#i like how mini jade turned out still

[melfruit]

new stuff is in the works!!but for now have some older jade art 😁

[luveline]

You are so talented I can’t even fathom it Jade! I seriously don’t know how you do it.

Idk if you’re taking requests rn for Spencer still bc I know you write him a lot but I love shy reader and post prison Spencer it’s so cute. I would love to see their relationship growing, maybe her realizing the feelings aren’t one sided by little things he says or does for her or how he reacts if she gets hurt.

No worries if not! Anything you write is a gift honestly. Happy New Year!

thank you sm angel, you're too kind<3 hny! ♡ fem!reader, 1.2k

cw violence and injury

You'll be fine, Spencer had said, patting you on the shoulder. Just trust me. 

This is decidedly not fine. 

You crouch low behind a raspberry chaise turned blood red in the poor lighting. When you entered the building moments ago, it was light. But now the lights are out and you can't tell your friend from foe; footsteps to your left could be Spencer where he'd followed you in, or they could be the UnSub. 

I'm right behind you, he'd said with a borderline rogue smile. You think I'd let you get hurt? 

Breath warms your ear. “Boo.” 

The air gets stuck in your lungs as brutish arms grab you. Your gun points toward your own jaw and your pulse hammers so hard you freeze, a split second, the amygdala overwhelmed. Then the UnSub tries to grab your weapon, and everything you've been taught kicks in. You twist in his arms, throwing your head back out of the line of fire as multiple agents call to you to sound off, and kicking hard at the UnSub's legs, the subsequent soft spot between them. 

You fall hard onto the floor, screaming as a weight lands on top of you.

Spencer shouts your name. “Where are you?!”

A hard palm hits you in the throat. Light bounces off of the UnSub's face as a teammate aims their torch in your direction, but you're wheezing and aching, your throat on fire and too overwhelmed to think. The hand that hurt you leaps for your gun. You hold onto it for dear life, even as he forces it once, twice into the soft of your face, leaving rings of flame behind your eye. You pull it hard from his hands and fling it across the floor out of reach, squirming under his weight, needing to be away, away— 

You pull your knee up and kick wildly, a well timed blow hitting the UnSub in the face with a damp-sounding crunch. 

“I don't have eyes on her!” Emily shouts. 

“I do,” Spencer says. His torchlight floods your area as he shouts, “Stand down!” 

You don't squeal, but it's not a very professional sound as you crawl backwards out of the way. The ring of fire behind your eyes feels ever so slightly above it now. The room is half gone. You wipe your eye and look down at your hand, dark staining your palm in a heavy smear.

“Oh,” you mumble queasily. 

The power never comes back on, but you don't notice until after, when Spencer's dragged you outside to the front yard and lowered you to a soft patch of grass, an EMT beside him dressing your wound. “Did they get him?” you ask. 

Spencer's brow wrinkles with his frown. 

“Remember what we said?” The EMT asks. 

“No?” You wince and hiss as he pulls the wings of a butterfly stitch closed over your eyebrow. 

“You have a concussion. I'm trying to work out how bad it is.” 

You honestly still feel like you're in the dark room. You reach out for Spencer's hand instinctively, needing comfort, a tether to the ground, and he clasps your fingers tightly. “You're okay,” he says steadily. 

“You're smiling at me weird.” You glance over your shoulder at the cop cars and the flashing red-blue lights. “Did you get him?” 

“Emily got him. Just after he got you.” Spencer looks like he might stand from his crouch, but he brings your hand to his chin instead, leaning on it showfully. “It's my fault, I'm sorry. I told you I'd have your back and I didn't.” 

Your chest stirs with the memory of your panic. One moment you'd been underneath him, and aching, and now you're on the grass as the forensics bring in the floodlights, so bright it's like mini suns have come out on either side of the yard. You hang your head to hide from the light. The EMT tells you off. 

“Does your throat still hurt?” Spencer asks you, pulling on your hand gently. “Answer me.” 

“My head is swimming.” 

Your memories fuzz over. When you look up again the EMT is gone. Spencer sits on the grass now beside you unhurried, your hand still clamped between both of his. His thumb rubs at your knuckles and the smooth stretch of skin beside them, apparently content to wait with you. 

“She's okay?” Tara asks, seemingly having appeared from nowhere. 

“Not enough medical. They're gonna look at Agent Walker and circle back. She might have to be admitted.” 

Tara bends at the waist to look you in the eye. “You okay?” 

“I'm fine. Are you okay?” you ask. 

“I'm doing better than you. That's gonna be a terrific bruise.” She smiles at Spencer reassuringly. “Emily wants you. I can sit with her, she'll be in good hands.” 

“She'd be in great hands,” Spencer says simply, “but I don't care. I'm staying here. Please tell Emily she can come here if she needs to talk to me. I'm not going anywhere until they've finished looking at Y/N.” 

Tara grins. “Your funeral.” 

You're slowly starting to feel like yourself again, or more aware of yourself at the very least. Spencer's touch is melding from comforting to heart-rending, his nearness a heat. He looks stupidly good-looking considering what you've just been through, the FBI vest tight on his chest, his sweet brown curls falling into his eyes as he plays with your fingers. 

“I must look awful,” you realise suddenly, a stone's throw from tearful. 

Spencer doesn't glance up at first. “You look beautiful, but the bruise is…” He looks at you through dark lashes. “It's a tragedy.” 

“What?” 

His small smile fades. “How are you feeling? Are things clear, or would you say that I'm out of focus? You're having moderate to severe concussive symptoms.” He shakes his head. “And the bruise is mottling already.” 

“I'm sorry.” 

Spencer laughs softly. After a pensive moment, he brings your hand to his mouth. Maybe he kisses it, maybe he doesn't, but the touch brings a sacredness to his promise, “I won't let that happen again. You trusted me to keep you safe.” 

“I trusted you to tell me if I was ready, and I was. I remembered how to get out of it. I'm still here.” You fluster after you've spoken, feeling brash. 

You can feel his gaze on the side of your face. “You are. You did amazing.” He removes one hand from yours. A featherlight touch coasts down your cheek, brief and encouraging nonetheless. “It's going to be a really bad bruise.” 

“Oh, well,” you say tiredly. 

Spencer's turn to go quiet. He holds your hand on his thigh. “I could kiss it better?” he offers in a murmur. 

You laugh and steal your hand back, unable to take all his attention at once. “Funny, Spencer.” 

He gives you a warm smile. You can't tell if he's kidding or not about the kiss, but his devotion to you while you're hurting is real. You're not sure where that leaves you.

[lilac-5ky]

get him back! (ex-boyfriend!Toji x Fem!Reader)

mini kinktober tribute: hate sex

plot: you broke up with toji and he decided to break your friends, until you decide you've had enough.

tags: hate sex, toxic relationship, exes to ???, reader tried to be a good friend, toji is a manipulative asshole, against a door, unprotected sex, spanking, recording, derogatory petnames, slight angst and arguing.

wc: 2.2k

Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist | AO3

“You fucking asshole! I know you’re holed in there like a damn rat; open up!”

Your fist bangs against his door with abandon. You don’t care that it’s 4 a.m. on a Thursday night or that the neighbors probably think of you as some crazy bitch, which maybe you are. You turned into one the moment your best friend was dumped through a three-word text.

“Saw your clunker out front; open up or the whole block will learn what a prick you are!”

Kimie was in love with him. She was in love with him when she collapsed on your doorstep an hour ago, and she was still in love with him when you left her sleeping soundly in your bed. So were Nanako, Azami, and Rio—the victims before her.

His modus operandi was the same with all four of your friends. He approached them one by one, casting the same spell that enchanted the panties off their thighs, dated them until he got bored, and then broke them into a state beyond repair, leaving you to pick up the pieces.

“I swear, if you don’t open the door right fucking now—” You’re suddenly dragged into his apartment, your wrist pulled against a firm wall of muscle as the door shuts behind you with a thud.

“And they say prayers don’t get answered.” His smile makes your guts churn, pearly white canines beaming below a taut, scarred lip. “Tad late though, aren’t ya? Been—what, two hours since I dumped that b—”

An attempted slap has your hand joining its twin in his grasp. “Call her a bitch again, and the next will be your balls!” You flail, trying to break free.

He doesn’t look disturbed in the slightest. His grin only turns wider at the sheer hatred with which you look at him.

You hate him. You hate Toji with every inch of your being. You hate how he ruined your friends’ lives on a whim; how he poisoned them against you, pointing you out as the reason for each of their breakups. You hate how there’s an ounce of truth in that accusation because, in his twisted brain, he’s doing all that for you. Because his ego can’t stand that you bailed on him first.

“Oh yeah?” He sneers, shoving your hands back against your chest. “Try me, girl. Show me what you got.”

His eyes provoke you, as smug as the rest of his face. You hate to think they were once the most wonderful thing in existence, and you treasured them like pure jade.

Your hands ball into fists, that remain glued to your sides. Your threats are empty, and he knows that. You aren’t there to fight. Just to give him a piece of your mind and hopefully, put an end to this insanity.

“Finally came around?” Toji asks at the lack of reaction.

You sigh. “How long will you keep this up?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Any more cute friends of yours left to fuck?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Your voice climbs a whole octave above his.

“You are.”

“Really? You’re gonna pin all of that on me?” It takes every bit of self-restraint not to pluck the hair out of his stupid head. “Please, enlighten me!”

“I miss you.” He admits, and he sounds earnest, but you aren’t fazed. You’ve heard all of that before; read all about it in the countless texts he’s sent over the past five months. “I miss my pretty baby and all the fun we had together. Miss how we talk, how we laugh, how we fuck.”

You managed to disregard the sculpted muscles decorating his bare chest that had been in plain sight since before you entered his place, yet now you look at them with a stare that is almost nostalgic.

“We were so good together, princess. Why be apart now, mm?” He reaches out to you, his forefinger curling near your cheek. “Don’tcha think your tantrum lasted long enough?”

“My tantrum?” You smack his hand away. “You are the one who had it good, Toji. You are the one who had a maid, a girlfriend, and a wallet all in one. You did nothing, and I did everything! I cleaned for you, I cooked for you—I even tagged along to all your stupid races, and you did what exactly? Fucked all my friends to get back at me for calling things off? If you really think it’s my fault, then you’re sick in the head, though that’s nothing new. You killed us; not me.”

Toji scratches the back of his head uncomfortably. As expected, he has nothing to say in return. He doesn’t miss you; he misses the comfort of you, and you don’t miss him either. You simply miss the way he sometimes held you tight against his chest and whispered he loved you so many times that you were inclined to believe him. You miss the dreams you created—the entire life you’d planned together only for it to be viciously torn apart by his current self.

“Can’t you see it? There’s no ‘we’ anymore. There’s only ‘you’ and ‘I’, and the poison that’s left behind from what we once were. It’s over between us, but ” you take advantage of his silence, “Kimie did nothing wrong. She loves you, so better give her a call, say you got high on some shit—I don’t fucking know—and apologize. Beg if you have to, but get back with her.”

“And why would I do that?” His arms fold over his chest, a thin obsidian brow shaping an arch. “Boring bitch was only good at getting my dick wet. Nothing like you.”

His voice mellows down as he speaks your name, his eyes waning past his eyelids, both soft, unlike the calloused palm that traces the outline of your face. “I was serious about you. Still am. Why else you think I did all that? I love you. Love my baby and her little pussy so much.”

“S-stop that.” Your heart skips a beat as he corners you against the door, your hand searching for the handle behind your back.

“My pussy.” His lips ghost over your neck while his hips buck into you possessively. “C’mon, baby. Be honest with yourself. You don’t really give a shit ‘bout Kimie. You came to me cause ya knew I’d fuck you good. Haven’t let anyone in my pussy since last time, mm?”

“You are wrong.” You breathe out, nails digging sharply into your palm. You don’t want this. You don’t want him. You are here for your friend—the only friend you’ve got left after he turned everyone against you. “You ain’t shit, Toji.”

“Yeah? How many guys have made you scream like I have? How many of ‘em have fucked both your brain and thighs into mush? How many of ‘em you called daddy, hm?” He bites into your shoulder, and an immediate shudder circuits from the point of impact across your body. “Thought so. No one fucks you like I do. No one will ever love you the way I do.”

“Fuck you, Toji.” The way his knee presses between your thighs coaxes a sigh he doesn’t miss. He grinds harder, your heat pulsing below your soaked underwear.

“Yeah? Fuck me?” He’s gone back to facing you, his minty breath tickling your bottom lip right before it follows his tongue into your mouth. Your body doesn’t resist; worse, it reciprocates.

“Yes. F—fuck you,” you mumble, having found a new reason to hate him.

He is right. You never cared that much about Kimie, because if you did, you wouldn’t have sneaked out in the middle of the night in your skimpiest outfit. Avenging your friend was the last thing in your mind, an afterthought drowned by his lips and his hands crawling beneath your dress.

“Why not do it yourself, baby?” Toji nibbles at your lip in the exact way he knows that you like. “Fuck me. Fuck me, and I’ll take that bitch Kirie back ‘f that’s what ya still want after.” His finger curls around the elastic band of your panties, awaiting your answer.

“God, I hate you so fucking much.”

“Hm?”

“It’s Kimie, you asshole.”

In an instant, your arms loop around his neck and your legs around his torso as Toji lifts you up against the door. He grunts into the kiss, teeth and tongues clashing while each tries to gain access to the other’s body. He rips your underwear into a single shred he flings away, giving your ass a rough smack that makes you whine countless little I hate you’s into his mouth.

Fumbling with the laces of his sweatpants, you lower them enough for his cock to spring free, already rock hard even when you’ve done nothing besides arguing. You almost moan at the sight, thinking to yourself there might just be a part of him you actually missed.

“Shoulda wash that potty mouth for all the useless shit it spews,” he murmurs against your skin, sliding your dress’ straps below your breasts and rolling the hem over your stomach. “‘member how much ya loved to suck me off? Gagged on every inch and swallowed every drop like the fucking cockslut that y’are.” His teeth dig in your flesh, coloring a mark right above where his fingers close around your neck. “My cockdrunk whore.”

“Just fuck me and get this over with.”

Your breathing grows strained the more pressure he applies, your walls clenching around his cock as he finally sinks inside. You try not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, pursing your lips together while his thick girth stretches your cunt to its limits. You channel all the miserable memories he left you with, every tear you shed over him seemingly gathering as slick that squelches with each thrust your moans drown out. Oh no.

“Liar,” Toji smiles haughtily, a continuous drum from his hip ruthlessly slamming yours against the wooden door, your back rising higher each time. “Knew ya wanted this as much as I do.”

“N-no,” you pant out, stubbornly holding onto your last vestige of self-respect while the tip of his cock insists to kiss that one spot that has you seeing stars quicker than you can account for.

“Don’t tell me ya still lie to yourself ‘bout doing this to be a good friend.” And when you don’t answer, he reaches into his pocket to dig out his phone, first pointing the camera at your face and then at the point where his cock splits you open. “Wanna make a video and send it to her? See what she makes of you getting railed?”

“You fucking piece of shit!” You slap the phone from his grasp, the entire screen filling up with cracks before going dark.

“That was new.” His tongue clicks against his mouth’s roof. “Guess I’ll have to make you pay for this, hm?”

Both his palms drop to your ass, spanking both cheeks in tandem with his thrusts until tears thread your eyelashes, the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure speeding up your orgasm.

“A bit louder, baby. Don’t think the neighbors heard ya.”

He bullies his cock faster into you, husky moans complimenting your high-pitched whimpers that fill the space and echo across the halls of his apartment building.

“T-Toji, I—” He finishes you off before you can finish your sentence, your eyes squeezing shut as fireworks blast behind your eyelids.

“That’s my girl.” He praises, laying soft kisses that you reject on your sweat-covered forehead. You don’t want to be fooled again. This is a one time thing.

“‘m not your—ugh, fucking girl.” You hiss, yanking at the frayed tufts of hair your fingers pick from his skull. “Never will be.”

“Sure about that?” A hand sneaks between your bodies and finds your clit. “Bet if I make ya cum ‘nough times, you’ll come crawling back to me.”

“N-not a chance,” quickly shifts into a loud, “Fuck!” when he starts rubbing quick circles around the sensitive nub. You can’t seem to stop moaning for him, feeling your second climax creep up on you at the same time he spills his load, fucking every velvety rope of his cum deep inside your sopping pussy.

You stand on your feet for the first time in a while, your knees trembling as you struggle to keep straight without his aid. Toji looks so smug with his cock still throbbing in his hand, the swollen red tip mocking you and your efforts to resist it.

He pulls his sweats up, and without a warning, the door flies wide open. This is your chance to leave. It’s what he wants. For you to either bear the shame of stumbling back home with his cum staining your legs down to your ankles or stay the night and be tricked into getting back together; humiliation on both ends.

“What’s it gonna be, baby?”

And as the door falls shut behind you, you know you’re going to hate yourself even more after this night than you ever hated him.

a/n: so i planned this waaaay too late, but i still wanted to partake in the madness known as kinktober. i'll be doing some of the days at random, sometimes adding more than one kinks to one one-shot. most will be about toji, unless-

and yes, i'm obsessed with olivia's new album. sue me. masterlist tomorrow, it's 5 am ffs.

[mommymccabe]

Gotcha Baby

Pairing: Caitlin Foord x reader

Summary: Your girlfriend and sister prank you, you get them back.

Word count: 1200+

Warnings: suggestive themes at the end, kissing, swearing, ‘injury’, i think that’s it

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A loud scream is heard by Steph and Mini who were standing in the hall way of the hotel. The scream originated from father down the hall, and was followed by laughing, a door slamming open and a hysterical Caitlin and Mackenzie bolting past two Matildas.

'Caitlin Jade Foord! Mackenzie Elizabeth Arnold!' You screamed out as you chased them out of your hotel room and down the hall.

'Uh oh' Steph whispers

'Get your asses back here. You're dead!'

'What the fuck happened??' Sam asked Steph, having been alerted by the chaos.

'No idea, but she's mad' Steph shot Sam a worried look.

Not even a minute later you walk back past them and back into your hotel room before slamming the door shut.

Sam, Steph and Mini walked down the hall in the direction you came from only to see Caitlin and Macca peaking out of Alannah and Macca's room.

'Is she gone?' Cait whispers

'Yes. Now what did you do to her?' Mini asks in an annoyed tone.

Mackenzie falls to the floor laughing again while Caitlin holds herself up on the door frame, laughing just as much.

'We had masks, and she had just woken up, and as she went to get out of bed, Macca jumped out from under the bed, and I jumped out of the cupboard! Oh my gosh mate it was funny as fuck, she flew!' Caitlin managed to wheeze out.

Sam can't help but laugh along with them as Steph and Mini do a better job of hiding their amusement.

'You two are awful. Poor girl was probably shitting herself' Sam says still laughing.

The thought making the two pranksters laugh even harder, Mackenzie now rolling on the ground trying to breath while Caitlin sinks to her knees with tears in her eyes.

'Ohhh she's gonna hate me' Caitlin whispers out before pulling herself together and helping Macca up.

'I think she already does' Mini days before cracking a smile and walking towards the common room, the rest following behind closely.

As you sit in your hotel room fuming, you start planning your revenge but put it on hold and decide to pretend like nothing happened, despite how mad you were at your girlfriend and sister.

You get dressed after a quick shower and head into the common room in search of your teammates.

As you walk through the doors, most heads turn to you and everyone greets you as you walk straight over to Kyra and Charlie, ignoring Caitlin and Mackenzie.

'We heard about your fun morning, you alright?' Kyra asked with a smirk.

You simply shot her a glare and rolled your eyes.

'They're assholes and I'm gonna get them back, wanna help?' you ask the two girls with a cheeky smile. They both quickly agree, loving a good prank.

'Okay so I was thinking....'

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Later that night, after the team meeting and dinner, you all head off to your rooms. Right before leaving the dinning room, you tell Caitlin and Mckenzie you want to see them outside your's and Caitlin's room, before walking away. The pair weren't really scared, more glad you had actually spoke to them after a day of silent treatment.

So they waited a bit before following the direction you left in. As they rounded a corner on the journey back to the room, they came across a sobbing you on the floor clutching your ankle.

'Fuck baby what happened?' Caitlin asked as she rushed to your side.

'I tripped. Fuck man, my fucking ankle' you cry out and roll onto your back.

'Can you put pressure on it, do you want me to carry you to medical?' Your sister asks as she moves to your side, laying a hand on your shoulder and the other on your good leg.

'I can't move Macca it hurts so much.' you sob out and throw your arm across your face.

'Oh baby, i'm sorry but we need to move you, you need to be checked out.' Caitlin tries to convince you to let them help you move.

As they are both focussed on you and your potentially career threatening injury, they don't see or hear the two pairs of footsteps creeping up behind them.

You laying on the ground, can see Kyra and Charlie and have to move your arm across your mouth to cover the rising smile. You scrunch your face up dramatically as well, covering all bases before watching as the two masked youngsters, arrive directly behind the two victims before grabbing them by the shoulders and yelling. You watch as the two previously worried looking women scream and throw themselves across the floor, landing somewhere behind you.

‘Ha! You two just disappeared!’ You laugh as you roll on the floor.

You can hear Kyra and Char laughing their asses off and you turn to high five them both and laugh with them.

You roll onto your hands and knees and make eye contact with a confused and annoyed looking Caitlin and Macca.

‘You weren’t even hurt! Asshole! I was so worried puddin’ Caitlin mumbles out before rubbing her face with her hands.

‘You deserve it darling.’ you say with a cheeky smile before getting and and offering them both a hand up.

Mckenzie grabs your hand, allowing you to help her up before she shoves you away with a shake of her head and a small smile.

‘Don’t do that again mate’ she mumbles

‘Says you! I wake up to a demon waiting under my bed and in my cupboard, I thought I was dead!’ You reply

‘Yeah well we definitely won’t be doing that again if this is the result’ Cait says as she stands up and wraps an arm around you waist.

‘You do and your sleeping on the couch pretty girl’ You tell her before placing a gentle kiss on her lips before turning and walking away with Kyra and Charlie.

As soon as you are out of ear shot, Macca turns to Caitlin and says;

‘I actually thought she was gonna die. She’s a pretty good actor. But fuck did that scare the shit outta me’

‘She was so convincing! I thought she broke her ankle. Gotta admit it was a good plan. Kyra and Charls were so quiet too’ Caitlin responds with a laugh before following in your direction back towards the rooms.

After saying goodbye to Mackenzie and anyone else she could, she walks into your shared room and spots you laying in bed on your phone.

‘You, missy, are a very good actor’ she says before walking over to the end of the bed and crawling on top of you.

‘Why thank you darling, i’m glad you enjoyed my plan’ you smile up at her and wrap your arms around her lower back pulling her on top of you.

‘Hmm enjoy is not the word I would use’ she mumbles then leans down to kiss you passionately.

You moan into her mouth, her response being a roll of her hips into yours. You pull away to breath as she starts kissing down your neck. You wrap your arms around her waist before flipping her onto her back, you settled comfortably onto of her.

‘How bout I give you something to enjoy sweetheart’ you whisper against her lips before she smashes your lips together.

‘Fuck yes’ she mumbled between kisses, lost in the feeling of your lips and hands roaming her body.

You smirk against her neck and reply;

‘Only if your good for me though, right baby girl?’

You enjoy watching as your girlfriends eyes change as she fully relaxes, ready to please you in any way she can.

This will definitely be enjoyable, you think to yourself.

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an: been awhile, i apologise. gonna try and write more often. enjoy! might do a part 2 lemme know if u want one :)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could we have octoville reaction to octo merchild misbehaving like attempting to beat them up , trying to escape, thrashing in their arms , and even biting , and even cussing them out and giving the middle finger

Yandere Octorio x Octo Mer Child reader

Children get fussy that’s just a known fact. Even the cruelest and most coldhearted know that children are slaves to their unhinged emotions which can be kicked off by the absence of a nap, not being given their dinosaur nuggies, or not getting to play longer. But only the best guardians know how to handle these kinds of behavior at the very least eliminate the ones that cause it:

Azul Ashengrotto 

More than anyone Azul has the greatest authority over you so he claims

You are the mini to his mega octopus status

So when he says your going back to your tank 

Your going back to your tank

“Nooooo!”

“Let him go, (Y/n). It’s time to go!”

“Noooooo!”

He didn’t mind that you were getting cozy in Scarabia 

It meant getting to keep an eye on Jamil

Kalim was perfect for keeping up with your energy 

But Azul notices how your skin gets dry or how sluggish you are returning 

You’re not just tired…you’re drying out 

On a deeper level, Jade’s discovered that your hybrid status has you needing things a mini octopus needs

You have an extremely thin phlegm that keeps you from drying out

And drinking water is part of it 

But with heat like Scarabia’s its best if you spend at least two hours in some actual water 

Letting the water give you oxygen through your skin

But for whatever reason, you don’t want to do that

Annoyed with how much time is taken away with putting on and taking off the bathing suit 

And the way Jamil demands you sit on the scratchy towels so you don’t make everywhere wet

“Nooooooo! Rgh! Noooo!”

With Kalim’s push, you’ll leave Scarabia 

But when you return to Octavinelle Azul gives you some guidelines about going 

And when you refuse he thinks aloud about not letting you go at all

he's mostly joking maybe not

And that sets you off

In the middle of the Monstro lounge your flailing, crying causing a huge scene

And like a struggling single mom that’s just trying to wrangle her kid, He’s straining as he pulls you into his office

Away from the invasive stares and curious looks of patrons

When he’s in there he pushes you in your mini tank clipping on the hole-filled top 

Which doesn’t move at all despite your little tentacles pulling and banging on the glass

He’ll start working on contracts, counting bills, studying all while ignoring your little tantrum

He waits until it stops, sleeping in your little hidey-hole

Then He cries 

Reduced to his baby octopus days he tries to remind himself that his baby just doesn’t want to listen

Not that you really hate him for stopping you from hanging out with someone more fun than him

All the parenting books couldn’t prepare him for this 

But when you awake still willing to wrap your little tentacles around his fingers he gains confidence again

“(Y/n)...how about we make a little contract, okay? Just something promising me you’ll always come back, okay?”

“Mmmm okay.”

Jade Leech

“(Y/n) did you hear me? I said you can’t eat these. (Y/n)? Look at me, do you understand?”

You were being a little toad

Pouting and turning away after Jade didn’t let you eat one of the mushrooms he was dissecting

Some may say that previously working on edible mushrooms and giving one to you every other time may have conditioned you to expect it but whatever

You’ve squatted down low and plopped on the cold floor of his club room

Refusing to look at him with your little noises of refusal

He doesn’t mind being ignored…he knows you’ll forget anyway

But what he does have a problem with is when he turns away you’re reaching your tubby hand into his work station

He snatches your little hand using this closeness to grill it into you to listen

“(Y/n). Look at me.”

“Mmmm!”

“(Y/n).”

“Mmm!” 

“Fine, then you're going to your tank.”

“Noooooo!”

“Yes.”

He’s dragging you or rather carrying you to your tank 

And as he shut whoever’s door to put you away he hears something mumbled under your breath that sets him off

“-old fish. S-upid klunt!” 

“...What did you just say?”

He turns his head like those dolls in horror movies

He gets that you were trying to say something else and he will hunt down who you got that from later but for now he’s bringing the hammer down

No one knows what happens when you're being particularly naughty

The best equivalent for what happens is that he commits to emotionally spanking you

a single look portrays that you're in for it

Talking you down until your begging for forgiveness while you nuzzle against his pant leg

He becomes that parent that you know to behave around

And its Azul who uses the most

“I’m going to tell Jade when he gets home!”

“No no! I sorry! No, please don’t tell!”

But in the end Jade is always willing to forgive you

Always willing to genuinely smile as you tearfully apologize before even being reprimanded

“Aww that’s my good octopus, I’m not angry no no no…I was just disappointed…but you did so well to apologize, good job.”

Floyd Leech

“Eh?! Octobaby hasn’t had their nap yet? Ohhh so that’s why you're so snippy!”

He’s down to play with you but he knows it’s a nightmare when your hungry or tired

He knows right now you need a nap

Even if he has to force you to take one

Now Jade says he can’t strangle you to sleep because you're just too fragile

So he just has to lock you in your tank, play your music, and make sure no one interrupts

That’s who he’s allowed to strangle

Even when you’re biting and thrashing in his hold 

To be honest he hardly notices 

Until your little pincers actually prick him some

“Did you just…bite me…?”

“...n-no..”

“Yes, you did.”

“I-i sorry. I sorry!” 

His silence speaks loudest

He’s angry

It just won’t be at you

He’s oddly nurturing putting you to sleep 

Then he’s raging at everyone who gets in his way 

“Who. The. Heck. Made them miss their nap?!”

He’s not letting anyone hurt you let alone ruin your schedule

There is a schedule for how they take care of you

He actually is really vigilant about it

So he is livid when others come and mess with that

“Octobaby bit me today…”

“Oh did you reprimand them?”

“Nope did it themselves! Besides it was the cutest little prick, if they weren’t acting out I’d want them to do it again!”

[italoniponic]

𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 - mini-project

Runaway Shrimp

Notes: this is based on a very fun request I made with Malleus, Leona and Azul where Reader accidentally confessed their feelings to them and instead of facing them and waiting for a reply, they just… “bolts” (as the Anon said lol). So then @gilswifey asked if I could do a part 2 with Jade and I thought, huh why not? 

Jade Leech x g!n reader who runs really fast / headcanons / fluff & comedy / part 2 / use of “you” pronouns

“Our house will be a mushroom farm like this…,” you blurted out. It was a big mistake on your part, considering that the alchemy workshop was so empty that your voice projected better than ever, and above all, Jade had enviable hearing. Especially because he was right next to you. So much so that he took his eyes off the poisonous mushroom he had in hand just to face you;

There were no great excuses to be made, no means of deflecting the subject. The implication that you imagined living together with Jade in the future — and the awareness that the constant presence of mushrooms would be inevitable — was right there, heading for more things. More clear that this would have been to have asked for his hand at that moment;

But you chickened out. Well, you never intended to let him find out your feelings, let alone reveal them in this way. Jade still stared at you for another minute, his heterochromatic eyes going from wide in surprise to slowly relaxing into gentle amusement — mostly from your expression of horror — when…;

... you ran away. Few things really impressed Jade in seventeen years of life, being two years of earthly experience. He could be fascinated by various things, develop curiosity about human habits, and wanting to know different things without further ado. But that was the day he was most taken aback by things. And all this is your work;

You ran out of the workshop faster than a flock of sardines when they spotted a monster whale. Jade congratulated your speed — even though you were out of sight to hear it. Calmly, he got up, put away his newest mushroom in a terrarium and made a little call;

From the point where you were, you had two directions: the outskirts of the Ramshackle or some point near the library, near Main Street. That’s considering you were running in a straight line. A third option would be the Hall of Mirrors region. The Leech’s aquatic predator ability aside, you personally had the advantage of knowing how to run really fast. But Jade had an idea that would save him time;

You thought you were out of danger. Your legs had carried you to the other side of the school, somewhere in the woods near the library. Not a sign of Jade following you. You leaned against a tree to catch your breath, but the fatigue wasn't all that was making you feel bad. It was a mixture of guilt and a certain disappointment that you were really alone after all;

Not for long though. Someone took you in their arms by surprise, putting a frightening distance between you and the ground. When you turned around and saw turquoise hair, you even thought it was Jade... but Floyd’s laugh totally broke your expectations;

“I see you’ve managed to catch a runaway shrimp for me, Floyd. What a good brother you are,” Jade smiled when he met the two of you. Floyd carried you in his arms to the courtyard of the Botanical Garden and dropped you into the arms of his twin — the game was good while it lasted. Floyd had mentioned that Jade would spear him from eating the test shiitake dishes if he looked for you in one area of the school while his brother went in the other side;

A master plan, you had to admit. Although there was still the problem that you had nowhere else to run and hide — not with Jade carefully holding you in his own arms, purposefully not giving you that opportunity anymore;

“I personally don’t understand why you ran away like that. It’s not like your feelings aren’t reciprocated,” Jade said gently. It caught you off guard. The feeling was so clear on your face that the merman had a little chuckle. Jade had a docile smile, something very uncommon to see — especially for how sincere it was. But the truth was that he always had that one smile when you were around him.

| Special notes: not very necessary to the story but I imagine that Floyd was still there when they solved things up and he's like "oh for Ursula, get a room you two! gross! this? right in front of the school facility for everyone to see? disgusting, I'm telling mom" :P while they only smiled to each other bc he's that type of supportive brother lmao |

[lgbtlunaverse]

3zun data analysis

I was wondering how much the different 2-out-of-3zun ship fics were actually focused specifically on them, rather than having them feature as side pairings, so I did a little mini-experiment. Beginning by searching for otp:true in each tag

(This doesn't give you the real number of fics were the pairing is the main focus, for the record. The other tagged ships might've been a side pairing, and the one we're filtering for the main one, and otp:true also filters out platonic relationships. So, for example, a nielan fic that has the nie brothers tagged as a platonic bond will also be filtered out. But since it does that for all ships you can still get a good idea how likely each one of them is to be the center in their fics)

My hypothesis was that Nielan would be the least likely, as they're frequently tagged as a side pairing in wangxian focused fics, with xiyao and nieyao having comparable results.

Nielan, as I type this, have 2154 works, of which only 627 have only nielan tagged. That is 29% of all nielan fics.

Next up is xiyao, who have 4534 works, of which 2195 only have xiyao tagged, a significanly higher 48%

And lastly nieyao, who have the least works in total with 1749, but have 683 works only tagged nieyao, more than nielan despite having less fics overall. Ending up at 39% of all nieyao fics

So I was right about nielan being lower, but turned out to be wrong in my hypothesis that nieyao and xiyao would end up with comparable results!

One possible factor is that nieyao, being a smaller ship, is more affected by those big collection-type fics that have a dozen pairings tagged for every chapter, as well as 3zun fics that have the individual pairings tagged. (Which we'll get to later!!)

Also, Huaisang - typical of him - butts into nieyao more. 5% of nieyao fics have the Nie brothers tagged platonically, and almost exactly the same number are tagged sangyao. Compare that to lan xichen's much more reserved little brother who really doesn't want to be a part of this, as only 3% of xiyao fics are tagged with the twin jades, and zhanyao... isn't much of a thing.

I'd anticipated both of these, but I'd also expected that xiyao, being a bigger ship, would be a less controversial background pairing for wangxian, who - let's be real - are the main players within the mdzs fic space so they massively impact the numbers. I know xiyao are certainly not without controversy (god no) and the go-to side pairings are xicheng and xuanli instead but like... compared to nieyao, surely they're the normie pick? And, well, 25% of xiyao fics are tagged wangxian compared to only 20% of nieyao fics so that is somewhat true, but not as much as I'd thought. (For comparison, 43% of nielan fics are tagged wangxian)

Now let's look at 3zun overall. Of the 1127 3zun fics, 277 are exclusively tagged 3zun. That's only 25%

But that doesn't feel right. After all, a lot of 3zun fics also tag the individual pairings. And excluding them like we did with the 2-out-of-3zun ships feels wrong. You'd categorize a fic tagged with both nieyao and 3zun as a 3zun fic, wouldn't you?

So I manually excluded each non 2-out-of-3zun pair. This took a bit, but you end up with 538 3zun fics which are either not tagged with any side pairing, or only tagged with a ship already contained in 3zun. That is 48% of all 3zun fics, similar to xiyao.

So there you have it! Xiyao is the most independent of the subfandoms, having almost half of its works centered solely around xiyao (and even more primarily focused on xiyao. As I said, otp:true also filters out works that still focus on xiyao but have other background relationships) with the overall 3zun fandom having a similar focus, followed by nieyao, and then nielan.

edit: this has a part 2 now

[witch-and-writer]

Ek passe tu babbu, ek passe hai jag saara

-You on one side, my beloved, the entire world on another-

[About Ch-3 of Something is Wrong with A-Zhan!]

Remember the morally grey Wei Wuxian tag? Yeah, that line at the top is what I meant by that. I don’t think Wei Wuxian would ever be morally grey, he’s the most morally upright character I have ever come across, but just for this fic, as long as it’s Lan Wangji vs the world, Wei Wuxian would always choose Lan Wangji, even if it conflicts with his moral and principles. Putting it simply, Wei Wuxian would condemn murder and harming the innocents, but if it’s Lan Wangji committing these crimes, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to condemn him, instead, he’ll come up with possible justifications for Lan Wangji and defend him.

I hope I was able to capture an inkling, an essence of this in the chapter.

Also, is anyone surprised that no Lan elders except Lan Qiren are furious at Lan Wangji's wantonness? I just think that after the whole Qingheng-jun fiasco, they will think Lan Wangji much more tame, especially since Wei Wuxian, unlike the Madam Lan in my head, doesn't seem too bothered by their second heir's behavior. Maybe they are even turning a blind eye to this because of how much they love Wei Wuxian and his genius.

My thought process behind their thought process is that- since Wei Wuxian is a once in a lifetime genius and he is here (in cloud recesses) because of Lan Wangji and he is staying because of his obvious love for their second heir, and they know this. They can see this. So, just for the sake of keeping Wei Wuxian in their sect as their prized disciple who is famous all around for his no-less-than-miraculous inventions, they all collectively decide to overlook Lan Wangji's shameless behaviour that is definitely not befitting of someone holding the title of the Second Jade of GusuLan.

Of course, no one added Lan Qiren to the group chat and that's why he's still bitter about his nephew's changed behaviour.

Mini Theater:-

*lwj acting shameless, holding wwx by the waist and kissing him publicly* Lan Elders: I can't see, I'm blind~ blind~ Lan Qiren, who was not added to the chat and thus was not informed that they have to ignore all this: *qi-deviates* Lan Xichen, who now has to deal with his dramatic uncle: Wangji, if you could just get a room, I would be grateful. You know uncle can't handle this much pda. Lan Wangji: *too busy sucking wwx's soul out through his mouth to hear, further sending his dramatic but weak-hearted single uncle into a qi-deviation* Lan Xichen: ... I love you, didi, but I feel like I should not. When did you become such a menace?!

I don't even know why I'm babbling, but I am and I refuse to suffer through the on-goings of my mind alone, so here we are~

Sofia out~

[vechter]

dickroy<333333333333333

i loooove that this was the most common one. brand recognition or sth <3

what made you ship it?

the first comic i read was outsiders 2003; there really was no saving me from being a dickroy truther. we were meant to be <3

what are your favourite things about this ship?

oh man where do i even begin. every interaction they have in nightwing: old friends/new enemies. the kind of faith roy must have in dick to ask for only his help in getting lian. how dick was the one to formally introduce lian to roy! he held her even before roy. all the times roy can't keep dick off of his mind. the number of times dick is mentioned in roy's narration in the arsenal mini. the way dick tells ollie, "we thought we'd come help get our boy out" in ga #49 when drakon captures him. how roy formed the outsiders for dick, despite his own grief about donna. how roy didn't want to take over the leadership of the titans because it meant sticking it to dick but he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. how dick said he doesn't need to be the one to mentor the teen titans bc there's already another qualified candidate in tt v2 #16 and how he was looking at roy while saying it. how roy never lets his inferiority complex about dick hold him back from calling dick out on his bullshit. how dick was there for roy when ollie died and ollie himself acknowledges it. that gorgeous moment in titans for hire: why won't you give up on me? because there's still someone inside you worth saving.

the weight of all that history, the ease of having fought side by side since you were kids. what being wards-turned-sons of super rich guys who dress up in costumes to fight crime does to you. roy's abandonment issues warring with dick's desire to be a safety net for the people he loves + dick's fear of being batman warring with roy's unparalleled ability to get dick out of his own head.

sometimes, being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you've been ruined. so, you hurt each other with your words and your fists. so, you hold a gun to his head because three months ago, i would've never been able to draw it on you. i love you. don't leave me.

is there an unpopular opinion you have on this ship?

i don't think so. i guess the one thing that i rlly like to believe in, which will never rlly happen in canon: they were definitely fucking around as kids. before jade and kory (unsure about the donna of it all but who am i to try and put dc's timelines in order). probably the first boy that roy kissed. definitely the first boy that dick kissed. joyrides, listening to old rock, sneaking into 18+ concerts. and then life, as it usually does for them, got in the way. but the thing about love? it persists. right person, wrong time.

[jeromeswife]

yandere namor x f!reader | super psycho love - part 3

Masterlist

Word count: 983

Summary: Namor does not want you to leave.

Warnings: depressing topics, stockholm syndrome, reader is very empathetic but naive, if you do not like fanfictions like these, do not read them

Translations:

in reina - my queen

Damn, if you didn't want me back Why'd you have to act like that? It's confusing to the core 'Cause I know you want it

The herb Namor fed (Y/N) made her pass out. But he couldn’t lie about how much he enjoyed seeing her all vulnerable. Even when she had been asleep earlier, he was hesitant; should he watch her sleep? Should he dress her in royal attire? After all, she was going to be his queen due to the changes. Namor fully intended on entirely making her unable to breathe out of water.

But she was special. And he knew in his heart that he was right. But the fact that (Y/N) was still potentially able to escape to the surface world made his veins pop out of his skin from frustration. Namor’s plan had not gone as he thought it would.

Namor’s hand slightly skimmed across her cheeks, feeling the soft (S/C) color beneath it. He especially loved feeling even more of the slight bumps along it. He wasn’t too fond of the idea of perfect skin like surface dwellers went on about. People aren’t meant to be perfect, which is why he hated the modern dwellers.

When Namor was bored from his royal duties, he would sometimes pop out from the surface and watched the people who spent time on the beach. Namor would frown when they started saying terrible things about themselves. No one in Talokan did it. He would never encourage that behavior anyways.

(Y/N)’s eyes slowly opened after a while and her eyes were too tired to care about what was going on. Namor was still letting his fingers dance across her skin and watching her every move. She just didn’t understand why someone as royal as him would care for her.

“In reina, it is good to see you awaken after your transformation.”

Her breath hitched in her throat as her hands felt all over her skin, feeling slight opens that were mini gills, yet still able to breathe in the air. (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how piercing his eyes were. The way Namor’s eyes looked into her soul was like he understood cogs turning inside her head. It was magical.

His hand inched towards hers and held it. It was one of warmth but possessiveness. He was glad to have her here with him. That way no one could harm a single hair on (Y/N)’s head.

Her hand slightly pulled away from his hold. She was scared of Namor. And why wouldn’t she? He kidnapped her, essentially changed her whole body against her will, and won’t let her leave. Essentially changing her life as she knew it!

“I wish to go back home.”

Namor grunted and his other hand clenched into a fist out of anger. A spit of fire lit inside him when (Y/N) wouldn’t do what he wanted. A part of him liked how headstrong she was, but he just wanted her to submit her all to him. And he was gonna get her to do it no matter what.

“You cannot leave. Please, see my kingdom before coming to such a conclusion.”

“This isn’t where I’m supposed to be! God, can you listen to me!? Or are you so arrogant that you believe I want what you want!”

Namor went silent before getting up, grabbing a bracelet that was built of gold and jade. He presented it to her, seeming to bargain his muse. Anything for (Y/N). Anything. He gently grasped her arm and tied the bracelet around her wrist, loose enough to not cause redness in her skin.

“It was my mother's. She gave it to me before she passed. There was no one I loved as much as I loved her.”

(Y/N)’s heart tugged. Oh no. It was working on her.

“Your.. mother?” she asked, gazing at the jewelry adorning her wrist that complimented her (S/C) skin.

Namor nodded and let his finger stroke over the smooth jade, “She died of heartbreak. She missed her life on land. Just couldn’t bare to live here underwater anymore.”

(Y/N) noticed the way his brown eyes seemed to cloud with the memories of his past of long ago. She wished she could look inside him to see what he had seen; to understand him. She knew that this wasn’t an appropriate response to someone who had stripped her of the life she once knew, but she’d always been empathetic. She understood that Namor must have been alone for a while. He just wanted company. Peace. Love.

(Y/N) didn’t know what to do in response to such news. But she reacted as how she’d want if she told such a sad secret to someone.

Namor was surprised when he felt (Y/N)’s arms wrap around his waist. His cheeks grew warm and his mind raced. He fell in love with how warm and comforting she was pressed up against his bare chest, the way their skin exchanged heat. He never wanted this moment to end nor did he ever realize how much he wanted to experience this. Namor never received a hug except if it was one from his mother. For the first time in 500 years, he had felt an act of love and intimacy.

“I’m sorry, Namor. I will cherish this as long as I am... With you.”

It was a surprise to her that she’d even say that. Well, you can always expect the unexpected when you’re taken away by a king from under the sea, right?

(Y/N) broke the hug and stood up, extending her arm out to Namor, “Please, take me to see your city. I would love to see it.”

Namor’s hand hesitated before wrapping around hers, pulling her close, “Of course, in yakunaj.”

Then they disappeared into the abyss of the water that was on the edge of the cave. He never let go of (Y/N) on the trip down to Talokan.

[dotster001]

A Pisces Confusing Throuple

Summary: Sebek x Azul x Reader. What a polyamorous relationship looks like for NRC's hottest Pisces'.

Sagittarius Capricorn Aquarius Aries Taurus Gemini Cancer-coming soon

How it happens

Sevens, this is a weird trio. Perhaps Sebek fell for you first. Or perhaps it was Azul. No one knows for sure, and neither will admit it.

Sebek came to Azul, asking for his help to win your heart. Azul, having also fallen for you, slipped a clause into the contract about winning your heart together. Therefore, having to share your heart. There were also a bunch of mini clauses in there, where if Sebek failed to complete certain tasks, he forfeited all rights to winning your love.

In the midst of fulfilling this contract, Sebek found Azul to be a (mostly) honorable man, as well as charming, beautiful, and awe inspiring. Meanwhile, Azul became charmed by Sebek's tenacity, loyalty, and hardworking nature.

By the time they have both won your love, the two of them are more than willing to share…because they now like each other as well.

What these Pisces' get up to

The three of you are generally calm and collected…until you aren't. Whether it's Azul suddenly breaking down from stress, you sobbing after a test, or Sebek going off on literally anyone because they disrespected his lord, it's never expected, and always out of nowhere. Then an hour later you'll be calm again, like it never happened. Luckily, in the midst of it all, your partners are understanding, and do their darndest to be a shoulder to cry on, provide advice, or help cover up a murder. True love.

No one is expecting you all to be hopeless romantics…and yet… You have Azul, putting together late night candlelit dinners, where he cooked the food himself, set the table himself, recorded himself singing love songs as ambience. Or Sebek, taking you all on night time walks, pointing out the wildlife, the stars, and plants that he has learned about in his training, or that reminds him of his partners. Leaving each other love letters in your lunches, cheek kisses as you pass each other in the hallways, holding hands when together. So sweet! And everyone around you is confused.

"I can fix them" -all three of you, privately, to your friends. That's it. That's the end of this point. You know what I'm talking about.

Field trips to the ocean! Azul leads frequent tours around his home for the three of you.  He also ensures plenty of time for the three of you to "play" together, and live out your ocean/mer fantasies. Sebek finds himself less yelly after one of these trips, Azul feels more confident (courtesy of you and Sebek complimenting his mer form) and you are less stressed. Azul promises both of you he will get you potions to turn you into mers, someday.

Azul loves when the three of you work together to plan an event or a theme night for the lounge. It's when he comes up with his best ideas. The three of you spend hours bouncing ideas around, and coming up with bigger and bigger plans. Unfortunately, Jade usually steps in to stop your brilliant ideas at some point. (Aka y'all were getting out of hand, and he wants to still have a paycheck)

In summary…idk man, this is really an odd trio. But pisces in general is just odd and chaotic, so as long as you three are willing to put up with each other's unique traits, then I guess you'll be fine.

[luveline]

hi jade!! i love eddie and roan always, can we get a ficlet from their earlier days where roan is smaller. just whatever you want to write about, thanks love you💖

Eddie isn’t sure how you’ve ended up like this, but he’ll take it. He’s never laid in someone’s lap, at least not with a girl he was dating, never had someone like him enough to start scratching his back of their own volition. You draw sweetly gentle lines up and down the length of him with your nails, never pausing, an automatic expression of love. 

He’s pathetic, pressing his face to your stomach. He really hopes you love him. 

“Can I sleepover?” you whisper. 

“You can move in,” he mumbles. 

“You shouldn’t flirt so much.” Your hand climbs up to his hair, where you continue your awful lovely scratching. “Can I have a kiss?” 

You shouldn’t be allowed to whisper like that. Eddie turns his face away from your stomach and lifts his chin. He’s spoiled —you lean down and kiss him. He doesn’t do any of the hard work. 

“Daddy?” 

Eddie touches your face and finally forces himself to sit up. “Ro?” 

She’s wearing pyjamas you bought for her with good intention but misinformation, the legs pooling around her feet and the sleeves over her hands. Her smile showcases a row of pearly, baby teeth. She looks cute, but her hair is alarming. 

“What have you done?” Eddie asks, cringing. “Babe, are those stickles again?” 

“They’re stuck,” she says. She realises he’s alarmed and begins to panic, reaching up, “Oh no!” 

“It’s okay,” Eddie says, quickly burying his own emotions. He should’ve done so from the start, but you’d yanked his defences down and left him a slovenly mess from all your sweetness. Plus, it’s not like he’s the calmest guy in the world. “Baby, it’s fine. Come here, let me see.” 

“Wait,” she says tearfully. 

“Baby,” he says again, softer still, “come here, I’ll fix it. I promise.”

“Cross your heart?” she asks. 

Eddie pouts at her wobbly lip. “I cross my heart, Roanie. Just come sit down.” 

You squeeze his thigh with a distinct sense of pride, though he has no idea what he’s done. Roan drags herself to the couch and Eddie picks her up to sit her between your leg and his, getting a better look at the problem, red, green, and yellow stickle bricks lost in her hair. It’s not as bad as it seems closer up. 

He draws a line with tow of his knuckles across her shoulder. “It’s fine,” he says, kissing her cheek, “it’s okay, no biggie. I’ll go get a comb and we’ll brush them all out! Your beautiful hair will be fine.” 

“Thank you,” she says. 

You make a funny sound. “Aw, Ro.” You take a stickle brick into your hand carefully. “Can I help too?” 

“Please, please.” She turns her huge eyes on you and grabs your arm. “Please don’t pull.” 

“Never, babe.” 

You and Eddie take some time to pull the bricks from her hair, their tines like Velcro stuck between her dark curls. It takes ages, and she grows frustrated, but Eddie holds her hand in his and says, “Just be patient, sweetheart, you gotta wait,” while feeling especially tender. He forgets sometimes that she’s not his mini me after all, that her experiences of fear are fresh and new. “It’s going okay, Ro, it just takes ages.” 

“It’s hurting,” she whines. 

He doesn’t believe her, but maybe it is a little uncomfortable. “Do you want to take a break? You’ll have to stay really still.” 

“Please pull them out.” 

“Alright, babe.” He tucks his hair behind his ears. “Let’s do this.” 

Eventually, with Roan near tears and Eddie worried you’re overwhelmed, you untangle the three bricks from her hair and brush away the matted tangles. “Sooo silky,” you murmur, leading the comb down to her small shoulders. 

“I think we’re done. You are restored to your former glory, babe,” Eddie says. 

Roan lifts her hands up and feels along her head. “No bricks?” 

“Totally fixed.” 

Roan stands up on the couch. Eddie eyes her suspiciously, but she wraps her arms around him and kisses his cheek, reminiscent of how Eddie thanks her when she’s being good. “Thank you, dad.” 

He snorts. Roan beams at him and spins on her socked foot to hug you. You don’t get a kiss. You look overjoyed anyhow, quick to wrap her up and pat her back. “Thank you,” she says. 

“You’re welcome, princess.” You meet his eyes over her hair. “You’re more than welcome. No more stickles in your hair through, right?” 

“Right,” she says with an eager nod. 

Eddie shakes his head at you. This is the third time this month. 

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ The kid in Ramshackle Dorm

Gender neutral, platonic

- order 52 | Headcanon | Octavinelle

They’re the only dorm that doesn’t really think about stuff like why they’re letting a child attend high school.

Maybe Azul is like “It’s strange that such a young child is staying here.”

Jade and Floyd agree but nothing more than that.

Floyd Leech

The nickname Little Shrimpy really makes sense since you’re little. You’re old enough to know some sort of common sense but anything below 15 is considered little children to him.

He either babies you, like giving you crayons and the kids menu when you visit Mostro Lounge. He doesn’t understand why you don’t want to color in the fun little whales and sharks?

Or he just shows you things completely above your level.

“Hey, Little Shrimpy, can you solve this formula?”

“Floyd, what is that??”

“Calculus!”

He does it on purpose, then he tries to teach you it. But there are just some stuff you can’t teach a child.

Honestly it just looks like scribbles to you. Floyd is surprisingly smart but only when he wants to be.

Jade Leech

He doesn’t treat you that differently actually. He treats you the same way he would treat a person but if they were short.

He can be a bit snarky about it though.

“Oh I’m sorry. I couldn’t see you so far down.”

“One day, I’m gonna be taller than you.”

He knows kids can be cruel since they’re still in their growing stages, he’s technically a kid too but he’s still at a different point in life.

But you’re actually pretty average. You’re not mean but just moody, mostly because lack of sleep. An unhealthy sleep schedule isn’t good. He tells you that but you take it as just him making fun of you but it’s an actual piece of advice.

He usually gives you tea with some sleeping medicine so you can get those hours in, but you just think that tea in Twisted Wonderland makes you sleepy. But nah, it’s regular tea but with sleeping medicine.

He turns into an unintentional older brother figure. He doesn’t mean to do all these nice things for you like carry you to bed or help you with your homework but it’s like a natural instinct for him.

Azul Ashengrotto

Scared of you. He doesn’t like kids. Might be that way cause he was bullied, and you can be a lil mean.

His fear of you is sorta irrational and people try to tell him that but he’s not hearing anybody out. He wouldn’t straight up avoid you/run away. but he would act a differently around you.

There would eventually be a time where he realizes that you’re not really all that evil. In fact, maybe you were like him back then. The one getting bullied. Maybe then he would show some care towards you. He would actually get really attached to you if you seem impressed about what he does.

He’s gonna start teaching you about business and stocks. In other words, he might accidentally make you his mini me. Some people (Heartslabyul + Savannaclaw) might not like how you started talking like a smartass to everyone ever since you started hanging around Azul.

[crazylittlejester]

so for the fic/writing requests

idk man just the chain going to wars hyrule for the first time and finding out he’s homeless and living in a tree house of his old village where he talks to animals and names plants and living as a happy Aro ace trans guy (baseicslky just my headcanons lol)

I think I’ve said this before but I seriously love your headcanons for him, and I had to fight really hard to keep this one a mini fic because I love this soooo much and could’ve written so much more for it (I might go back at some point and write an actual fic about this at some point). Anyways, trans Link real

Here you go!! (720 words):

“I think we should all fit,” Warriors mumbled to himself as he led them down a path further into the woods. When the good captain had said he was taking them to see his house, Twilight had expected the man to lead them into the heart of the city, not the middle of a forest.

“I really had you down as a city boy,” Sky said as they walked along. “I didn’t think you’d buy a house out here.”

Warriors just laughed. “I didn’t ‘buy’ a house. I built it.”

Well that raised several questions, and the captain answered them all vaguely. What they were able to get out of him was that he had no property that he legally owned and instead ran off to live alone in a small tree house near the village he was raised in. Twilight had certainly never expected that from Warriors, he was so talkative and loud it was hard to him imagine living in solitude.

“You never shut up, I have a hard time believing you live alone with no one to talk to,” Legend huffed, kicking a stick in his way.

“I have Eileen, I’m not alone.”

“You have a girlfriend??” Four sputtered with wide eyes.

Warriors turned around and rolled his eyes at the smith. “No, she’s my jade plant. I named her Eileen. I’m… I don’t have a girlfriend? Why is that the first thing your mind went to???”

“You… You named your plant-“ Legend stared at him.

“Yes?” The captain raised an eyebrow. “It’s not that weird dude. I have several named plants I’ll have you know.”

Twilight didn’t feel he was in a position to judge. He lived on his own but he was close enough to the other villagers that he could easily get his fill of social interaction whenever he needed it. Warriors was so deep in the woods that coming across other hylians probably wasn’t a common occurrence, so if the man named his plants, who was Twilight to make fun of him for it.

They’d reached the tree house and had begun climbing up when a small little bird swooped down, landing on the captain’s head. He honestly expected Warriors to scream or make a huge fuss of how the little animal had ruined his hair, but he just grinned instead, reaching up to carefully pat the small bird on the head.

“Another friend of yours?” Time pointed to the little guy.

“Yeah,” the captain shrugged, “she comes and goes. Her name is Pebbles.”

Twilight was obsessed with Pebbles. The bird stayed on Warriors head the entire time the man climbed up to his own front door and let all the others inside, and even came inn the house. She seemed very happy with her perch, and Twilight was starting to think she’d missed the captain.

“Make yourselves at home!” Warriors grinned, hands on his hips. “Just don’t break my stuff.”

The captain didn’t have many decorations in his home, just a few statement pieces that Twilight definitely took a few minutes to look at. The first thing that caught his eye was a shelf full of a bunch of empty glass bottles with hand written labels on them in Warrior’s elegant writing that said, ‘Man Juice’. The captain saw him looking at it and his eyes went wide in fear, but he immediately relaxed when Twilight burst out laughing.

“That’s hilarious,” he wheezed, holding his stomach as he laughed. “‘Man Juice’?? Sweet Ordona! I jus’ throw my bottles away when I’m done with em!”

“I like to think I’m something of a comedic genius,” Warriors wiggled his eyebrows at him with a flashy grin, Pebbles still sitting happily on his head.

The rest of Warriors wall decor wasn’t nearly as funny as the empty testosterone potions, he had a couple of drawings clearly made by a child pinned to the wall that Time had a rather odd reaction to (the old man had teared up and given Warriors a look Twilight couldn’t decipher), and on another wall were a bunch of plants on shelves or hanging from the ceiling.

It certainly hadn’t been what any of them were expecting, but Warriors’s home was a nice cozy place, and Twilight was grateful his brother had allowed them to stay there for the night.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could you do the yandere octotrio with dwarf octopus Mc

Imagine when you transport into the Twisted Wonderland world your just an dwarf-octopus hybrid

And when you see Leona, Ruggie, and Jack you think this is normal

So when you go to the monstro lounge and just randomly turn into this mini octopus they’re reeling

“W-what?! A-are you making fun of me?!”

“What?!” 

“Awww~ Shrimpy-chan is actually dwarfy-chan!? So cute.”

“Oh my, isn’t this interesting?”

Everyone’s surprised but the Octotrio are the most excited 

Azul’s having a crisis because he doesn’t know what that mean

But he’s actually really happy

Even when everyone gasps and is kind of scared you still change into your dwarf state and he loves that 

Like you just change and cling onto the people you like and he admires your confidence

When he revealed that he was an octupos-mer you seemed even more inclined to befriend

“OMG we’re octo-buddies!!!”

It really helps with his self-love

Plus your really adorable in your octopus state

Sitting in his lap or clinging to his shoulder 

He falls into a rhythm petting you while he counts his earnings or looks over his contracts

He gets really sad when he finds he’s petting air rather than your head

And he’s not above seeking you out to fix that

Floyd and Jade are having a field day

More so Floyd than Jade he’s happily parading you around

On his head, on his shoulder, on his face, in his hands, in his mouth

He wants to take you everywhere 

This translates into your human form

He still picks you up and carries you around like nothings changed

He loves this so much

Jade is more lowkey 

He’ll let you hang on him, being mindful of you when he’s moving too much

But I can see him being more upfront about his questions as a dwarf octopus

Enjoying listening to you talk while he fiddles with mushrooms and rocks that he’s found

Now when other people start to discover how cute you are or just keeping you to enjoy your company

They aren’t too pleased

“It's been a while since you’ve been to the Monstro lounge..everything okay?”

“Yeah I’m just hanging out with all my friends.”

“Oh is that so…”

Jade’s the first to really realize how the excitement of your kindred spirits is waning and he doesn’t like it

Azul realizes as well but he’s still too timid to keep you with him

Floyd isn’t though

The eel has no problem throwing you over his shoulder after crashing Riddle’s tea-date with you

Or dragging you out of your bed at the midnight hours to carry you to Octavinelle

“Oi oi, kobe-chan you can’t keep dwarfy all to yourself!”

“Oh!” “HEY!! PUT THEM DOWN THIS INSTANT!!”

“Fu-fu, no.”

Azul is slower to get on the train because your just so confident in yourself

And in a twisted way he rationalizes that every octopus should spend some time closed up

And your time should be now 

So when your plopped into a really fancy little tank you start freaking out a little

They’ll let you change back but your only allowed to be less than an arms length from one of them at all times 

“Where ya going Dwarfy-chan?”

“B-back to my dorm…I’ve spent the whole week with you guys and I’m sure Grim is worried and–”

“No worries, I’ll let him know when I pick up your stuff.”

“W-what?! Wait-”

“ Now about that, can you sign this just so Jade can peacefully retrieve your stuff.”

“Peacefully?! You weren’t going to-”

“It's just a precaution really, a trifle; you'll sign won’t you?” 

[mythrender]

Back to Tumblr after years away (hi folks!), so I guess I’ll share the cover art I painted for THE JADE SETTER OF JANLOON by Fonda Lee!

This is a wraparound cover for Subterranean Press’ limited edition of the novella; I got to do the title lettering too:

When coming up with ideas, I wrote a mini brief for myself: balance, power, mystery, family ties. The jade setters' neutrality is central to the story and a counterpoint to the clans’ power. (Alternative brief: make it jade as fuck.)

Figuring out the composition was tricky—the piece's rhythm has to work not just when viewed as a whole, but also in smaller sections like the back and front flaps. And while the novella introduces new characters, the Pillars and Horns still loom large as symbols over Janloon...a nod to both their power in the city as well as how readers would be coming off JADE CITY or JADE WAR  familiar with the Kaul family or Mada and Gont Asch.

While reading the manuscript I jot down ideas as they flash by. The seed for this cover can be seen in the top left of this sketchbook page:

I then develop each thumbnail into a very rough colour sketch and put them together with reference images to send to Fonda and Bill Schafer at Sub Press. Sort of a combination of moodboard and thumbnails:

Got the go-ahead to develop thumbnail D, so I make a more detailed sketch of the full composition, with two options for characters’ gestures on the front cover:

And then it’s off to paint! I sneak in little references to the story where I can. The mansion is based on the Straits Eclectic architectural style of shophouses in Penang, where I live, while some of the buildings in the city are based on Hong Kong. Many hours of painting and finagling later, it’s finished, gets sent to the publisher, then the printers, then to Green Bone fans everywhere.

I recently turned in the cover for JADE SHARDS, a short story anthology that’s my favourite Green Bone Saga title so far, and I can’t wait for everyone to see it when pre-orders open next year! Don’t take my word for it: https://twitter.com/FondaJLee/status/1574248123463266304

Fonda’s also posted a peek at the signature page over on her Instagram, showing a crop of Shae and cormorants from the cover art. It’s been a real honour and pleasure getting to draw for a world I’m a fan of :)