#i like him to have some meat on his bones sorry. hes just a baby. they all are.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

im really upset

[unknownati]

v. retwist

a/n: boomshakalaka u give ekko a retwist n help him sweat it out after! sorry i have like 2 fluff fics and an angst fic lined up for him too. god knows if i'll post them tho

for the record, i don't rlly like (I HATE IT SO BAD HELP) this fic, but i saw a few people excited for it and i feel bad so 💔 come get ur dinner

christmas fic otw too maybe sumn with au claggor...

warnings/tags: lowercase intended, no use of y/n, no description of reader's physical features, fluff to smut, modern!ekko, implied black!reader (just a bit of aave lol), fem!reader, oral (reader and ekko receiving), hair pulling (minor but if you've gotten your hair pulled after a fresh retwist/braids...yk.), switchy reader and ekko, ekko's a munch 😕, whiny ekko, prolly a little ooc, this was written at night guys please cut me some slack

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"ow!"

"now you know that shit didn't hurt. stop moving."

"baby, i'm tenderheaded--oww!"

you scoff, your thighs pressing into the sides of ekko's head to keep him in place. every movement you made was met with a small wince, and every wince was met with a scoff and a roll of your eyes. his hands, littered with calloused scars, flew up to meet the meat of your thighs. the tips of his fingers sunk in, making small dips in your skin.

"you're dramatic. hold still, 'm almost done."

your fingers and wrists have been aching from the repeated motions made on the thick locs. the throbbing between your fingers didn't help, either. your legs cross over his shoulders, your ankles meeting at his sternum.

thoughts wandered, and your eyes eventually lost the thoughtful gleam in them as you zoned out in the soporific task of parting the last few locs.

part, gel, twist, clip. part, gel, twist, clip. part, gel, twist--ekkostopmoving--clip. part, gel, twist, clip.

eventually, you were done, and you stared down at the simple maze of white squares atop deep skin. "all done. that wasn't so bad, was it?"

ekko keens, touching his fingers to his raw scalp.

"mmh..."

you press a kiss to his temple, twisting open the greasy bottle of braiding foam and pumping it atop his head. a shaky exhale pushes through his nose upon the cooling sensation, his shoulders relaxing for the first time in four hours when your fingertips massage the mousse throughout his scalp.

your rigid thighs finally release his head from their grasp and you sit back on the bed. ekko excitedly propels himself off the ground and into the vanity, craning his neck down to inspect you work.

"wow, 's beautiful, firefly. thank you."

"mmhm, i know. you're welcome. your girl comes in to save the day, yet again!"

he faces you with his soft eyes and dopey grin, walking back over towards you. quietly, he moves the comb, clips, gel, and mousse onto the floor and grips your ankles, spreading your legs.

your face makes the quickest change, your stomach twitching as you start to sit up, but your movements falter when he just kneels between your legs and lays himself down on your body, head cradled on your shoudler.

"oh." you mutter, shaky fingers reaching up to caress his cheek. the oils you used to moisturize his hair crept down the side of his ears and cheeks, leaving them greasy.

his automatic reaction was to tease you. you could feel his smirk against your chest. "what? did you expect some type of payment?"

"no!..." a beat. "...maybe. i did sit there for four hours."

warm breath blows against your collar bone, a small laugh. smooth and silky. plump lips meet your clavicle, his fingers walking their way up your side. you shifted away from his hand with a breathy giggle, the act feeling like a tickle. his mouth pulled into a smile as he trailed up your neck, his hand following the same direction up your shirt.

before you know it, his lips are on yours, and his palm is kneading at your breast which he gained access to by pushing the cup of your bra up.

the kiss quickly turned desperate, from slow and sensual to greedy and messy. your tongues were practically fighting with each other, your breaths growing heavy.

he pulled away for what felt like a agonizing eternity to shrug his wife-pleaser off and pull your (his) t-shirt off of you. his eyes fell on your figure, an enticing sight that made his sweatpants grow uncomfortably tight.

"quit staring." you whisper, though you're staring equally as much as him. from his broad shoulders down to the small trail of hairs that ran into the peeking band of his boxers.

"sorry, 's hard not to. you look so good."

your ears heat up at his words as you watch him get off the bed, kneeling on the same pillow he sat on while you did his hair. his hands grabbed your around your ankles and pulled you toward the edge of the bed, smooching your waist as his hands swiftly tugged down your shorts.

he pushes your legs open by your knees, his kisses getting tantalizingly close to your throbbing heat.

"ekko," you whine, just to be met with a shit-eating grin. his arms wrap around your thighs so his hand can easily reach your clothed clit, his thumb pressing into it, rubbing feather-light circles.

"hey, maybe i should just do this since you were so mean while doing my hair. you think this'll be enough to make you cum?"

you groan, a sound rooted so deep within your core that it sounds like a growl. your hips shakily push against his thumb.

"ekko please don't play with me right now—"

he readjusts you quick, laying your hips flat against the mattress again.

"stop moving."

your eye twitches and you couldn't stop your hand from flying down into the neatly array of locs and metal clips in his head, tugging lightly. but to a tender head, that slight tug was like a lash.

"ow!--☆, that—"

"s-stick your tongue out."

ekko hesitates, but doesn't waste any time after you tilt your head expectantly. his tongue lays against his bottom lip, glossy brown orbs watching as your free hand pulls your panties to the side. before you even push his head down, his tongue is flat against your clit.

your head falls back against the sheets, a blissful sob reverberating through the walls and calling back to you, ringing in your ears.

his lips wrap around your clit, sucking lasciviously at the bud. he quickly started to remember why he fucking loved eating you out, your wetness like a sweet liquor that got him drunk every single time.

it almost felt perverted, the way his eyes squeezed shut and his brows furrowed upon tasting an acidic nectar on his tongue. he got off on your noises alone, the way you writhed above him, the way you cried out in pleasure, he drank it all in, too quickly. it filled his brain with a buzz, all his thoughts coming to a halt until all he could focus on was you.

well, kind of. he wasn't focused enough to hear your multiple pleads for him to slow down because you were close already. he was too busy devouring you like you were his first and last meal.

"c-cumming, fuck, ekko—i-i'm cumming, slow down," you moaned, white knuckling the sheets below you in attempt to keep yourself physically grounded.

his eyes squeezed shut as you shivered, your orgasm crashing down on you like a tidal wave.

you had to physically push him away from you because you were already overstimulated, pressing the ball of your palm into his forehead to push him away.

"f-fuck. holy shit." you gasp, barely able to catch your breath.

after a few moments of speechless panting, he looks up at you and sighs. "y'didn't have to pull my hair." though he was joking, you couldn't help but feel bad.

"i know, sorry baby. c'mere."

he stands up and lays down next to you, his lips and chin coated in a thick, clear layer of your arousal. you giggle, thumbing it off before kissing him.

"your turn?" you ask with lidded eyes. you can see his face light up, though he tries to play it off. he fails.

"yes. please."

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"f-fuck, oh m'god, firefly please.."

you've switched positions, with you kneeling between his legs. you've been stroking his length and taking inches of him in your mouth for what has felt like a decade, taking your torturously sweet time with him.

the image was beautiful, a thin veil of sweat coating his mahogany skin, his tip angrily crying every time you slowly pump up and squeeze around the base of the head. his eyes were glossed over, looking down at you with pleading eyes. every movement you made had him twitching, his muscles pulsing with each wave of pleasure that crashed within his core.

"shhh, hol' still, y'know it'll feel good when i'm done. can you do that for me, ekko? stay nice and patient and pretty for me, like you..." you tightly gripped the base of his dick, hearing his breathy whine being ripped from his throat, "aaallllways..." you stroked upwards, watching how he struggled to keep his eyes locked with yours. "do."

he nods, but you can tell he's struggling because he's really fucking close, but you're proud of him for listening.

"words?"

"shit, y-yes, i can. i can baby."

"good."

you only give him a couple seconds to relax before his tip is touching your uvula, a shocked gasp tearing from him. it only takes 4 seconds before he's spilling down your throat, apologizing profusely through restrained moans.

"fuck, h-holy shit," he gasps. you smile.

"that's what i said earlier!"

he rolls his eyes, pulling you up to lay next to him.

"thanks baby."

"...i dunno why you thankin' me yet, i ain't done with you."

[mrm0rgansw0man]

hi guys!! i am alive and well and still writing lol, im so sorry to not have pubished anything in so long!! life has just been crazy lately and i just haven't had as much time as i would like to work on things, but you'll be happy to hear that i TEN DRAFTS that i am working on currently and even more things to start!! you guys WILL get your arthur morgan content lol. but for now, heres a quick little something as an peace offering for being gone so long Xx

- a quiet little night ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ -

summary: arthur morgan settles down for the night.

As Arthur stumbled into his little makeshift room, half dead from exhaustion and the cold, it took all his might not to just topple over onto his cot and sleep. Boots and hat and all, in fact he almost did.

It was the slight shift of his blankets that stopped him.

Arthur let out a deep and loving sigh. He quickly undid his boots and took off his hat, setting them both down next to his bed.

'Now what could this be?' Arthur thought to himself with a light chuckle.

Arthur lifted up his blankets- which he noticed he had at least three more in his bed now than when he did when he woke up- and that's when he saw you.

Your hair was wrapped in a scarf, and you were still in your clothes from the day. You had bundled yourself in blankets and practically buried yourself into Arthur's cot to sleep.

Arthur couldn't help the grin spread across his face as he gently crawled into the bed next to you. You stirred, but thankfully didn't wake.

Arthur yawned, already partially asleep as he re adjusted the blankets over the both of you. Once you were both tucked in and as sheltered as you could be from the cold, Arthur leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. He stroked as much of your hair as he could, almost wishing you hadn't fallen asleep in that scarf. But it kept you warm, and right now that was more important than anything.

This move to Colter had been hard, on you in a different way than the others. You were the type that just didn't do well in the cold. Arthur didn't know what it was, but it just sucked the life out of you. You could never truly be warm, your nose ran constantly and you were in pain more often than you weren't.

Arthur at first just thought you needed some more meat on your bones, but now he thought it was something more. Maybe you were sick somehow, making you weaker to the strong weather? You didn't do too well in the extreme heat either.

Never mind that now. Even if the thoughts lingered in his mind like the howling cold winds lingered around the outside of his walls, he refused to let this moment with you go to waste.

Arthur finally laid down fully, gently wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. You partially woke, just conscious enough to cuddle into him and gently kiss whatever part of him was closest to you, tonight it was his chin. You had the fleeting thought that you hoped tomorrow night it would be his lips before falling back to sleep.

No matter where you had kissed him, it filled Arthur's heart with joy. He loved you, so god damn much. Coming back to this each and every night, made the troubles of the day worth it. No matter how tired he was, he would always make sure to be there with you and hold you while you slept. To kiss you goodnight, to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you slept.

"Arthur.." You mumbled sleepily. "I missed you s' much..."

"I missed ya' too sweetheart." Arthur whispered soothingly, gently rubbing his hands up and down your back underneath the blankets. "I love you baby.. C'mon not. Let's go back t'sleep..."

"I love you too.." You breathed out, it was said so quietly it was barely audible. Arthur closed his heavy eyes, and listened to the sound of your gentle breathing.

With the sounds of the wind and your breaths as a lullaby, Arthur drifted off to sleep for the night. Dreading the moment he would have to wake up.

so sorry this is short!! i literally couldn't stand going another moment with publishing something im so sorry guys

[sevikaswifefr]

GOOD PIECE OF MEAT

pairing: sevika x female reader

warnings: men.

A/N: soooo…. hey guys. i’m back-ish. i won’t be updating like regularly but i will give you guys the odd one shot. since the trailer of arcane has come out i decided to start redoing arcane oneshots so feel free to request some, i may not be able to do heaps of requests but i will do a few. sorry for abandoning you guys for so long btw i just lost my love for writing for a bit but it coming back now so yay. anyway i love sevika with my whole heart and LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK OF THE ARCANE TRAILER IN THE COMMENTS PLEASE. i need people to talk about this with. i missed you all :))

I was freezing to say the least. The cold streets of Zaun were no place for me right now, not at this time of night, especially when I had left my jacket back at my apartment. And so I head quickly to the Last Drop making sure to stay away from the shadowy corners and avoid the lingering looks of the strangers within the musky alleys.

Finally, the dimly lit bar comes into view. Music and shouts echo outside the entrance as I walk towards it, excited to finally see the person I had been missing all day.

“Name and business?” The bouncer extends a hand out stopping me from reaching the front door, his expression lacking any sort of emotion. I hadn’t seen him before, no doubt new to this job and so blissfully unaware of who I am. “I’m here to see my girlfriend.” I frown still shivering in the outside air. “Who?” The bouncer replies crossing his arms and raising one caterpillar looking eyebrow.

“Sevika.”

Instantly his stature changes. Eyes widen in shock and his stance becomes a lot more hospitable. “Welcome to the Last Drop. You’re looking ravishing tonight.” He smiles almost too kindly and opens the door ushering me inside.

The bar smells of alcohol and sweat, nothing I hadn’t smelt before but still, not necessarily pleasant. Ignoring the scent in the air I scan the crowd till I find my girlfriend who sits with an accomplished smirk on her lips. Surrounded by four other men, she plays cards obviously winning as the others sit sullen faced or groaning in defeat.

Pushing through the sea of people I make my way over, Sevikas eyes meeting mine as I reach the table. “Hi baby.” I smile happy to finally see my girlfriend after a long day at work.

She grins throwing her cards face up onto the table eliciting groans from the other four members although her eyes stay locked on me.

“Hi princess, did you have a good day?” She reaches for my hand with her flesh one gently tugging me onto her lap and pressing a kiss to the side of my head as I face the rest of the table.

“Yeah, it was ok.” I reply looking up at her with a small smile. “I missed you though.” I whisper leaning back into her chest. Sevikas grip on my waist tightens as her thumb traces small circles around my hip bone. “Missed you too.” She grunts.

Turning my attention back to the other four at the table I can’t help but let out a small chuckle at their gobsmacked faces.

It wasn’t often I came to the Last Drop, but when I did I always gathered the same reaction. People were astonished at how I somehow had gathered the most feared women in Zauns affection. Her softness towards me especially in public made everyone turn to stare.

“So Miss Muscle Woman has herself a little pet.” One man scoffs his eyes lingering on me. I can feel Sevika tense under my body as he eyes me up again. “Well you picked good Sev, she’s a pretty one alright.” He chuckles again, looking at his mates for back up only for them to shake their heads in fear.

Both Sevikas metal hand and flesh hand softly grip my waist as she lifts me off her lap and onto the chair beside her. The bar goes silent, each and every individual looking over as Sevika stands up to her daunting six foot height in complete silence and slowly stalks round the table to stand in front of the man.

He quickly realises his mistake and holds up his hands in defence as he scurries backwards, falling from his chair. “I-I’m just saying Sev, she’s a very good looking piece of meat you know? Go-Good for you and all. I don’t want her myself but-”

It all happens rather fast. Sevika’s cape is flung off her shoulder and before I can blink the man is cut off, lifted from the ground by his throat. “Apologise to her.” She snarls menacingly as he kicks and wheezes, hands pawing at the metal that slowly carved into his neck. “Now.” Sevika barks tightening her hold causing his eyes to widen as his air way is cut off. The man manages to let out a weak sorry aimed in my direction before he’s dropped to the floor. His breath comes back all at once as he inhales deeply, clutching weakly at his throat.

“Say another word about my girl ever again and I wont make the same mistake of letting you live. Do I make myself clear?” She leans in close to the man holding the front of his shirt as she snarls at him. He nods frantically a few tears rolling down his face and onto the already purple bruise forming on his neck.

Letting his shirt go Sevika goes to stand up again before swinging her flesh fist at his face causing him to go flying backwards, blood splattering against the chair he once sat in.

“And don’t let me catch you in here again.” She shouts after him as he turns on his heel and hobbles out the bar. She smirks satisfied before turning to the rest of the onlookers. “Anyone else got something to say?” She asks, her voice low and dangerous almost daring someone to talk. Immediately everyone goes back to the previous activities trying not to bring attention to themselves.

I breathe out a sigh of relief as Sevika finally turns back to me, her flesh hand coming to land on my cheek stroking it softly as a small frown is etched on her head.

“Are you ok princess?” She asks softly. I nod. “I am now.” I smile and press a kiss to her palm. “Can we go home please ? That made me even more tired.” I ask.

Sevika nods instantly getting her cloak off the floor and reaching for my hand as we walk out the door and into the streets.

Shivering once again I move closer to my girlfriend who chuckles as I cling to her arm. “Here.” She wraps her cloak around my shoulders and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’m not gonna let anything hurt you princess. Not even the cold. Not while I’m around.”

[yaut-jaknowit]

hihi !!

I don't know if you've already been asked of this, so like... Sorry if you have lol, but pretty please can we have a part 2 of Blood in the Water? Thank you writer person 🙏

— : 🥀 anon

Blood In The Water Part 2

Character: T'a'yta (Male Yautja) x Mom!Reader

Word Count: 4736

Summary: Those three days fly by quickly. Everyday, you overthink the whole dinner. Your children try to help in their own oblivious ways, but you can't help it. Before long, the day arrives and you aren't prepared.

Author Note: This is one of the couple times I've been asked multiple times to write a part 2. AND I LOVE IT! I love to write guys. Love it. It's a passion. Never apologize for asking me to write. It may take me a month to get it down but I'll do it!

Part 1

Masterlist

Ao3

Over the course of those three days, you were able to get your car back from the middle of nowhere. Thankful to have your father pay for the tow and major issue. All it was the distributor cap that can completely fried itself. The worse place for it to do that. Like an angel sent to protect you, T’a’yta was there to pick you up and save you. One of the few people in your life who’s done something out of the kindness of their heart.

Now, you had been freaking out what to make him for a dinner. It was your own stupidity who hadn’t thought about asking him what he likes. You had just let him leave. Not even a way to message him to make up for your mistake. So, you had to fall on what were probably stereotypes.

Meat.

T’a’yta looked like a predator. The fangs, claws, the muscle his body is corded with. He reminded you of some hunters from ancient civilizations with what he was adorn with. Basic metal armor that’s decorated with skulls and bones. One skull had been used as a pouch for something on his side. You never got the chance to fully look at everything he carried in that moment. The most important thought was to get your children home safely. T’a’yta allowed for that to happen.

On the last day, you had gotten home from a stressful day of work. Not a second had gone by as you tried your best to think of a dish that may entertain T’a’yta. You didn’t think he would truly care about what you feed him but it was your conscious that drove you like this. To prove to yourself you can take care of yourself, of your children, of a family.

Blame it all on that scum of a husband you had. It was all his fault for the way you feel currently. Not once were you good enough for him. No amount of food or flavor of food. No amount of love. No amount of bedroom time made him love you the same way after you gotten pregnant.

This was all his fault.

Wasn’t it?

Your knuckles turned white while gripping the counter. A cook book sat freely in front of you, opened to a random page. Yet, your eyes never took in a word.

“Mama okay?” Shawn called out to you and pulled on your pant leg. Instantly, you were snapped out of your thoughts. A façade of happiness plastered to your face before you pivoted and knelt down to pick him up. Shawn giggled and gripped onto your shirt.

“Of course, baby boy. Mama is perfectly okay. She’s just thinking about what to make for T’a’yta.” It was a lie. But, you didn’t want them to worry about you. You had to be the strong one here. The only one that stayed behind to take care of them. All they had was you in their lives.

“Pancakes!” Simon screamed from the living room before unsteadily sprinting into the kitchen. He stopped on a dime, nearly pushing himself head over heel. His eyes were on you with a crazed smile on his face. “Pancakes!” Your shoulders sagged. The tension leaving them.

Shawn was set back down on the ground. “Simon, sweetie, I don’t think T’a’yta will like Pancakes. He seems like the one to eat meat,” you explained to both of your children. Simon’s face twisted with his classic thinking face. It was dangerous for either of them to think so hard. They are trouble makers.

The second eldest, Simon, pumped his fists into the air. “Pancakes with ham…buger!” Even in your darkest times, your children knew how to make you smile. You snorted with a shake of your head. “Yeah, he eat that.”

Oh sweet child. You pet the top of Simon’s head. “Sweetheart, that’s not…” you trailed off when an idea hit you. Burgers. Maybe that was a fix to all of this. T’a’yta doesn’t seem like the one to have eaten much of human food. He wasn’t from around here. Anything you feed him would be new and hopefully exciting. God, why didn’t you think of that earlier instead of overthinking the entire situation?

With a sigh, you glanced towards the door. If that’s the case, you would need to run to the store. Money was a bit short at the moment, but it was the least you could do for T’a’yta. Treat him to a special meal for all of the trouble you had put him through. After thinking about it, you were craving a good burger. One of the things you could cook deliciously.

“Alright you two. We need to go to the store for some food, okay?” you told the two of them before preparing for going outside. This included getting your children ready and in their car seats.

This may get you weird looks but you placed both children inside the cart. Simon loves to wander off on his own and get into trouble. A lesson well learned. Shawn liked to stay pinned to your hip if he could. Unless Simon coaxes him to run off each other. It was safer this way for the two of them to have them in the cart. Neither could they knock things over and grab items they didn’t need.

The cart pushed around the isles of the store. Both of your children were enticed by the selection of bread and kept trying to say the names of them. They decided to make it a challenge to see who can saw the word the best, roping you into the game. You were able to multiple task with playing the game and grabbing the cheapest hamburger bread you could find.

Off to the next item on your mental list you had made. Of course, you had forgotten to write a list or even bring a pen or paper to make said list while here.

“Mama, look! Look,” Simon shouted and pointed at something on the end of the shelving units. It was multi colored gold fish. Ah, shit. “Want. I want!” Those are his favorite snack.

You pulled out the mom look both children know so well. “We have some at home. You can have some when we are done here.” Your voice turned stone cold. The last thing you wanted was a crabby child before having a dinner with T’a’yta.

Simon’s face twisted with a pout as he looked at you. His arms folded. Any other moment, you would’ve taken a picture because he looked so cute. Yet, the crowd of people made you want to snuff this issue as quickly as possible.

“Do not give me that face, mister. I will not tell you again.” The toddler age was the worst you’ve dealt with. The had big emotions and didn’t know how to deal with it. Neither did you. You were just trying to survive with your head above the water.

But, the child didn’t relent.

“You seem to fail at every step you take. Can’t even make a child listen to you.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You felt the way your chest seized as that familiar voice washed over you. You wanted nothing more than for the floor to spilt and swallow you whole.

There was no need to turn around and see those eyes you once were in love with. The same love that was reflected back onto you. Until the moment, he found out you were pregnant. All because of him.

Your knuckles turned white on the handle bar of the cart. Simon instantly read off of your energy and calmed down. Both of your children looked at the man standing behind you with their tiny eyebrows furrowed.

You slowly turned around and had to force yourself to still at the sight. There, in all of his glory was the man you never wanted to see again. Never wanted to speak with. A reason why you never wanted child support from him. Not that he would pay.

“Robert. Hi.” It sounded so force. The small smile on your face just a façade for the storm of emotions building inside of you. “Funny seeing you here.” Out of two years, to run into him after so long was a miracle. His job never worked with your schedule so it was impossible. That you thought of.

There she was. His new wife, pinned to his side like a trophy shank. No way were you jealous but you were disgusted he had decided to choose someone so young and fake at the same time. Freshly eighteen years old. Like the day she turned eighteen they got married. That poor thing.

His eyes roam over your form, taking note of basic clothes you were wearing. Disgust evident in his eyes. “You’ve changed,” he stated with hidden mockery. You knew he was thinking ‘not for the best’ after that. If only you could smack him so hard for his words.

“Kind of happens when the scum of a father dips on his children, leaving the mother to take care of twins,” you snarked back with venom in your voice. No one around was the wiser. Neither were your children as they stared dumbfounded at your change of energy.

The wife sneers at you. “Can’t blame a man when the woman can’t find the gym. He needs beauty in his life,” she retorts. You gritted your teeth, fists shaking at your sides. It took everything in your power not to leap across the space between the two of you and rip her apart. She doesn’t know the scum she had decided to marry. How he’ll leave her the same if she becomes pregnant. You almost felt bad.

“She could find the pantry just fine though,” Robert laughs then kisses his wife on the temple. “Any time I would look at her, she always would have some sort of snack.”

If only he knew the troubles of recovering from twin births. How defeated you were afterwards. How exhausted without the aid of your husband who was supposed to be there.

Knives pierced your heart. After all this time, it shouldn’t hurt, shouldn’t bother you. No amount of time can heal the wounds that ooze from your open heart.

How could the man you loved be so cruel?

Nothing could keep you here. There was no winning this two verses one. They would knock you down if you stayed until you had nothing to stand on. You decided to be the bigger person. You spun around and pushed the cart away. They cackled something else at you but the fuzziness in your ears made it hard to hear.

Darkness suddenly took over your vision. You skidded to a stop. Many other patrons were voicing their confusion and asking if anyone knew what happened. There was a shrieking scream before it cut off behind you. Your heart instantly pounded hard against it bony cage. You whipped around but all you could see was black.

Lights flashed back to life. You squinted through the pain. Only to notice that Robert and his wife weren’t where you last saw them. An uneasy feeling boiled in the pit of your stomach.

For the rest of the trip, you hurried along and got home in record time. Safely. Always safely with your children in the car. You tasked each kid with a small item they could carry up to the apartment. Simon was ecstatic. You carried the rest of the bags up the stairs and entered after both of your children.

All of the bags were placed down on the counters. Simon and Shawn looked up at you before holding out the tomato and onion your gave them. You thanked them with a sweet smile and took the items from them.

The earlier events still haunted you like it had happened a second ago. Their nasty words biting into your heart, tearing it into pieces all over again. All because you were the parent that stayed, the parent that took care of the children. Who cares that you gained weight. Who cares if your body wasn’t as tight as before. Yeah, your boobs hang. You’ve got too many stretch marks to count. But… gods, you do care. It does hurt to know you weren’t pleasing to anyone. That the person you’ve become, despite how strong you were, wasn’t good enough for anyone.

Tears pooled in your eyes. It took everything in your power not to break down sobbing in front of your children. They were your strength. They held you up. They made you strong. They made you into the person you were today.

With that strength, you sucked down the tears and stood back up. Only to jump when a hand lands on your shoulder. You whipped around with a fist flying. It was caught mid air in a firm but gentle hold.

“Ta-ta!” both of your children screamed and launched themselves at his legs. Each one taking space on their own respected leg and held on for dear life.

T’a’yta stood there, maskless, with a sheepish look to his older features. The Yautja cleared his throat and scratched at the back of neck. “I am sorry. I did not mean to scare you,” he apologized genuinely. Your racing heart started to ease up after realizing it was just him.

Then, what your children had said finally hit you. Oh shit. Okay, they need a new nickname for him besides what sounds like them trying to say boobies.

“Simon, Shawn… let’s not use that name.” Quick something easy for two, two years old to say. “Why not Tay-Tay? Yeah, that sounds much better!” Easy to say and for them to remember. Even you are struggling on saying his name.

Instead of using the first nickname, they listened to you and started to calling him that. Okay, one thing had gone right today. You smiled up at him and finally greeted him. Yet, a coppery scent caught you off guard. T’a’yta said your name again and brought you from your stupor. “Shit, sorry. What were you saying?” Today had been so weird and horrible. You were probably all messed up in the head.

The alien had paused for a moment to stare deeply into your eyes. Heat flushed to your cheeks when you noticed. You cleared your throat and turned your head away. T’a’yta blinked then leaned down and picked up each child. They were set off to the side. You spotted out of the corner of your eye his muscles tensing, as if he was ready to move closer to you.

“I got some food today,” you distracted him and moved around the counter towards the fridge, taking a bag with you. “I didn’t know what to really cook for you. Since our pallets may be different. But, I chose hamburgers. They’re really good, I promise.”

He stopped from advancing into your space and picked up his head to stand a little taller. “They sound good,” he agreed and eyed you carefully from his spot. You hadn���t missed the way his eyes narrowed on you. Were you wearing your heart on your sleeve or something?

You had to force the smile on your face to ease his nerves. Not that it worked. Just fake it until you make it. Or die trying.

“Yeah,” you agreed with a nod of your head. “They are. Plus, you can add so many different types of condiments and toppings to a burger. It’s the best.”

All of the non-dinner foods you picked up at the store were placed into a dinky fridge you had in the apartment. For once, your refrigerator looked somewhat full despite what a drain it was on your bank account. You pushed those dark thoughts to the back of your mind. Today has sucked enough. There’s no point in wallowing in it. Better to enjoy the rest of the day.

Before long, you had gotten well into cooking. Both of your children know when you’re in the kitchen, cooking not to step foot in there. That was one of your big rules you had to establish for them. They could ask for a snack or water. But it was meant to keep them from getting underfoot. There had been a time when you had accidentally kicked Simon into the cabinets. You felt terrible for so long after that. Even to this day.

Best thing about having someone else over, they could entertain Shawn and Simon for you. Every time you would glance over your shoulder, there was T’a’yta. He would be on the ground, even on his belly, playing with toys. Both of your boys were happy to have him join, more like beg for him to play with them.

There wasn’t even time for you to say he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to. One look at you, T’a’yta was in the living room, immersed in their world.

And that pulled at your heartstrings without you realizing it. Would your life look like this if Robert had stayed with you? Stayed through the thick of it? Not in this poor apartment. In a real house. With a father in their life that loved them.

Instantly, you scolded yourself for going down that dark path again and returned to finishing off the burgers and getting everything prepped. The condiments and sliced vegetables were set out for you and T’a’yta to use. You first made up the plates for Simon and Shawn, remembering what each child likes and doesn’t like.

Those plates were set down at the table where there booster chairs were. “Simon, Shawn, dinner is ready!” In union, they whined and gave you a pout. All to prolong their play time. One look at them had them coming towards the table. You swiftly put them in their chairs and strapped them in, letting them go to town on their cut up burger pieces and sauces.

T’a’yta entered afterwards. For such a towering beast who could barely stand at full height in your kitchen, he was silent. Even on the squeaky, old floorboards. His blue eyes were calming. You motioned for him to make his pick first. “Go right ahead. Eat, take all what you want. It’s the least I can do for you,” you urged the alien to take what he wanted. Not that you could pay him or cook for him well. But you still at least did something to show your gratitude.

His brown brows furrowed. He shook his massive head. The grey-blue tresses swayed at the movement. “No, you are to go first,” he retorted and refused to move from his spot.

“What? No,” you denied and crossed your arms. “You are a guest in my house. You deserve to go first.” It’s etiquette for an average person housing another.

The alien was unmoved and unbothered. “You brought the dinner home and made it. You deserve to eat first.” There was something in his eyes that solidified the knowledge that he wasn’t going to budge.

As much as you are stubborn to the bone, today had drained of the fight. The last thing you wanted to do was chase him away. Maybe this would encourage him to come by, stay for a while. Maybe enjoy a drink or two with you. Talk, be friends. He was nice and kind. You didn’t want to lose that.

With a reluctant sigh, you picked up a plate and prepared a burger in a way you loved. This was your only day in months you were able to indulge in yourself. Why not treat yourself the way you deserved? After the events today, you deserved it more than ever.

In the corner of your eye, you didn’t miss the slight quirk of his upper mandible. You pursed your lips before sitting down at the dinner table with the plate. This burger looked absolutely delicious.

Clearly, Simon and Shawn felt the same way. Half of their burger had been consumed so far. You snorted with a shake of your head at their antics.

To the right of you, T’a’yta took up the last remaining seat available in your small dinning room area. His size easily ate up all the space there, making you feel crowded to the wall behind you. Not that you minded.

Until that coppery smell in the air returned. It was clouded with T’a’yta’s natural musk. But that solidified the idea it was coming from him. He smelled like blood. What was he doing before he got here?

You tense up instinctively, due to your human nature as prey in the presence of a predator. You faced the burger on the plate and used it to distract yourself from what was coming off of him. It unnerved you with good reason. Without any good evidence, you decided to brush it off and under the rug until there was an opportunity to bring up. Plus, you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

The brown Yautja stared down at the burger before picking up and bringing up to his mouth. This had to be the first time he’d ever had a burger. This time, you spent the extra money to get the good patties. The flavor was in the meat and seasoning you had put on them.

Both of your children had nearly finished their own food by the time T’a’yta brought the food to his mouth. You reached to the side and wiped off some sauce on Simon’s face. T’a’yta bit into it and chewed. The way he ate wasn’t exactly what you had thought. Not that you had thought about it actually. Seeing it happen right in front of you was different though.

When he made no looks of disgust, you were relieved. Actually he looked pleased and quickly took a second bit. Your shoulders released all of the tension they were holding onto. You finally start to consume your own when Simon and Shawn whine to be let down.

T’a’yta was on his feet before you could even will the thought into existence. Despite the size difference between his hands and the plastic buckles, he made quick work of them. Each child was carefully taken out of the seat and onto the ground. You stared at him, lips slightly parted. He had done that… without you asking.

Fuck, why was your heart racing?

“You, you didn’t have to do that. I could’ve,” you explained to him, now feeling a little guilty the guest had to do that for you.

“No. You eat your food. I have it right here,” he argued and left no room for butting back at him. He had shut you down so quickly in a polite manner that you didn’t know what to do. You flapped your jaw a little before clearing your throat and returning to your meal.

Once dinner was finished, you were ready to get up and clean up the rest of the dishes when the plate was stolen. Right from underneath your nose. You tried to grab it but T’a’yta only had to lift it up slightly higher and step away. “Hey! What are you doing?”

The plates were set down in the sink. Then, his massive form came back over to you. You didn’t have a chance to complain when his arms scooped you from underneath and lifted you up. The wooden chair left your bottom. T’a’yta carried out of the dining room and into the living room where your children were playing.

He set you down on the couch and pointed a sharpened finger. “Stay.” He pivoted on his heel and marched back into the kitchen. You sat there. You kept blinking blankly multiple times and moving your lips.

“Huh?!” you absolutely flabbergasted at his stern but kind actions. Why in the world was the guest doing this? And why was is working?! Your confusion aided T’a’yta. He was already in the kitchen and scrubbing away at the dishes when you got to your feet and raced after him.

“Hold up, mister. This isn’t how this wor-ack!” you attempted to scold him when he picks you back up and tosses you onto the couch.

A finger was pointed at you. “I said stay.” T’a’yta spun on his heel gracefully and marched back into the kitchen. You played the same game and earned the same results. Until, finally, you got the point after the four attempt. Fine, if he wants to do them, then be your guest. You huffed and crossed your arms, sinking further into the couch.

In their own world, your children played with their toys in the middle of the living room. You decided to turn on the T.V. to distract yourself from T’a’yta doing the dishes. That little… If your boys weren’t present, you would’ve said some choice words. Because he was the guest. It was your duty as the host to care for him. The least he deserved.

It didn’t take him long before the dishes were cleaned and set on the drying rack. God, he even cleaned them instead of filling up the dishwasher. T’a’yta wiped his hands dry and walked back into the living room.

“You didn’t have to do that… thank you,” you voiced your gratitude to him. A small, genuine smile graced your features.

T’a’yta stood up a little taller. “You made the food. I clean up. It’s a fair deal.” Though, in a way, he was right about that. You still felt guilty for just letting him clean the dishes. Even if you put up a massive fit about it. The alien was standing directly in front of you and looked down at your form curled up on the couch.

Nervous under his intense gaze, you played with the edge of a blanket while looking down in your lap. “Was it good?” you asked him with a timid voice. T’a’yta knelt down to your level and used a hand to tilt your chin back up. His blue eyes bored into yours.

A soft purr started in the back of his throat. “Very.”

With him being this close to you, the coppery tang in the air came back. Your brows furrowed. It felt like you were missing pieces of a puzzle. “Why do you smell like blood?”

Despite being asked such an insane question, the alien acted no different. His mandibles twitched a little. “I took care of an issue that was bothering you,” he stated anonymously. Your confusion only deepened. What did he mean by that? What problems were you were having? He hasn’t been around to know if you were struggling much besides your car.

“At the store. Those worthless oomans were bothering you.”

Freezing cold water washed over you. Robert and his wife. The blackout. The scream. You tried to move back, deeper into the couch but it was pointless.

“The names they called you. Such a disgrace of a donor. That is no father.” Of course, everything he said was right. Everything Robert had put you through. But you weren’t expecting for T’a’yta to outright say it. “He isn’t worth your tears, your sorrow.” You hadn’t even noticed the tears that pool in your eyes.

“Y-you killed them?” you gasped and looked at his with terror. T’a’yta simply nodded his head. The entirety of your body should’ve froze. Yet, there was a small part in the back of your mind that consumed the knowledge. T’a’yta had killed Robert and the scum. They were gone. You wouldn’t have to worry about seeing them ever again. They would never be in your life again.

Maybe, you were a little happier than you had originally let on.

His thumb stroked your cheek. You knew you should’ve pushed him away, ran, called the cops. But… there was that small part of your brain that whispered to you. The voice only grew louder and louder too. He had killed them. For you.

Strangely, this is the greatest thing someone has ever done for you.

“Do you want to stay around for awhile?” you blurted out, trying to overcome your anxious thoughts.

T’a’yta grinned and glanced over at the clueless children. That’s when you realized what position you could ask him to take. They do need a father in their life.

“Yes, I will.”

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[moonbaby26]

As we know, Oda made the original seven warlords all animal themed. With Doflamingo -duh- being a flamingo 🦩💖. But in this post I wanted to add the additional reasons I find it funny that my favorite warlord is indeed, a bird. Because most birds are chaotic, evil trainwrecks if you didn’t know! Do not be fooled by their elegant propaganda of the American bald eagle, peacock, and such.

Far more bird species are of the hissing/unpredictable/possessive/oversexed/homicidal/drama queen variety.

And as part of my example, I will be introducing my pet cockatiel! He is a male, lutino color variant. I took him to the avian vet recently to get a quick nail trim (he treats my arm like a bloodied ski slope with his little feet razors otherwise).

The likeness is uncanny, right? Spiked up blond hairdo and all. 🤣

But here is my rambling list below of why Doflamingo fits the bird theming beyond just his aesthetics. Note, all species are different. These are just generalities.

1. Birds are needy, attention whores. Realistically, this comes from wanting the attention and safety of their flock. And my bird gets plenty of out of cage time with us. But oh my god, sometimes if he hears me so much as sneeze and he can’t see me…WHY AM I IN THE HOUSE, BUT NOT WITH HIM!? WHY!? RED ALERT. He starts flock calling for me, and I must respond with at least a whistle or he will begin screaming. Because surely, someone must be murdering me if I don’t come to him immediately.

2. They are complete horndogs. Seriously, everyone thinks humping inappropriate things is a male dog exclusive problem. Nope. There are professional bird behaviorists that people literally pay to come teach them how to calm their pet birds’ sexual aggression and the nightmare that can become. You have to be mindful of how you interact with them, lest they start thinking YOU are their mate and begin attacking anyone else in the house who is not you. Because they are jealous. So jealous. I only pet/preen my bird on his head. As that is perfectly platonic flock behavior. But touching anywhere else (back or chest for example) can make them think it’s sexy time. Male birds will hump the utter hell out of “favorite” objects. Birds kept with others must be monitored that no one is getting ganged up on. But it happens in the wild too. Female ducks need pepper spray or self defense classes. I’ll just leave it at that.

3. They are murderous/violent, and easily overstimulated. So my bird weighs around 80 grams give or take. As an adult human, he’s not going to take me down anytime soon. But if he wanted to, he likely could bite me hard enough to go to the bone. He never has truly bitten me, but I watch his body language. He runs up wanting to be petted. Or sits on me long enough that he falls asleep. He likes to be together, but always on his terms. If I touched him too much, or when he didn’t want it, he’d definitely bite me. People have lost eyes to larger birds. People have had to have reconstructive surgery from parrot bites. They can crush whole nuts in their beak. So what do you think they’ll do to your face when they are sitting on your shoulder and suddenly get triggered (which they very easily are)? Humans have been drowned by swans. And forget it when it comes to something like the Cassowary. You’re already dead if they really wanted you to be.

4. They are opportunistic. Oh look, more murder! People think only birds of prey are the true meat eaters. But a pelican would eat you if it thought it could swallow you. Even the smallest birds have been observed killing other birds and small mammals if they can. Food is food. They are not cute to their victims. They are survivalists. No mercy. Ever. Some baby birds actually eat their own nestmates if one sibling is stronger than the others (sorry Rosi, there really was a precedent for that 😰).

5. They are territorial. And still more murder! In my own yard we have birdhouses made for Eastern bluebirds. They’re a species that legit benefits from human intervention as bluebirds will only nest in cavities, which they have less of now because of deforestation and competition with non native species taking said cavities. Non native species (for the US anyway) of the European house sparrow in particular. House sparrows are tiny. Smaller than a bluebird. But they will slaughter a bluebird family. All over territory during breeding season. They enter the bluebird nest and will peck even the adult bluebirds to death if they can catch them on the nest. They killed a male bluebird of ours this way. Now we put up “sparrow spookers” on our active bluebird nests once eggs are in the box. It’s just mylar streamers that blow in the wind, and the sparrows are afraid to fly through it. But every breeding season we have to go through this again. Basically Riku dynasty versus Donquixote dynasty in our backyard with the invading house sparrows.

And I could go on and on really, about greed, mood swings, vanity, etc. But you get the idea now. Murder, sex, and bright plumage. Heavy emphasis on the murder especially. He really is a bird in every sense of the word. 😅

Edit: Oh! And I forgot grudges! Some birds will hold a grudge for ages. Just ask a crow. I thought my bird would be over my betrayal of the vet visit by today. Nah. He’s still pissed. He won’t come to me right now. He fakes me out to offer my hand to him, then says, nah, bitch! And opens his mouth like he rather bite. It’ll be a few days I guess. 🤣 Never betray a Donquixote!

[dmercer91]

hi!! could i request headcanons for jealous mark estapa?

jealous! mark headcanons, me94

have i ever mentioned my undying love for men who refuse to stay out of the penalty box? well i'm mentioning it now. i love a goon

sorry this is a little short!

he doesn’t try and come off as jealous because in no world is it your fault

you didn’t do anything to make him question you, but everyone’s a little insecure about something

he thinks you’re so, so beautiful and that you could have anyone you wanted, and it doesn’t help that other guys make it clear that they want a chance with you

so he always has an arm around you

he gives lots of forehead kisses out in public and shockingly enough he loves pda

when you’re out for lunch with people hes so giddy to have you tucked under his arm with your head on his chest

he gives you a kiss before warmups at every home game

you’ll go over to the bench and he leans over the boards for you

a lot of the guys think you two are grossly adorable

during the summer if he’s feeling a little down on himself he gets a little more jealous than he’d like to admit

you’re on a lounge chair, tanning in all your glory and there are tons of attractive guys around eyeing you as you read

and mark just lays down right on top of you and gives you a kiss on the shoulder

you jokingly scold him for blocking the sun, saying it’s like he wants you to stay your winter shade

he just pouts and sticks his head into your neck and you understand that he gets needy when he’s jealous

so you keep reading your book and play with his hair while he calms himself

he is never, ever gonna tell you to cover yourself for his sake but when you’re at the beach or something and someone’s eyes are boring into you, you know he doesn’t feel good about it

so you’ll ask to borrow his shirt cause you’re cold and then you’ll spend a while laying on your towel with him, tracing his abs and biceps cause he loves it

“you’re so handsome, marky,”

and you kiss him on the cheek with your hands on his hip bones and suddenly he feels like a god

he can get to be a bit of an attention whore

if he’s spent too long sharing you with your friends during the day, he wants to be home early so he can get some undivided attention

the attention being you riding him

mumbling his name over and over while you’re coming

and it inflates his ego like crazy

but sometimes that’s necessary, he deserves to feel secure in himself like that

“you could have anyone you wanted, baby, n’ you chose me,”

“mh, cause you’re the only one i want,”

if other guys get a little too pushy, their stares turn into flirting and they’re downright trying to get with you, that’s when he can’t hold himself back

on ice mark comes out for a minute to protect you and you fully support that

“stop talking to my girl like she’s a piece of meat, fucking prick,”

“she can do better, bud” “i can make you look worse,”

if it needs to go that far he proves that comment true

you’ve only had to bandage up his hands one or two times, which you secretly love

your very hot boyfriend just decked someone in your honour and you get to play nurse with his bloody knuckles? that’s a win for everyone, honestly

mark is so boyfriend coded i could cry

[soppingwetlegs]

AgedUp!ProBakugo(21) x Plus sized reader (fem)

sorry I needed to make this or I was going to go insane. this is basically about me fr. I’m tired.

***you and Bakugo recently started dating, he saved you during one of his missions and you wanted to thank him by making him dinner, he’s been obsessed with you ever since. Tonight he finally wants to introduce you to his two closest friends (minus Deku sorry)***

warnings: swearing, insecure!gf, fluff, bakugo being a protective angry cute ass fucker.

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You felt a ball of nerves forming in your stomach after the question your boyfriend just asked you. “Hey, we’re getting dinner with my friends tonight, got it?” Okay, so maybe question was the wrong word. Due to your lack of response Katsuki turns to look at you, seeing the stressed expression that graced your features. “What’s a’matter with you?” The question snapped you out of your anxious thoughts and you blurt out a small “do I..have to go?”

Katsuki looks at you, obviously confused. “Of course you have to go, idiot. You’re my girlfriend and you haven’t met my friends yet, they’ve been dying to meet you what’s the problem?” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you mumble a response. “Wha’d ya say?” You look up to meet his piercing gaze that was laced with concern. You sigh “it’s just…I don’t know. I’m…bigger.. what if they think I’m ugly?”

Katsuki scrunches his face up in anger. “What the fuck are you on about? Why would they think you’re ugly?! Do you think you’re ugly?” You look down and stare at your hands. “I mean…sometimes..yeah..” you say, your voice soft. Katsuki’s expression shifts from angry to sympathetic. “Baby…c’mere..” he gestures to the spot next to him on the couch and you sadly walk over and sit next to the man, he takes your small soft hands in his rough calloused ones. “You are so damn beautiful..why would you ever think you’re ugly? Just hearing you say that dumb shit pisses me off.”

You shrug. “I don’t know..I just always see the beautiful girls on the other hero’s arms and they’re always way smaller than I am..nothing against them of course it just makes me feel a bit insecure..I feel like a handsome hero like you deserves to be with a woman equally as beautiful.” As you continue your explanation Katsuki becomes more upset. He had no idea your self image was so low. He reaches over and gently grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You are equally as beautiful. I had no idea you thought so little of yourself. I love every inch of your body, y/n. I don’t need a little twig bitch anyways, you think they could handle me?! Nah, I need a woman with some meat on ‘er bones so I can be rough.” He says, making you chuckle. “That’s body shaming, kats..but thank you, you’re sweet.” You say as you kiss his cheek.

You swallow your nerves and decide to go to dinner which absolutely thrilled Katsuki. You put on a blush pink dress that showcases your curves nicely, soft makeup to match and a pair of simple white flats, you’ve always hated heels, but sneakers felt too Demi. Once you were ready you met Katsuki downstairs, his eyes widen when he takes in your appearance. “God DAMN I’m so lucky..” he grabs your waist and pulls you against him, feeling up your hips and leaving feather like kisses along your neck. “I changed my mind, let’s stay home..go back upstairs.” He says in a husky voice causing you to giggle and a light blush to grace your features. “Katsss stop, I just spent so long getting ready and mentally preparing, we can’t back out now just cause you have a boner. Come on.” With a dramatic huff and a slew of cuss words we walked out the door and got in the car, heading to the restaurant.

We arrive to the restaurant, it’s a local steakhouse so it’s nothing too flashy. You were thankful your outfit was appropriate though, not too much, not too little. We walk inside and a red haired man shouts across the restaurant. “Hey, bakubro!! Get your ass over here, man!” Katsuki glares at him as we walk over to the table. “Don’t ever shout at me or tell me what to do again, shitty hair!” The man just rolls his eyes and gestures for us to have a seat, clearly used to Katsuki’s temperament. “So who’s this babe on your arm, Bakugo? Surely not your girlfriend, she’s waaay too hot for you.” You blush and stifle a giggle as you see Katsuki’s unimpressed expression. You reach your hand across the table with a soft smile. “I’m y/n, and you are?” He shakes your hand happily. “The names Eijiro Kirishima, but you probably know me as “Red Riot”, I’m kind of a big deal.” Katsuki scoffs. “You’re not even in the top 10, idiot. “Big deal” yeah, maybe in your mom’s eyes.” You nudge his arm and shoot him a look. “I’ve actually seen you on tv! Your quirk is really cool Eijiro.” You say with a little smirk. “Thank you y/n. Wow, Bakugo, too hot for you and too nice for you. How’d ya manage to bag this dime?” Katsuki clenches his jaw. “Shut up you idiot!”

After a bit more talking and joking with Eijiro another man arrives at the table, he has bright yellow hair and a shit eating grin on his face as he sees you next to Katsuki. “Woah woah woah, ma’am are you being held here against your will? Did this man force you to be here?” If looks could kill, the man would be dead where he stood with how Katsuki is looking at him. “I swear to god I will murder you, sparky.” Once again this man seems very used to Katsuki’s temper, he laughs it off and sits next to Eijiro, sharing a simple greeting before turning his attention back to you. “So, does this angel have a name?” Katsuki clenches his jaw. “Her name is y/n and she’s mine, got it, pikachu?” You reach your hand across the table to shake his. “It’s wonderful to meet you..uh..pikachu?” Katsuki and Eijiro both share a laugh at the yellow haired man’s expense. “N-no..my name is Denki Kaminari. Blasty over here is just a dick.” You chuckle and correct yourself. “Sorry about that, Denki.”

We all place our orders and talk amongst ourselves while we wait for the food, when the appetisers arrive we all grab a share and you eat while watching the boys talk. Denki glances over at you eating. “Damn lil mama, you sure can put it away!” You blush furiously as you set your fork down and stare at the table, feeling extremely insecure. Katsuki looks at Denki like he’s about to jump across the table. “Are you fucking dumb?!” Denki’s eyes widen. “W-what, Bakugo I was just making a joke! I was quoting white chicks! I-I didn’t mean anything bad by it, honest!” Denki holds his hands up in defense. “Keep your shitty references to yourself, idiot!” He grabs the plate of appetisers that we ordered and drags them closer to our side of the table. “You’re not getting anymore of our food, asshole.” Denki nods and looks at you apologetically before speaking. “I really didn’t mean any harm, y/n. I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.” You force a small smile. You know he meant no ill will but you can’t deny the tightness it caused in your chest. You felt even more embarrassed having everyone look at you. You swallow the lump in your throat before responding. “It’s okay, really. I’m just a little sensitive I guess..” you say with a small chuckle causing Katsuki to chime in again. “You’re not sensitive, he’s just a fucking dumbass. Say some shit like that again and I’ll destroy you, sparky.” With that, the whole situation was over.

We finished our meals and had a few more conversations before we all split the bill and went our separate ways. Denki apologized another 100 times before we left and you continuously reassured him that it wasn’t a problem. On the drive back to your apartment Katsuki had his hand resting on your soft thigh, “You sure you’re alright, baby? ‘Cause I have no issue with going to that sparky bastards house and blowing it up, jus’ say the words.” You smile at his offer but politely deny it. “I’m okay, Kats. It hurt my feelings sure but I know he didn’t mean anything by it.” He gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze and smirks at the small squeal it emitted from you, never taking his eyes off the road. “I love you y/n.” “I love you too, Kats.”

We arrive home and head inside, slipping off our shoes. Katsuki barely gives you time to shrug off your coat before he’s grabbing your waist from behind and kissing your neck and shoulders, gently caressing and squeezing your hips. “You looked so sexy tonight..could barely keep my eyes off ya..” he mumbles between kisses. You giggle and press your ass against his crotch before turning to face him, pulling him into a kiss. As you pull away you smirk at him and whisper. “How about we take this upstairs?” He kisses you one more time before smiling and smacking your ass. “Finally…god, I thought you’d never ask.”

***this might be dogshit idk. I think it’s cute. nobody talk to me for several years. this is also my first ever fic so let’s keep that in mind guys✋🏼😔🤚🏼***

[old-skyguy]

TMA fears as ASMR concepts

Disclaimer: I wrote this months ago in my notes app. This is not proofread in the *slightest*. So. It's gonna be shit. Lol. Enjoy, ig.

Also not canon compliant whatsoever so don't complain about that because I know.

-Michael Distortion: (POV: you're in the spiral) it's just 15 minutes of Michael whispering the same "baby sharchivist dododododo" tune and then him getting killed by Helen in the last minute.

-Nikola Orsinov does your skincare routine but it's just a direct parody of the Victor Van Dort does your Nails video where instead of the bts poster, the "blanket" is a black and white circus poster (see: Danny Stoker) that crumbles to ash when he puts it on. Also at the end she tries to do a "chemical peel" she found on "the internets". Michael comes in at the end and PRESIDENTIAL ALERT THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGG.

"Why are you screaming? that's very rude, you know. Especially after I talked to your BOSS for you. And that was NOT an enjoyable experience. He's such a tool >:(("

"Spill the tea, archivist" "oh sorry, did you want some? Sorry ...too bad. You can't have this :33" "WHERE ARE MY MANNERS??" *sticks pinky finger out* "there! Much better"

-Jane Prentiss' GRWM but she doesn't have any other clothes so it's just "time for the fit check!!" *Camera cuts to her dress for one (1) second* then her makeup is just dirt, dirt, and "the worms love you."

-Simon Fairchild and Michael Crew giggle with each other while huddled together and whispering/gossiping and asking "should we do it, should we do it?" "Yeah yeah let's be bad" while shushing each other while occasionally interacting with the listener for 5 minutes and then the rest of the video is just them torturing them via the ocean (them holding you underwater for 2 minutes with muffled gurgling bubble noises accompanied by underwater ocean sounds and silent panicking), throwing you into the sky at extreme velocity (sounds of air blasting your eardrums for a solid 3 minutes before an airplane hits you full force and you fall back into the ocean...which is another whole minute of falling and panicking.), and then the rest of the video is just them laughing while basically using your limp, dazed body as a kite.

-Elias Bouchard beats you with a metal pipe ASMR.

-POV: Gerard Keay breaks into your house at 2:27 AM and ransacks it looking for a LEITNER "WHERE TF IS I- oh. You're awake..Hi." before leaving through the window but he can't make himself fit through so it's just a full minute of him struggling and awkwardly laughing while apologizing over and over. All this time, he's wearing so much eyeliner, he looks like Jeff the Killer. You point this out and he just goes "Oh! Thank you! :D"

-"Buried Alive ASMR: You Get Buried Alive. You are getting buried alive. Someone is burying you. Alive. It is peaceful." (Unnecessarily long, redundant title for what's just screaming that gets slowly muffled as the video goes on and more dirt is piled on top of you before you start to sound content and just. Go to sleep. At that point. Snoring.)

-The Vase eats your boyfriend in the other room. It's just sounds of porcelain and snoring and fleshy eating sounds with ear eating but it slowly progresses to sounds that make less and less sense until it's just the skeleton sound effects from Minecraft.

-POV spiders crawl all over you. They have covered your door in spiderwebs. You fall asleep crying but wake up to being choked to death via spiders crawling inside you and blocking your windpipe.

-Jared Hopworth, the Boneturner, turns your bones with sounds of squishy flesh moving around in the background. At the end, you get eaten by The Monster Pig™ and meat (lol) the body of the missing clown.

-You get sacrificed to The Desolation. Sounds of distant screaming is heard in the right ear while sounds of maniacal/pained laughter is heard in the left. Fire crackles throughout the woods.

-You are getting chased by something. You get stalked with a lot of tension at the beginning; sticks cracking, creepy giggling, devious sounds all around. Your breathing is uneasy, but then the sounds stop and you breathe a sigh of relief and go back to stoking your campfire. Something growls and finally says "evening" and starts counting down. From 5. You bolt away from your campsite downhill for 2 minutes breathing heavily and fast before you trip on a stick and tumble down the mountain getting hit by trees and sent over rocks. You're about to pass out, but then you hear sniffing and growling in your direction and you get back up with an "o shit" and hide in a tree. When the monster sniffs out your hiding spot, it can't reach you. The rest of the video is slightly muffled Gangnam Style.

-POV: Peter Lukas kidnaps you, throws you in a sack, and you are put on a ship to a deserted island. This part is just sounds of boards creaking and boat rocking sounds while you fall asleep to the sounds of Peter's VERY heavy snoring. You're both startled awake by distant "land ho!" And a very gruff Peter's voice talking to himself going "I'm up I'm up ugh". Rustling of the bag is heard while he picks you up and fumbles around with you. You're getting passed around and jostled a bunch. At one point he burns his toast. Sounds of intense crunching can be heard from this along with him saying "elgh" as if disgusted. Finally, he brings you to the deck and throws you overboard onto a deserted island (your bones break and you scream "MY LEGS") before you can hear him far away saying "alright, set sail, we're done here." You manage to get out of the bag (you are wincing, the drop heavily contorted your body) and the sun shines at you while birds squack above and the coast crashes onto the shore. You slowly lose your mind.

-POV you're in the War™ and get shot in the arm and fall into a cave with one of your comerades. You guys shakily and awkwardly attempt to make small talk as you both bleed out on top of several hundreds of other corpses. The Piper is heard in the distance getting louder. When he finally gets to you after taking your friend, you fall into a bottomless pit while he's up there yelling "OH FUCKING COME ONNNN." When you get out on the other side after a minute of silence with faint sounds of "I will remember you" plays quietly through the silence. When you get out, Mike and Simon are snickering before you cough up blood when they start bursting out in laughter being like "I'm sorry I'm SO sorry really but it's JUST. SO FUNNY."

-POV: Robert Montauk is preparing to kill you, sharpening his tools and humming and whatnot before Julia comes in and asks what her dad's doing. While he's distracted, you escape the shitily tied knots and run through pitch dark while he chases you with an axe. "COME BACK. COME BACCKKK. YOU FUCKER I NEED YOU. FUCKER." You run into a church. Manuela Dominguez tries to apprehend you. It doesn't work. "Where the hell's Fairchild when you need him?"

Robert bursts through the church and gets pissed at you for making him scream curse words that his daughter could hear. Throws the axe at you. He misses. Now you have a weapon. You charge at him but fall through another pitch black hole where none other than yours truly are on the other side of it laughing their ASSES off just DYING. "OK. OK Whooooo. We SWEAR that was the last of it hahaha" "haha yeah just some guys bonding over a good laugh, you understand."

-The End. Just. An end screen.

You're dropped into Season one Jon's office and they (annoyed) take your statement. Typing sounds are heard while you frantically go "then the old guy..a-nd then the other old guy then the 2 old men and. And. Worm lady. Skin. Chemical peel." As they mumble "uh huh, yeah. Heh, heard that one before. No go on, go on." When statement ends, you leave but stay at the door to eavesdrop while they skepticize like "this man needs some antispychotics and he needs them NOW. Ugh. My job is utter buffoonery. MAHTIN."

You turn to walk away but get ambushed by Elias Bouchard. The last sound of the video is just a metal pipe hitting you over the head.

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Sew Me Up?"

*This involves CM Punk and this is a monster au where Punk is based off Emily from Corpse Bride and Drew is based off Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas*

*This is for @thlayli-ra and @afterdarkprincess ! Happy Halloween and happy bad blood day!*

“Man, I can't believe it fell off again!” Drew says with an annoyed whine. Drew was in the middle of a match when the stitches in his arm got ripped off so he had to finish and win the match with one arm. “One of the perks of being a doll made from different body parts” Drew says to himself with a laugh as he walks to his boyfriend's locker room. He walks into the room and sees his boyfriend trying to pull off his prosthetic leg. “Stupid thing!” Punk says as he tries to take off the slightly rusted metal limb.

“You need some help, love?” Drew asks, catching Punk's attention. “Yeah, fucking thing is latched on there tight!” Punk says frustratingly as he tries to yank the prosthetic off. “Calm down before you rip your whole fucking leg off!” Drew says seriously, causing Punk to stop and look at him. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't be complaining when you had a worse night than I had” he says with a sigh as Drew sits next to him.

“I actually won my match with just one arm and you don't see me whining like a wee baby do you?” Drew asks with a laugh causing Punk to roll his eyes. “Yeah yeah, now help me pull this off so I can let my bones breathe” Punk says as he and Drew both grab onto the prosthetic. With a few tugs they finally got the leg off, showing Punk's skeletal leg in the process. They then proceeded to pull off his prosthetic arm, showing off his skeletal arm as well.

“Holy fuck that feels better!” Punk says with relief as he flexes his limbs. “How come you don't just buy the new computer prosthetics?” Drew asks curiously as he grabs the rash ointment from his bag. “You know technology ain't my strong suit hon. Besides, I still have some meat that it can latch onto!” Punk says proudly as he pats the remaining flesh on his leg that's mostly his hip and thigh. “Yeah but do you really wanna deal with rashes all the time? I know it makes you uncomfortable every week” Drew says truthfully, causing Punk to sigh.

“I know but I'm afraid that it might malfunction or something during a match and it'll explode and I'll die! I know I'm already dead, being a corpse and all but… I don't want the last thing I see before I die is you crying and alone” Punk says as he feels tears start to form. He feels Drew gently grab his hand and interlace his fingers with his bony ones. “Phil” Drew says quietly, catching Punk's attention. “If you die then we can easily bring you back but if we can't then just know that my heart stops beating when yours does” Drew says with a gentle smile, causing blush to spread across Punk's blue skin.

“I don't know what I'd do without you dollface” Punk says with a laugh, causing Drew to playfully roll his eyes. “Probably get your bones stolen by the werewolves on the roster. Now let's put this cream on you so you can sew my arm up!” Drew says enthusiastically as he unscrews the cap with his teeth and squirts a bit on his hand. “I'm so confused on how I still get rashes when I'm literally a fucking dead body!” Punk says confusingly, causing Drew to giggle. “Just because we're dead doesn't mean we don't have a heart” Drew explains as he applies the cream on Punk's skin.

Punk sighs in relief when his boyfriend rubs the cream on the remaining flesh of his thigh and shoulder. Drew also rubs it on the exposed flesh where part of Punk's ribs are showing and on the hole in his face where part of his teeth and jaw bone are showing as well. “I think that's all of them! How are you feeling?” Drew asks as he gently holds Punk's face. “I wish you would never stop doing that” Punk says sweetly as he leans into Drew's touch.

Punk got startled when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw it was Drew's severed arm behind him and he watched as it crawled towards him and plopped itself into his lap. “I'm never gonna get used to your body parts doing that” Punk says as he grabs his sewing kit. “That's the price of dating a doll!” Drew says with a laugh as helps Punk hold his arm in place. “It just proves I'm in love with a person that's full of surprises” Punk says affectionately causing Drew to blush.

They sit in comfortable silence as Punk grabs some cotton stuffing from his bag and puts it in Drew's arm. “Now, which color thread do you want today?” Punk asks as he shows Drew the different color threads. “Surprise me! You always know what color looks best on me” Drew says as he closes his eyes, as if he's had to do this a hundred times before. Punk picks out a spool of purple thread, puts it through the needle and starts sewing.

“Do you wanna tell me the reason why your stitches came undone?” Punk asks as he watches Drew freeze up a bit. “I may or may not have gotten pissed off during the match and got my arm ripped off by the ref on accident” Drew says embarrassingly with blush across his cheeks. “You shouldn't let your anger take control while in the ring cause you'll never go far if you do” Punk says truthfully as he grabs some red thread next. “Yeah I know…” Drew says a bit sadly which Punk doesn't like.

“How come we never use fishing strings on you? It's effective and won't snap easily” Punk asks which makes Drew giggle a bit. “I don't think the aquatic monsters on the roster would like that” Drew says which causes Punk to smile. “What are they gonna do? Throw seashells at us? Maybe they'll send Aquaman to attack us!” Punk says playfully, causing Drew to burst out laughing. “Stop that! You're gonna make me burst my stitches!” Drew says through laughter.

“There's my little doll! You can look at your stitches now” Punk says happily as he puts away his sewing kit. Drew opens his eyes, looks over and gasps at seeing the interwoven threads on his arm. “They're so beautiful… I love them” Drew says as he gently traces the delicate stitching. “I knew you would like it! I thought the stitches would stand out more if I used two different colors” Punk explains as he puts away his prosthetics.

When he looks back up, his lips are automatically connected with Drew's in a loving kiss. He thought he was gonna die a second time everytime Drew kissed him. When they disconnect, Drew puts his forehead against Punk's. “I know I'm never gonna get those new digital prosthetics but I wouldn't mind getting new metal ones every couple of years if that makes you any better” Punk says quietly.

“I wouldn't mind renting some yoga videos to help with my anger. I love you so much Phil” Drew says affectionately. “I love you too Drew. Now let's go to the hotel! I wanna try a new trick in bed!” Punk says happily, causing Drew to giggle. “Does it involve you taking your head off again?” He asks as they put on their street clothes. “You know me so well” Punk says with a laugh as they walk out to the car hand-in-hand.

[catchyhuh]

RANKED BY HOW SQUEAMISH THEY GET AROUND BLOOD

self explanatory baby let’s get into it. except it’s not totally self explanatory because this accidentally bled (haha get it) into an analysis about how they handle seeing death too. THIS ONE GOT WILD

WARNING!! we’re not going to get like, excessively detailed, but there will be discussions of. you know. death, blood, violence, what happens when human bodies are shot and stabbed and the other grotesque shit that happens to them in this series. stuff like that! we’re going to be getting into it quite a bit so heads up

goemon is easily the LEAST bothered by the sight of blood, or gore in any capacity. not to say he’s fully desensitized to it-- on an objective level, it bothers him, like it would anybody, to see some undeserving living creature torn up like that. but his method of. you know. HANDLING PROBLEMS is a little bit messier than a gunshot from afar, so he got used to grizzly sights pretty quickly, ones that he himself was responsible for or otherwise. you could show goemon some absolutely horrific, mangled shit, and his expression would hardly change. he’s not very proud of that fact but i guess in that sense it’s the one thing in his training that really, REALLY 100% never fails to pay off.

the only reason jigen is SLIGHTLY more bothered by it (just slightly) is because he usually only sees uh. gunshot wounds, like we said, whereas when goemon is done with some monster of the week or whatever THAT guy looks like he fell into a person-sized papershredder. unfortunately he. is a LITTLE desensitized to bullet wounds, not in a malicious way, but it just does not bother him like it should since he sees it so, SO much. goemon can easily place himself in the shoes of a bloody victim, but jigen just sees a dead body as. a body. THIS ONE IS REALLY GRUESOME NOW THAT I’M WRITING IT I’M GONNA GO BACK AND ADJUST THAT TW

and again, fujiko is only SLIGHTLY above jigen here, too. the only difference is that she, like goemon, sees the human behind the meat a bit too much, and certain sights are just a bit too much. jigen shuts down entirely, but fujiko stares with quiet shock. however, she’s never bothered by the result of her OWN carnage, you know? sometimes jigen or goemon take down a particular guy and they go “damn… rest in peace, sorry bastard” BUT NOT FUJIKO LMAOOO fujiko does not misfire. fujiko does not regret a single knife thrown, a single bullet shot. so the visual results of that mean like, nothing to her. idiot had it coming!

you’re probably picking up that these are very faint increments here, AND WE’RE NOT STOPPING BECAUSE LUPIN ALSO IS ONLY SLIGHTLY MORE SENSITIVE THAN FUJIKO HERE like fujiko he does not hesitate killing a motherfucker if he has to, but (you may have noticed this in canon too) he always feels a bit… weird about it. even if the opposition 100% had it coming, and then some, it’s not the act of their rightful death that bothers him, but the fact HE had to be the one to do it, that there is (literally sometimes) blood on his hands. out of the gang he’s always been the most staunchly anti-murder, to the point anyone can tell lupin’s alleged involvement in a crime is a lie if there are any murder victims, where the others… have never tried to say they’d never take a human life IT’S NOT FUNNY BUT. IT’S A BIT FUNNY. THE GUY LEADING THESE VIOLENT CRIMINALS DRAWS THE LINE AT MURDER sorry we’re getting off topic a smidge. the point is, lupin is the type of guy who kills only through necessity but also faints when he gets his blood drawn just because the sight of his OWN blood is so gross ew!

and then the most abnormal normal guy! everybody say hi zenigata! it’s no question that he’s got the lowest murder count, (i feel like, not counting manga stuff, he’s maybe indirectly killed two people max?) and also tends to be the most (reasonably) sensitive about horrible shit like this. it’s not that he’s some weak link who faints when somebody’s arm is broken so badly the bone is sticking out, like no question he could stare down some shit you and i would easily be (AGAIN, REASONABLY) horrified and left in shock by. it’s just that in comparison to the others and the others alone, he would be the only one to be visibly alarmed and pale upon seeing a body left mutilated and twisted to the point it doesn’t look human anymore. but yeah based on rule of funny he’d ALSO faint when you draw his blood. or he would if the needle could get through his impossibly thick skin. what’s this motherfucker made of honestly

[dirtytransmasc]

If mama neytiri au Spider meet canon Spider and Jake he would go off on them about their hair. He would probably yell at them for a good few hours then make them sit down so he can fix there hair.

I think before she could even start yelling, she'd start crying.

her baby is flinching away from her, deathly afraid, hiding behind Jake but refusing to touch him. he fears them both, but her more then him. that's enough to break her heart right then and there; what could she have done to make this child fear her as if she was death herself.

then she gets a good look at him, he's thin and lanky despite the muscle he'd managed to build, he's dirty; between his hair, his caking of dirt just about everywhere, and the blue stains from paint make him seem as if he's never had a bath (and that is a horrifically possibile statement). his eyes are blown wide with fear and carry deep, dark bags underneath them, his lips are bitten raw.

Jake looks nothing like that, sure his hair is dreaded the same as spider, but it's clean, he has some meat on his bones, he doesn't look shell shocked like her son does. sure she's pissed about the hair, but what about his, their son, even if he was raised by another version of herself, that is still her baby.

she wants to touch him, hold him, make that pain and fear that weighs on him go away. but every time she takes a step forward he scurries back even as he tries to brace himself.

so she attempts a different strategy, she sits, offering him a chance to come to her. as much as she wants to speak, her words would be foreign to him, words of love and comfort from a mother, something be clearly does not have. so instead she gently pats the ground in front of her, giving him the permission to join her.

and to his credit he does, sitting more then an arms length away so she can't touch him, but that was more then enough for her.

"my child, I understand that... that I didn't raise you, and that you have suffered great pain from the version of me that did. I know you are scared and you are being so very brave, I just want to talk, can we do that?" she can't remember the last time she had to speak to her son so softly.

he nods, scootching a bit closer, and despite doing it seemingly on his own accord, he looks petrified, his whole body shaking slightly, his eyes averting her gaze.

"oh my child, I'm so sorry, you do not deserve the pain that had been afflicted upon you" she can't stop herself, the apology coming off her lips before she could even think about stopping it.

"it's... it's ok, it wasn't you," he tries to say, but it does not ease her.

"no, no it is not ok, no child deserves to suffer, no matter who or what they are, who they are born from, it should not matter. you did not deserve the challenges you have faced, and you deserve an apology, even if it's only from me." she shoots a glare at Jake, who has been standing still and quiet, as if his life was flashing before his eyes. he had something to do with this, that she knows, she feels it in the way a mother can sense danger without even seeing it.

the boy looks conflicted, wanting so desperately to rush to her, but still feeling fear ring around him, constricting him in place, feeling like he's choking. he wrings his hands, staring her down as if to decide the best course of action.

"it's ok sweet one, you don't have to do a thing. is it alright if I get a bit closer?" she wanted him to calm down, if only for her own hearts sake.

he nodded, scootching closer himself, the two meeting with their knees almost touching. she was so small compared to go her, smaller then her own son, the fear and lack of body mass (she doesn't want to even think of why, not yet) making him seem so much smaller then he was.

"who did this, to your hair?"

"I did," Jake interrupts, earning her teeth bared in his direction, she did not like this Jake, while her own had flaws, this man made her feel like her young were threatened. "he wanted his hair to be like ours."

"so I see... matting his hair and letting it gather filth is so much like the omatikaya," she muttered under her breath, almost earning a little laugh from the boy, though he did look a little bashful at the mention of his hair. Jake just but his lip and turned back to his staring at nothing

"did anyone show you how to wash hair like this little one?"

"...no" there was the shame, she anticipated it, doesn't mean she liked seeing it.

"that's ok, it wasn't your fault, someone should have been there to do it," she gently put out a hand, the boy leaning into it so she could look at his hair. "I can fix this for you, if you'd like?"

he looked at her with awe, barely containing his joy before nodding. "if... if it isn't too much to ask,"

"not at all my boy, I will fix this and then I will speak to your... I will speak to Jake," she smiled at him motioning for him to stand and come to her hut, showing him a pallet to sit on.

it took time, a lot of time, to detangle what she could and cut out what she couldn't, but she was dedicated to her task, cleaning it till it shone like her own son's hair. by the time she was down eclipse was starting, and he was exhausted.

"sleep my son, I will finish this in the morning."

"thank you... so much,"

"it is the very least you deserve, I wish I could fix it all, but I can't... this is what I can do for you, so I am going to do it to the best of my ability, because I love you, I love you and every potential version of my son that could ever exist. eywa had bonded my soul to you, and I will do my very best to appease the Great Mother and to be a good mother to you."

the boy looked at her with teary eyes, nudging into her, letting her wrap an arm around his little body.

"I will be back soon, I just have words for Jake, tomorrow I will do your hair try and think of how you would like it, I can do anything traditional or not."

"ok... ok mama," he said it cautiously, but smiled when she squeezed him tighter.

"I love you my son, now, sleep before I swaddle you like a baby," teased gently, ticking at his sides.

he obeyed, curling up where he laid, pulling a blanket over his shoulders, instantly giving into sleep (though the big heavy hand on his back did wonders to ease his mind).

once she was sure he was under for the night she went off to find Jake. she needed to understand why and how he treated spider to make a child so meek in body and mind, when in heart and soul he was stronger then most warriors.

she found him down by the stream, watching the water.

"what made him unlovable," she asked with no restraint.

"what?"

"the boy, spider you call him, my son, why could you and whatever other version if myself he was raised by, not love him?"

"she just never took to him, I guess I didn't either..." he spoke like a man who faced imminent death, one wrong move and she would skit his throat.

"and you neglected him why? not every person has room in their heart to love a child, but to doom him to never feeling clean, to being so small, so weak, why that?"

"he had a family of his own, we just... we let them take care of him, he just stuck around to play with our kids."

"that's not what he tells me Jake, he tells me he had no family, no one outside of the children, and you didn't know this? you just let him grow thinner and thinner, dirtier and dirtier, but do nothing?" she was so beyond angry, she was so close to screaming at him, but didn't only for the boys sake. "children, your own or not, are gifts if eywa, they are to be cherish and protected. why could you not do that, why did you violate one of the most sacred ways if eywa?"

"he was of the sky people, Neytiri, they hurt us, it was hard but we did our best to raise him"

"do not pretend that you did the best you could. the sky people robbed me if almost everything but when I saw his little smile, and his prefect little cheeks, and I heard his laugh I knew that the boy needed to be protected. I protect the kin of my greatest enemy because he was nothing but an infant. why did you allow yourself to blame him of people for simply existing?"

there was a long, thick, pause.

"I don't know."

"do better by that boy, even if that means you bathe and feed him like a proper parent, or so help me I will find a way to end you. change my mind, your Neytiri, change her mind, let her see the gift she has been given." that was all she said before walking back towards her hut, not knowing what may come next, she just knew she had a boy to go home to.

[ntls-24722]

PINING!!!!

OH YEAH BABY!!!! BARELY MUSIC MAN/FNAF RELATED WEIRD SOS LORE😭 SORRY GUYS THIS IS WHAT I POST

That is a corpse! They aren't actually. speaking. It was a weird dream sequence in my brain

There is a weird reverence for the existance and evolution of starfalls in the planetnid society because they see it as them being taken into better hands by nature that isn't the Oort Cloud's and even though it's very disturbing, nature is something that they're not used to and are fascinated by and being claimed by it, even though it's natural, is very special for them :]

Also!!! There are the bone bees and the bony piculet (not actually a piculet)!! Replacement for the bone ants and are a MASSIVE KEYSTONE SPECIES

The inside of planetnids are mostly huge expanses of empty space once the muscle and organs are gone but the bone bees(wasps?) actually make these massive bone-wax mounds/structures within the exoskeletons and are solely responsible for the terrain and environment within the exoskeletons that everything in there depends on once the muscle mass disappears.

One thing that does depend on it is the bony piculet, a bunch of woodpeckers (another resident of starfalls that make their nests in the solid teeth of the exoskeleons) that evolved to feed on and navigate the mounds. Their wings are beginning to degenerate in favor of claws but they are still able to glide a little bit.

weird sidenote. I actually began to wonder how planetnids would taste because the prospect of them being eaten by humans would be another little sprinkle of Fucked Up Salt on the mound of Fucked Up Salt but i realized that the umami flavor of meat is largely based on fat and therefore planetnids would taste like SHIT

planetnids, particularly the "comet" ones are not only emaciated but their fat is largely concentrated in two areas (their abdomen and most recently the palm of their hands, and this fat is extremely concentrated in these spots. there's like barely any marbling) and therefore it would be terribly sad meat at worst and below average at best. so no planetnid meat. good

Bonus younger Cameron! (him at 46 lol)

He used to be... scary as shit. lurking around abandoned areas with a gas mask and saw in hand. Don't worry guys he's just there to take pictures.

The gas mask, he wears mainly due to his fear of black mold but it also serves the purpose of hiding his identity if he gets caught trespassing. He carries the saw just to help get into places but it generally is a good idea to have some self defense on you just in case since you're in a place where no-one will find you

His exploration of various abandoned places actually leads to a mindfuck within Miguel because he continually recognizes the levels Miguel shows him. Though, it is a little funny that Miguel was always his type

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

6 (continued)

In which we get a closer look at Mercymorn.

And Harrow finds out how to undo the nerve root twist keeping her paralysed; she would do well to heed Mercymorn's warning, tbh. That could have ended badly.

“Lie, Harrow. Now.” “Fifteen,” you said immediately, hoping your own meat would not betray you.

Why does the Body bid Harrow to lie?

I said, Put an age requirement in the letter! I said, Everyone will be pubescent if you don’t! And now we reap what he sowed. Hiss.

Hiss 🤣 Lady Mercymorn, you're funny.

She was right in calling Harrow and Ianthe babies. Idk how old Ianthe is, but she's still young as well. They're young for regular humans, nevermind Lyctors.

“You’ve met our respected elder sister, I see,” Ianthe said. “She accused me of being twelve, called me one of those animaphiliacs, then told me I wasn’t as good looking as someone called Cyrus. It was like being back with Mummy,” she added, with a touch of fond nostalgia.

Good to know Ianthe got the same treatment. Sounds like some Mummy issues are abound as well.

And what is up with this shuttle? We will see.

"Well, Nonagesimus, they do see action when the Cohort suddenly loses three warships to as many orbital radiation missiles, which is three more warships than we’ve lost in the past thousand years,” said Ianthe.

Eighteen thousand dead??? I have a bad feeling about this. Flashbacks to the prologue, when they were under attack from... those insecty things, who seem to be related to that thing the Emperor was talking about before. The Resurrection Beast.

As he drew closer, you could see that he looked as though he had prepared in a hurry; he carried a small bag, hastily packed, slung over his shoulder—the ever-present tablet peeked out of his pocket, along with what seemed to be at least five styluses—and he was dressed simply, as per usual, in a black shirt and trousers.

You know, for the God-Emperor, so venerated by everyone around him, he really just seems like some normal guy. Some totally normal, extremely powerful, practically immortal guy. Kinda like the Lyctors. I wonder what his story is.

Each leaf was intertwined with a match-sized infant fingerbone.

Sorry, anatomy nitpicking again. Infants don't have much in the way of fingerbones, it's mostly still cartilage at that point. What bones they do have in their fingers are going to be much, much smaller than matches.

Unless cartilage counts as bone, for these purposes? We may never know.

He turned to find the beautiful ward completed on the wall, and the Seventh adept quietly dying on the floor. There was a whorl of blood down her front; at some point she had levered her syringe deep into her subclavian artery. [...] Her expression changed from glassy-eyed expectation to resignation; she rolled over to kiss the dusty floor of the shuttle. You and Ianthe were left blinking, eyes and noses streaming, as though you had just eaten something slightly too spicy.

Ah, well, it's not Quite resurrection, as she wasn't Quite dead yet, but close enough. Interesting, the externalised power here, affecting Ianthe and Harrow. I want to study the Emperor and his powers under a microscope.

The non-sequitur conversation between the Emperor and Mercymorn is unnerving. When they start talking again, I have no idea what they're on about. I'm going to keep reading, assuming it will all be explained to me in due course.

She was deeply excited. That starry, far-off gaze refocused on you, and she whispered coyly: “Should we hold hands, in girlish solidarity?” At your expression, she puffed away a strand of colourless hair and remarked, “You’re the one who investigated my tonsils.”

Lmao, good point. I'm guessing that means she doesn't know the reason for the kiss - which I can only take as good news.

The shuttle might as well have been empty for all that you could sense within, except for that single foetal bundle of thanergy lying still inside the coffin.

Cytherea's, if I remember correctly. Ominous that Thalergy remains this long after she died.

Ohhh, we're getting more insight into The River and how it works. Absolutely Fascinating. It's like subspace, but also the underworld/afterlife, and apparently, full of man-eating monsters.

Interesting!! Sounds like a great place to take your two babyfaced new Lyctors to/through.

Mercy said lowly: “It turned out that being sensible and brilliant and careful doesn’t keep you from getting ripped to shreds by ten thousand feral ghosts.” Ianthe said, “But the Beast—?” “Emerged unscathed twenty minutes later,” the Emperor said. And: “Life’s a bitch.”

I wholeheartedly agree. It seems everyone here is grieving in some way.

You recalled the enormous construction of regrowing bone, your hands encased in it so that you could not wrench yourself free, your mind voyaging nauseously into the chamber of another person’s brain. God said, “You’ll need that skillset now."

How conveniently the narration/Harrow's memories twist themselves to avoid ever even mentioning Gideon.

And they're in the River, and this concludes the liveblog for the night. See you probably tomorrow for Chapter 7.

[idiotwithanipad]

Some angst/ fluff because I'm in terrible pain and I don't wanna go through it alone😂

(TW: Mentions of child being slapped, Incestuous relationship mentioned (I'm so sorry but that's just the canon, I'm sorry🫥 confirmed in s2Xe4 and s3Xe5)

The journey had been long, taxing. Shul and Rogh had found what they'd been sent to look for, from four days out of the scrublands looking for a new home. Since the tribe needed to make a hasty retreat when their former cave was overrun by lions, many were lost in the freezing weather. They traveled for days, carrying anything they could until they'd come across peaceful land. Yet, it was a land with no protection against the cold, no cave. Some succumbed to hypothermia, others broke bones in the deep snow and others simply refused to eat or drink over the loss of their friends and family. It was an ugly time.

They had located more of a bunker than a cave; a hollowed out chalk pit beneath a cliff wall. Over the four days away from the rest of the tribe, Rogh and Shul had scouted the area and could see and smell no signs of threat, be it animal or rival tribe. Seeing that their situation was becoming desperate by the day, they decided to dig the bunker deeper, burrowing underneath the chalk cliff, a makeshift underground cave.

Their days of toil and anxiety were long and tedious, but, like all creatures, they couldn't beat the need to rest for a while. Shul built a fire from whatever dry wood they had left and pulled out scraps of meat from his leather satchel draped over his back. They rationed out each crudely cut chunk of meat between each other and held them over the flames to cook them. Shul's sunken in eyes scanned about their new 'cave', a clear sense of pride beaming from his crooked grin. With a wheezy chuckle, he thrusted the back of his wrist joyfully into Rogh's shoulder, expecting him to share the enthusiasm. Only to find an exhausted, concerned and sullen face above the flames, staring down into them like all of this meant nothing at all.

The grin on Shul's face melted away like an icicle in the summer sun, and he shuffled slightly to face his forlorn brother. He spoke in their ancient tongue, aided by hand gestures and body language.

"What wrong? Your face like stone. You okay?"

Rogh's eyes left the fire momentarily and flicked over to Shul. His lower eyelids twitched for a moment before he looked as though he were about to respond, but he cut himself off with a silence sigh and stoked the fire with the end of his spear. Rogh was never this quiet after a good days work; he'd usually be the life of the party, cheering to everyone and looking for the nearest puddle to start the 'party' off with a bang. Shul huffed and gripped Rogh's wrist, pulling it back away from the fire and staring right at him; eye contact always broke Rogh, it was how many members of the tribe got him to confess things, good or bad.

Rogh pulled his wrist out of his brother's hand gently and leaned back against the chalk wall. Without looking at Shul, he gestured.

"Riva big sick. She have baby soon. She get big" Rogh gestured to Shul, an invisible mound at the bottom of his gut, pantomiming a pregnant woman.

"Can't walk good. Out of breath big fast. Me worried..." Rogh gave a dry blink and let his arms slump down to his sides.

Shul's eyes flicked back towards the fire briefly before his hand came up to pat against Rogh's pelted shoulder reasuringly.

"Our sister big willed. She have big spirit. Moonah see to that she and baby safe" Shul said as he forced a reassuring grin.

"She not as big willed when we leave tribe to find new home... Could tell...."

The tribe handed out pelts and scraps of food to each other to share. Children and babies huddled beneath the biggest furs and mammoth wool rugs, women and elders trying to create a fire to protect themselves from animals while the men stood guard around them like soldiers pointing their spears at every twig that snapped in the distance and every time a bird flapped from a high tree branch above.

Rogh handed his club to his nephew, huddled between other children he knew well enough to call his own. The boys speckled blue eyes lit up as though he'd been given a rare and sacred gift.

"You keep for uncle Rogh, you make whack big hard, kill even a deer with that" Rogh gave a wink and a soft huff as he rose back to his feet from where he crouched in front of the boy, who's friends and cousins were now gazing at the club like it was a holy grail.

There was one more person he needed to see before he and his older brother, Shul, went on their search for a new home for the tribe. Rogh made his way over to a nearby pine tree and crouched in front a very pregnant, barely conscious woman, slumped against the winding roots. Her face was strained and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Whistling and wheezing echoed in each breath she took.

Rogh's knuckles prodded softly against her burning hot cheek, and her eyes cracked open slightly.

"We leave for search now. How you feel?" Rogh almost didn't want to know the answer, he felt as though he could feel it within himself just by looking at her.

The woman drew in a sharp breath and righted herself against the tree.

"Will be okay. Me the girl who survived father giving me big slap with stick after me drink a palm full of puddle water as child. Me survive this too" She seemed to have intended that statement to be humorous, but instead of his sister's usual stoic attitude, what came out was a broken and shrill whimper.

Rogh couldn't smile, even though he wanted to; the condition his sister was in made his hope burn away like a dry leaf in the fire. She recoiled again, letting out a strained groan of discomfort and clasping her hand on her bulbous stomach. Rogh's gaze shifted to where his sister's hand was clamped, and, almost out of instinct, he reached out his own hand, placing it beside her's. For a brief second, Rogh felt something. Something small, but strong. It prodded against his palm for a few seconds and then did it again.

His eyes widened in a mixture of confusion and horror as he reeled his hand away and stuttered out some incomprehensible nonsense. Riva picked up a fistful of snow and hurled it at him to shut him up.

"Big idiot! Mother tell me that normal, only baby. Mean baby be born soon. Hurry and find new cave so baby will be warm when born" His sister's tone was serious, the glare under her heavy brow was all Rogh needed to know that she meant business.

Rogh calmed his rapid breathing and dusted off the slightly melted snow against his furs, crouching down in front of Riva again. He gave a single nod and pressed his knuckles to her forehead. Her rock solid face cracked and gave way to a gentle smile. Her own knuckles came up and bumped against Rogh's brow, just as Shul approached and huffed down at her. She gave him a nod of approval and lowered her hand.

Rogh looked over at his older brother, who tossed a spear to him. Catching it in his hand, he rose to his feet and gave his sister a determined nod. The two men strode away from the tribe with promises of a new home being found before the next full Moonah.

[erigold13261]

I fucking love the curses' hands so much. Gonna rambling about them because I can and no one can stop me.

-Hanami:

Her hands is definitely one of my favorites! I have a picture of her on my desktop and I always stare at her hands (fucking love them!)

To me, her fingers are long and thin but still has a sturdiness to them. Like roots to a tree or even skeletal but in a big boned kind of way. Yet she still could be seen as having pianist fingers.

Very flexible, sometime even angular, though still has a boxy feel to them while also not taking up much room. Like if she held an average human's hand, her hand would absolutely be bigger but still could easily intertwine fingers together because of how thin her fingers are in comparison to other's.

Also, just the hole in her left hand is amazing. Not even talking about the coloring and how the fingers and arms are inverted of each other color-wise. They are so pretty to look at!

Honestly I wouldn't mind running my own fingers up and down her hand just to trace her hand because it just seems so interesting to me. Even just playing around with tracing where the color meets on her knuckles or around her hand hole is just so ARGH! I LOVE!

(headcanon that her left arm twists like a tree branch. There is a manga panel, I think when she is absorbing the plants life, that makes her arm look like a twisted tree root/stump and I love it and need to draw it like that more often)

Also, I'm sorry but look! The hole in her hand for the afterlife meeting kinda looks like a flower! I know that it's just a shorthand to show the whole while also giving it texture and to possibly imply the fingers being seen through it, but come on! It looks like a flower! :D

-Jogo:

These are the angular fingers I love! Angular yet blocky.

Like the joints themselves are very angular and thin, but then the overall fingers are blocky especially at the fingertips.

His hands very much feel like old man hands and I love that. Like you can see the tendons in his hands that move his fingers a lot of the time, plus wrinkles around and emphasized joints.

I wish the anime kept the black nails like how he has in the manga. It really helps gives his hand some extra contrast and definition. Also they just look amazing on him as well lol.

Probably really warm bordering on hot to the touch.

It really sucks that Jogo lost his hands so much. That man can't keep his hands attached if his life depended on it (and it usually did).

-Mahito:

Mahito's hands feel really muscular and secure. Like they have a good amount of meat on them and take up a lot of space. Can probably be very comforting to hold/touch if you know you aren't going to be transfigured if you do get a grab.

Even his little mouth hands feel like they follow these traits of being on the bigger size with more cushion to them.

Lots of muscles in those hands. Very strong. Probably really warm too (well he's a curse so maybe not warm, but if he was a human than absolutely. Those are the hands you want giving you a back rub).

And now, of course this is talking about his "usual" hands and not any of his transfigured hands he does. Like when he makes his hands big or into other things entirely. Though these can all be said for his Self-Embodiment of Perfection hands as well!

-Dagon:

The biggest mitts of them all! Dagon my baby!

I HATE that we don't see baby Dagon's hands more! They looked amazing! Makes me think of frog feet honestly. Like the fingertips are slightly bigger than the rest of the fingers. Also the fact they only have 4 fingers as a baby is something I really like.

Their whole hand is just so big to. Like not even proportional to the body, is just a big hamd! That's not even counting for the overall fact that Dagon is a bigger curse, so if they held your hand or head in their hands just as a baby, let alone evolved, you would be fully enveloped by the octo hands!

Now for evolved Dagon, dems big hands too! So big that half the time they are barely drawn with a wrist, it just goes from arm to hand with no like definition. You know what I mean? Like usually the base of the hand is bigger than the wrist itself, but for Dagon the wrist and base of the hand are the same size coming from the arm itself. Just so damn big!

And like, even compared to Mahito, who I see has having meatier hands, Dagon's hands have even more meat to them. If relaxed, those things are super soft and squishy, but when stressed/flexed you got yourself some nice muscles in there! (very much Shrek hands)

The fingers themselves are pretty short and stubby honestly. Nothing like the other curses who have fairly longer fingers or fingers that appear to be long because of how thin they are.

Also probably the coldest hands of the bunch? Damp, cold, big. Perfect for this heatwave I'm in at the moment lol.

They're just so big. I love them.

-Ko-Guy:

Muscular but thin hands. Or maybe just really bony? Like they have definition of angles to them, and are sharp, but also really thin, so definitely does not have a lot of meat on them.

Really love the claws he has on his hands! Very nice!

Did you notice the different between the way his arms are drawn in the manga vs the anime? The manga look like normal arms in all honesty, but in the anime the like end of the arm/close to the wrist area looks weird. I wonder why that is?

Maybe it is a bug wrist thing they added, but it looks like extra meat or a bone between the Ulna and Radius to be honest with you. I honestly think that kind of design would fit really well on Hanami because it kinda looks like how a tree forms! lol

-Smallpox Deity:

Big! Long fingers! Muscular? Definitely some meat on them fingers!

I also think she would have some bumps on her hands. In the manga and anime there is only a few bumps on her hands, mainly only going a little bit past the wrist, so the bumps on her hands probably aren't as prominent as on her arms.

I can also see them being a bit hairy. Hairy and bumpy!

-Kurourushi:

Only got the manga (and very little of it) to work off of here (can't wait for him to be animated!)

But I feel like his hands are blocky. Sharp, angular, and blocky. Kinda like Jogo's where the joints themselves are angular and sharp, but still have a boxy feel to them.

Though for me, my headcanons for his hands are very sharp and angular, but also segmented. Like how a bug's limbs are segments, his finger joints would be (and technically the rest of his arm).

So very sharp joints, kinda pointed out as the middle of the finger comes in, almost like bones kinda? Very hard, probably not comfortable to hold at all. However if he lightly runs his fingertips along your skin then it would probably feel amazing!

-Mannequin Curse:

Absolutely segmented. These are puppet hands right here. At least when they are awake. Otherwise their hands are technically those non moving hands that most mannequins have.

However, I do like the idea that they can change their hand to be that non opposable hand when awake if they want, but usually has their hand segmented and able to move.

Very much no meat, they feel like plastic. Hard and cold. Press those hands up against your head when you are sick and they are the best thing ever!

I guess they would actually be pretty hard as well. Not the best for hand holding but would be great for drawing!

-Roppongi Curse:

Okay, now THESE are frog hands lol! Old man frog hands! With sharp claws and hair!

Honestly? Now that I am looking at them a bit more, they seem more like chicken feet rather than frog feet. Probably very scratchy and dry skin on those hands, perhaps even some scale-like texture to them.

If that is so, then I think them still having hair is possible! Hairy and scaly hands for the Roppongi curse!

Also 4 fingers! :D

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Alright, I talked enough about hands. There's probably more curses' hands I could talk about but I'm all set. Got my main gang in here at the very least lol!