#i miss lucky patch if you can't tell

[rin-rin-kururin]

With friendship you get your wish With friendship I'll gut you like a fish!

Redraw of this january thingy (insane)

and i love sketch for this work they look so silly i miss them

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: motherly hashira!reader x the hashira pt 2

characters: fem!reader x muichiro, sanemi, mitsuri, obanai

AN: this is a pt 2 for the request from @danielle-marie

READ THE FIRST PART HERE

MUICHIRO

I LOVE THIS BABY SM U DONT UNDERSTAND

he's the hashira that ur most comfortable around

he was a hashira before u

but u get promoted and its an instinct

child.

must protect.

at first he probably gets annoyed by you

he's not used to someone caring for him the way that u do

but then one day ur sent on a long mission

maybe a few weeks long

and he finds himself missing something

of course he has no idea what it is that he's missing something

he completely forgot about u

but when you get back to the butterfly estate and he sees u

it clicks

he remembers

he missed you

he missed your overprotective nature

he missed your soft caring voice

he missed the way that you brush and style his hair

he REALLY missed that ^

walks up to u, grabs ur hand and tugs u away

doesn't care if you were talking to someone

and doesn't say a word

brings you to his favorite cloud watching spot with a tight grip on your hand

makes you sit down

and lays his head in ur lap

stop im squealing and kicking my feet from the cuteness

SANEMI

my guyyyyyy

have i ever told yall that i love him?

only in every single thing i post

anyways

he HATES you at first

lmfao rip u

your shy and quiet nature reminds him of giyuu

and if theres one person sanemi can't stand

its giyuu

therefore he don't fw u

and doesn't pay u much attention

UNTILLLLL

he witnesses u pulling genya by the ear to the infirmary after a mission

and telling genya tf off for pulling som stupid shit during the mission

+100 respect right there

not only are u actually talking

but ur screaming??

at his brother??

and taking care of him at the same time?????

my guy is lucky if he doesn't pop a boner right there lmfaooo

starts paying more attention to u after that

and is noticeably a lot nicer and calmer around you

will blush beet red and deny tf out of it if the other hashira comment abt his change of heart

but def develops a soft spot for u

MITSURI

SWEETEST HUMAN BEING TO EVER EXIST EVER

she loves u

ofc she does she's the love hashira

but in mitsuri's mind how could she not absolutely ADORE u

not only are you breathtakingly beautiful in her eyes

but she sees the way u interact with the younger slayers

how u genuinely care for everyone's wellbeing

if she wasn't looking for a husband she would wife u tf UP

she still might lol

mitsuri is gonna go out of her way to become friends with you

she's inviting u to her estate for girl's night with shinobu

she's dragging u along to her favorite restaurant for lunch

she's inviting u to join her at the hot springs to relax

she really enjoys ur presence

even if ur shy she thinks ur very soothing to be around

she loves when you do her hair!!

and when u cook for her??

mitsuri alrdy eats a lot

but if u made the food for her??

girl is not letting a CRUMB go to waste

loves the way u take care of everyone

especially when u take care of her

10/10 would recommend a mitsuri

OBANAI

someone pls love this man

he needs it so bad

so dude had SHIT parents

like bad bad

so when he sees ur interactions with the younger slayers he's prob a lil put off at first

like ma'am?

this is the demon slayer corps??

we don't have time for all ur mothering and coddling

but then he's injured on a mission

and waiting in the infirmary for shinobu to show up and patch him up

and then u bust through the doors???

confused asf

shinobu is on a mission and you've been helping out in the infirmary

so looks like ur the one taking care of him today

and turns out his injury is bad enough to land him an extended stay in his lil hospital bed

and after a few days of u taking care of him

with ur red face and soft stuttered words

he learns that you're not so bad

and he actually enjoys being around you

and being taken care of

won't voice this tho

but when Aoi comes in to give him his meds one day he gives himself away by accident

with a

"where's y/n?"

he's a blushing grumbling mess after that lol

after he discharged best believe the next time he gets injured he's not even going to the infirmary

he's hunting u tf down

nobody else gets to take care of him except YOU

and thats period.

[grison-in-space]

you know what else fucks me up about the US election? one of the things that has left me reeling in bewilderment and grief this month?

I'm a scientist, y'all.

That means that I am, like most American research scientists, a federal contractor. (Possibly employee. It's confusing, and it fucks with my taxes being a postdoctoral researcher.) I get paid because someone, in the long run ideally me, makes a really, really detailed pitch to one of several federal grant agencies that the nation would really be missing out if I couldn't follow up on these thoughts and find concrete evidence about whether or not I'm right.

Currently, my personal salary is dependent on a whole department of scientists convincing one of the largest and most powerful granting agencies that they have a program that is really good at training scientists that can think deeply about the priorities of the agency. Those priorities are defined by the guy who runs the agency, and he gets to hire whatever qualified people he wants. That guy? The Presidential Administration picks that one. That's how federal agencies get staffed: the President's administration nominates them.

All of the heads of these agencies are personally nominated by the president and their administration. They are people of enormous power whose job is to administer million-dollar grants to the scientists competing urgently for limited funds. A million dollars often doesn't go farther than a couple of years when it's intended to pay for absolutely everything to do with a particular pitch, including salaries of your trainees, all materials, travel expenses, promoting the work among other researchers, all of it—so most smart American researchers are working fervently on grants all the time.

The next director of the NIH will be a Trump appointee, if he notices and thinks to appoint one. NSF, too; that's the group that funds your ecology and your astroscience and your experimental mathematics and physics and chemistry, the stuff that doesn't have industry funding and industry priorities. USDA. DOE, that's who does a lot of the climate change mitigation and renewable energy source research, they'll just be lucky if they can do anything again because Trump nigh gutted them last time.

Right now, I am working on the very tail end of a grant's funding and I am scurrying to make sure I stay employed. So I'm thinking very closely about federal agency priorities, okay? And I'm thinking that the funding climate for science is going to get a lot fucking leaner. I'm seeing what the American people think of scientists, and about whether my job is worth doing. It's been a lean twelve years in this gig, okay? Every time the federal government gets fucked up, that impacts my job, it means that I have to hustle even harder to get grants in that let me support myself—and, if I have any trainees, their budding careers as well!—to patch over the lean times as much as we can.

So I've been reeling this week thinking about how funding agency priorities are going to change. I work on sex differences in motivation, so let me tell you, the politics reading this one for my next pitch are going to be fun. I'm working on a submission for an explicitly DEI-oriented five year grant with a cycle ending in February, so that's going to be an exercise in hoping that the agency employees at the middle levels (the ones that know how to get things done which can't be replaced immediately with yes men) can buffer the decisions of those big bosses long enough to let that program continue to exist a little while longer.

Ah, Christ, he promised Health & Human Services (which houses the NIH) to RFK, didn't he? We'll see how that pans out.

I keep seeing people calling for more governmental shutdowns on the left now, and it makes me want to scream. The government being gridlocked means the funding that researchers like me need doesn't come, okay? When the DOE can't say fucking "climate change," when the USDA hemorrhages its workers when the agency is dragged halfway across the country, when I watch a major Texan House rep stake his career on trying to destroy the NSF, I think: this is what you people think of us. I think: how little scientists are valued as public workers. Why am I working this hard again?

This is why I described voting as harm reduction. Even if two candidates are "the same" on one thing you care about, they probably aren't the same level of bad on everything. Your task is to figure out the best person to do the job. It's not about a fucking tribalist horse race. A vote is your opinion on a job interview, you fucks. We have to work with this person.

Anyway, I'm probably going to go back to shaking quietly in despair for a little longer and then pick myself up and hit the grind again. If I'm fast, I might still get the grant in this miserable climate if I run, and I might get to actually keep on what I'm trying to do, which is bring research on sex differences, neurodivergence and energy balance as informed by non-binary gender perspectives and disability theory to neuroscience.

Fuck.

[loganlermanstanaccount]

Real Pretty

pairing: joel miller x reader

(AO3 mirror) summary: You and Joel are not in a relationship. But Joel gets jealous anyways. 

author's note: Timeline's a little hazy, au where Joel, Ellie and Y/N stay in Jackson and nothing bad happens ever. 

warnings: fluff, Joel's OOC as shit (what's new), filthy filthy smut (you have been warned), 18+ minors DNI

wc: 1.2k

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You can't stop staring. Oh god, he's pretty. You steal a glance at him with a mouthful of food by the canteen table. He's just woken up, by the looks of it: shirt a little wrinkled and hair all over the place. With a yawn, the base of his denim shirt lifts up to expose his tan belly, right at the v-line, with a dark tuft of hair leading right down to.. 

SLAM! Ellie bangs her tray on the table and clatters into her seat. 

"You look like shit." she says with a toothy grin. 

"And you smell like shit, you little gremlin." You snap, without missing a beat. Woah. Too much, maybe. 

She just laughs, her smile a bit wider, and that glint in her eye. "Oh yeah? Well I heard that somebody had a real good night yesterday." 

You pause to give Ellie a look. A look that says she's too young and too nosy. And, most importantly: what the fuck was she talking about? 

"That guy? Paulie or Peter or what's-his-face? Heard he slept over at the clinic." 

"Huh?" you splutter, almost choking on your food. 

"Kathy's mom saw him walking out of the clinic this morning. Using the backdoor. Everyone's talking about it." she tells you like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ellie, nothing happened. And if it did it would be none of your business."

"Uh-huuh." 

"I'm serious. Nothing. Happened. You should know better than to trust gossip. This kind of thing can be really hurtful and you're lucky I don't-" 

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Joel definitely doesn't know." 

"Joel doesn't know what?" He walks up and pulls out the chair next to you, plate of food in one hand.

"Somebody," she looks you dead in the eye. "boinked Petey last night in the clinic but doesn't want to admit it." 

That last line made you squint. Ah. Now you get it. Ellie's attempt at revenge for teasing her about a certain crush she 'doesn't want to admit'. Touché. 

"Boinked?" Joel coughs into his eggs. "Jesus, forget I asked."

~~~

Later, Joel meets you in the makeshift office of the clinic after hours. It had been surprisingly quiet considering the bustle of the previous week. So much so, that you jolt at the knock at the door. You forgot he was coming over to mend a broken cupboard. 

He comes with a toolbox and kneels by the cupboards, propping up the broken door with one hand and a screwdriver in the other. The very door you had struggled to open and close not too long ago. He had picked it up with ease, and you watched in awe as his hands took out the worn screws, dexterous and nimble. The room was so quiet, you couldn't help yourself. 

"I patched him up and worked late. He took one of the beds and was out like a light, I swear." 

"I believe you." He doesn't look up. Is he mad? Jealous, even? His face was stoic, unreadable and so you kept going. 

"I was just taking inventory. And I can handle myself, you know that or else I never would've taken the chance." 

"I know." Nothing. Again. You slump in your chair and watch him finish up in silence. 

"Sweetheart," he says, packing up. "You're thinking out loud again."

His voice is soft and it makes you melt. "Everyone thinks something happened Joel. They're gonna think I'm a slut, or something."

He pads over and kneels so he's level with you. Gently, Joel cups your cheek with one hand, and puts his hand on your thigh with the other. 

"That's because you are a slut, sweetheart."

He kneads your thighs, creeping closer and closer to your core. "You're the prettiest fuckin' slut I've ever seen." 

Your mind goes blank when Joel's like this. Voice as soft as butter whispering the filthiest shit whilst stroking your pussy. His fingers ghost over your jeans and you whimper. "I'm not a- fuck!" 

He dips his hand into your underwear. Soaking wet and he's barely touched you. He keeps it slow, drawing lazy circles around your clit whilst holding you close. 

"Don't like hearing those things about you. They don't see you -fuck - like I do. You didn't fuck him, darlin', I know that. But he wanted to. You can see it in his eyes." He's faster now, dipping a finger in and out your hole like it's his job. You hold onto his forearm to steady yourself and hump his hand. Desperately chasing your climax. 

"That's it, that's it. Good fuckin' girl. You wanna cum?" He asks and you nod your head dumbly. "Use your words, darlin'. Need'ta hear you say it."

"Yes, yes, please Joel…. wanna cum-" 

He nods and you throw your head onto his shoulder, shaking as you cum into Joel's hands. He pulls his hand out of your jeans and licks them clean with hooded eyes. He's hard, cupping himself over his trousers and rocking slightly to relieve the pressure. What a sight; Joel Miller on his knees for you, because of you. 

You grab him by the lapel of his shirt and fall into a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You motion to take off his shirt and start to strip yourself. When your shirt comes off he presses hot kisses into your bare skin; mumbling profanities into your collarbone and the peak of your tits. 

His pants come off and you reach to pump him; his tip red and sticky with precum. He groans and grabs your hand, lips plump and swollen from kissing you. 

"-shit, not yet," He helps you stand, and bends you over the desk, bow-legged. You're hot and sticky and desperate now, whining for him to fill you up-

-and he does, in one swift motion, without any warning or prep. "You're gonna take what I give you, ain't that right sweetheart?" 

You nod haphazardly, whining under his grip. His hips piston into you at just the right angle, so fast you're seeing stars. 

"No-one else can fuck you like I can, don't forget that. Next time, a little shit like Petey comes round, you tell him you're mine, won't you?"  You're babbling now, incoherent as pleasure builds in your gut. "All mine. All. Fuckin'. Mine." 

With that, a coil snaps, and your legs collapse under the pleasure that washes over you. Joel is quick to follow, turning you around so that when he cums on your stomach, he can see the bliss on your face. Gently, he picks you up like a blushing bride into the next room, onto one of the treatment beds. He gets a towel from the supply cupboards and cleans you up, kissing your forehead. He clambers in next to you. It's a tight fit but he manages to snake an arm around and pull you towards him. Soft breath in your ear as you both stare up at the mottled ceiling, speckled in fluorescent light. Well, he did, anyway. You turn to look at him. 

He was even prettier this close. Real pretty. 

[reareaotaku]

I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend, I Wanna Kiss Your Lips

Summary: Ever since the incident where Mike patched you up, things have been different. You didn't know how to feel or what to say, but everyone around you can see that you two have changed Pairings: Yandere! [Aged Up!] Mike Wheeler x Fem! Reader Tw: Enemies to Lovers, Nicknames Pt 1: I Loathe You

Things were different now; You know, between you and Mike. You didn't know how to describe it, but it wasn't a bad feeling- but it wasn't a good feeling either. It was just... Well, weird, because you two had never gotten along. It was nice to not always be fighting though, especially at work.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You snapped out of it, looking up at Mike, who was looming over you, looking at you concerned. "Uh-Yeah- Yeah, I-uh yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seem a little out of it."

"Yeah," You crossed your arms, avoiding eye contact with him, "Everything's fine."

"Your arm looks better." He reaches for your arm, lightly caressing the bandaged area. You pull back from him, which causes him to frown. He sighs, looking around the empty restaurant, before looking back at you. "Come on, let's close up and I'll drive you."

The drive was quiet... To quiet. You wanted to speak up, say something- anything, but the words couldn't leave your mouth. Everything you wanted to say stuck in your throat, practically burning your tongue, but it wouldn't come out. You looked over at him, but his eyes were focused on the dark road and that's when you realized he was heading in the wrong direction.

"Um, Mike, I'd hate to be a backseat driver, but I think you missed the turn to my house."

"We're not going to your house."

You frowned, looking around the car, before grabbing the door handle and looking at him a little confused, "What?"

He pulls to the side of the road and parks the car, before finally looking at you, "I just wanted to talk to you. You're acting weird."

"Weird? I'm not acting weird."

He frowns, turning in his seat, "I made fun of you when you dropped a person's drink and you just said 'Yeah, I should be more careful,' in a monotone voice."

"Monotone? That's a big word, huh?"

"See, like that. You said it in that voice. Did I do something wrong?"

"What?" You shake your head, "No- I mean, uh I don't know... This is weird, you know?"

"What's weird?"

Was he playing stupid? He completely took a 180 from how you used to act together in less than 24 hours. It was giving you whiplash. Maybe you were thinking about it too much? I mean why can't you two be friends? It just felt kind of rushed... You felt a stinging sensation on your arm and looked at the now bloody bandages. You grimaced, reaching for it smearing the blood on your fingers.

"Have you been changing your bandages?"

You look at Mike like he's grown a second head. He probably didn't seriously mean the question and it came out when seeing the blood. You tilt your head, before frowning, "No, Mike, I'm not. Why would I do that?"

"Sorry, it was a dumb question," He sighs while rolling his eyes. "Why is there blood though. Here, give me your arm." He doesn't give you a chance to even think about what he said as he pulls you towards him and slowly removes the bandages.

"Why are you taking the bandages off? You don't have new ones-"

"Actually-" He lets go of your arm, opening the glove box, and there was a wrapped bandage much to your surprise. "I do. Here," He grabs your arm back and finishes unraveling the bandage.

"Wow, I never expected you to be prepared."

"Well, when you're always getting attacked by monsters, you kind of have to become prepared for everything."

You were going to tell him he's changed, that he was different, but before the words could leave your mouth, there was a sharp pain in your arm.

"Your wound reopened."

"Oh, is that what happened?"

He glares up at you, before unraveling the new bandages. "It might have happened at work or something... You're lucky I had bandages."

"The luckiest." You sarcastically respond, which just causes him to groan.

He grips your hand and pulls you towards him. "I don't know why you're acting like this. I'm trying, like really trying. I want us to be friends and I don't want to fight with you anymore. Believe it or not, I do care about you... I just... uh, I guess I never realized it until recently. I wish you would stop trying to push me away."

"Well, it's going to take time to be friends. We've fought for so long."

He rubs his thumb against where he had gripped you, before looking towards his steering wheel, "Yeah.. Time. How can we be friends over time if you just push me away though?"

"I don't push you away." You try and justify, but you knew it was true. There was a part of you that was scared that he was just pretending to be nice, so that you'd let your guard down and he could make you into a big joke. "I just... How am I supposed to know you're not going to make me into some big joke."

"Oh yeah," He rolls his eyes, before pointing at himself, "I, the guy part of possible the biggest loser club in the world with a shirt that tells the world that, am going to embarrass YOU," He points to you, "A girl who has more friends than I've ever had. Even if I was, who would I embarrass you infront of? Everyone hates me-"

"Everyone doesn't hate you. They just think you're weird."

"Well," He turns in his seat, facing the wheel again, "Maybe I like being weird."

"Yeah, I've always liked that about you. You are unapologetically yourself."

You could see the small smile rise on his face and it made you smile to yourself.

He clicks his tongue, his eyes wandering the car, "You know... I've always liked your hair- and eyes." He quickly says, messing with his hands.

You tsk, chuckling under your breath, "I like your hair too, even if most people don't like mullets," You then reach around and grab his hand, "And your hands. God I love your hands, they're so pretty. And your legs. I like how long they are."

He laughs and you blush feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Man, take me home-"

"What, you don't want to tell me more about how much you like my body?"

"Not necessarily your body." You quickly back track and Mike makes a sound of offense. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah? How did you mean it?"

"I don't know..." You laugh. "Now take me home, seriously. My dad's probably worried."

"Okay, Princess, whatever you want."

[undermine-the-instinct]

A million Bucks

Chrollo x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You and Chrollo are both dorks waiting for any chance to info dump. Also. Chrollo gives you a million dollars. Literally, it's in the title.

thank @ddarker-dreams for their latest Chrollo concept amongst others inspiring me.

“Come! On! Enough exposition about the flowers, we’re going to miss it!” Watching your boyfriend go off on color and symbolism about each flower patch you passed in the botanical garden had been cute; You imagined him to have studied up on this ever since you expressed a desire to go. It was adorable, but if he kept talking like this the both of you were going to miss the sunset, and that was something you did not want to miss.

He lets you drag him by the arm, and in your huffy mood, you can just sense the amused little smile he wears, and you pull him along faster along the path.

“We still have around fifteen minutes before the sun sets, dear.”

“So? We can't just go when the sun is about to set–it's a gradual thing, watching the sky change color and such…Just trust me.” You pat his hand and he chuckles.

The hill is a perfect height, and you happily plop yourself down when you reach it, sighing in bliss.

“And now we wait.” There are already couples of all sorts sitting in the grass around you, and Chrollo immediately takes the spot next to you, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

“So this is what you wanted to see.”

“Yes, isn’t it pretty? It’l be even prettier in a few moments.”

“Hm,” He puts a hand to his chin and you know he's about to ask one of his questions.

“Tell me, common folk tend to romanticize watching the sunset, but if removed from their conventional daily schedules, would a person be able to tell the difference between sunrise and a sunset?”

“I think it’s pretty easy to tell though? Daybreak is softer, pinks and blues and lavenders and the like. Though the same colors could be found here too…Maybe because it's more tranquil? Everyone is still mostly asleep during the daybreak so you can hear the birds and the like.”

“Yet I can hear the birds now as well. And, excluding telling factors such as sound or general aura, could you truly tell the difference?”

You shrug.

“I'm not sure? If you plopped a random person on a hill such as this, but with no accompanying factors of time– like the street lamps turning on, or the clock or business folk walking home— how would they know?”

Now he’s got you hooked, time to unload some of the random trivial knowledge you have stored in your brain. You tilt your head in thought and carry on.

“The sunset often has a more yellow tone though? Sunlight is composed of a multicolored spectrum, just like a rainbow. It passes through the atmosphere, which is a mix of gaseous molecules like oxygen and nitrogen and water vapor, at a slant as the sun drops towards the horizon. The atmosphere is thicker during this time since during the day, general activity and the sun’s beams cause molecules to swell and expand, so the sun’s light rays have a harder time traveling. The short blue and violet waves have a harder time traveling, even the yellow and orange ones, which is why more densely packed and thus polluted areas usually have red sunsets. We’re lucky today to see such a bright orange sunset, but I guess that’s just a testament to how clean the city is. I knew I voted right.”

You laugh under your nose, but soon a question pops in your mind.

 “On another note though… these names that we give to these different times; Daybreak, dawn, dusk, twilight, noon, day and night…for a person who doesn’t know such things how would they apply them? Couldn’t daybreak also refer to the sunset, or to twilight, since that's when the day ‘breaks’ into night? Afternoon is pretty straightforward, but what is the concept of noon to someone who's never experienced it before? I mean, everyone has experienced noon but–” 

You look up, and the light is so bright and orange for a moment you could’ve sworn you saw your lover covering a lovesick smile. He quickly transitions to wiping his mouth, and you’re left stupefied if that really happened. There is still the slightest red hue on his ears, and a glimmer in his eye, but that could just be the sunlight.

“Well that's getting into the topic of linguistics, and the pattern we apply to languages for the patterns we apply to our general lives. It varies greatly among language and culture, different regions and dialects. There's certain parallels though to be found. Like how in many languages, like Spanish, day is referred to with the masculine, in this case ‘Buenos’ and night as the feminine ‘Buenas’. Apollo and Artemis, Lugus and Rhiannon, Inti and Mama Quilla, Huītzilōpōchtli and Mētztli, etcetera.”

“Oh, but that's getting into gender and its role in religion. And what about cultures that are the opposite? Like Ameratsu and Tsukuyomi-no-mikoto? Sol and Máni? And at this point, if we’re speaking about an established and organized religion then that means that such patterns have already been set and defined, and our original question has already been answered by our hypothetical person or peoples.” You grin and lean in closer to him. His hand creeps along your thigh but you let it.

“Removing all factors, How could one tell the difference between a sunrise and a sunset? They’d have to rely on intuition, with the absence of context clues. Maybe they’d be able to tell, since humans are mostly Diurnal? What do you think?”

He just stares at you, drenched in the sun’s rays, and gosh he’s really freaking pretty. Modeling contract when?

But he just keeps staring, and now you notice the way his pupils are dilated, the way he's leaning in.

“Chrollo?”

“I think,” he licks his lips before he speaks. “That you’re going to miss your sunset if you keep on.” You’re already flailing a little before he finishes his sentence, and Chrollo can't help the expression on his face as you eagerly lift your head to the sparse clouds up above.

“As riveting your conversation is though.”

“Oh shush you, we almost missed it!”

True, the skies edges were being beaten into blooming shades of indigo and plum, slipping into a golden orange and bleeding red at its sinking core. It was nothing he hadn't already seen before.

But you were acting like it was your first time; Your widened eyes glowed in the reflection of the sun, painting you in golden armour. It painted your hands, gilded your hair, lay heavy over your eyelids, and slick across your mouth like honey, opened slightly in awe. It seemed to almost pool on your tongue, and he so wanted a taste.

“Why are you staring at me?” You say, not keen to pull your eyes away. More's the pity. If you turned your head you would catch a glimpse of a man so besotted, drowning willingly in a love he never once thought he’d ever be able to experience.

“I seem to find you more captivating dearest.” 

Your brow pinches, adorably, but you scoff a laugh.

“Don’t be silly, you see me almost every day. You’ve seen my face a hundred times.”

“And I've seen the sunset a thousand more. So why would I choose to look at a dying star when I can stare at you?”

The sun is almost gone, but the red hue on your face doesn’t fade, and something in Chrollo’s chest warms; purrs and curls, like a snake.

He inches forward while you huff.

“Mister Casanova over here trying to be smooth…Just what are you thinking?”

It might be indecent, the way his hand smooths along your inner thigh, but he finds he doesn’t care. Neither do you, when you finally turn to look at him, and your breath hitches with how close he is. It's getting darker, but not all of the street lamps are on.

“I’m thinking…” And he smooths your hair away from your neck. You shiver. “That right now, I'm much too endeared by you to deny you anything you might ask.”

“Oh really?” Your tone is amused, disbelieving but he nods. Goodness he was…Ah, how did Uvo and Shalnark put it again? Whipped?

“Okay, I want a million dollars.”

His expression doesn’t change. “Alright.”

“Alright? Don't tell me you’re that easy love.”

“I’m afraid I am, for you dear… Is there anything else you desire?” You flush darker, but in a bold move you grab onto his collar and drag him down into the grass for a kiss.

Your mouth does taste sweet.

A few days later, you were relaxing at home…Until you decided to go to your local coffee shop and treat yourself. Your favorite barista made your drink perfectly, and you checked your bank account to see whether you could give them a more generous tip then your usual, to find something very shocking. Now you’re pacing your bedroom with your phone pressed to your ear.

“.....Yes, dear?” Finally he picks up. You immediately lay into him.

“Chrollo? Honey, dear, darling, apple of my eye, gem of my heart…I seem to be in a bit of a conundrum.”

“Is that so? How about you explain it to me so I can help you.”

“That's exactly why I called. Now, can you tell me why there is suddenly an extra one million dollars in my bank account? Hm?” You know it's his fault. You know it.

“Hm. Maybe your boss gave you a raise?”

“Oh, is that so?”

“You have been working hard dearest.” Cheeky bastard.

“Chrollo.” He chuckles on the other end of the line, and you feel like the top of your head is going to blow off.

”Chrollo.”

“Alright, alright. It was me.”

“And why in the nine circles would you do that?”

He’s silent over the line for a minute, you can only hear the hum of his car, so you assume he‘s driving, wherever he is.

“Well, you asked for it.”

“What–”

“As your spouse, isn’t it my duty to attend to your every want and need?” You slam the phone down on your bed, and immediately smack face down into a pillow, and scream. What the hell. You can hear his muffled voice on the side, and pick the phone back up after about a minute of suffering.

“Are you alright dearest?”

“My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.”

“Oh? Now that won't do. Would another million make you feel better?”

“I will literally leave you if you do that.”

“I always knew you were a thief. Not content with just my heart, are you?”

You sigh hard and pinch the bridge of your nose. There is an anxiousness curling tight and hot in your belly, and his amused tone of voice isn’t helping.

“Where did you even get this kind of money?”

“I won the lottery.” You yell his name and he laughs, full on laughs, you’re sure your face is completely red by now.

“I'm truly serious.”

“I’m not going to accept that as an excuse.”

“Fine. Then it was inheritance from a rich estranged aunt of mine. Perhaps I'm secretly the CEO of a major conglomerate. Or perhaps I own a couple of mines. Maybe I got lucky with the stocks I invested in. Whatever makes it easiest for you to accept, darling.”

“Accept what?”

“I think we both know what I’m alluding to.” There's that tone of voice again. That tone.

Sometimes, Chrollo just…puts you on edge. There was always something eerie about him, and while he could shrug it off and be his dashing, charming self, you couldn't deny that he sometimes made the hairs on your neck stand on end.

He was too observant, you could never sneak up on him. Never.  And he liked to stare, a lot. He was also crazy observant–bringing up little tidbits of info and conversation you brought up years ago with perfect clarity. He acted the most odd when you were your authentic self, like he was simultaneously amused and fascinated by your ‘quirks’. 

Like when you would stop to talk to and help strangers, or when you’d return a wayward shopping cart to its right place, or when you stop to pet the local stray cats. You had always brushed it off with probably him being jaded, a bit awkward (he doesn't get internet lingo, he doesn't know basic meme culture but can tell you in excruciating detail where the murderer went wrong in whatever documentary you’re watching), but you cared for him. The good outweighed the strange, right?Even  if he was gone so often, or never took off the wrapping around his forehead or changed in front of you, or how he could sometimes move so fast.

Your partner is creepy, honestly. But who doesn't want a borderline cryptid boyfriend? You stay with him anyways.

Maybe that's to your own detriment.

You sigh again, feeling like five years has been taken off your life. “You can't just drop a million dollars into my bank account Chrollo.”

“And why not?”

“Because… Because!! A million dollars Chrollo?”

“I see no issue with it. And I’m not taking it back.” He cuts you off before you can start your next sentence.

“I don’t see much value in material wealth. It makes no difference to me. Consider it disposable income.”

“Spoken like a true bourgeois.I can’t believe I betrayed my fellow man for a blood sucking parasite.” You wipe a fake tear away.

“‘Parasite’? I'm quite partial to spiders myself.”

“Ew, whatever.” Of course he would like spiders. “I’m donating your money to charity then.”

“Alright then. It’s your money now dear.”

“...You’re amused by all this, aren’t you.”

“I’m not quite  sure what you mean,” sounds of traffic overtake the line as he goes silent for a moment.

“I’m just endeared by your humility and generosity. But there's no need for theatrics dear. What's mine is mine, and what's mine is yours,” you can just imagine the smugness radiating behind that genial smile.

“And naturally, you are mine, so my point stands..”

You’re silent, and Chrollo waits for your response. You just sigh again, and shake your head.

“I can’t understand you sometimes.”

“There's no need for you to, darling. Just indulge me.”

“Yeah? And what would you like?” You tease, slipping into familiar territory. He hums in thought as if he doesn’t already know what he wants.

“Let me take you out to dinner tonight. No fuss from you.”

“You already made a reservation huh.”

“Of course. Five star." Oh dear goodness, this man is going to be the death of you.

Well, at least if you fall ill due to the stress of being with such a man you can actually cover your bills, and then some.

“So what do you want me to wear?”

“Something long sleeve, we’ll be dining on the open balcony.”

“You’ll just give me your coat if I get chilly. Anyways, I asked you what you want me to wear?” He goes quiet and you try not to grin.

“You said indulge you, right?”

He’s quiet over the line, before he laughs low, and despite yourself there is a flutter in your gut.

“You’re a wonder Darling.” he mutters something about ‘missing this later’  but before you could make head or tails of that he continued.

“Wear something black. Surprise me.” You roll your eyes and yourself off the bed, padding over to your closet.

“You and your monochromes…Alright, where are you?”

“Just a few blocks away.”

“That hardly gives me enough time to get ready.”

“No need to rush, we have time. I set the reservation for eight tonight, so you still have a few hours.”  

“Then why did you come so early?”

“What if you need help zipping up your dress?” You laugh, and close the closet, having grabbed what you needed.

“Whatever, let yourself in with the mat key. We’ll talk about your disposable income when you arrive. And you can put the roses away yourself when you come.”

His voice is smooth and deep with mirth. “How did you know I brought roses?”

“You always do, dear.” You hear the sound of a car roll up to the driveway and grin, hanging up the phone. You rush into the bathroom to get ready.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Kiss It Better (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader) 18+

A familiar face shows up at your apartment in need of some tender love and care, and who are you to deny him?

Word Count:2, 523 (oops!)

Warnings:Fluff, Smut, Mentions of injuries (nothing too graphic I think?), Blowjobs, Cowgirl Position, Nothing else I can think of unless I've missed something you want tagged (just send me a message!)

Authour's Note:First time writing for him (I can't believe it took me this long!) but I love him so much, and I just really wanted to have a stab at it!

Masterlist

You settle yourself against the soft cushions of your sofa with a heavy sigh, working a very long and tiresome shift in the emergency room had left you almost nodding off to sleep whilst the tv played quietly in front of your weary eyes.

Just as your eyes are about to flutter close you hear something knocking against your apartment’s window.

You reach your hand down by the side of the sofa where you keep a baseball bat at hand. Living alone in an apartment in a big city could get dangerous, and you never wanted to be without some kind of weapon to defend yourself, especially late at night.

Armed with your weapon of choice you stalk slowly towards where the noise is coming from, the knocking getting louder as you move closer. It’s only when you get close enough to your balcony window that you let the bat drop by your side with a huff.

“Adrian..” you sigh as you help him into your apartment through the window.

His soft brown curls are a little dishevelled as he looks at you with a guilty expression.

“I didn’t know where else to go, okay?” he huffs.

Adrian was your across-the-hall neighbour, living in the apartment opposite yours, and one night whilst you had been getting home from yet another late night shift, you had seen him battered and bruised leaning down, slumped against his front door. Gone was his casual outfit and tired expression from working downtown as a bus-boy at Fennel Fields. He was wearing what looked to be a very tattered teal and black tactical suit, and a pained expression on his face, wincing with every shift of his body.

Panic and worry filled your chest that day, which he tried to laugh off with a pained smile and an easy quip of ‘You should’ve seen the other guy’ 

You immediately rushed to his side, crouching down to meet him. 

“I think you had better come with me.” you tell him as you slip your arm under his shoulder to help support him. “Can you stand up for me?”

Despite clocking off from a long and arduous shift at the hospital, your nursing training and need to help those who needed it kicked in. You had already made the decision that you were going to help him, you just needed to get him to his feet and into your apartment where you could get a better look at him.    

The fact that you had admired him from afar and thought he was cute had nothing to do with why you wanted to look after him. Of course not.

“So, are you like an angel or something?” he asks, the question coming out as a little grumble as you helped him up to his feet.

Okay, so in addition to helping patch up his obvious injuries, you were also going to have to check him over for concussion.

“Not an angel, no, just a very concerned neighbour.”  You smiled, as you both made it through your apartment’s door without any trouble.

That night your adorably dorky neighbour spilled his secret to you. 

“Bus-boy by day, Vigilante by night. I’m basically batman.” he says all too proudly.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s quite what Batman does.” you dismiss with a soft shake of your head whilst you clean his wounds.

“You're lucky I didn't crack your skull open with this, Adrian.” You say as stashing away your baseball bat, before you guide him towards the small dining table in your apartment’s kitchenette. “Sit.” You instruct him, pulling out one of the chairs from under the table.

You reach into your kitchen cabinet, where you keep your first-aid kit handy. Truthfully you never really used it all that much, that was until you had met Adrian, after that you were going through band-aids and sterilised wipes way more than you ever had before. 

“Nice to see that you're prepared for anything.” He chuckles, wincing when the laugh hurts him a bit too much.

“Do I even want to know what happened this time?” You ask tentatively. You knew that Adrian had many targets on his back just by being Vigilante, it wasn't something that made him popular amongst the people who he found himself entangled with. 

His lip is split, and a few scratches and bruises decorate his freckled cheeks.

“I think the less I say, the better.” 

“Can I take your glasses off?” You ask.

He nods, and you reach out towards him to gently take the wire frames from his face.

“Okay, so, like, this is going to suck okay?” you tell him, as you reach for the disinfectant wipe to clean away the dried blood from his split lip, leaning in close to him make sure that his wounds are sufficiently cleaned.

He hisses as you clean him up, the disinfectant stinging his skin.

“Your lip should heal on its own after a few weeks. It’s not that deep, so lucky for you, you’re not going to need stitches.” 

“That’s good news, I suppose, can’t have the bad guys ruining this pretty face now, can I?” he laughed softly.

“Do you want Hello Kitty, or do you want Smurfs?” you ask him, holding out the selection of band-aids in front of him as you nod to the grazes on his knuckles.

“Hello Kitty, obviously. Never did trust the Smurfs. Little blue bastards.”

You wrap the band-aid around his finger gently, and settle back against your chair with a quiet huff.

“Thank you for taking care of me everytime.” He says shyly.

“Adrian..” 

“No, no I know, it’s probably not what you had planned for your Friday evening, y’know looking after me and all, but I just wanna let you know that I’m grateful for it.”

“How’d you even know I was going to be home? I could have been on call?”

“You leave your curtains open when you’re home, I can see the glow from the tv from the window.” he explains. “I know you like looking out into the city. You never leave your curtains open if you’re not home.”

  “Nice to know I’ve got the infamous Vigilante looking out for me.” you smile.

“Anytime you need me, I’d be there for you, you know that.” he murmurs, his head cast down, not daring to look at you. “I’d never want anything to happen to you, least of all because of me.”

Getting up from your seat you make your way over to him, tilting his head up to get him look at you.

“Every time you come here with a new set of injuries, I patch you up, we order a pizza and then you leave, and every time it gets harder and harder for me to pretend that I don’t care for you more than I should.” you admit, the words tumbling from your lips before you can stop them.

“Wait? Y-you like me? As in you, like, like-me like-me?” He bubbles, looking deep into your eyes.

“Adrian, that first day I patched you up, I brought you into my home, cleaned you up and we sat and watched Tangled on the couch, sharing slices of pepperoni pizza. If I didn’t like you I would have told you to just go to the doctors, and wished you all the best with your recovery.”

“I guess I feel a little better now, knowing you feel the same way.” he smiles. “Would I be a total dork if I asked if I could kiss you now?” he looked at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“You’d still be a dork.” you smirk as you lean in closer to him. “..but lucky for you I happen to like dorks.” you whisper against his lips, carefully pressing delicate kisses to his lips so as not to hurt his split lip too much.

In kissing you, Adrian wraps his arms around your waist and brings you close, sitting you in his lap, with each of your thighs sitting astride his.  

“This is happening right, like I'm not having some sort of out-of-body fever dream right now?” 

“No, this very much is happening right now.” You purr in his ear, playfully tugging his earlobe between your teeth and shifting your hips down to grind against the growing bulge in his pants. “..and if you want, there could be a whole lot more happening if you follow me to the bedroom..”

Leading him by hand towards your bedroom you pull him towards your bed, gesturing for him to make himself comfortable. 

He sheds his tactical suit, leaving him in a pair of tight black boxers, the fabric of which were tented where his cock strained against its confines. Upon seeing him out of his gear you notice that his body also has taken a few hits, purple bruises blooming on his skin.

“Christ, Adrian, look at you. Come on, let me take you to the hospital, they can check you out proper-” 

“No!” He cuts you off quickly. “No. Hospitals just mean more questions and more people poking their nose into my business, and I don't need that. I'm fine, I promise. I just wanna spend my night with you. Please.” he tries to quieten your worries with soft kisses pressed to your lips.

“Okay..” you sigh in defeat, “..but if you start having trouble breathing, or anything feels weird, anything at all, you need to tell me alright?”

“Got it, doc,” he nods. “..Now, where were we?”

“I believe I was about to knock your socks off, Vigilante.” You say with a seductive giggle, joining Adrian of the plush blankets on your bed.

You hook your fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxers, whilst you look into his eyes. 

“Lift your hips up for me, please.” 

Adrian responds to your request, lifting up enough so that you can tug his boxers down his legs, throwing them over your shoulder to a dark corner of your room.

His cock springs free, slapping up towards the soft trail of hair grazing his lower stomach, dribbling a sticky patch of pre-cum on his skin. 

“Can I suck your cock, please?” you ask, looking up at him from under your eyelashes, as you place soft kisses to the inside of his thighs.

“Like I'm gonna say no to that.” he scoffs with a laugh. “It’s all yours.”

You settle yourself between his spread legs, lying down on your stomach.

You start by peppering kisses to the inside of his thigh, your lips inching closer and closer before deciding to take mercy on him and licking a stripe up his cock, and letting your tongue swipe over the pool of pre-cum the beads at his tip.   

His thighs flinch with sensitivity, a stifled whimper threatening to slip past his lips.

You take his length into your mouth, the flushed pink head of his cock almost bumping against the back of your throat as you bob your head over him. 

Gathering the mess of pre-cum and saliva in your mouth you drool over his cock, using your fist to pump slick strokes over him, whilst your lips suckle on the tip.

Your fist keeps working on his cock in wet, messy strokes, your hot mouth descending lower, taking his balls into your mouth. Letting your tongue sweep across the skin, and sucking them gently.

Above you Adrian looks the picture of blissful pleasure, his head thrown back, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he tries his level best to not bury himself deep in your throat as you take him back into your mouth once more.

You suck him off for a little while longer, enjoying the heavy weight of him against your tongue before he's gently tapping you on your cheek, your eyes meeting his flushed expression.

“S-stop..” he huffs. “You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up.” 

“I thought that was the plan?” you murmur, pulling off him with spit-slick lips.

“It is, I just wanna be inside you when that happens.” he admits, as the flush on his face deepens.

“Alright then big boy, you're calling the shots.” you smile as you begin to shuffle up his body, sitting in his lap with his hard cock nestled between your wet cunt. Rolling your hips slightly so he feels the wet drag of your heat over every inch of him.

“A-ah fuck” he whines. “D-do you have any condoms?”

“Top drawer on your left.” You mumble against his neck, showering him with kisses.

He reaches into the drawer beside him, eyebrows drawing together when his hand comes into contact with something hard, and oddly shaped. Bringing out to get a better look at it, he suddenly realised what he's picked up. It's a small, pink vibrator. He pulls away to look at you, embarrassed slightly at his new-found discovery.

“Your other left, Genius.” you smirk taking it from his hands and putting it back in your drawer.

He reaches over to his other side, finally finding the box of condoms before ripping open the foil packet and sliding one on.

Reaching behind you, you take his length in your hand and position him at your entrance, sinking yourself down slowly, inch by inch until he’s fully seated in you.

You roll your hips slightly, in an experimental movement, testing the waters, but when you feel his hands settle on the curve of your ass, playfully squeezing the plump flesh, you gain confidence in your movements. Bouncing yourself over his cock happily.

“F-fuck you feel so good..pussy’s just pulling me in..” he babbles as he revels in the way you ride him.

You arch your back into your movements, breathy gasps slip from your lips every time his cock nudges deeper into you, hitting against that sweet spot that has your eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. 

“Just wanna stay buried in the pretty pussy..God, you're so tight..tell me you're close please.” he moans, his own hips thrusting up to meet you.  

“Please…” you whine, teetering on the edge of pleasure.

“You need a little extra, huh? Just need me to rub you right here, yeah?” he says all too cockily, his thumb finding your clit easily, rubbing quick little circles over it.

It didn’t take very more than a few more rolls of your hips, and Adrian pistoning up into you before you were riding out your release, clenching around him tightly, your walls hugging his length as you cum.

It also didn’t take Adrian very long to reach his high, spilling his release into the condom when he feels the way that your cunt squeezes his cock so perfectly, moaning into your mouth with a sloppily placed kiss.

You flop back against the bed with him holding you close, both of you steadily trying to catch your breaths.

“So you’ve got a vibrator, huh?” he laughs, harmlessly poking fun at you.

You lightly slap your hand against his arm with a laugh.

“If you’re not careful, I’ll end up using it on you.”

“Is that a promise?” 

Tagging a few moots but I know that this is a completely different character than I usually write for so absolutely feel free to ignore this complete, I don't mind at all!

@mrsjellymunson @penguinsandpotterheads @paybacksawitch @splendiferous-bitch

[devilmayfamily]

holds out cup a little crumb of dmc boys x reader with add/adhd please? maybe with some angst sprinkled in? i don't mean to be greedy, i am just a small simp 😔

GN!Reader Angst/Comfort Think I made myself tear up a little with these haha enjoy!

Dante

When you find something you love, you can talk about it for hours

Lucky for you, Dante loves hearing about your hypertfixations

He finds it wonderful to see you excited about something and wants to know everything you can about it

One day while talking to Dante, you notice him seemingly not paying as much attention as he usually does

He'd been writing in a notebook the entire you'd been talking

You instantly begin to think you might be annoying him or boring him and slowly stop talking

When you do, he looks up at you worried

"What's wrong sweet pea? Why did you stop talking?"

"Do I... Do I annoy you?"

He's quite shocked

You could never annoy him!

"Never! I love when you tell me all about the things you are interested in!"

"You've been looking at that notebook this entire time though"

Dante softly smiles before flipping the notebook so you see it

On the page is a list of everything you've ever told Dante about, new and old

"I've been keeping a list of the things you like. I was adding this to it"

Dante pulls you in, kissing all over your face until you start laughing

He will reassure you anytime you need it and sometimes even when you don't expect it

He loves listening to you ramble on and on and he won't ever let you think otherwise

Vergil

Vergil is a man with his own problems and one of those is perfection

Growing up, Vergil worked hard to earn his father's approval and maintain it

Getting ready for a mission one day, Vergil notices lots of things are missing or out of place

"Sweetheart, where is everything? I need to get going soon"

"Oh! It's, um..."

"Sweetheart, please"

"I remember! I promise! It's- It's..."

"Y/N! Why can't you just remember these things?!"

Vergil instantly regretted yelling at you

He knew you were trying your hardest

He couldn't get his apology in, however, as you ran off and he had to get to this mission at this point

You spent the rest of the day with Nero, the kid making threats to his father and reassuring you

When Vergil came home, he was greeted by an angry Nero

"You better fix this"

Nero lets his father in, taking him to you instantly

You're curled up on the couch, a look of fear when you see Vergil walk in

It breaks Vergil to see you scared of him, its the one thing he didn't want to do

"I'm sorry, love"

He has a few gifts for you; your comfort food, a soft sweater in Vergil's signature royal blue and a matching blanket

Without warning, you pull Vergil into a hug, ignoring the gifts

He holds you tightly, as close as he can get you to him

Vergil works on forgetting about perfection because really, nothing will ever be perfect

As long as he has you though, it's near damn perfect

V

He lost you

Again

"Angel! Come back! Where are you?!"

He told you to stay right next to him while he talked to this guy to get info

Now, he turns and finds you've run off

Again

"Angel!!"

It wasn't safe for you out here

Who knows what demon or monster of a human would find you

V knows you can hold your own but that doesn't stop him from worrying about you when you venture off like this

As V rounds a corner, he sees you battling it out with a demon

A demon that just pierced your leg

"YOU INSISTENT FOOL, LET GO OF THEM"

The demon flings you in a different direction before growling at the poet

V takes down the demon before rushing over to you

You were laying on the asphalt, the pincer of the demon still stuck in your leg

V doesn't say anything to you, just helps you up and gets you back to home base as quickly as possible

Vergil patches you up and makes sure you don't try running after your boyfriend back onto the battlefield

Later when V and Dante come back, Vergil leads Dante out of the room so you and V could talk

"I'm sorry for running off again"

"Oh angel"

V pulls you into a hug, trying not to hurt your leg

"Not out of sight anymore, please"

The two of you work on it over the next few weeks leading up to your next mission together

V's gentle with you as well, softly reminding you when you need it until it becomes second nature

And if you have to get out of his sight for something, you tell him before running off. A lot of the time he follows

V also reminds you he loves you more than anything

He doesn't want you getting hurt again

He has trust in you though

While you can't help it every time, he trusts that you'll come back in one piece

His little wanderer

Nero

You weren't listening again

Your attention was somewhere else and Nero could tell

He was trying to brief you on a mission but you weren't taking in anything he was saying

"Baby, you getting any of this?"

Focusing on Nero, you stiffen and your face becomes pale

You realize you've been daydreaming the entire time and the look on Nero's face tells you everything

He's disappointed

Blotches of color return to your face as hot tears slowly roll down your cheeks

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Nero watched as you bow your head, holding your wrist out, the sight making his heart ache

He knew the orphanage people were terrible to you for being a little different than everyone else but the stance you held was so defenseless, it was like you were expecting someone to hit you

He slowly walks over, taking your hand in his

He sits down next to you on the couch, slowly putting your arm down

You look up at him, the scared confused expression stained with tears making Nero tear up himself

"I'm not upset, baby"

You begin to cry again, this time pulling Nero into a hug

He holds on to you, slowly rubbing your back and whispered soothing reassurance into your ear

"You're safe now. I won't hurt you like they did"

"I'm sorry"

Nero quietly shushes you, telling you it's ok

Once you'd calmed down and Nero checked in with you to make sure you were ok, he slowly went back over the mission

He checked in with you to make sure you understood and rewarded you with kisses when you were able to repeat back to him

If you couldn't, that was ok. Nero simply went back over whatever part he was on

He was forced to watch back then when you two were kids, getting punished for being different. Sometimes taking extra beatings for trying to save or defend you

He wasn't going to let that continue now

You may be different, but that wasn't going to stop him from loving you anyways

He reassures you and rewards you for any and everything

You may be different but that's exactly what Nero loved about you

[tethys-the-aquatic-sea-godness]

I don't think the graphic update is that bad. Yet. It can't be bad if they never improve it, but right now, its' a huge hit-or-miss. I have a large selection of characters so I got several results from 'well, that didn't change much' to 'it kinda looks weird but I can work with that' and 'that just won't do I need an update'.

Among the casualties, chiss got a crappy deal and togruta aren't very well-off either. Skin textures are just off species wide. I don't think the eyeshine is bad in itself but the intensity gets weird with some eye colours, especially with sith purebloods. Twi'leks, cathar and nautolan seem mostly unaffected. All my zabraks took the change like a charm as far as I can see. My miralukas are fine too, but they don't have to deal with eye update so.

For other species it feels like a dice roll and you eitehr got a lucky number or you didn't. My mirialans are fine, but some people who picked different face types had issues. Same for rattataki, one is fine, the other aged twenty years. My two cyborgs and humans got off alright. Though one of my human is dark v and I'm not a coward hiding her under cosmetics so maybe she's changed awfully but with the state of her dark side corruption, I can't tell.

Like i said, I don't think the world is ending. Yet. I don't think you can implement that kind of updates without a consequentials number of 'miss', the question is whether they intend to improve on what they did. I'm worried by the wide customization sale, because it could be a sign that they don't intend to do a damn thing more than what they did, and expect you to find a way to improve what they did with what you have. Not cool.

On the other hand, we're close to mid-december, it's the holiday season, even if they do something, I doubt it'll be before 2025. The sale could be something to patch up your characters while waiting for an update. I hope it is.

Honestly, I think the whole idea is good, I actually like the muscle definition more now, at least for the arms. One of my togruta character had a sleeveless outfit, but I didn't like the outline of his muscle arms or elbows at all. It's way better now, but the new problem is the update on his face that just doesn't look great.

Other people have said this, but all these new features (eyeshine, wrinkles, that eyeliner thing every character seems to have now, etc) should be customizable. Pick how much you want of all of it. Some textures need rework for sure, but other came out well. Customization is the keyword here. Let people play around with their dolls, it's all we're really asking for. Now I don't know enough about coding to know how much work it is or if it's even possible, but that would be the best possible outcome.

[ateezwriter100799]

Pirates and Utopia

This is my first Story! I Hope you Like it

Summary: you are a young siren living Out in the deep ozean. One day when your Kind gets attacked and you get lost, you meet eight helpful Pirates...

Fluff, Fantasie, Angst, blood warning, all members, hurt comfort

If i missed anything please Tell me :)

My Name is (y/n) and i'm a siren. I live in the depth of the sea. Sometimes Pirates come around and try to capture us. They Tell Stories about us...that are Not even true. They say that we are cruel and heartless Monsters that try to get Humans into the sea and eat them...all of that is Not true. And If we do make Humans get in the sea, then it's only to defend ourselfs.

Today is one of the days where Pirates Attack us. My friends and I try Our best to save as many sirens as we can. I was Not so lucky...I Got woundet. I'm bleeding...strong. I swim to a nearby Rock and try my best to Stop the bleeding...but it's No use. I'm too weak. As I lay helplessly on the rock my Vision gets blurry and i can feel myself getting tired.

I wake up...on a ship as it seems. I slowly Sit Up on the bed on remove the blanked from my Body. As I Look down i notice that my tail is gone and that I have legs now...Well at least that worked. I tryied to Form legs before passing Out so that people that move passed me Help me. I Look around and notice that the Room is nicely designed...it seems comfortable.

I try to move myself of the bed but Fall onto the ground after fully standing up. I'll have to get used to my legs...suddenly i hear footstep. Shit! I Grab the blanked and try to Cover my Body as best as i can before the door slowly opens...

I Look Up and a Shorts blonde man walks in.

"hey...i See you are awake. My Name is Hongjoong and i'm the Captain of this ship." He sais.

Seven Other men Walk in and Look at me. Some confused some...concerned? I Back away as the first man...Hongjoong He Said His Name was, comes closer to me.

"oh No worries. I'm Not going to hurt you. We found you on a Rock in the Ozean badly woundet. We gave you something for the pain and patched you Up." He sais before kneeling down. He then Points at the Other seven men. "This is my Crew. Seonghwa, Yunho, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Yeosang and Jongho." I Look at them and then Back to Hongjoong.

Seonghwa smiles and Yunho Looks down at me with a soft smile. "M-my-" i try to speak but start caughing as soon as the First Word leaves my mouth. My voice...it's dameged...why? I rub my thought as I Look at Hongjoong then the others. "Don't try to speak If you can't." One of them sais. One of them walks Out for a moment and then comes Back a few minutes later. He has clothes over his wide shoulders and in His Hands is a tray with food.

"here...these are my clothes so they might Not fit you. But it's the best Western can give you for now." The man sais as He gives me the clothes and the food. I nod and want to thank him but He stops me. I smile and Take the clothes from him and lay them in the bed for now.

"get some rest...you can come out whenever you want. I'll be Off now. Take Care miss." Hongjoong sais before Walking Out of the room. I Smile and lean Back against the bed. Then a Guy, i belive San, helps me Up and sits me on the bed before saying ; "you really should get some rest. These wounds don't heale themselfes you know. I'll be Outside If you need anything." He sais with a Smile and Petting my shoulders before also leaving the room.

The Rest of them bow and Smile before also leaving the room leaving me alone in this dark lonely room. I sigh before carefully laying down again.

What is going to Happen? And what about my Family? I Hope the Others are safe...

Pt.2?

[inu-jiru]

"Oops" Episode Rambles

I rewatched the episode for the sake of my rewrite post (plus I just wanted to see the final animation, credit where it's due, the show is fun to look at sometimes), and decided to share my thoughts since I haven't done that for an episode in a while:

Ngl, I'm honestly really indifferent towards Fizzmodeus, like I get that it's most people's positive for this episode but I honestly just don't care about it. I think it's because I'm so jaded to the 99% of dialogue that's sex-related to enjoy the sentimental stuff but also because it's just Bee and Vortex again, and it begs the question of why the shit Stolas' situation is so special (aside from him being Vivzie's baby) when the Sins just do whatever and either hide it poorly or don't hide it at all. Who came up with this hierarchy in the first place? Because the more we go on the more it seems like a thing that only Goetians focus on (which Ozzie should be apart of so what the fuck).

Speaking of Ozzie, I don't get why he's so nice, same with Bee. I'm not asking for everyone to be a shithead 24/7 but the concept of Hell's leaders, the ones who've created and are enabling the world of kill-or-be-killed that we've seen, being 100% friendly is just odd to me. Then again, Viv's idea of Hell is a nonstop party where they're all good unlike the EVIL BAD TOTALLY NOT GOOD angels and Adam so it doesn't surprise me. Also his whole thing about "Lust shouldn't be forced". Um? I'd get it if he were talking about LOVE, but Lust is not something I'd ever consider to be consensual in nature, especially not in Hell. That's all I'll say on the matter because it's a very serious topic, but then again, maybe I should consider myself lucky a topic that dark isn't being butchered by Vivzie. All of that said, I do like Ozzie's voice actor, he's really nice-sounding.

I don't understand what the hell happened with Fizz and Blitzo. Who the fuck was going around saying that Blitzo didn't wanna see Fizz and didn't tell Fizz that Blitzo showed up? I have to assume it was maybe Barbie or Cash (assuming Cash didn't also die in the fire). If it was Barbie I'm not entirely sure why. As far as we're aware (unless they retcon it in later) Barbie shouldn't have seen Blitzo knocking into the cake or leaving Fizz, so if she did it because their mom died, I can't see how she would know that. Maybe someone saw Blitzo and passed that on to Barbie, but the fact of the matter is I shouldn't have to Tetris-style guess and insert explanations for the episode. If any episode was going to be a full on backstory, it should've been this one, not The Circus, especially with Unhappy Campers being before this one.

On a positive note, I think those little fly-dog things are so cute in a kinda ugly way. I do think it's kind of a nice small look into Fizz's mind that he'd have one that's wheelchair-bound because he'd relate to it. Ozzie patching up Fizz was nice too, as much as I don't care for the couple, I'm glad that Fizzmodeus at leasts SHOWS the shit that Stolitz doesn't. And speaking of Stolitz, yeah Blitzo keep telling me all these things Stolas TOTALLY does for you yeah I'm sooooooo sure

And, like other people have said, Stolas was totally pointless and useless like always, and what a nice cool guy who totally isn't bad like the other Goetia when he let that lawyer guy get brutally murdered, like yeah I guess it wasn't really his place to help or anything but I don't think having him smirk and say "Get fucked, little one" is doing him any favors. I do have to wonder if they're actually gonna go through with this Crystal shit. I'm not gonna bother guessing anymore because like I said before, the show will throw a biggest, goofiest curveball at you to try and seem less predictable.

And speaking of curveballs, Crimson and Striker. That's it. That's all I gotta say on that subject. I miss Harvest Moon Festival, man. Like I'm no Striker fangirl who buys all the Striker merch and shit but damn he's so pathetic now. Why did Blitzo have to recreate the shit that happened and shoot the barrel when he could've shot Striker in the face while he was talking? Please, I need someone else on the writing team PLEASE

Anyway I think that's it for now.

[fairly-linked]

If it's ok can I request a x reader with anyone of the boys but the reader has trichotillomania (a compulsive hair pulling disorder that leaves the afflicted with bald spots) and is nervous about telling them. It would be awesome if you could do this request, and if not that's ok.☺️

Sure! Hope you enjoy! :)

Diamonds (Sky x Reader)

"You know, it'd be much easier on you if you took your hat off, dove... It's rather hot today."

Sky's soothing voice breaks the silence. You'd been travelling for what felt like hours, and it was so hot today; you wish you could do as he says, but you shake your head, not wanting to go into detail.

"I'll be fine, Sky. Thanks for caring, though."

The gentle blond walking beside you frowns a little, but doesn't push it.

"Well... if you're sure."

Silence ensues for a good few moments, before he breaks it again.

"...(Y/n)? Can I ask you something?" he questions softly.

You swallow. You've got an idea of what he's going to ask, but you nod anyway. He sighs softly, leaning down a little as you feel his breath brush your ear; the feeling sends a small chill down your spine.

"Is there a reason I've never seen you without your hat? You never take it off, not even when you're sleeping..."

When you say nothing, he sighs. "I'm sorry, dove. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable... don't answer that if you don't want to, okay?"

"It's fine, Sky... I just... I don't wanna say it here, okay? Is that fine?" You question warily. The meek hero nods hastily.

"Of course, (y/n), I'd never want to make you uncomfortable."

You let out a breath of relief that you didn't even know you were holding.

"I know. Thanks."

He nods, smiling as you continue onward with the rest of the group.

🌸💖🌸💖🌸💖🌸💖

Nightfall reaches sooner than you expected, and with it comes the relief of cooler temperatures. You've made it to an inn for the night, and you're lucky enough to be paired with Sky. Not that you mind. Not at all. He's like, the least annoying of the chain. You love how chill he is.

When you and Sky settle into your room for the night, you laugh as you feel his gaze practically burning a hole through your hat.

"Stare any harder and it might burst into flames." You quip with a grin, referring to your hat. He chuckles at your wit.

"Are you willing to let me in on your secret now?"

You take a deep breath, hearty smile dropping as you wave him over. As he takes a seat on the bed, you mentally prepare yourself.

"Just... promise me you won't laugh, okay...?" You mumble in a tone that catches Sky by surprise. You're suddenly very... timid?

He nods anyway.

"Of course, (y/n). I promise."

You hesitate for a second before slowly bringing your hands up to your hat. You take a deep breath, removing it completely. Sky's hand flies up to his mouth as he gasps; you're missing whole patches of hair.

"Oh, (y/n)..." He sighs sympathetically. "...What's causing this....? Surely it can't be stress?"

You sigh, feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you clutch your hat a bit tighter.

"K-Kind of. I have this condition, where I... when I get worried, or stressed, I pull at my hair. And... yeah."

The blond's expression softens.

"(Y/n)... I had no idea. I'm... I'm really sorry, dove. Can I hug you?"

You glance up at him, nodding without hesitation and opening your arms to him. He pulls you in, almost as if he can't hug you fast enough; then, he speaks softly in your ear.

"...If it means anything, I think it's beautiful. It makes you you. And I know it can't be easy, dealing with something most would find unattractive... but you're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. And this only proves that."

"W-What? How?" You question. He only chuckles.

"Diamonds can only be forged through fire, dove. You're beautiful, no matter what anyone tells you."

As he continues to hold you, you can't help but think of... just how wonderful he is. As a friend, sure; but maybe someday, even more than that.

Little do you know, he's thinking the very same thing.

[teddybearsandspaceships]

Several months ago the Hotguy Comic Zinethology was released and I loved it a lot. So much that I was inspired to write fic for it. The first time I read it all at once, but the second time, partially in preparation for that writing, I took slightly more detailed notes. But I didn´t post them because there were some things I still wanted to think about and then add later, especially in the third part, and then I got busy and distracted and forgot. Ahem. Anyway, I found them while clearing out my drafts so I might as well post them, even though they´re not totally thought through or complete. In conclusion, go read HGCZ if you haven´t yet.

It starts with the fantastic cover. The view over the city at night, fantastic. And Scar looking right at the reader with that grin, perfect.

And the first story is Scar vs Joel-and-Lizzie aka Gal-and-Guy (totally not Jesse-and-James) with cat ears and a whole dramatic cat underground backstory, with Hotguy presenting the story, I absolutely love the fourth wall breaking narrative here. Who knows what's even real of what's told here – having that as the intro to the whole thing is both cool and very sneaky actually. Perfectly matching art style. Also this is very funny. The cats don't talk back!

Aww, Scar's character sheet. Love for Jellie 6, and he wants a matching outfit, of course he does.

Meet Cute! It's probably partially the art style but Scar already looks more professional and established here. (No idea what the timeline is exactly.) But really, Scar, shooting at an unknown flying person without asking questions first? This is why vigilantes are problematic…

Great first look at Not-yet-Cuteguy.

King for a Day: Assistant Bdubs! He is so right, all of Scar's clothes are civilian clothes but some are spandex xD

Ren can say “HotGuy” correctly! Nice, of course he can. I'm a bit confused about his plan tbh, especially because we know so little about the TCG (great name btw.) If a vigilante wanted to be a legally recognized hero, why wouldn't they join the TCG? I mean it seems the TCG is basically the police so that's not the same as being a hero but still – okay I think I forgot my suspension of disbelief for a superhero story for a moment there, sorry.

Aww, apology flowers <3 (Of course these flowers.)

Grian clearly still looking for his identity, in a very different outfit. And giving away the plan to reporter Pearl! Excellent. He signed it “Cuteguy,” which iirc is the first time that name shows up, I wonder how he acquired it, if he chose it himself or if the public came up with it and he just ran with it.

Aww, Scar's face at “until then, we've still got Hotguy” :(

mumblr xDD ok first of all I'm not going to try and figure out who's behind the usernames unless it's obvious because that would make me feel dumb and I hate that. But these are all great. Already the first one joking about “vigilantism,” perfect. And the memes, and the everyday-life-in-Hermitopia stories, and more arguing about vigilantism… okay, “Tek Talk” is definitely Tango xD Telling civilians to go to the Perimeter if they're being chased is great. Maple Prince mention!! And poor Tango having flashbacks from the last “are Hotguy and Cuteguy queerbaiting” discussion xD (yeah, why the matching outfits?!)

The G-Team: the heart-shaped boob window for Cuteguy! Detective Grian! And Ariana Griande! Hippies! Grian handing out permits! Midnight Alley! This one has it all xD A thrilling chase, cut to Hotguy in the subway xD A vial of sculk dripping into the canalization, oh no…

The Case of the Missing Cub: Of course that briefcase was Cub´s. Sculk snail xD Ooh, creepy sculk!Cub. Scar seems to know Cub? Their simultaneous “Arson!” is very funny. …wait Grian has a sculk patch on his wing… Grian just setting the house on fire xD He's lucky Cub is so incredibly chill. He's also insane enough to season his pizza with sculk *facepalm*

One New Mail: category “I can't pick my favorite most hilarious bits because I would quote half the fic.” And that was even before the last chickens came in. And it ends with Cub and Bdubs joining forces, the world is not ready.

Social media interlude: Doc being a fan of Scar as an actor is great. Bdubs getting into fights online, of course. And more Hermitopia daily life :D

The Sidekick: Of course Scar usually gets away via the subway xDD (Wait, I thought the TCG is basically the police, surprising that Grian is more concerned about them than villains…) The graffiti on the walls aösdlkföasldk the handshake with the lilacs and poppies and sunflowers!!

The Scarmobile looks badass.

Part 2: Golden Era

Synergy: Oh no, Doc has Robo-creepers! ^^ Aww, they´re sparring together and learning. Smart.

A Cub in the Quiver: Special arrow testing with Cub! Very cool. Cub in the “in case you need it” panel looks fantastic with the almost-sculk background.

Bas les Masques: Grian and Scar meeting in their civilian identities, aww that is cute.

Deer Hunting Season: Hotguy being slow taking down someone fleeing because he´s busy talking to fans *facepalm* Oh hey it´s Jimmy! In a very silly mask. Stealing Cub´s sculk research papers for way too low a price for the job. And Grian immediately gives away that he knows him ^^ And then. That panel with the shot. And the next page with all the small panels. Whoa. What a mood shift. Gem! Scolding Scar for not being willing to die for his ideals; and when Scar sits at Cuteguy´s bedside, “why would I ever be doing this for something as idiotic as [ideals]?”

There´s a Room Where the Light Won´t Find You: aösldkfs Pearl! What are you doing! What was the thought between becoming Scar´s neighbor and friend! Poor Scar :( Pearl had a blog on Hotguy since almost the very beginning. She threw him off a balcony but before she introduced herself as a neighbor… She reveals that she knows – why? There´s seven days between Scar finding out and her confronting him… Pearl knows about the upcoming Gem&Grian confrontation, how did she think it was going to go??

Social media interlude: Pearl used to have speculation about Hotguy´s civilian identity on her blog. Scour´s appearances dropped off dramatically.

Cuteguy: Birds of Prey: oof, Grian has PTSD from Gem´s attack, no wonder. And Gem let him know that she knows their base, oof. Was she actually planning to kill him? Sure did seem like it. Or was she bluffing?

Social media interlude (zeddit): (so Zedaph founded zeddit and later turned into a villain, heh.) Scour mutation: sticky hands (?)

Smoke Rising : of course Cleo´s the one stealing organs xD (not quite sure about the TCG connection?) To be fair Scar didn´t have many good choices but still sticking the “bug” on was not very cautious. Infected Pearl and Gem´s “GROW”, and in that font, very creepy. Wait, did Scar decide to leave the bug in or forget about it…

Social media interlude: mumblr! Wait, Hotguy is canon in Doctor Who? xD “pressured into providing tips or purchasing merchandise,” lol. The community notes for Docm xD a viral fancasting with Scar as Cuteguy ^^

What Needs to be Done: Grian teaming up with Scour and Hart! How did that happen! And for a while now, enough that Scar complain that one of them will always be near and stop them from talking one on one… Wait, given up everything else, has Scar given up his civilian persona? (Dinnerbone reference ^^ ) TCG´s no match for even Joe Hills, ouch. Aww, Scar asking Grian to join him (again) – until…  Amazing art btw. “What needs to be done” – kill Cuteguy? What? Where did that come from? (Pearl??)

Total Eclipse: wow, again, amazing art. The constant “Kill Cuteguy” in the background like that, so good, and increasing too, taking over... And Hotguy smiling when he stands up again, oof. The shot of Grian without mask at the end is great.

Of the Heart: Mumbo mention! (Cub can take Hotguy to Cleo? Hm?) Awww. Also, the epilogue, Scar teasing Grian at work ^^ and then they go to a theater together!

Era 3: Legacy

A Tough Act to Follow: aww. Hanging out with civilians while trapped, being cute together. And then Skizz and Cleo to the rescue! And then! Maple Prince appearance!! Branding is important :D

The Secret Ingredient: Secret Keeper Listener BigB :D Uh-oh,  Altar of the Catalyst? (who paid for exclusive rights?) Impulse hurt Skizz for ~™he cause, and now Skizz knows…

Through the Looking Glass Darkly: Pearl having doubts, Gem having absolutely none, even though Impulse will have to die. Yep.

The Catalyst: Tango was a supervillain with an evil lair xD (Scar you thought you and Pearl were done?? After the bug thing?? Yeah she “made her choice”!!)

Social media interlude: Uh-oh, things are getting dire! With Mumbo, Joe, and even Doc helping out.

Descent Into Darkness: Uh-oh, traps and everything…

The Wardens of Tomorrow: Grian coming up with the self-sacrifice plays, so they know how important this is… big battle!

Social Media Interlude: Hermitopia-specific memes xD this is several years after Hotguygate.

A Role to Play: Pearl interviewing Hotguy, he calls her a friend… so Gem thinks Hotguy is an empty idealist, yeah tracks. I wonder what happened in between there, did the Soup Group really get to just walk away?, etc. etc. Nice end art :)

[raggedclanlifegen]

Moon 13 - Building relationships.

"It feels like it's been raining for an eternity." Asterseed complained, shaking out his soggy fur.

Shinelight nodded. "It's miserable, isn't it?"

Ponddrop huffed. "Don't complain too much. We're lucky to have any kind of shelter in camp." The tom motioned up to the overhanging rock that was sheltering them right now.

Shinelight had to agree. It could be much worse. "Asterseed, can you get this patch behind my ear? I can't seem to get it."

Asterseed smiled. "Sure, Shinelight." The tom sat down and began grooming the she-cats fur.

Ponddrop rolled his eyes and scowled.

Shinelight snickered. "What's wrong, Ponddrop? Missing Stemstripe? Wishing she could help you?"

Asterseed let out a quiet laugh.

Ponddrop huffed. "Whatever you say, Shinelight."

"Oh don't be such a big baby." Shinelight teased. When Asterseed was finished grooming all the damp fur behind her ear and head, she got up and sat beside Ponddrop, working on places on his back.

"Shinelight, you don't have to do that. I can get it myself." Ponddrop grumbled.

"No, no, I insist!" Shinelight smiled and Ponddrop grumbled something.

"So, first I want us to work on throwing off the balance of our opponents. I noticed when we fought the rogues that many cats seemed to get trapped under cats bigger than them." Shinelight was looking at the small group in front of her.

"Back in my old clan, we were taught to kick at the cats back legs." Curlthorn offered up. The older she-cat seemed a little disinterested.

"Back in old TreeClan, I heard the apprentices talking about that move." Asterseed smiled.

"My old mentor in CloudClan taught me that move! But I never was good at it." Silkdance sighed and glanced over at Asterseed.

Shinelight nodded. "Alright. Curlthorn, you seem to be the most knowledgeable about it. Minkstar taught me it, but I'll let you lead this exercise."

Curlthorn nodded, stepping forward.

Marshstalk sat in front of the elders den, eating a robin.

"Hey, Marshstalk." Shinelight approached the elder with a smile.

Marshstalk looked up, a feather stuck to his face, but he didn't seem to notice it. "Well hello, Shinelight. How can I help you?"

"Well, I was going to ask about a story I remember you telling me when I was a kit, but I think I'd better let you know that you have a feather on your face." Shinelight motioned to the area where the feather was.

Marshstalk raised a brow and patted that area, removing the feather. "Well, I thank you kindly!" Marshstalk smiled. "Now, tell me, what story was it that you were wondering about?"

Shinelight settled down beside him. "The one where you were talking about the thing you called a 'wolf'. Where did you even encounter that?"

Marshstalk grinned. "Well, you know me and my Bittern were wanderers back in our prime. We used to cross the mountains way out there. You can barely see them from here. They're small specks. That's where the wolves live. It was always a challenge to cross the mountains, but we did it." He motioned off in the direction where the mountains were. "But with the trees here, you'd never see them. You'd have to walk out to the closest moor, and even that is about a half-days journey."

Shinelight looked amazed. "I don't think I've ever been out to a moor. Snowyfeather told me about one when he was still alive. Apparently, it's where a clan called LittleClan used to live."

"Ah yes, I remember them. They weren't all that welcoming when Bittern and I passed through there before with our third litter." Marshstalk was nodding. "Not the most happy cats. But living on the moor is harsh, so the cats there have to be too."

"The moor is harsh?" Shinelight tilted her head.

Marshstalk nodded again. "Oh yes, there are many dangers. There's barely any place for a cat to hide, and it's very open so there's nothing to shield you from weather. And the hawks are bad there. They can pick up a kit and there would be nothing you could do. And the occasional owl or eagle. You're more likely to see an owl out here, though. And eagles rarely make it far in these woods."

Shinelight's fur prickled. I can't imagine a hawk plucking up some cats kit. That must be awful... She shook her head. "You said your third litter? How many litters have you and Bitternlightning had?"

"Just three." Marshstalk smiled. "Four kits in our first, two in our second, and one in our third. By the time we had our third litter, both of us were up in age. But I imagine Birch, our son from our last litter, would be about twenty-four moons now. Most of our kits left us when they turned twelve moons old. And only a few would ever come visit if we were back in an area they lived around."

"Do you know where any of your kits went after they left?" Shinelight titled her head.

"Some. Birch set out early, and then those flames rained down on us, so I have no idea where he is. Both kits from the second litter, Magnolia and her brother Leaf became kittypets. Their two-legs as you call them lived next to each other. But we had them on the other side of the mountains, and it's a much too far journey to travel now. But when Bittern and I lived in that area we'd visit them." Marshstalk looked wistful.

"What about your first litter?" Shinelight was extremely interested now.

"We had them in the same area as the second. Meadow, Borage, Sparrow, and Cassie." Marshstalk smiled.

"Cassie?" Shinelight echoed. "That's such a strange name."

Marshstalk chuckled. "She chose to become a kittypet and that's the name her two-legs gave her. Originally we named her Burnet."

Shinelight wrinkled her nose at the thought of being a kittypet.

"I know you clan-born cats are judgmental of kittypets because of their soft life, but I assure you it was the best thing for her. She wasn't any good at hunting or fighting. I'd rather have a kittypet daughter than a dead one." Marshstalk said firmly.

Shinelight looked down at her paws. "Sorry."

Marshstalk touched his nose to her ear. "It's quite alright. I understand that this was simply how you were raised."

Shinelight lifted her head. "It must be hard not knowing where they're at now."

Marshstalk closed his eyes. "I just like to imagine that the sky flames only affected this area. Best not to let my imagination go too wild though." He was silent for a moment. "But back to the topic. You wanted to know about the wolves, huh?"

"Asterseed, I'm worried." Shinelight admitted, lowering her head.

Asterseed looked surprised. "About what?" He shuffled a little closer to the she-cat.

"About the war." Shinelight looked up and locked eyes with Asterseed. "The rogues have cost us so much!"

Asterseed shook his head. "Don't be silly. There are plenty of us still. We can fight them. And Minkstar has all her lives! I know she'd gladly spend them protecting us."

Shinelight narrowed her eyes at the latter part of his statement but said nothing. "I just want you to know that if something happens to me--"

"Stop." Asterseed frowned. "I know you're going to say that you want me to 'Go on living!' and 'Find someone!',." He sighed. "But that isn't going to happen. Nothing bad is going to happen. We're going to win this war, I know it."

Shinelight's smile returned and she placed her paw on Asterseed's. "You're right. We'll be fine."

Asterseed smiled as well, looking happily at Shinelight.

Ponddrop's figure could be seen in the distance as he slowly slunk out of camp, probably thinking he was going undetected.

Shinelight's brow furrowed and she sent a silent prayer to her ancestors. Please StarClan, keep him safe. Don't let anything happen to him. She sat there, contemplating, until she heard her name being called.

"Shinelight." Minkstar approached her daughter cautiously.

"Minkstar!" Shinelight was surprised to see her mother out of her nest. "What can I do for you?" She dipped her head.

"There's no need to be formal. I just wanted to talk to you." Minkstar sat beside her with a heavy sigh. "I'm worried about this war. It's taken a toll on me. And everything else that's happened." She shook her head. "I don't know what I'm going to do."

Shinelight smiled softly. "You know, Asterseed and I were just talking about that the other day. He's convinced it'll all be fine."

"But what do you think?" Minkstar turned to her.

Shinelight suddenly looked very tired. "I don't know, mama. I really don't know." Shinelight looked up at the morning sky that was slowly getting lighter. "I really don't know."

"I told you to watch where you were stepping." Stemstripe hissed.

"I know." Ponddrop growled. "I don't need to be reminded again!" He huffed as he leaned on Stemstripe's shoulder, carefully keeping his paw off the ground.

Shinelight rushed over. "What happened? Ponddrop, are you okay?"

Stemstripe answered before the tom could. "He was helping me clean up by the burial grounds and stepped on a thorn when I told him there were thorns scattered on the ground." She side-eyed the tom.

Ponddrop scowled.

"Well, as long as you're alright." Shinelight let out a short sigh of relief.

"He will be once I patch up his foot." Stemstripe rolled her eyes. "He was complaining like a kit on the way here."

Ponddrop muttered what sounded like a curse under his breath before stalking away towards the Healer's den, leaving the two she-cats to their quiet laughter.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Knd x AWISC au "kill" Carter and Monty ending.

Arthur: How dare you say I deserve to go to jail!?

(Arthur deeply slashes Carter's neck, appearing to have killed him instantly(Carter managed to survive).)

Monty: Carter! How dare you kill my best friend!?

(Monty tries to fight Arthur, but he is easily pinned down by the kangaroo/alligator hybrid.)

Arthur: You should've kept your distance, now you're gonna be eaten, ý̸̤̥̲̑ō̶̟̲͓̲u̷͎̼̒̌ ̵̤̃̌̓t̸̰̏͊̎ͅǎ̴͙͉͂̕͠s̵͇̲̲͓̒ť̷̢͕̪̊̽̕ȳ̷̟̣̍̎ ̴̙̖͔̤͋p̵̤̌̌͝i̶͕͘é̷͚̣̐̆̑ć̵̨̼̿̄e̶̬̔̌ ̷̳̮̲̣͌̈́ơ̵͓̎̕f̸̊͐̃͘ͅ ̶̱̖͎͈͒̏̾m̸̪̫̾̏ͅṳ̷̳̍͊͘͝t̵̼͉͍͙̊̿t̵̤͉̒͋ō̴̹͙̙̆̄͝n̵̨̳̖̼͌̈̕!̴̮̽̔͊̀

(Arthur takes a deep bite into Monty's arm causing Monty to scream in pain.)

Benedict: G̸̜̦̗̾e̷͓̟̔̓̈́t̵̲̬̬͝ ̷͓̲̠͒̔ỳ̷͈͜o̴̝̦̣̅̎͌u̸̱̟̜͋̆r̷̭͈̔̄ ̸̰̫̓̂̑c̷̳̫̅̀͜l̶̳̐a̴̜͉͒̃͛w̷͉̫͋s̵̛̪̻͑ ̷͓̪̌͘o̸̠̮̳͒͝f̵̨̧̲̓̉͠f̵̜̔̋̽ ̴̮̯̮͐͑̕m̴̩̣͕̀̌̽y̶̤̠̞̑͆ ̷̣̈̐͛b̶͉̺̏͐͗r̶̫̖̜̀̃ȯ̶̢̅͠ẗ̷̬͕́͒ḥ̶̊͝e̴͙̔̏͝r̵̡͇̅̏̂!̸̦͋͐

(Benedict tackles Arthur in order to stop him from eating Monty.)

Benedict: L̵̗̰͖͚̂ĕ̵͙̫̱͙̉̚t̷̟̭̽'̸͔̐ş̶̫̻̻͖̮̆̌͝ ̶̛̤̫͒̂̄͊s̷̩̼̪͔̥̎̍̽̐̂̓e̸̬̼̳̩̩̅̆̒ę̶͖͐̑͝ ̷͇̆͌̐̊ḧ̵̨͈́̑͑̀̾ǫ̸͍̫̬̳̊͗̎͂ẘ̸̘͉͊ ̶͉͓̒͊̚y̴̛̮̥̭̰͋͝ö̸̹̭̱́͗̒ǔ̵͕͔ ̷̡̛̹͗͐̏́͊͜l̷͖̣͛͛̈́̉i̷͇̙̖̮͐̔̄̚̕k̷͔̑ͅe̷͙̞͆̐ ̷̡̱͇̺̞̬̋̆͝i̶͕̲̦̫̯͌͝ẗ̷̜̖͎̱́́̀̚!̶̣̪͔̦́͆͝

(Benedict take a big bite of Arthur's arm causing him to scream in pain like Monty did.)

Benedict: I̸̡̘̽͑t̴̗́'̷̩͗́s̸̘̽͗ ̷̝̮̦̆n̷͎̔̿ǒ̶̧̥̎t̶̬̄̅̍ ̵̣̲̃ņ̸̙̙̌̑̂i̴̪̫̅̋͝c̸͉͊̒͝è̸̟̟̩ ̴̛͕͙͓̈́w̸̙̙̑̆h̶̤̫̯͐͋̓ȇ̷̙ṇ̴̣͛͜ ̶̫̅i̴̬̰͌̈́͜ț̸͊͂ ̸̮̙̤̽ȟ̴͎̟̜̋a̸̗͚̣̽͋̿ṕ̴̳͛p̷͖͐̽ė̴̳͐̒ǹ̸̡͜s̴͇̀̆̏ ̶̠̗̜̓t̷͚̼̏͋ǫ̶̗̓̀̓ ̸̹̘̃ý̸̲̅̈́ö̴̗̦̲́ú̴͉̩̝̓̉,̷̨͎̀̾ ̸͕͛n̴͎͠ó̵̢̮w̵̜̖̟͐̄͂ ̵̰̽̊̀i̶͚͕̗̅s̵̯̱̒ ̶͈̚i̴̦̲͂̀ţ̶̓!̶̯͎̼́?̴͈̓̔͝

(Beth barges in after hearing the commotion.)

Beth: What's going on in here!?

(Beth sees Benedict's claws and mouth covered in blood as well Arthur, Carter, and Monty having scratches and bites taken out of them.)

Beth: Benedict, it was you all along, wasn't it?

Benedict: It's not what it looks like, I only bit into Arthur, and that's only because I was trying to save Monty from Arthur who's the real killer.

Beth: Why should I believe you?

Monty: My brother's telling the truth, if it wasn't for him, Arthur would have killed me, just like he killed Carter...

(Beth checks Carter's pulse and determines that he's still alive.)

Beth: Don't worry, he's not dead, Arthur somehow missed his vitals by just enough, Carter's very lucky to be alive.

Monty: Oh, thank God!

Beth: Arthur...(puts handcuffs on him) You're under arrest for the murder of Timothy Woodchuck, Greg McCluck, Natalie Pigman, Joseph Pouch, and the attempted murder of both Carter McSqueak and Monty Uno.

Arthur: I̸̢̜͇̥͕͙͈͔͝'̸̮̝̥̰̥͖̫̔̓̐͑l̴̬̇͛̑̀̏̑̚l̷͖̙̳̹̣̣̉ ̸̗̯̩̓͋͛͌̌̇̑e̸̩̖̻̬͐̋͒͑͛͝a̵͍͖̫͚͖͌̀̿̍̇̅͘ẗ̵̜̤̱̺̣ ̷̼͙͙͔̳̫̱͗͊̓̅̈́̈́̃̕y̸̤̔̒͂o̴̥̘̎̑u̸͇̰̦̖͙͌̈́ ̴̨̢̭͚̘͎͚̥͆̊́͗a̵̠̖̞͕̒̌͋l̵̢̡̛̗̝̰̻̳͂͗̚͠l̶̳̅̒̔͗̕!̸̥̲̫̜̙͇͈̙̈́̿̽̌̾͗̀!̷̺̰̤̗͔̩̣̆͂̽͛̅͘̕͝!̶̧̢͎̟͆͜

Ramona: I'd like to see you try, you psychotic fuckbag!

Beth: Get in the car.

(Ten years go by and Arthur has gone through a drastic transformation and now he mostly looks like an alligator, with the only kangaroo traits he still has being his head shape, hand shape, feet shape and small patches of kangaroo fur scattered throughout his body.)

Monty: Number 934, today's the day you get electrocuted.

Arthur: You can't do this to me!

Monty: You know this was gonna happen eventually, I just wished it happened way sooner.

(Monty takes Arthur to the electrocution chair. It cuts to Linda and Benedict(who are married now) entering the prison.)

Benedict: This place is so scary, I can't believe Ramona and Monty work here.

Carter: Hey, Ben. Hey, Linda.

Helen: So you fond a sitter for Delilah?(they're adopted daughter who's a lemur/cheetah hybrid)

Linda: Yep, Her grandma, Mariana is looking after her.

(They notice Lenard's looking uneasy.)

Rachel: Are you okay, Lenard?

Lenard: I'll be okay...

Rachel: Don't lie...

Lenard: He was my best friend ever since we were seven, I know he killed people...but I'll miss him...

Rachel: You'll miss the version of him he let you see.

Lenard: Yeah, you're right...

(The six of them enter the electrocution room where Arthur is sent to die.)

Arthur: (flirting)Hey Lenard...(waves at Lenard)

Ramona: Don't fucking talk to him!

Monty: Yeah, especially not like that!

Arthur:(begrudgingly) Fine...

Monty: Any last words, Number 934?

Arthur: Yes, but it's a long one.

Monty: Well, we have nothing but time.

Arthur: Alright...I used to think that the reason I did all those horrific things was because I was a predator/prey hybrid and so it was in my nature to be a sadistic psychopath, but after Benedict saved his brother from me and seeing how much of a polar opposite he is to me, I started wondering what really caused me to be like this, but then I saw how caring and loving his mom was and how she let him be who and what he really is which helped me figure it out, it wasn't my nature, it was my dad's nurture. I may have killed people, but can you really blame these actions on me, if you ask me I wouldn't have became a murderous psycho if my dad just raised me right.

Ramona: While there might be some truth in what you said, at the end of the day, it was no one's fault that you killed people but your own.

Arthur: You're probably right, you can flip the switch now...

Ramona: If you say so.

(Ramona pulls the lever, Lenard closes his eyes, not wanting to see Arthur's gruesome demise. Lenard could see the flashing lights through his eyelids.)

Lenard in thought: (I can't keep my eyes closed, I must know what happened to him!)

(Lenard opens his eyes to see Arthur's electrocuted corpse sitting lifelessly in the electrocution chair, his eye blown up due to the high amounts of electricity.)

Lenard: Oh my god, Jesus fucking Christ!!!

Benedict: Are you alright, Lenard?

Lenard: Obviously, I'm not alright!

(Lenard starts to cry as his friends help him out of the room.)

Lenard: I knew he was gonna die, but I didn't think it would be that gruesome! Even though his eyes were missing, I feel like he was starting right through me!

Linda: Lenard, please don't run off on us at a place like this.

Lenard: I'm sorry, I just didn't expect it to be so...

Helen: Gruesome?...

Lenard: Yeah...

(Ramona and Monty walk in, hearing their conversation.)

Ramona: That how justice works, it's an eye for an eye. Arthur got what he deserved.

Lenard: Did he though, did he really deserve such a horrific fate?

Monty: Do you not remember what he did to Timothy, Greg, Natalie, and his own father? Do you not remember that he's the reason I have this huge bite mark on my arm and why Carter has that massive scar across his neck!?

Lenard: He was more than his actions, he was a dumb teenager?

Rachel: Murder and attempted murder is not just teenage stupidity!

Lenard: For him, it was. He couldn't control what he did, and he admitted to that.

Helen: He's manipulating you.

Lenard: Arthur's not evil, guys!

Rachel: Yes he is, you're just in denial!

(Lenard looks down with a sorrowed expression.)

Lenard: You're right, I am in denial, I'm so desperate to keep my beloved memories of my childhood best friend from being tainted that I'm willing to lie to myself, even ten years after he got arrested.

Carter: Are you gonna be okay?

Lenard: I'll be okay, it's time for me to move on...

(The six leave the prison as Arthur burns in Hell.)

The "kill" Carter and Monty ending.

[bee-writes-whorrors]

Can't wait to write Emiko interacting with Eri. Like I mention in the fic preface, I came up w/ Emi before I found out about Eri, so I'm taking full advantage of the accidental similarity of their quirks.

Eri: Ms. Matcha? [Emiko hums in response] I wish my power was like yours... then I wouldn't hurt people.

Emiko: [stops writing, her brow creases] Eri, any one of us can hurt people with our quirks. [she snaps her pencil in half, touches it and puts it back together] It's true that you've seen my power fix things, but it's not always like that.

(She won't tell Eri about the many times she hit people with flying objects, crotch-shotting Hizashi more than once, or the one time she saw her life flash before her eyes when she almost crushed herself with a pile of rubble, but they cross her mind regardless)

[Emiko touches some blocks they stacked, Eri jumps slightly at the sound of the blocks hitting the table, Emi pulls back, letting out a soft, apologetic laugh]

Emiko: Sorry... when I first got my power, I caused a lot of trouble, broke a lot of things, hurt some people on accident-- I felt like I was a burden on my family, that I'd never be of any use to them. [she stacks the blocks back up] But as I learned to control my quirk, I learned that I was capable of doing good, that I wasn't cursed or a failure. I just needed help learning how to use it.

[Eri sits for a moment, thinking]

Eri: But your quirk works on things. Mine only works on people and animals...

[Emi slowly moves her hand toward Eri's knee, looking at her]

Emiko: Can I look at your knee for a minute?

[Eri nods, confused]

Emiko touches her fingertips to a band aid, covering a patch of skin she'd scraped and cut the day prior, the skin reversing itself back to its uninjured integrity. She knows Shouta will spot the missing band aid later, sliding up Emi's pant leg to check for the correlating bruise as soon as Eri's out of sight-- but she's prepared to take some heat for using her bioreversal in exchange for the look of wonder reflecting so brightly in Eri's eyes as she looks at her, almost jumping in place.

Eri: You can do that?! How did you do that?? Do you have two powers? Can I have two powers??

[Emi laughs, petting Eri's head]

Emiko: Easy there jumping bean! I've only got the one power. [her face softens as Eri settles down, curious and attentive] My mom has a healing quirk that works backwards like mine does, so I got it from her. The moving things comes from my dad. [she pokes her cheeks with her fingers] I'm just the lucky bingo ball that got a bit of both from my parents.

Eri: Bean-go ball? What's that?

Emiko, dropping her hands: Oh! You've never played bingo?

[Eri shakes her head]

Emiko: Well, we've gotta change that! I'll put in a word for the next game night, how about that? We can play together! We get little cards with numbers and yell out 'Bingo!' when we get enough numbers. I'll teach you everything you need to know-- and I'm sure Mr. Mic would love to call the numbers out for you.

Eri, almost giggling at the thought: Yeah, okay!

Emiko: Great! It's a date! Until then, what I mean is that there was a veeery small chance that I got the quirk I did. My older sister got my mom's healing quirk with the ability to float people and animals, and my oldest sister only got my dad's telekinesis, meaning she can move things without touching them.

Eri: So-- my quirk came from my parents?

Emiko: No, you're an even more special case. You were born with something completely unique. Kind of like the first people born with quirks! A miracle.

Eri, processing: My quirk is a miracle?

Emiko: I know I'm not the only one that thinks so. I know I've heard Lemillion say it a few times. Mr. Aizawa as well.

Eri, eyes widening: Mr. Aizawa too?

Emiko: And Ms. Midnight and Mr. Cementoss--. [she lightly ruffles Eri's hair] We believe in you, Eri, so try to believe in yourself too, okay?

Eri nods, eyes watering with touched and overwhelmed tears: Okay. I'll try.