsidiancreates]

Icewild (Part 1)

The morning comes slowly, the sun creeping up over the horizon and peeking through the ring of stormclouds. The hollow of the storm looms, bright and deceptively cheerful as it shines on the ruins o a once bustling city.

None of that matters, because the peace of the morning is broken by Daisy shaking Jornir awake with a look of panic.

Jornir jolts awake quickly, rubbing both eyes with one hand and getting to his feet. "What is the matter?"

"We found people," Daisy signs. "We don't know- they're strange, like all of you."

"Like us?"

"Not exactly like you. But they aren't human and aren't ogre."

"The others know?"

"They're watching them. They haven't woken up yet."

Jornir follows quickly, Daisy leading him through the former House of Knowledge to the garden Jornir had met that first strangely intelligent bird in. Barnabos is dragging a large red body over to a pile of other bodies of varying sizes as Skrimm and Taishen stand, ready for anything, and Queenie fusses over a large creature curled up by a small green body.

"-ain't never seen one in real life before, Taishy! Look at it, it's just a baby!"

"This is a baby?" Taishen's eyes go wide as he stares at the large creature. "How large do these owlbears get?"

"Oh, they get real big, bigger than them polar bears I think."

"And this one is just laying next to us?!" Skrimm scrambles up Barnabos's shoulders.

"What is happening?" Jornir joins them, looking down at the pile. His eyes trail over to one body in particular, and his expression tightens. "What is that?"

"Fucked up is what it is," Skrimm says, keeping the Brutal Blade pointed at the bugbear with th tubes and machinery embedded into it. "Eugh, it reeks, and that's comin' from me!"

"I didn't wanna say nothing Skrimm but, yeah you could use a bath."

"You all could use a bath," Daisy signs. "But later. Do we think these creatures are dangerous?"

"That thing?" Jornir says, gesturing to the bugbear. "Yes. The things in it's flesh are... unnatural. I have never seen anything like it before. The others..."

A bit of green scale catches his eye, and he rolls the purple-suited body over. "Oh, no."

Barnabos's eyes widen. "Aye, it's an alligator folk! The lad'll be freezin' half to death already, even without the snow! Mr. Fireblossom, warm 'im up!"

Taishen startles a bit, but does as he's told. "Alligator folk?"

"Aye, good sailors along the waterways inland, but I've never worked wi' one outside of the most temperate of seas. They're cold-blooded, Mr. Fireblossom. Too hot or too cold and the lad could die faster than any o' us." Barnabos chews his pipe. "How'd someone li' 'im end up here?"

"They just appeared overnight." Daisy eyes the unconscious group warily. "No-one knows how they got here, except that there was a flash of that color." She gestures at the glowing canisters in the bugbear's back.

"W-well..." Skrimm looks around. "Are any of us gonna wake them up and ask what's going on, or are we just waiting for them to do it?"

"Aye, I've got this, Mr. Stabbaskotch." Barnabos picks up the unconscious goblin and shakes him. "RISE AND SHINE, LAD!"

The goblin shrieks as he's woken up, and the rest of the figures bolt upright as well! The alligator-folk smacks his face right into Taishen's hands, burning his snout! Taishen reels back as the alligator shouts and curses and flings out with a cane and another creature, a small woman with wings, screams and throws a small pig at Taishen!

"ENOUGH!" Jornir hits his walking stick against the ground, and everything freezes. The big red guy has his fists raised, chains hanging down from them as he glares between Taishen and Barnabos. The alligator has his cane raised, looking oddly unsurprised and very tired. The small fairy woman climbs up the back of the bugbear even as the bugbear shrinks back, confused and frightened, and she glares at anyone who looks their way. A tabaxi stares at Barnabos as the goblin dangles from his hands, the owlbear standing and ready to swipe at the Triton.

"Who are you?" Jornir asks, voice sinking back to it's usual volume. "Where did you come from?"

"Is this a fuckin' dream?" the alligator says, eyeing the world around him.

"Nah, feels too cold, man. Hey, uh, big blue guy, can you put Gricko down before he fuckin' dies?"

The goblin in question, Gricko, is not looking well after his awakening by shaking. "Ooooh, little girallons... hello..."

"Gricko! Do ya smell burnin' feathers?!"

Gricko sniffs deeply. "Um... no! No. But I do smell..." he sniffs again and wrinkles his nose. "Kremy, didn't we hire an ogre once?"

"To climb the Harris Wheel before Tobek, yeah."

"I smell that."

"There's fuckin' ogres here?!" Kremy grabs at his top hat and looks around wildly. "Oh gods!"

The bugbear at the edge of the group makes a sort of groan/whine noise. "Ooooooh, Torbek doesn't like this, this is worse than the hag!"

"Hag?!" Skrimm looks around now with an equal paranoia to Kremy. "What the fuck do you mean, hag?!"

"I think perhaps-!" Taishen calls out, "-perhaps we could all use a moment to calm down over some tea!"

"That would be... appreciated." The tabaxi eyes Barnabos. "As soon as he sets Gricko down."

"Oh, aye. Sorry abou' that, lad, forgot I was holdin' ya." Barnabos sets Gricko down, and the owlbear immediately bounds over and begins nuzzling the goblin.

"Oh, daddy's alright Hootsie! You're such a good girl, not going in to gut them! Yes, who's such a good girl?" Gricko kisses Hootsie's forehead and scratches under her beak.

"You've got a tame owlbear?" Queenie watches Gricko and Hootsie with wide eyes as Taishen begins setting up for tea. "How the hells did you manage that?"

"Oh, well, she's my daughter!" Gricko grins at Queenie. "Hootsie! Show them one of your lovely stylish jigs!"

And, to the amazement of all but the newcomers, Hootsie stands on her hind legs and does a little dance.

"... We've got some fuckin' weirdos here, Jornir," Skirmm says, looking up.

Jornir nods just as Taishen announces that the tea is ready.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"So you were actually in the Feywild?" Queenie looks almost dreamily at the newcomers. "I've been plannin' to retire there my whole life."

"Well, maybe pick somewhere other than Prismeer, if ya can," Kremy advises, wincing. "It's kinda a shitshow."

"Yeah," Gideon says, downing his tea in one go. "I mean, not like you're in paradise right now, but, least there's no fuckin' hags here."

"Just horrible brains and cannibal spirits, oh yeah, much better," Skrimm mutters. He peers at Gricko. "You're not from the moors, are you?"

"Oh, no," Gricko says with a smack of his mouth. "No, no. I'm from a swamp, like Kremy!"

"Well, not exactly like me," Kremy says, brushing off his lapel.

"What? They're very similar, but mine had a college and rock bands and yours had gambling and voodoo men."

"And gumbo," Frost points out as he sips tea.

"Oh!" Gricko slumps a little, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, we didn't have gumbo. Gosh, I wish we had."

"What is gumbo?" Jornir asks. Had been keeping mostly quiet as introductions and explaining had gone on, and now he mostly watches the newcomers as they interact with the others.

Kremy leans over a bit, shocked. "Y'all never had gumbo before?!"

"I've heard o' it," Barnabos says, "Never 'ad it though."

"Well, then, in the spirit of uh, good relations and y'all not killin' us or tossin' us into that snowstorm to die, how about I cook up some gumbo for everyone?"

"Sounds great!"

"Alright." Kremy stands and pulls out a small bag, reaches far deeper into it than should be possible, and pulls out a bundle of clothes.

"Oooh! Can I be your sous chef again, Kremy?" Twig bounces to her feet from the end of the table where she'd been showing Torbek how to hold his pinkie out while drinking tea.

"I appreciate the offer, Twig, but I wanna make sure everythin's cooked this time. No offense."

"I did what you told me to!"

"You did! From a certain point of view, you did. But uh, I'll just do it myself I think."

"Well now, I'm this here groups cook," Barnabos says, getting up. "I'll not be havin' a stranger cookin' us anything without my watching, if you don't mind."

"Oh, uh... well, I don't see why not. Hey, Gid?"

"Yeah?"

"Mind comin' and startin' the fires for me?"

"Alright man." Gideon stands up and walks over, and the three head somewhere to get cooking.

There's some silence at the table.

Torbek looks at Frost and appears to strain in some way. Frost sighs, and turns to Jornir. "Excuse me, but, you've been looking at Torbek strangely since we arrived and it's making him uncomfortable."

"You understood that from a look?" Queenie looks at Torbek. "I thought the poor fella just had to use the shitter."

"Oh, no, Torbek will just go to the rubble if he needs to do that."

"There's bathrooms here."

"Ooooh! Even better!"

Frost sighs again. "Thank goodness. Anyway, it would be appreciated if you didn't look at Torbek that way. We would like to avoid stressing him too much if we can, he has... issues."

"He has an unnatural affliction, implanted in his being." Jornir looks down at Frost. "Are those his issues?"

Frost glances at the canisters. "They're... related, yes."

"We have just fought creatures of unnatural origin. A terrible creature, that intended to... warp, and... corrupt, all of us. All of this land."

"Well, Torbek has no intent to do that. None of us do, we're uh, we're stuck here by chance! We went to sleep after a cooking competition and woke up here, it's all very strange."

Jornir and Frost stare at each other for a few moments, trying to figure the other out. Finally, Jornir nods.

"Alright. But I will keeping an eye on you all."

"I understand. ... Keep an eye on Gricko the most, just in case the strange magics of the Feywild have followed us here. He-he tends to be um..."

"To go cookoo-bananas?" Torbek says slowly, leaning as close to Frost as he can (which is disturbing should-be-possible-if-his-body-wasn't-warped amounts of close).

"I wasn't going to phrase it that way, but yes. If he begins talking about frozen peas or uh- suddenly turns into a clown, just tie him up I think. That usually goes poorly."

"I'm going to go warn the other vassals about these people," Daisy signs to Jornir.

Jornir nods, watching Torbek break his teacup, Twig pull a frog out of her apron and lick it, Gricko pull a dead rat out of his pack and toss it to Hootsie, and Frost use an invisible force of magic to snag some honey from the dish Queenie has set out. "I think that would be wise."

Clearly, these people are going to have to be watched for however long they're here for.

[forest-falcon]

WIP Whatever!

Felt Autumn-y today so rattled this off whilst cooking dinner. Not written in a while so just trying to get something out. Hopefully will add a bit to it soon. 🍁🍂🎃🌿🍃

Pumpkin

"Pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins! It's pumpkin picking daaaaay!"

Gordon skidded through the living room, almost knocking over the carpet washer, which had taken up permanent residence there with the turn of the season.

"Where are my octopus wellies?"

He rummaged through the old wooden chest situated near the front door. A myriad of odd shoes piled behind him as he discarded trainer after flipflop belonging to his older brothers.

"You're picking all those up." Virgil appeared, arms folded at the mess.

"Am not! People can put them on their feet, duh." Gordon grinned and donned a pair of John's favourite sandals. These would do. He wasn't one for socks anyway and the octopus wellies had probably seen better days...wherever they were.

"You can't wear those."

Virgil materialised a mug of hot coffee from thin air. Now that he was a teenager, Virgil was all about having his coffee in the morning. Mr. adult-y pants. It was a phase. It would pass. Gordon was sure of it.

"And why not?" He wiggled his toes, knowing full-well why not.

"John will feed you to the combine harvester if you baptise his favourite sandals in mud." Virgil quirked a bemused eyebrow.

"What?...Skinny Space Noodle? He couldn't catch this fish."

John wouldn't even try. John was more tactical than that. He'd simply bat his pretty green eyes at his eldest brother, and mini-mum would find a way to get them back; though it looked like not-mother number two had beaten Scott to it on this occasion.

"I don't know..." Virgil's voice echoed from somewhere within his brew.

"How fast can you run in sandals?

"Faster than Johnny-boy, that's for sure!"

"But not faster than me."

Virgil tipped his head back to noisily slurp the final dregs from his mug. Gordon saw his opportunity to slip the net. Darting under Teenage Mutant Ninja Virgil's arm; he took off at a speed befitting a startled ray.

FLIP-FLOP-FLIP-FLOP-FLIP-FLOP

He wasn't even sure he cared about the sandals per se; it was more the principle of not being bossed about. Virgil was not his mum.

Where to hide, where to hide?

Kitchen? No, dining room! He could barricade himself with the chairs...

FLIP-FLOP-FLIP-FLOP-FLIP-FLOP

...Goodie-two-shoes may be bigger than him, but he'd wager that Mr. Muscle wouldn't fit so easily behind the far side of the table.

FLIP-FLOP-FLIP

He had this. He-

"GOTCHA!"

A mammoth hand clutched his shoulder.

Gordon flailed and kicked, but Virgil had him shrink-wrapped in one of his soppy bro hugs.

"Now give Johnny back his shoes."

"NEVER! Why do you care anyway? They're not even your sandals!"

Virgil leaned back slightly so that his hug lifted the squirming squid clean off the floor.

"Last chance."

"Finders keepers, astro-boy weepers!"

"Alright. Can't say I didn't warn you, pumpkin."

"Pumpkin?"