#i mostly use my usual system but then every once in a while i fuck around and change something about it

[sporkdoesclasspect]

it's your old pal spork back from the void!! this blog is still dead probably. i just wanted to ramble lol

sooo i think about classpect a lot still because Special Interest and here's a summary of my general thoughts on it.

things a classpect can be:

a role you are Destined to play in the game

a role you are Destined to play In General

a role you are Forced to play

a role that is simultaneously determined For you and By you, due to the nature of paradox space, branching timelines, and the restrictions of a linear perception of time

a completely arbitrary title based on ultimately random factors

a Description of a narrative arc

an Assignment of a narrative arc

a description of your cool powers

the result of a literal/metaphorical/metaphysical personality quiz

a title a real life person gives themselves for funsies ;)

all of the above

none of the above

i feel like a lot of people either 1) generally agree with the popular fandom consensus and don't look beyond that or 2) overcompensate by trying to have The True And Correct Take. however, there is a crucial thing being overlooked with both of those viewpoints which is that you can do whatever you want! forever!! :3

i (mainly) use classpect-as-narrative-arc. this is neither Correct nor Incorrect! the same is true of literally any other theory, by nature of it being a Theory. that is ok! i think everyone should generally do what they find most fun/most interesting/most helpful for their story/creation.

i do also think that it's worth keeping an open mind and taking the time to consider different viewponts, but that doesn't mean your own has to change. it just means you should look out for new ideas so that you don't miss any that you think are cool! sometimes there's ideas that you could totally have fun with and incorporate into your system if you just considered it for a second, and realized that it is kind of an awesome concept.

but the most important thing will always be HAVING FUN, like in a general sense ^-^ for example, i use classpect-as-arc in most of my homestuck-adjacent stories, but i have some other ones where i go for classpect-as-forced-role instead because of the themes i want to explore there. and there are a couple of settings i've created where classpects are nothing but powersets, and are irrelevant to the plot outside of that. i think this kind of mixing and matching is a good approach that keeps you from getting locked into one way of thinking! plus it means you get to play around a lot more.

if your goal is only to analyze the canon text, you might not be so interested in the less canon-compliant takes. that's ok too! but until we get actual confirmation on Any of these theories (which might never happen -n-) it's going to be really up in the air, which i'm... honestly kind of glad for at this point? part of me isn't entirely convinced that hussie even had a single definitive answer in mind, which wouldn't be that surprising really, though one may have been decided on after the fact. or maybe there's some Super Secret Truth that existed all along and just hasn't been revealed to us!

either way, use the concept of classpects however you want, because no one can stop you!!!! >:3 you are the artist, it is you! write and draw what inspires you! and support other people who do the same!! maybe even COLLABORATE so you can make BIGGER COOLER THINGS >:D

[dynamightsfave]

bakugo katsuki—interviews

bakugo katsuki fucking hates interviews. in every shape and form. public conferences? "i did my fucking job. the building crashed down because the base sucked ass. that's not my fucking fault" one on one interviews? "why the fuck do they have so many damn questions about my methods? let them try and do what i do!" talk shows? "if you're not gonna ask me about my job, i don't know what the hell i’m doing here, my personal life is my goddamn business. also, if i wanted comedy i’d go to the fucking circus, at least the clowns wear their actual uniform instead of shitty suits"

safe to say, dynamight is every interviewer's nightmare. he's a wonderful and attentive person off camera (he’s still an asshole, but a nicer one), but when you start asking him questions and place a camera on his face, the brass defensiveness, one of the things that lingers from his stubborn teenage years, shines through. that and that mouth that curses more than a sailor in their golden years ever has. there's offers to take him of course, being in the top ten heroes ranking of not only japan, but the whole world. he's mostly partnered up in these interviews, so there's someone to lead the talking and answer for him when he doesn't want to give into "the stupidest fucking question he's had the misfortune to hear". 

red riot and shoto are the ones that are usually designated as his babysitters, but other old classmates have appeared onscreen with him as well. even deku, now a teacher, has made special features. but there's never much demand for an individual interview with pro hero dynamight, and if there ever is, bakugo usually rejects them without looking much into it.

which is why, his secretary was very confused when the mention of a last attempt at a talk show made his boss perk up rather than frown instantly. his lip didn’t instantly curl with a groan and his red irises didn’t meet the back of his skull. instead, he curiously eyed the schedule placed in front of him, and gave a curt nod in thanks when he was done. ryu developed a sense of uneasiness that took over his system. surely that was a sign of the end of the world. but he couldn’t really say anything, pinky and chargebolt recommended the interviewer and swore it would go well. maybe they were right? they needed it too, dynamight hadn't appeared on many public events lately. so there's that, now he just had to pray bakugo didn’t fuck it up.

and that brings us to right now, with dynamight taking a seat in front of you and the public’s applause dimming. the tension that fills the air lingers in the audience, and for once, bakugo and his interviewer seem to be completely at ease. ryu can’t help to think to himself that this is yet another sign that the world is about to end, and he wonders if he should call up his family to say a final goodbye. for now, maybe it’s better he focuses on what’s in front of him.

"great explosion murder god dynamight!" you smile at him, as if he was a friend you’re glad to see again, "so glad you could make it!"

you have that magnetism that makes every guest comfortable around you, familiarity being the base of your show. it’s a big part of why it became so popular, the charming host that interacts with their audience and speaks their mind in such an easy way.

katsuki smirks, chest a bit puffed and fingers drumming the armrest.

"sort of didn’t have a goddamn choice, did i?" while his response only makes the people watching tense more, you only chuckle, nodding as if you understood like nobody else.

"we’re our managers’ puppets aren’t we? either way, wonderful to have you," and goddammit, you never sound insincere, "these days it’s hard to have a minute of great explosion murder god dynamight"

"you know what they say, villains don’t rest. and if they don’t rest that just means us heroes have to work twice as hard as them" did he just answer without cursing? oh the world definitely ends today.

bakugo maintains eye contact with you while he lounges on his seat like he owns the place. he’s made hundreds of interviewers and others shrink with that attitude of his, but from the looks of it, you’re not only not one bit bothered by it, but you almost encourage it. your arms flex as you lean in towards him, agreeing with him.

"all right, since i don’t want to waste much of that precious time of yours..." eyes twinkling, you could even say teasing—dare i say flirty—, you tap a small melody onto your notebook with your pen, "let’s dive right in to the questions! promise this won’t be long. first off, i want to solve a doubt i’ve had for some time now"

he arches a brow, accepting the challenge. there’s the same amusement in his eyes that yours have, it sends chills across the room. it’s so weird to see the bakugo katsuki being not mean to someone that isn’t a little kid or a polite fan.

"i’ve said it a couple times now, and i have to admit it’s a bit of a mouthful. “great explosion murder god dynamight”. why that name? how on earth did you come up with it?"

it’s funny. you say it as if it isn’t a mouthful. quite the opposite, it rolls off your tongue like quick, flowing as if it’s escaped a million times, a prayer you know by heart. bakugo rolls his eyes, similar comments follow him practically every day everywhere he goes since he made the name up. he’s built up skin to them, not that they ever bothered him, he’s pretty proud of his hero name. some might say too proud.

"it’s a reflection of everything i am," he winces after a second, "maybe not the murder part."

"i do hear die is one of your favorite words tho"

"yeah well, it’s good to let the emotions out or whatever the hell. i try not to say it as much anymore, people say it’s rude or some shit," his hand makes a fast motion, as if to sweat it off, he really doesn’t give a damn, "anyway, the name’s like that because it had to embody how fucking awesome i am"

"ah, that makes sense," you nod along, not bothered by the curses, "a loud and bright name like your explosions. it does suit you"

at the compliment, the smirk returns to his lips, a small huff with it. he shuffles around to sit higher, now getting an idea of how this interview is going to go. katsuki finds that he doesn’t really mind it, at least the questions are off to a good start. and the host... well let’s just say he likes this one.

"i know, i picked it myself," he states, and you can’t help but laugh at how sure of himself he is. reminds you of a 6-year-old, not a single ounce of doubt in his body about how cool they are.

"would you say it was inspired by something else? maybe a hero you look up to?"

"nah, ‘t was all me," liar.

"i see. a unique name to say the least. but on the topic, is there any hero that you look up to? someone you aspire to be like. other than, i'm sure, best jeanist"

"obviously," he repeats, "but i mean; every kid and their goddamn mother has dreamt of becoming all might, he was n.1 longer than anyone. i’m sort of a basic bitch that way. when i was little i wanted to be like him, so i followed that dream until i made it real. and now i push myself to be as great as he was and more. plus ultra and all that bullshitr"

"wow. sounds like hard work," he grunts in agreement, and you purse your lips, "we all agree all might is a one of the greatest symbols we have, must have been incredible to be able to study under him. you mentioned the school’s motto. can you tell us about that? the ua days?"

katsuki smiles, his eyes drifting away to his hands. you can’t help but think he looks rather handsome, reminiscing his high school.

"in one word: it was fucking insane. he brought a lot of insight about what to expect in the actual field, and how to treat with bystanders—the little motherfuckers—, and he was always pushing us to do our best. he’s the sort of person you just know cares about what he’s doing," he explains, "our homeroom teacher, mr. aizawa was also very much like that, even though he didn’t look it. ua students are lucky when it comes to teachers. but they’re all ungrateful snotty brats"

it’s the first time bakugo katsuki has ever said something nice in public, even if it has some mean side dishes (wouldn’t be something bakugo katsuki said otherwise). at this point, it’s just you two in the room. no lights, no cameras, no audience, not even the questions you’ve jotted down in your notebook. only a conversation between two people. katsuki wonders if it’s a you effect, and he figures it must be, because he’s never as comfortable as he is talking to you. it comes so easy.

you smile, and it takes everything in you to not reach and put your hand on his arm at his words, the reminder of all the people watching in the room and through the cameras a dying reminder in the back of your mind. you like having him here, and you frankly don’t understand why other hosts dread his visits.

"sounds like a wonderful experience. i’ve talked to others from your course and they all speak of it with so much fondness, just like you. even with the hardships you had to endure," you clear your throat, voice dropping to barely a mutter. even the mic strapped to your blouse has trouble picking it up, "but i’m sure you don’t like thinking of them, i know i don’t. so, i know you’ve said all might and eraserhead are big inspirations, but do you have any other people you admire?"

you know you’re pushing your luck. your tone is far too friendly to be considered professional now and he’s not one to be heartfelt on camera. but if you could just get him to confirm what cellophane and shoto said last week... what you just know is the truth, but dynamight is a bit too proud to admit. you can see it in the way he looks away and puffs his cheeks to blow air.

"i mean, obviously, i’m incredibly grateful to best jeanist and edgeshot, they fucking saved my life," his cheeks grow the slightest bit of pink under your intense gaze. he almost chuckles as you nod entranced and edge just a tiny bit closer awaiting for the true answer. he guesses he might as well indulge, so, with a much lower tone, he continues, "and ya know, in class there were others that were pretty good too. not as incredible as i am, but close enough. if i had to pick any, maybe shitty hair and the dumbass deku. i guess"

screw the lights. your smile is blinding. it shines so much bakugo suddenly doesn’t feel like the answer was practically yanked from his throat. this is too much for his rearranged heart.

"that’s funny, they speak pretty highly of you too," you giggle. your eyes clash, and the small smile that forms on his face is instinct, he can’t control it. one, two, three.

"of course they fucking do. they better, else i’ll crush their bodies," he huffs, snapping back to his position before he was gobsmacked by you.

"all right, i’ve just got a couple more questions before we let you go," you get back on track too, despite the heat on the back of your neck, "uhm... oh yeah! well i guess you’ve answered this already, but just in case. you said red riot and deku were people you admired as heroes, i take it they are also the easiest to partner up with? i know pro hero deku is out of commission at the moment, but back when you still worked together"

dynamight actually thinks about this one. he furrows his brows, and his weight shifts on the sofa. he hums as his hand strokes his chin.

"well, it depends on the job. generally, i do like to partner up with them, we understand each other very well, as do everyone form our class. the time we spent training with each other pays off. so yeah, they’re easy to work with. but also, the half ‘n half bastard is quick to respond to what i do, and ponytail is a great strategist when it comes to infiltration or a mission that takes planning. the damn rabbit gets on my nerves a lot, but we make a good team. she should start thinking about retiring though, before she starts dragging me down"

"it’s lovely to hear the heroes of japan are so tight and coordinated. i must say, hearing you praise them is refreshing," your lip gets caught in your teeth in an attempt to stop the growing smirk, but your eyes betray you.

"oi, don’t misinterpret what i’m fucking sayin’. they’re all still pains in my ass, each worse than the last one"

"uh huh... okay, last question. if you weren’t a hero, what would you be?" that takes him aback.

"fuck you mean? i was always gonna be a damn hero. i don’t know. maybe one of those people that handle bombs in the army or some shit like that," he shrugs, but then a beat passes, "a firefighter"

"final answer?" you arch a brow. he grunts an affirmation, "o-kay! well, it’s been a pleasure to have you here, i hope we did not waste much of your time, but you’re free to go now. i appreciate that you didn’t shout"

he chuckles, following your steps as you get up and circle your table to get to him and say goodbye. the audience is clapping for you two, ryu is releasing the breath he’d been holding all throughout the interview, and the camera people are preparing to shut off. you reach him, and just like his smile before, his next actions are pure instinct. even more, they’re almost a routine.

his hand reaches for your waist, and he effortlessly pulls you closer, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. now, in this routine, it’s not common that you tense up. usually, you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle into his chest. you look up to him, eyes wide, and it takes one millisecond for him to realize what he’s done. he curses under his breath, and you laugh.

"welp, there’s that. no more hiding this," the stunned public is so silent they hear your whispers, "see you at home?"

katsuki gives you that low laugh you love, squishes your waist, and nods.

"yeah, see you at home"

ryu dials his family to say his goodbyes as his boss steps off the stage and the audience recovers from the shock. he prays the call gets through before the world suddenly explodes.

luckily, the world doesn’t combust, and he lives to see the heart magazines with your image on their covers and headlines screaming about japan’s favorite talk show’s host and potty mouth’s newly discovered relationship.

[szynkaaa]

03. In Which a Stinky Monkey Needs a Bath

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... And one time, while traveling through the New West, you were not in the greatest mood. 

You were walking couple of paces ahead of me, gripping your staff tightly, and I was trying my best to keep up with you. It wasn’t easy, with the snow reaching my knees. Least with you wading through it at the front, all I had to do was walking into the trail you left behind. 

Normally, you’d walk next to me. It’s mostly to make sure that nothing was attacking me from behind when you were walking too far ahead, but then at some point I think you started to enjoy my company. It was also easier for you to shove me aside into safety in case we got ambushed. Better have bruises from the impact than a massive gnarly gash across the back.  

Another tell-sign that you were miffed: You walked with you shoulder all tensed up, and your tail was poised up higher than usual moving slowly left and right.  

If I had to take a wild guess, I’d say it might have something to do with the really weird looking monkey (that looked like it hasn’t bathed in decades and could use a full bottle of body lotion), wearing read loose pants and a mask as a necklace around his neck. We first spotted him sitting on a roof top of an abandoned building surrounded by frozen corpses.  

He was eating a fruit before he heard us coming. It didn’t seem like that monkey appreciated us interrupting his meal time – he looked fairly annoyed. His black soulless eyes swept over me, looking more and more annoyed, but then the mood instantly shifted when his eyes landed on you. Black orbs widened up in surprise, something akin to fear flashed across his face and finally settled what seems to be smugness? The monkey let out a hiss before casually dropping his fruit from the roof down onto one of the frozen corpses and hey what do you know, one of my worst nightmares came true: it came alive.  

Loud cracking sound echoed through the howling wind, the frozen corpse moving its limbs that have not been used in a long time, and grabbed for the weapon close to it, before coming swinging at us with a loud roar.  

Thankfully, you already dashed ahead to beat the living (or un-living?) crap out of the frozen corpse before it could even hit any of us.  

All I could think in that moment while watching the other monkey running away on his four was ‘Damn. There are more frozen corpses ahead of us and I haven’t had any coffee for a long time to deal with this crap’ and ‘fuck me sideways, this is like every horror scenario coming true and I did not fucking sign up for this’, and ‘dear god please just let this day end a warm hot spring would be really nice right now’.  

And I was right. I warm hot spring would be really fucking nice right now because someone had to chase after the crusty looking monkey – while beating up all the frozen corpses on the chase. Very nice of you to make sure I didn’t have to deal with them, it still would have been nice if you could have waited for me, was what I was thinking while running through the snow and against the wind to catch up with you.  

By the time I caught up with you, I broke up in sweat, and was panting slightly. I don’t really consider myself badly out of shape – I think I’m pretty fit for my age. But running through knee high snow, with the wind blowing against you and also wearing thick winter clothes that I bartered from a village we passed by, it made the jog up a bit more challenging than usual.  

And now I’m sweating and really hoping that the sweat won’t cool off too fast on my body and hopefully I won’t catch a cold in this miserable weather-  

The wind blew into my direction, carrying a hefty stank with it; rotten egg sewers system stank mixed with a lactose intolerant person who forgot to take their lactose pills and decided to go for that boba tea anyway because you only live once (could not be me).  

I immediately clamped my gloved hand over the lower half of my face, squinting through the howling wind to see where the fuck that smell came from.  

Pop quiz time!  

Question 1: Where did the stank come from 

Your monkey (not the crusty looking one) somehow managed to find a hot spring. The stronger the sulfur rotten egg smell, the better the mineral in the water is for your skin. 

One of the frozen corpses he beat up turned out to be a hollow shell, and upon breaking it releases a horrible gas that smells like rotten eggs.  

The very crusty looking monkey that looks like he should be buried 20 feet deep you are fighting right now keeps flashing you his behind and farting on your monkey. 

Question 2: What do you do in this situation.  

Take cover, stay out of this fight, do not get involved.  

One up the crust monkey. His farts are smelly? Well guess what maybe the Destined One’s even worse with his vegetarian diet. 

Throw a well-aimed snowball to help out your comrade. 

Question 3: When was the last time you told your loved ones ‘I love you’ before you got spirited away? 

Very recently, you always say ‘I love you’ to them at the end of a conversation like it’s the last one. Life is short and you never know what will happen. 

You don’t remember. You barely talk to your ‘loved’ ones anymore, life keeping you busy. Your last conversations were shallow catch up, and you realize that you have slowly pushed all the people in your life away and now you regret not playing a more active part in their lives anymore. 

This is all just a bad dream. Soon you will wake up, surrounded by your loved ones and that is when you tell them that you love them and you are glad to be able to see their faces again.  

And BOY did I wish the answer to question three was c, and I bet you, the Destined One, wished the same thing because you looked like you were fighting for your life (and fresh oxygen) against the monkey.  

He truly had the audacity to be flashing his thankfully covered butt at you several times and let out stinky farts, and I was wondering why the hell were you not dodging it. Or at least it looked like you were trying to, but failing miserably.  

Part of me had to respect the crusty monkey for being able to let out farts on command.  

If it wasn’t for the frequent fart attacks, I’d say you were holding up pretty well in the fight. But I can also see that with each fart-attack, you were getting more and more agitated, your attacks and moves becoming more frantic an un-coordinated. Who could blame you, if it was me, I’d also getting pissed and just want to whack everything wildly around me.  

I was lucky that the crusty monkey has not decided to attack me, and decided mayhap I should help you out a bit lest you die of being stank up, and I don’t think anyone would want that written on their grave.  

The Destined One, died by fart. You were loved and you will be missed.  

Spotting a small rock at my feet, I crouched down and started to roll it around in the snow, until it was fully covered and then getting bigger and bigger. Then I picked up the freshly made snowball, threw it in the air and caught it with my hand to test the weight. Not too light, but also not too heavy. Good enough to give someone a good smack.  

I looked back up again to see how you were faring in the battle – crusty monkey stuck his sword to the ground and was using it as a pole to swing around in a circle, kicking you back in the process. You tumbled back a few times, fell into the snow. 

As you got up to shake off the snow, and the crusty monkey laughing at you, I took this chance to aim and throw the snowball as hard as I can at the farting monkey. The snowball breezed through the air, hitting the crusty monkey square on the side of his face as he was busy laughing at you. It didn’t really do any damage enough, but it was enough to distract him. He turned his head into the direction of where the snowball came from, while his hand moving to grip his sword. That was enough time for you to adjust your grip on your staff and charge at him with a battle yell. One jump, you moved your free hand to grip your stuff, lift it up above your head and then went to smack the other monkey.  

He stumbled back couple of paces, before growling at you, and then decided that this was a fight he cannot win and disappeared in a wind of black dust.  

Coward.  

I came out of my hiding place, standing next to you, watching after the black dust wind flying off into the distance. 

And then another waft of wind blew into my direction. 

“Oh God, you need a bath, Kiwi.”, I groaned out, covering my nose and again and waving my free hand in front of my face in hopes to make the bad smell disappear.  

And I suppose you did not appreciate that comment.  

So not were you only pissed because of getting constantly farted, your travel companion – me – made a not-so-nice-remark about your current predicament, after you made sure you killed all the frozen corpses and fought the crusty monkey off.  

Seeing you walking in front of me with your tail showing that you were angry... I really was a shitty companion sometimes, was I?  

Just I was about to open my mouth to apologize to you, you suddenly stopped walking and I almost walked into you. Puzzled, I wanted to ask what happened and if there was something dangerous in front of us, but then I saw you turning your head up, your nose started sniffling something in the air. I copied you, but I couldn’t really smell anything out of the ordinary beside the cold winter air.  

You followed your nose, and seeing as I have nowhere better to go, I followed wherever your nose was taking you. It soon led us to an abandoned run-down shack. Not the first time we have come across during our travel, and we have used countless of those as a temporary shelter. The closer we got to the shelter, the more I can smell it in the air: rotten egg. 

Please don’t tell me this is the shelter of the crusty monkey and you are here for a round two-  

Instead of going inside the shelter, you walked around it. You briefly paused, and turned around to see if I was still following you. And then you nodded your head forward, in a follow-me gesture. So that probably means you were not going into another stinky fight.  

Curious now, I followed you. The rotten egg smell hung stronger in the air, followed by some steam, and I felt how the temperature in the air was getting warmer too, until you I saw what it was that caught your nose. 

A hot spring.  

I couldn’t believe our luck, this god-forsaken cold place really had a hot spring! Steam was rising from the water, fogging up the area. The giant rock pieces places around the spring indicates that the placement was deliberate – perhaps someone used to live here and made good use of the spring?  

“Alright game plan,” I announced, clapping my hands together and then pointed at you “You. Strip off your clothes-” your eyebrows raised up high “and just leave them in the corner over there. I’ll wash them for you while you’re washing up yourself in the hot spring.” My type A personality is coming out. Having something that vaguely resembles a plan made me feel good, it gave me the illusion that I was in control in a situation outside my control. 

As I was giving you instructions, I fumbled in my bag for the bar of soap I purchased in our last village and threw it at you, which you caught with just one hand. You moved it up to your nose to smell it.  

“And after you’re done, it’s my turn to wash up. See if you can find anything to eat while I’m cleaning myself up. Don’t give me that look, he farted on your clothes. You can’t wash yourself up and then put the smelly clothes back on! We can set up a fire and let them dry overnight.”  

I looked at you expectantly with my hands on my hips. You let out a sigh, realizing that this is not a fight you want to fight and I was right (for once), so you started to unstrap the leg and arm and shoulder armor pieces off first.  

I nodded, a triumphant grin on my face. “Alright, I’ll see if there is anything inside this shelter and then come back for your dirty clothes.” 

After accidentally walking on you in your birth suit for the fourth time, I have gotten used to seeing you butt-naked. I didn’t have much problem with nudity in general. When you live in a city with few nudist beaches, and pedal past by it on a bike in summer, you get used to see all kinds of different body shapes and forms and at some point, they all just blur together. Plus... not that I will ever admit it to your face, but you were kind of nice to look at? 

I also don’t think that you had a big problem with me seeing you naked. If anything, I think after the third time I walked in on you, a wide smug grin spread across the face, your eyes twinkling. I would even say, you enjoyed that I was admiring the view. I still decided to give you the courtesy of some privacy while you were taking off your clothes for your well-deserved bath.  

The funny thing though was that you get flustered seeing me naked. That one time, I wasn’t even fully naked, I was walking around topless with a bra on, trying to look for an ointment Xu Dog oh-so-nicely made for me to put it on my wounds. When you looked up to see what I was doing, and I turned around to ask if you had seen it somewhere, your eyes where wide open and your face red, staring at the amount of skin I was showing. When I was about to ask you if you have seen the ointment somewhere, you got up without a word and left the cave. Your ears were also burning red, and for the rest of the day you couldn’t look me in the eyes.  

And the next time, because the freaking desert was freaking hot and at that point I didn’t care if I’ll get badly sunburnt, I was about to take off my hanfu overcoat. You turned around to see what the rustling was about, and as you saw me slipping my arm off the sleeves, ready to walk around in my bra. My actions made you stop in your track, and your face started to burn up again. You grabbed the collars of my hanfu, pushed my arm back into the sleeves and then made sure that my hanfu coat was neatly tucked and properly worn.  

Since then, I have been more conscious about my nudity around you. It never felt like you were shaming me for it though. If anything, I think you were just flustered? Your tail would be hanging low but waggling back and forth – a sign that you were happy or excited. Or maybe both. 

Your tail told a different story than your actions.  

I shed off my own heavy coat and took off my gloves to make it easier to search for some things in my bag. There was one last mandarin fruit sitting at the bottom of my bag – frozen by now due to the freezing temperature, but if I let it sit close to the hot spring, maybe the steam will thaw it up again. 

I peeked outside and saw the pile of clothes neatly folded up in the spot I pointed at, your armor pieces also neatly laid out next to them. You were already sitting in the hot spring, arms spread out and along with your head, resting on a rock. The tension in your shoulders were gone, finally relaxed after wandering for the whole day and fighting countless of enemies. You were sitting with your back towards me. 

The back of your head really looked like a kiwi fruit. 

Your ears perked up when I started to move towards you, but you didn’t move your head to look at me.  

Placing the mandarin on the ground, I then took off my boots, followed by the socks. The socks I stuffed into my boots, and then I proceeded to roll up my pants until they reached mid-thigh. You finally turned your head around to see what I was doing, and then whipped around to stare at my oh-so-naked legs with wide-saucer eyes, your face flushing red again. Could be the steam, could be my legs, who knows. 

And it’s not like my legs were in their best shape. The skin around it looked like cracked desert surface, desperately in need of a good moisturizer. Shaving my legs was also a luxury I could not afford here – not that it should matter to you anyway. You are fully covered in fur, so that makes you to be the last person on earth allowed to judge the hairy state of my legs.  

Like on clockwork, I noticed the water surface beginning to move faster – probably caused by your tail underwater waggling.  

“Scooch over.” I said, this time not caring that you were flustered from seeing some skin, and then moved to sit on the rock close to where you were, carefully dipping one toe in to test the temperature.  

Heaven, it was heaven. 

I then sunk my whole leg into the water, soon followed by my second leg, just sitting at the edge enjoying the heat. I cannot wait for you to be done with your bath so I could clean myself too.  

You’ve turned your head away to look the over way, the tips of your ear bright red, but your body remained close to where I was sitting. 

It was kind of endearing how the sight of my skin made you flustered liked this. 

Remembering I had a mandarin to thaw and snack on, I reached for it on the ground and then placed it on top of your head.  

“There, now you look like a capybara taking a bath in a hot spring.” I said, grinning.  

Your hand grabbed for the mandarin I placed on the top of your head, and you turned around to look at my quizzically.  

I suppose you wouldn’t know what a capybara is, since they originally come from South America. I tried my best to explain to you what a capybara looks like, using my hands gesturing to the shape of the animal. 

To this date, you still didn’t know what a capybara looks like (but you appreciated me trying to explain it to you).  

“Can you put the mandarin in the hot spring for a few seconds so it thaws?” I asked, and you nodded, doing as I asked you to.  

After a minute or so, the mandarin was warm, and you poked a hole with your long thumb nail at the top of the fruit, and then started peeling it. You started to peel one side from the top to the bottom, then moved to the next section, until you were left with a flower shaped mandarin peel. Plucking it off and putting it aside, you then split the fruit in half, reaching it towards me. 

I flashed you a thankful smile, and just as I was about to grab for it, you quickly moved your hand back, enough that I couldn’t reach for the piece anymore. My hand, mid frozen at the spot where my half of the fruit was before. You were looking at my stony faced, but your brown eyes were glittering with mischief.  

Look who decided to be a piece of shit now. 

Pursing my lips and looking at you, I slowly reached out my hand again for the fruit, not breaking eye contact.  

I thought I was fast by swiping down to grab it, but you anticipated it and moved your hand even further back again. This time, your face broke into a grin, mirth written all over it.  

I wanted to be annoyed at you, but your smile was infectious and I felt my own lips turning up. Fine, this is how you want to play it huh? I leaned forward, determined to get my well-deserved dose of vitamin C, and you moved your arm further back, out of my reach.  

I rested my hand on one of the rocks, stretching out my own arm. Unluckily, the rock my hand was one came loose and slipped under me, and I lost my balance. I was not able to find ahold of something else to grab on, and felt how my entire body was falling forward.  

At the same time, the grin dropped from your face and you started to panic too. You were also moving, your arms now reaching out to catch me, but it was too late: In a desperate attempt to grab onto something, anything, my two arms wrapped around your neck and your arms around my torso.  

And then I dragged us both underwater. 

Let it be known to the entire New West that the last thing I shouted before going underwater was “My mandarin!” 

The smell of sulfur was the last thing I smelt before water filled up my nose, the burning sensation sitting up high. A pair of strong arms that were already wrapped around my torso then pulled me up, I gasped for air. My hair was clinging to my face now, my clothes soaked. Using my wet sleeves to wipe my eyes, I then opened them, only to be staring at your worried gaze, still holding me around my torso. 

I coughed again, rasped my throat. “I’m- I’m okay.”  

Your shoulders sacked in relief, your tail swinging left and right, splashing the water around it.  

You... were always looking out for me, and making sure that I was okay. Remembering how earlier today I hurt your feelings with that bath comment, I realized that now might be the best time to apologize.  

“I’m sorry what I said about you needing a bath.” I started, and your tail stopped moving, you looked at me intensely. “It was a shitty thing of me to say after you fought against him. If it wasn’t for you, I would not be standing here.”  

Your eyebrows softened, and you moved your right hand up to my shoulder, squeezing it three times reassuringly - ‘we are good, everything is ok’. 

A heavy weight fell off my shoulders and I smiled. Running a hand through my wet hair, I spotted the soap bar sitting on a rock. 

“Well, since I’m inside the hot spring, might as well take a bath now.” I reached my hand into the water to untie my belt, which got me the desired reaction out of you – a little payback was in order. 

You let go of me, as if I was burning your hands, and then turned around and waded as fast as you could towards the edge, and pulled yourself up, stalking away.  

I watched your retreating form, your tails waggling left and right. I didn’t want you to have the last ‘word’ though, so I bit my cheeks before shouting after your retreating form: “You have a really nice ass!” 

You slammed the door to the run-down shelter shut and I threw my head back, laughing.  

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦ ✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

My apartment came with a separate shower and a bathtub. I never used the bathtub for its intended use (it was an over glorified laundry basket for the longest time), until now. Now I take weekly baths in it, sometimes also three times a week.  

You loved taking baths together. You would claim that a king needs a pair of hands to help him clean the fur – and plenty other monkeys would kill to be in that position. The pout on your lips never stopped not being cute whenever I would shoot back with a ‘well, then why don’t you get the other monkeys to help you wash up then’. But you also knew that I would always give in in the end and help you wash up and then dry and comb your fur. In return, you did the same thing for me: scrubbing the spots in the back that were hard for me to reach, washing my hair, and then make me sit between your legs while you combed through them.  

Now I take my baths alone.  

[slay00ryu]

KC cast when you're sick

Because I'm sick :(

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Ronin:

You weren't online on the server for the whole day, so obviously Ronin got curious. Usually you would at least leave him a message like "Sorry work will keep me away for the whole day" , but this time there was only radio silence from your side.

It didn't take Ronin a long time to reach your home, you gave him a spare key if he needed to hide from the police or wanted to get to your house at random times (mostly night when you're asleep and he just wanted to annoy you) he entered your home and went straight to your bedroom.

There you were, asleep, sweat all over your body, sticking your clothes to you. Used tissues all around your bed and desk, a mug with long cold tea on the bed stand. Ronin approached your bed and moved his hand to your forehead.

"You're burning up darlin', no wonder you're asleep and offline." He murmured to himself and slowly made his way to your bathroom to her a cold wet cloth, once he made you one from a towel he placed it on your forehead. Seeing you so sick made him feel uneasy. Yeah Ronin liked it when you were in ruin, but not when it causes physical harm to you.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at your sleeping form. He's playing with your hair between his fingers. When he saw your whole body shivering because of how cold you felt, he got under the covers next to you and held your body so close to himself, that he could feel your breath on his neck.

Headcanons yay!

Ronin will cuddle with you for the whole time you're asleep, he will change the wet cloth on your forehead from time to time so you will cool down quicker.

He will help you wash up, because you will feel somewhat better after a good shower/bath.

"Christ darlin', just how messy can you be when you're sick?" He asks you, while he's collecting every tissue from the floor and your furniture to throw them out.

Ronin will make you tea whenever you ask him to, or he will buy you some warm soup to help you get better.

He will come by your place daily at least until he's absolutely sure that you're no longer bedridden.

If anyone in the server will complain about your absence or ask about your whereabouts and you don't really want everyone to know that you're sick, he will tell them to fuck off and wait for you to come back online.

Ronin will buy you medicine if he notices that you're out of some or just don't have any.

V:

The two of you were taking a late night stroll. V had to take the dogs he rescued for a walk, and you just happened to tag along.

You were walking through a forest behind V's house, enjoying the wind and the chilly night.

Unfortunately on your way back, it suddenly started to rain and you ended up being soaked. V decided that you will spend the night in his place and go back home in the morning.

Well, after you woke up there was no way that you could even get up from his bed. Your immune system has always been really weak and susceptible to catching illnesses. So you weren't really that surprised when it turned out that you have a high fever and can barely talk with your throat sore.

"Here, please try to eat this, my love. You shouldn't take medicine on an empty stomach." You looked up at V, who helped you sit up and placed a plate with a sandwich on your lap. "If you can't eat by yourself then I suppose that I should feed you." The blush on his face reached his ears and you would chuckle if it wasn't for your sudden cough.

Headcanons >w<

V will spend a lot of time with you, he will read you a book or talk to you until you fall asleep.

He will tuck you into bed so perfectly that you will be covered from head to toe so your body will stay warm..

V will guide you to the bathroom and stay outside close to the door so if you call for him he will be there immediately to assist you.

V has a lot of medicine in his kitchen, so he will give you any medicine you may need.

Because V doesn't really have a job, he will stay with you for the whole day, unless someone needs to be served justice.

V's less dangerous animals will sometimes be let into the bedroom so you can enjoy their company.

Misaki:

After you arrived in Japan to visit Misaki it turned out that you were stuck with food poisoning after eating in one of the restaurants Misaki took you to.

At first they found it really funny, but then panic hit them. You didn't just have any stomach issues, you had a high fever. They basically threw you into their bed and told you to not move a muscle or they will tie you down.

Misaki was a really clumsy nurse they almost spilled hot soup on you, another time they lost the medicine they were given by their mom.

"Jeez, why is taking care of someone so hard?" They groaned and fell to the bed, squeezing themselves next to you.

Headcanons :3

Misaki's mom gave them instructions on how to take care of you, she gave them soups and medicine. They listened to her words and tried their best to follow her instructions.

They put you in their clothes after they almost spilled soup on you "Don't worry babe, next time you will dirty my clothes. There won't be a next time of course." They said confidently.

Misaki spoon fed you the food their mom gave them, even when you said that you are not dying and can feed yourself.

When Misaki had to go to work they assigned their mom as your new caretaker and she was happy to oblige. The woman was extremely kind and helpful, sometimes she spoke up her worries about Misaki's health and how happy she was that they have you now.

After you get better, Misaki will still panic about you getting sick again so they will test every food you are about to digest.

Misaki will brag to the server about what an amazing caretaker she is to you, even though most of the work was done by their mom.

Angel:

One day after you returned from work, you had to take a live interview with a popular singer for their channel, you turned out to be sick. Angel, of course, noticed just how sick you were and immediately rushed you into bed, she helped you change out of your clothes into some more comfortable ones.

She laid you down in bed and clung to you.

"Angel, you will get sick too." You mumbled and tried very hard not to give in to her touch.

"Shhh, you have to sleep, and my body will give you warmth." She chuckled sweetly and kissed you on the cheek.

Headcanons <3

Angel keeps you company at all times, unless she's working that is, although she spends less time on her channel with you being bedridden.

She will cook for you, her cooking is really good. You were pretty surprised when you saw actual food in her fridge and not human remains.

Angel is very clingy, holding your hands and hugging you while you sleep or just lay down in her bed.

Sometimes when Ronin comes by to pay his bestie a visit, she will tell him to keep quiet because you're asleep and he will have to listen unless he wants to be treated with a chainsaw.

When Angel actually gets sick, you will give her the "Didn't I tell you? " Stare and told her to call her model gigs off.

When you can't fall asleep but your body really needs to nap, Angel will sing a lullaby just for you to fall asleep.

Hope you liked it ^^ I'm totally not sick :d

[sourpatchys]

•Shigaraki Headcannons•

Some SFW❤️ and NSFW❤️‍🔥 headcannons for Skigaraki Tomura, this is my first time writing for this character so I hope it’s not OOC haha (though I’ve been writing for emotionally unavailable and touched starved men for years)

Warning: 18+ do NOT interact if you are a minor (this goes for all my explicit works) there will be a warning before the NSFW content starts if that’s not your cup of tea <3

Reader: this is written with a *female reader* in mind.

A/N: I know this isn’t usually who I write for, but honestly I think you all saw this coming at one point or another! I needed a way to get out of my writing funk and Shigaraki seems like the perfect candidate.

SFW❤️

Shigaraki isn’t exactly what you’d call the perfect partner.

He can be loud and demanding, he has no idea how to interact with other people, and there’s been a giant learning curve for the both of you.

If he happens to get too angry at you, or snaps at you in a way he finds himself regretting (he regrets it every single time don’t be fooled) he will immediately shower you in gifts.

While touch is his love language, he isn’t quite sure how to cuddle your problems with him away, apologizing isn’t, and never will be, something he thrives at.

So instead he looks into your search history, looking at all the things you’ve thought about buying, and just goes crazy.

Your love story isn’t as cut and dry as most. Honestly, when you met he had every intention of killing you where you stood, but he didn’t— instead choosing to keep you captive, and somehow you managed to force your way into his heart.

You do actually have your own room, though now it’s mostly used as a storage closet for all the apology gifts. If you’re really mad at him you sleep in there— and that’s when he knows he’s fucked up big time.

Though as the months go by and you learn each other limits (as he learns your limits) the bed in your room gets colder and colder.

As harsh as he can be verbally, he’s never once gotten physical. The whole reason you have an entire room to yourself is because he was too afraid to let you sleep with him. The first month of the two of you being official, you hadn’t even touched.

Eventually you had enough and put in an anonymous request with some hero costume designers, getting some specially made gloves so his pinkie would be covered without the threat of the fabric disintegrating.

He told you he’d never be caught dead wearing them.

He lied.

When he got to hold your hand for the first time, his entire nervous system shut down. He never wanted to let go.

He doesn’t wear them around the others, he’s not a fan of PDA, and if he ever feels like someone’s coming onto you he just kills them.

Out of sight out of mind.

He’s a really gentile lover, In the time you spend alone with him you’re always glued to his chest or being littered with kisses.

His favorite thing to do is to bite the tip of your nose or the shell of your ear and watch you try to pull away while you complain and pout

Even with how much love he has for you he’s still a sadist at heart.

He often has nightmares about you dying. He’s never had the chance to love someone like he loves you, and the fear of you being taken away from him is too much to bear.

So occasionally you’ll be put on house arrest so he knows you’re okay no matter what he’s doing or where he is.

If he’s out in missions while you’re at home, he always keeps his eyes open for things you might enjoy.

It started off with sea glass, some of the shards he’d find reminded him of the shine in your eyes

Other times it would be flowers

One time you complained to him about not having a pet, so he got you a moss ball

He didn’t want a stupid fish stinking up his room and he definitely didn’t want anything that could make noise

He soon learned the moss ball was a horrible idea though, because now every time he left you, he had to find some sort of material for you to make it a new hat. (You never asked him too)

The two of you don’t share the typical “I love yous” in relationships. He isn’t good at expressing any emotion that isn’t negative, and you don’t want to be over bearing when you know it’s hard for him ti say it back

Sometimes if he’s feeling really good, he’ll write the words out with the tip of his finger in the back of your hand.

And he’ll never admit it out loud, but he does it every night on your back once you fall asleep as a reminder to himself that you’re still here.

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NSFW❤️‍🔥

Sex was complicated

Tomura was a virgin, he’d never cared enough to try before you came along, and even if he had he knew he’d just destroy whoever he tried with.

It was actually a pretty rare occurrence, your sex life was healthy, but it took awhile for him to feel safe touching you everywhere you wanted to be touched, you still felt fragile in his hands, even with the aid of the gloves you’d given him.

Though there was nothing he was against trying. No position was too bold, no act was too dangerous.

Once he found what he liked— he went all in.

His absolute favorite thing to do was pleasuring you.

He loved your harsh breaths, your whimpering.

He loved the fact that he could overpower you and gain complete control without even trying.

He would always start at your throat, nipping along the sides making sure you knew who was in charge and what he was going to do to you

He always made sure to leave a messy trail wherever he went, his tongue constantly darting out and tasting your sweet soft skin

Your breasts were his favorite, no matter how big or small, he loved leaving marks there, in a place only he ever got to see, a strong reminder that you belonged to him and him alone.

The malleable flesh always fit perfectly in his hands, he was sure they were made just for him

By the time he got down to your panties, your cunt would be pulsating and screaming to be touched

The way he would proceed would depend on how his day went

If he was pissed that day, he took time making you unwind, keeping your panties on, moving them ever so slightly to the side and blowing tiny puffs of air right where you wanted him most

He wanted you to squirm, to beg for release, dipping his tongue on every part of you but the part you craved, driving you insane with anticipation and want

He never went down on you properly when he was pissed, he never had too— he would tease and tease until the simple act of touching your inflamed clit drove you to finish

He always made sure you finished first, after all, you were his priority.

If he had a good day, he would eat you out until you saw stars

Ripping your panties down your thighs as if they were the plague, spreading you open and eating you as if you were the first meal he’d eaten in weeks

He craved the taste of you

He was almost positive the simple act of you comming in his mouth made him stronger.

If he could get over his anxiety’s of hurting you, he’d hold you down day and night, lapping you up until you couldn’t handle it anymore and begged him to stop

It was like a drug, a drug he loved to participate in.

When it came to intercourse, missionary was his favorite.

Seeing your face contort with pleasure as he fucked you senseless

The way your tits moved with his thrusts, it would be enough to drive any man mad.

He always made sure you were taken care of, weather he was rough, soft, or both, you always got the princess treatment

He would always return with a damp wash cloth, running it’s rough surface over your body, wiping away any trace of your activity

You were his prized possession, he needed to be sure you were polished to perfection— he simply didn’t trust you with that job. So he took it on himself.

[juvenillia]

~ tangled series~ part 1

John 'Soap' MacTavish x fem!reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley

summary: Johnny needs release, when he got denied from his usual partner he searches out for someone new. A casual ons, but he found something different and things become...complicated.

a/n: Had a spontanous idea and that is the product of it. Let me know what you think. [I don't have much experience writing so smut so I'm thankful for every criticism]

cw/tw: suggestive content, pure smut , bi!Soap, Ghoap, flirting, petnames, piv, unprotected sex, fingering, drinking, open relationship/situationship

worcount: 2.4k

》Masterlist《 》 Read on AO3 《 》Master Post《

„Are ya so desperate? “Kyle laughed out, gulping on his beer while eyeing the frustrated face of the Scot.

“Dinnea yer’ve needs?” he exhaled while sipping halfhearted on his whiskey.

“Looks like not as strong as yours.” He smiled and bit back the smug grin. Trying to show a bit more empathy. They had a few days off, still deployed at the end of the world in a small town, before heading back to base. Some days to rest and blow off some steam. John and Simon mostly stayed in the hotel, just relaxing, and catching up to some sleep. Sometimes all of them would head out, but this time both were more reserved. Johnny visited the same bar for the second day now, just to find a cute girl to get laid. He was already needy, but after such a mission, he needed to get some things out of his system. But somehow his charisma didn’t seem to work. So, Kyle agreed to play wingman for him, but just now another local beauty ditched him.

“I think ‘m gonna explode by the end of the night.” Johnny sunk into the seat, legs fully stretched out under the table.

“Why don’t ya just visit Lt again?” Kyle suggested with a smug grin and Johnny shrugged.

“’s complicated right now…”

“And still, he’s fine with you searching for a woman?” Johnny nodded while pushing the edge of his glass against his lips. “Really don’t get ya two.” Kyle exhaled while patting the shoulder of his teammate. “Okay, the next woman walking through that door…” He pointed at the entry. “…will be your company for the night.” Johnny rolled with his eyes, but still those were pinned on the wooden door.

“Bad cop, good cop.” Kyle stated while walking over to the already crowded bar before Johnny could even say something.

It only took mere minutes before it opened again, and Kyle immediately clapped in his hands. Johnny even raised his brows at the sight in front of him.

You just made your way up to the bar, all alone, in nothing more than a sweet summer dress hugging your curves just perfectly, hair still dump from the late-night swim in the ocean next to the bar. Prettier than every woman Johnny had witnessed through the whole days. To be honest, he couldn’t remember seeing such a pretty thing in a very long time. The sheer thought of you and him made his pants grew a bit tighter.

“Wait…” His words met deaf ears as Kyle already bumped into you and spilled his beer all over you. Making your dress clung to your chest even more than before.

“Woah can’t ya be damn careful.” He fake-drunken cried out, while steading himself next to you at the bar. You literally glared at him.

“Excuse me?!”

“Spilled…my bloody beer all over those...” He let his hands hover over your breasts, and you had the urge to slap him right into his face. Just then he got shoved away. “Damn, pal…” Kyle cried out while Johnny stood between him and you. You raised a brow at the scenery.

“Fuck off and leave the lass alone.”

“Who do ya think ya…” Kyle couldn’t complete his sentence as Johnny pushed him forcefully back once more and he trailed away.

Now the Scot faced you with a nearly shy smile. “Yer alright?” His voice was deep but still soft. A small smile appearing on your lips, and you nodded.

“Kinda used to something like this.” You exhaled while taking a napkin he handed you. Carefully taping it over your cleavage and Johnny couldn’t help but stare.

He had to shake his mind clear before speaking again. “Then I owe yer an apology in the name of all those blaigeards. Let me buy yer a drink.” [bastards] He smiled, and you rose a brow at him at the accent, but you didn’t push it any further.  Just from the corner of his eyes he could see a simple thumbs up from Gaz before the Brit left the bar himself, leaving you to it.

“Why not.” You extended your hand, and he took it and placed a quick peck onto the back of your hand.

Eventually that’s the reason you found yourself in a hotel elevator, pressed against the wooden wall, straddling the man as he pushed his tongue past your lips. His hands roaming all over your body and staying firmly at your thighs, while pushing you up against the wall even more. Your hands took grip of the strains of hair while your kisses grew more heated. Both of your heads empty and light. Just the little ring of the elevator announcing your arrival of the destinated floor let you part for mere seconds.

“I’m Johnny.” He beamed at you and mirrored his smile. You told him your common nickname and he repeated it sweetly before ordering you your preferred drink.

You spent some more time talking and drinking when he once in while placed his calloused hand not so decently on your thigh or on top of your hand. Always keeping eye contact that nearly made you get lost in it. But you couldn’t care, as you enjoyed his company a bit too much.

He didn’t let go of your hand while dragging you after him. He just stopped in front of his door to place a deep kiss onto your lips. He stroked a loose strain of hair behind your ear. “So damn beautiful.” He then pushed the door open and lifted you up with ease. Your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you in, kicking the door shut before throwing you on the bed. He didn’t even waste another second and yanked his shirt over his head away before crawling on bed to you. The sight of him made you grin, while you felt the heat between your legs rise.

“Come here,” you demanded with a smug smile, and he gladly obeyed, placing himself on top of you before his mouth crashed down on yours again. More passionate and wet than before. Your hands found his nape to pull him closer into you while you kept his pace. His hands wandering down your body, slowly lifting the hem of your dress and slipping beneath. His palm found your nearly bare ass, only covered in such a small piece of fabric and he let out a deep groan. His voice sent shivers down your spine as you slowly parted your legs to feel more of him and you did. You could intensely feel his hardened member grinding over your still clothed crotch, and it let fall some delicate moans out of your mouth. Just before he started kissing you again.

He planted kiss after kiss down your jawline to your neck. Biting on your soft flesh as another moan brushed over your lips and you tried to muffle it. “Dinnea hold back, bonnie. Let me hear yer.” His breath against your skin was such an added sensation when his hand wandered from your ass to your front. Rubbing lazy circles over your still clothed cunt. He slowly sat back, pushing your dress just above your hips to gain him better access. He let his fingers push past your panties while a finger run through your slit. “Hmm, already so fuckin’ wet. Only for me,” he chimed while his other hand wandered to the tent in his pants. Rubbing above the fabric of his trousers while his other hand started to explore your sensitive regions. Earning him another row of moans. Just when he pushed two digits inside of you, you arched your back at the sudden sensation.

“More.”, you only begged as he curled them inside you, and he groaned at your demand.

 “Fuck, bonnie,” he said while biting his lower lip. His hands were pinned on you, staring in your already lust drunken face. Usually, he would take his time with his hook up. Making his partner for the night completely cock drunk before even pushing him inside of them, letting them cum on his mouth, then his fingers until they were a brabbling mess, but he couldn’t hold himself back. Not when you were so delicate placed for him, and his cock was already throbbing and twitching at all the sweet sounds you gave him. He needed you right now. No time for any regrets or second thoughts. “Yer look so fuckin’ good beneath me,” he said while unbuckling his belt and the sight in front of you gave you weak knees. Johnny was an average man, but still so handsome. As he took the time to free himself from the last clothes you did the same with your dress. Leaving you only in your panties.

He moved down to plant some more kisses along your stomach before tearing your soaked panties down with his mouth, mind already completely feral as he got a taste of you. “Spread them legs wider for me lass,” he said while squeezing your thighs and placing him between them. His hand sloppy stroking his hard member a few times, smearing precum over his length. His eyes find yours again. “Tell me, when something feels wrong,” he said with a smug smile while lining himself up with your entry and pushing slowly in.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you cried out while arching your back. He shamelessly pushed deeper and deeper until bottomed out. Grunts left his throat, while his hands took grip of your hips to keep you in place as he began to thrust into you in an unforgivable pace.

“Takin’ me so damn well. Tell me how it feels,” he demanded while his hips slam against your body. One of his hands finding your leg to drab it over his shoulder, gaining him better and deeper access and it made you cry out. Tears of pure joy running down your cheeks as your hands cling onto the sheets.

“Doin’ so good pup. Keep going’, darlin’ “ You cried out while your back arched even more.

“Steamin’ jesus…” The petnames completely sending him into abyss. He could feel how your walls clenched around him and all that made it hard for him. Hard to contain himself as he was balls deep inside you. And you could feel how close he was, how sloppy his movements grew. You reached out to his neck to pull him down with you. Taking grip of his neck while his cock kept pushing against that sweet spongy spot inside of you. Tears started to roll down your face again and you could feel the tingle inside of you grow.

God, you were close, non-stop clenching around his hard member. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting on your neck, trying to hold him back a bite more. “I want ya cum inside…ya hear me pup.” Your tone was so different to earlier. So, demanding and he could do nothing than obey. His thrusts grew harder, as your fingers claw on his back. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t care, not when you felt so perfectly made for him. Your tight cunt soaking him in while he chased his release.

Just with some more thrusts he completely spilled his seed inside of you. “Christ yes,” you cried out while your hips bucked forward to meet his and you could feel his orgasm triggering your own. You panted while he placed kiss after kiss onto your exposed skin, and you kept him tight to you.

“Did so good for me, lass.” He gently said while cleaning you up. He definitely didn’t want to let go of you. Besides some experimental experiences with Ghost, this was by far the best sex he had, and he would totally annoy the shit out of Gaz and his Lieutenant about it. After cleaning everything up, pulling some underwear on you both, he gave you an olive shirt of his. It was a usual military one and it made you giggle the slightest. Even more when he pulled you onto his chest. “Stay,” he plead while placing a kiss onto the crown of your head. You pulled him down to you for another deep and passionate kiss. If Johnny only knew it would’ve been the last time, he would feel your lips onto him. For now…

He woke up early in the morning just to find out that you were already gone. No note, no number. Nothing was left, only a sheer memory and a frustration settled in his guts. Right now, the thought of him being nothing more than a one night stand made him feel utilized. Usually nothing was wrong about it because that’s how those things worked out. But you awakened something in him that made him want more. It felt so different to anything he had experienced before. But sadly, he didn’t know much more than your nickname, and the way you felt around him when pleasure took the best of both of you.

Weeks passed and he could finally sort things out with Simon, as their situationship grew to something more constant. Still, he couldn’t forget about that one night that still left him breathless. A night he got off to so many times when alone in his room. Always wondering what your favorite color might be, or which music you preferred on long roads. If you were a morning or an evening person. If you preferred dogs over cats. There were so many things he wanted to know about you. It kind of made him feel empty. He found solace in your fateful meeting, as much as he found peace next to Ghost. And even when sleeping curled up against Simon, he couldn’t forget the feeling of you tugged up his chest in his shirt. If he only knew what he got himself into…

[tiajk]

Little Miss Hamilton(I think i’m actually hilarious)

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Warnings: reader is seen as the Hamilton of the crew, reader is implied to have powers but not have eaten devil fruit, Poc reader implied (brown skin, curly hair ), It’s a platonic mostly (hint of zosan x reader not a hint it’s plain a day), Cursing, pre time skip im mind, Best friends Nami & Ussop (such an underrated duo), Mostly the Anime in mind when writing this, no use of name or y/n, grammar errors (i js know there are)

A/n: Told you guys another fic would be out today (I love Hamilton) (if you watch Hamilton what’s your favorite song(s) mines are satisfied & Non-stop), you guys i wrote this with the worst stomach pain im gonna fucking die

Dividers from ; @y-yushin & @anitalenia

—It almost felt like a reward every single piece of it. Starting with the fact you were apart of the straw hat pirate crew. Luffy claimed that you were all the best including you. most of the time dismissing him with a smile and a small “thank you!!” Then going back to your books and writings. thinking back to the fights you’ve been though you were grateful for having your powers what was more important was knowledge knowing every single piece of information that you found valuable was important to you and you would do anything to obtain it. Even if that included staying up late at night sleeping all during the day which at first no one thought was odd just assuming you were like Zoro. At night was when you did your true calling the most knowledge obtained from the Stars making charts, maps, and hypothesis’s about the moon and why does it change every single night. Mind running through thousands of ideas on how. Most of the time you would ire yourself out so much that you would fall asleep on deck but someone would always awake in the night to check most of the time it was Sanji and Zoro. Whenever Zoro found you he would grumble stings of curses out of his mouth when he saw you. He didn’t understand why you would leave yourself out in the open just to get more information about the stars but he would rather die then let you sit out in the cold. Sanji was the same way he would find you most of the time after Luffy tries to sneak into the fridge and he can’t go back to sleep. Tonight is no different from the rest your slumped on the deck your book is closed secure so the wind wont open it with little bits of pages sticking out of it your notebook stacked on top as well. Sanji & Zoro both cant sleep tonight instead of arguing with each other the just drink and get to know each other better. Surprisingly there laughing together playfully bantering each other when Sanji’s expression changes and goes outside Zoro doesn’t know what he’s doing at first but then it clicks in his head you were probably asleep on the deck again. He follows Sanji out the kitchen door seeing Sanji picking you up bridal style already you look peaceful its like your boy knows that Sanji’s got you and that your safe. While he’s climbing up the stars when he passes zoro he stops “Can you get her books I would usually would get them but your here to help me this time”. He wants to roll his eyes but he can’t and for once he just listen maybe it’s the alcohol flowing through his system or maybe he knows how important your books are to you it’s your dream. During the day most of the time nami watched over you she would distract from your books claiming how you both needed a break. Dragging Ussop(he wanted to go) as you guys al go shopping and play a little dress up. By you guys its mostly nami and ussop finding clothes to give you and you to try on while they give you there opinions (Ussop has good fashion taste cant change my mind (u prob could but pls don’t). Nami Had this beautiful Long body con dress the base of the dress was a peachy pink with coral all over it the coral being in all different shapes the colors being blue, purple and ifferent shades of pink as well. “Go try it on it’s gorgeous and goes perfect with your skin tone ” taking the fabric from her hands you go to the dresseing room sort of excited to try it on. when you finished putting you examined your self in the mirror in the dressing room it was the perfect length on the floor but not enough to drag on your feet to annoy you but it hugged everywhere and it just felt perfect you didn’t really care if you have to go into debt for nami to buy this dress it would be worth it. While opening the door holding your hair in a low pony with no ponytail holder some curly staying in the front. Nami and Ussop mouth dropped to the floor when they saw you “What is it bad” you confidence going down slowly but it accelerates when nami says “It’s perfect on you we have to buy it it was literally made for you” you smile at her thanking her for the compliment “I agree it’s an amazing dress for you”.

—When going back in the dressing room as you put your other clothes on thinking what would Zoro and Sanji think about the dress you shiver at the thought of the reaction and shake it from your mind. When you guys head back to the ship it’s not loud and that worries you automatically as you speed up your pace to the going merry. Going to the kitchen is ur first stop and it was correct. You see Luffy, Sanji and Zoro all cooped up around something but you don’t know what “HMH” clearing your throat to get their attention. The all look in shock not expecting you to be there. Luffy hides the object behind his back “We thought you guys were still shopping?” “Well we're back now” You look at all three of the they seem nervous. Luffy is sweating hard “What do you have behind your back Luffy?” “Nothing” You don’t believe him so you place the shopping back on the counter and sit at the table with them “What’s the problem guys you seem nervous did i do something wrong?” They all looked at each other silently communicating “No we just don’t want you to get mad at us” it was really confusing why would you get mad? “I won’t promise” Luffy looks at you one more time just to make sure he brings the object in front of him and on the table it’s your book your book with everything in it. Part of you wants to get mad but you don’t “where did you find this?” “It was on the table fore you left I saw it and wondered what it was about didn’t know it was yours” Zoro states with his harms crossed looking at you “It’s okay but are any of the pages missing” you say examining every page that you could get your hands on slightly worried that some valuable information could be missing “No I made sure that nothing happened to it” Sanji blows the smoke out of his mouth “What happened?” Nami ask as she enters the room “Nothing just my books” Ussop comes behind you one of your books was open and he’s peeking at it over your shoulder “woah you wrote all of this?” you honestly didn’t think that it was a lot not enough knowledge so it wasn’t a lot. Nami comes and looks as well “Wow it really is a lot is that why your always up at night writing?” You start to feel a little bit on the spot which it doesn’t really matter that its you its just the subject “Yea but I could write more i dont feel like it’s enough” Zoro thinks to himself ‘what will be enough for her’ “Why it’s it not enough you write like your running out of time”…………

Part 2 coming soon ( i couldn’t finish my stomach hurts and it feels like i have the throw up)(update i threw up and i’m sick ass hell)

[lillylvjy]

gleefully;

fluff; him letting you stay for a bit longer than he should, more than he's allowed to. yes, he's a god, but he likes his rules. he lets you wander, setting basic rules here and there. don't go to the back gardens, ask before entering a room you haven't been in before, come to bed with him. simple things. he likes watching and admiring you and seeing you live happily with him. baking and cooking and dancing with him, hanging off him and calling him silly names you really shouldn't.

angst; then you're let go, thrown back to mortality and you accept it. he wallows for a while, you go about your life and he watches until you reach him again.

not sfw okay beware--

uh so i love how coherent my angst/fluff is and all I've gotta say here is KINKY

mf loves loves loves having you under him, like overstimulation to the max. he likes to make your visits worth while, usually in the form of very rough and kinky sex. but god (no pun intended), is it good- like don't even call it heavenly, it's far beyond that.

he likes to wrap his hand around your neck sometimes, mostly as a reminder to you both where you are, and who's who's. but other times, when it's softer (which is rare, my guy has pent up feelings and absolutely loves fucking you senseless) he holds your hands, fingers intertwined.

light system is used.

he's a grunty boy, very very vocal. super into praising and having his sub be so whiny and whimpery.

he's a daddy kink guy. he loves it. adores it. (but also doesn't mind it in a non sexual context!! makes him feel nice and giddy outside of sex!!) but if it's sex, it riles him up.

if you don't use your words he'll usually pull a "mm, what was that, baby? use your words, kitten. do you want me to punish you?"

his form of punishment is pulling out almost all the way, when he's just barely in and trying to keep himself just barely buried in you, maybe pressed up- but it drives you crazy. he'll press on your belly during this as well, reminding you how empty you are bc you didn't use your words.

now when he's in you he still likes that but-

i will never shut up if I don't cut myself off

-godbur anon

Brbbfbfjfjrjr can you just stay forever at that point?!?! That’s heaven actually. And literally. But… oml, clinging to him and just always wanting to be with him and explore the new things with him. He also likes always being with you. Likes to see your face light up at the smallest things. Likes to hold you against him anytime you get overwhelmed. Ugh! This man-

FUCK THAT- nope. Nah- if he put me back on this place, he’s expecting me the next day so- /hj no but. Ugh. The way your both longing for each other. Wanting to be next to each other and loved by the other. Ngl- once your up there again, he’s not letting you go.

(Minors get out of here!!!!)

No bc he seems kinky. Like rough, no holding back kinky. And I live for it!! Lord he loves overstimulation. Loves how you tremble under him and whine for him to slow down or maybe even speed up, loving the feeling of all of it.

He has every invitation to wrap his hand around my throat…. Mhm. Omg! But like- when it is soft sex, loves holding your hands and whispering how much he loves you in your ear.

Personally loves the light system.

Vocal men>>>> lord-

No because Wilbur is just always daddy coded half the time so I see it! Oml- when you do call him daddy, he’s gone. He’s- that man’s self control has left!

See as rough as he is, I love how he would ask that bc he doesn’t like giving punishments most likely. Like- it just seems physically impossible to him for him to hurt you intentionally-

Oml- and when you whine from how empty you are, he just laughs and mocks your whines.

KEEP GOING PLEASE!!!

[valscigarette]

Say That I Tried (Drugstore AU)

Most of Vox’s customers have an exaggerated sense of self-importance, forcing him to toe the line between sycophantic and contemptuous to get through each transaction. He’s used to it by now. Good at it, even, given the way he’s turned the derelict corner market into one of the busiest drug stores in Pentagram City and his boss has gifted him a glossy manager’s name tag despite having no co-workers on site to manage. For once, he seems to be coming up in the world, and greatness is so close he can taste it. It’ll all be worth it in a couple years.

He knows this store inside and out, regulars included. A new customer always catches his eye, especially one as pretty as the doll that waltzes in not twenty minutes after Valentino’s nightly run, who smiles at Vox with straight white teeth over her bulky camera. Vox knows she’s a pap immediately. Enough of them chase after Val for him to know. But paparazzi need drugs too, and they’re usually not bright enough to notice an upcharge, so Vox draws up his most charming smile.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he purrs, leaning onto the counter. “Did the sun rise early, or is it just your smile?”

She rolls her eyes and snorts. “Take it easy, cowboy.”

Okay, flattery isn’t the way to go- Vox can adjust to that, though he wouldn’t mind taking her out or out back if he can win her over. He’s the drug guy and addicts give it up easily to their suppliers. Still smiling, Vox straightens up and fixes the collar of his polo.

“My apologies, darling.” She doesn’t look like she believes him, but he doesn’t need her to in order to make the sale. “What can I get for you today?”

She walks all the way to the counter before she answers, close enough for Vox to count the eyelashes sewn into her smooth plastic face. Oh, she’s beautiful. She’s one of the most stunning sinners Vox has ever laid eyes on. He activates his new VCR–an upgrade he splurged for with his first post-promotion paycheck–to burn her image permanently into his system.

“Do you have a few minutes to chat, actually?” she asks. “I’ve got a business idea I think you’d be interested in.”

Vox raises an eyebrow. If she’s not a customer, then she’s definitely trouble. He should’ve known that; she wouldn’t be sexy if she wasn’t going to fuck him over. “You wanna talk to the owner.”

“No, I wanna talk to you,” she says, her eyes darting down to his nametag, “Vox. Unless you want to manage a drugstore for the rest of eternity, in which case, I’ll be on my way.”

He sighs.

“You have until a paying customer walks in.”

“Great!” she chirps, spinning on her heel to go turn off the neon OPEN sign in the window and ignoring the squeal of Vox’s irritated feedback.

Until now, only Valentino has had the audacity to close the store when he wants undivided attention, and it’s only because this customer is as ridiculously hot as Val that Vox doesn’t launch himself over the counter to throttle her for it.

“About your customers…” she continues, “they include, like, every famous face in the entertainment district, right?”

Vox nods. “We cater to high-end clientele these days.”

It’s mostly dancers. Val has talked all his fellow strippers into buying here, and with the best known whores darkening his doorstep, other sinners creeping toward the limelight have been quick to follow. Sometimes, Vox thinks a little too long about how much he owes his success to Valentino, and winds up jerking his frustrations into the bathtub while staring at magazine spreads of Val in skimpy outfits, until he once more convinces himself he could have done it alone.

“I thought so. I’ve got these pictures, you see,” the customer tells him, dropping her camera to hang from its neck strap as she digs a print from her coat pocket. “There’s this moth demon, Valentino, and you wouldn’t believe how much people will pay for a photo of him beaten bloody.”

She produces a print taken through the shop window, Val perfectly framed between a poster for crystal meth and the windowpane with all the bruises of a rough shift in glorious technicolor. Vox reaches for it without thinking, but she’s faster, whipping it out of reach and smirking triumphantly at his desperation.

“Ah-ah-ah,” she teases. The photo disappears into her pocket once more, and Vox grips the counter so tightly, the linoleum cracks under his hands. “You can have it when you agree to my idea.”

A growling chuckle rumbles through Vox’s speakers but his mouth doesn’t move until he asks, “What’s stopping me from taking it, princess?”

“I won’t give you a cut of the profit,” she answers simply.

With a final glance at the dark sign in the window, Vox gives up and nods for her to come behind the counter. “We’ll talk in the office,” he relents. “What was your name?”

“Velvette.”

She follows him to the cramped room he calls an office, but functionally serves as a broom closet. A few weeks ago, he shoved an end table and two overturned wastebaskets to have somewhere to sit while he tends Val’s worse injuries. It’s not much, but it’s his, and he turns away from Velvette to fix the security camera in the corner while she drinks in the sight.

“This is sad, Vox,” she sniffs.

“I wasn’t expecting company,” he mutters, “You didn’t exactly call ahead.” Once satisfied with the camera, he turns back around to see Velvette leaning against the wall, staring distastefully at the bloodstains and loose screws on the floor. “It’s the only privacy we’re getting at the store other than in the bathroom.”

“Right. Well, I noticed that Valentino comes in here, like, every day.”

Vox nods, unease creeping up his spine despite his confidence he could take Velvette down if necessary. “He’s one of my regulars.”

“And,” she drawls, “he spends at least an hour in your store. Funny enough, you never spend that long at his clubs.”

When she pulls more photos from her coat, Vox grabs her wrist and steals them faster than she can react. He won’t be made a fool of twice. But as he sorts through the prints, he notices the edges of his own body in frame too many times to be pure coincidence. Val has told Vox not to worry, that no one would notice the way their orbits have begun to revolve around one another, but Vox should’ve known better than to trust that idiot.

To his surprise, Velvette doesn’t even try to recapture the prints; she must have backups elsewhere. Instead, she says, “I could make good money off these, but intimate photos would sell better. You wouldn’t even have to be in frame.”

Vox’s fingers tighten around the photos, crumpling them and smearing the ink.

“I…” He glances at Val’s blurry face in one the top image. “I need a couple days to think about it.”

[winniethewife]

*clears throat*

Hi, dearest Winnie❤️

Okay, so remember my very first ask of you ages ago was how moon boys were in an argument?

I'm here with another angsty thing, angst queen😈❤️

We know they are humans, right?

So they aren't always lovie-dovie, cute, and attentive to their partner. Especially after some years of spending together.

Like, some shit might happen and get them into a grumpy mood. I see this mostly with Marc, but I want your headcanons about all three and as their partner how to deal with them.

And oh, what gets them to be that upset to be a lil mean or avoidant to reader?

THIS HAPPENS OKAY?

I will fight anyone who says no, the boys are so in love that nothing like this could happen blah blah

They are human and they can feel down just like us and snap at the smallest things🤷🏻‍♀️

Hello Maniiii, this is very true, real people aren't always happy, even in a good relationship. So here we go.

Moody Moon-Knight System headcanons

Warning: violence, self-deprecation, general toxicity, alcohol consumption

Marc

Its hard to tell when Marc is in a real foul mood because he always seems grumpy

But at some point he'll get really snippy, every little thing seems to throw him off, the kettle going off, some small mess that Steven left out, he reacts with anger every time.

"This place is a fucking mess. Can't find anything in all this...shit!"

He doesn't shout much because Yelling reminds him of his mother, but he will snap and raise his voice.

When asked He doesn't want to talk about it. He avoids like its his full time job.

"I'm fine, just leave me alone!"

the hardest part is, there's not much you can do, when he gets like this he hardly recognizes anything you do to help, and if you fight back he shuts down even more.

the best way to help him, is to wait it out, he'll eventually come back.

Steven

Steven is hardly ever in a bad mood, so when he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed it is an immediate upset to the day

When he's in a bad mood, he will be very self-deprecating, taking his bad mood out on himself.

"I'm sorry I'm such an idiot love, I honestly don't know why you keep me around."

when he's in a bad mood he gets very weepy and easily frustrated. Seeking out your affection and approval.

He'll usually give up on the day and just curl up in bed, staring at the wall and muttering to himself.

"Worthless, Just worthless."

the best thing you can do is take care of him, you could talk all day about how he's not any of the things he's not but it will go unheard. its best just to cuddle up with him and keep him company while he works though it.

Jake

When Jake is in a bad mood, he gets violent. the first time this happens he throws a plate in frustration and nearly missed you, it flew past your head and crashed into the wall behind you. That scared him.

after that first time, the only way you know Jake is in a bad mood is you wake up alone, a note hastily scribbled left on the pillow next to you.

"Out Driving."

you won't see him again until very late, some times drunk, but usually in a weird mood.

once or twice He has left for more than one day, and those times are the worst. not knowing where he was or whether or not he was okay.

No matter how long he wad gone he would always come back.

He'll want to lay in your lap and watch comfort TV with you after a long day(s) of avoiding his feelings.

He'll fall asleep there if you let him. mumbling slightly in his sleep.

"Gracias por quedarse. Te amo." Thank you for staying. I love you

~

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[harlequinoccult]

thank you for explaining the caustic personality!! honestly Vulpine might as well have caustic as his main w apathetic tendencies instead, ig ill find out when the demo is updated XD both personality types fit him too well. honestly he's not that aggressive as a person, he's actually mostly quite polite, but he does have a tendency to stare. the ones who really get to see his aggressive side are the people he dislikes (Host better fucking prepare himself-)

well i figured i'd just finish what i started, and continue on my never-ending ramble. usually i like making Ariel an orphan, it's a bit of a callback to his roots and it fits him, but this time i think the second option i usually go for him fits best: single child of a single mother. she's the only family he has that he knows of, a very loving, religious and hard working lady who was shunned from the community for getting pregnant out of wedlock. the very first fights Ari would get into in his childhood were against kids who would say some unsavory shit abt his mom. having a mother who was blindly dedicated to the same church that constantly made her suffer for the mistake of having a kid without a husband also played a very big part into Ariel becoming an atheist and rebelling against the church in his teen years.

she was p absent as a parent, having to work p much the whole day to be able to support them both, but she tried her best the moments when she was present, and Ari recognizes that and loves her dearly. he started stealing things and got his first job quite young to try to help her pay the bills.

he got arrested when he was around 18 yo, probably getting caught on one of his "heists", trying to steal from the richer houses around, and he hasn't seen her since then. his time in prison was... bad. really fucking bad. the worst, lowest point of his life, in fact.

i have no idea how the legal system works in england and i have no desire to learn, but for what's worth he is caught trying to escape at least once, and spends 2 miserable years in there until he finally manages to leave.

did he actually complete his sentence? lol. lmao.

no. no he didn't. be it by a month, a year, a day, the important thing is he didn't.

is Ariel Fox even his real name? i doubt it. that would be stupid wouldn't it, illegally immigrating to a different country after escaping from prison and using your real ass name to do it, he's smarter than that.

fun fact abt Ari: he does not want to go back to prison. he'll kill himself before they have the chance to catch him.

on a... "unrelated" note, the reason why Carter managed to wrap such a tight leash on Ariel is bc he learned smth he shouldn't have and he's holding that little secret right over his head. im sure you can't possibly guess what he found out that would make Ariel put up w his shit the way he did-

so the fact that Ari ends up in this city (i forgor the name and i can't leave the askbox to check or ill lose everything i typed 😭) is honestly not rlly much of a surprise, nor is the fact that he's p much alone despite living there for years. he's always been a bit of an outcast, a loner, someone who avoids people on purpose. he hasn't seen his mom since he left england, but he looks her up every once in a while. debates whether he should call her. decides it's for the best that he doesn't.

he starts over. new life, new me, or whatever the hell people say. starts off already with shifty connections, he needs a fake identity and a fake birth certificate and a fake everything if he has any hope of passing by unscathed, after all. needs to lay low. not call too much attention. be a nobody. wait until things calm down a bit.

he stays at least a year living like that, settling in, subduing his accent until he can pass it off as having learned it from a family member or some other bullshit. applies for university. becomes just another american college student.

meets someone.

falls in love.

has them taken from him. has his entire life destroyed. again. needs to try to pick himself up. again. is struck with such crippling grief unlike anything he has ever felt before. it's almost as bad as the two worst years of his life.

almost.

he's never letting anything like that happen to him ever again.

anyway! as mentioned before, he was working on getting a doctorate when Carter came along, and he sort of had to drop out after that, to the dismay of his teachers. what was he getting a doctorate on? honestly p much anything would be in-character for Ariel, he's an everything nerd, from language to history to engineering to biology that man wants to know quite literally everything the world has to offer him. his infodumps are the most complete and varied possible, he's a walking talking encyclopedia.

he's an extremely paranoid person who overthinks everything including his own overthinking and really, if nothing else here's to hoping that OD can at least teach him to loosen up a bit-

he never enjoyed doing drugs very much, despite partaking in them quite often in his youth. he's way more likely to experience a bad trip than a good one, so he learned to stay away from them as much as possible, but alcohol and nicotine were a completely different story. he's still addicted to nicotine to this day, the one drug he allows himself to never let go. he was an alcoholic through a big chunk of his life, until someone did Very Bad Things to him when he was too drunk to be able to fight back. that experience just flipped a switch inside of him, it broke him badly enough to make him promise himself to never touch another drop of alcohol in his life, a promise he did very well by until Carter killed his beloved and he had the worst relapse of his life. he's back to being a straight edge now tho, its fine! its not fine

he has immense distaste for the cops of the city, but part of him is kinda grateful that they're so bad at their job or else he would be Fucked. he absolutely despised doing work for Carter, even after he became so numb to it all it made him want to tear his own heart out just to make sure it was still beating. i cannot stress enough how much he suffered inside at the start, part of the reason he started drinking again was to try to ignore how much all of it hurt. at least he could try to make sure Carter didn’t kill innocents. he couldn't really be sure every time, but he tried. he really did.

he probably tried killing Carter at least once. or thought abt it, at the very least. made plans. had it all figured out in his head, down to the last detail, how he would do it and get away with it. ngl, he was probably on the verge of putting it into action when Host sent him that email and just gave him the perfect chance to do it just like that-

as a killer, Vulpine is very much the stealthy type, hiding in the shadows, walking withouth making a sound. if its a group, he'll pick them off one by one, until someone notices and all hell breaks loose or until all of them are dead. if he's forced to kill someone he doesn't think deserves it, he's merciful. very quick, clean deaths, going straight for the vitals, almost painless. if it's someone he thinks deserves to suffer, however... well, he's always been curious to know what a human vivisection would look like.

truth is, he's a sadist. well, a sadomasochist really, but he gets off on making people suffer, and he hates it. he especially hates the fact that hurting the person he loves is such a tantalizing thought. marking them blue and black, covering them in red, it's not really his fault blood is such a beautiful thing, is it? and if his lover wants to do the same to him, well, he's more than happy to oblige. anything for his love. except bondage. getting tied up/held down is actually a pretty bad trigger for him, he hates it, no matter the context

ok well i think that's everything! thanks for indulging me!!

-🦊

The ask is somewhere around here, i know it, but with caustic mcs, Carter assumed they were all bark and no bite. Fitting, i think.

And, given everything, OD is a fitting match, they like learning and they are smart -in their own way- the drugs and partying is for themselves, they aren't the type to pressure people into drugs, in fact, they can and will tell you about the various side effects of any given drug because they think its legitimately interesting.

[gareleia]

my turn to jump on that hazbin theory train

I don't know if it's been suggested before - and it probably was, cause it's kinda obvious, so not claiming originality here. but.

what does get a person into heaven/hell? and why the fuck The Ultimate Dick isn't burning like he obviously should be?

I used to binge watch lucifer, and the whole business with self-actualisation that got angels risen/fallen seems like it could totally apply to hazbin universe at large.

there's no council or judge or omnipotent automatic system to decide that a person is worthy of heaven/hell. instead, once they die, humans go where they themselves feel they should go

because, in general? bad people are usually aware on some level that they are bad, or that they at least aren't good people. no sinner in hell (to my knowledge) is in denial about being an asshole, they revel in it, they know they deserve it, and even if they didn't believe in the afterlife when they were alive, they still felt like if hell was real they belonged there. and no one in heaven doubts their placement either, because they're (mostly) the mentally stable ones who knew they did fine in life and felt good about themselves.

why did Adam go to heaven? because he genuinely believed he deserved it. every once in a while there are psychopaths and narcissists that are so beyond the concept of remorse or basic self-awareness that they not just don't care how fucked up they are - they honestly don't even recognize any of their shit behaviors as such, and therefore slip through the cracks. and nobody looks twice, because they not just don't know to do so, they can't fathom that they would need to.

that also explains why people like Angel Dust, who I'd argue was a better person than The Dick Master even before his redemption, went to hell. not just cause Adam had much less opportunities to sin than Anthony, but because the latter was traumatized and convinced that he deserved eternal damnation.

that's how we get enough psychos in heaven to fill up the exorcist ranks and enough broken, desperate victims in hell to fill up the overlord's pockets.

that, or the entire theory is shit, there is an actual metric and Adam was a good person initially but went insane after thousands of years from sheer boredom like many of us probably would. idk, i'm not a lore expert.

[garset-grocery]

I don’t usually make vent posts like this but I need to scream into the void about this right now and my friends don’t want to hear it anymore.

Tomorrow I have a doctor’s appointment about an hour’s drive away. Unfortunately, I don’t have a car because I just paid for school and insurance would tear me apart.

Outside my building is a train track that goes right up to the edge of the property. It’s hidden by a fence, but every time a train goes past it’s like a continuous rolling clap of thunder that you feel in your inner ear. Naturally, one would assume that there would be a train station in town. One would be dead wrong. There isn’t a train station for miles in any direction, and the only way in and out of town is through the highway.

Looking up bus routes on google maps shows me several with the same rough timing: SEVEN HOURS. Somehow, taking the bus is more time than it would take to bike all the way there (six hours). Even with all the stops a bus makes, you would assume that once it got on the highway there wouldn’t be much of a difference. But if it takes me FOURTEEN HOURS to see the only doctor that does HRT nearby, then that’s simply not viable. I have free time, but not that much. Not that much.

Of course, I could take an Uber. At this point it seems like the best option. Pay hundreds of dollars for a drive that would normally cost <$100 for gas, while stranding a complete stranger in an entirely different town. An Uber driver once told me that if they drove out of a certain area, they would have to drive all the way back to it before they could pick up more riders, which wastes their time and their money. If I order an Uber, I’m asking two separate strangers to make a two hour round trip drive in which they’re only allowed one rider at a time. Just an absolute dogshit thing to do to another person.

I live in Ontario, which is supposed to be Canada’s number one industrial powerhouse. We have the highest population of any province in the country, mostly in one dense area along the US border. Every year the government spends millions of dollars to maintain the roads and highways connecting all these places. And not one, NOT ONE train station in my whole fucking town? You’re telling me there’s enough money for the roads and highways and all the streetlights and fuel for transport trucks and construction. But it’s just not in the budget to lay down some fucking tracks and make commuting without a car fast and affordable? Really?

I guess if everyone just buys a car then that’s good for oil companies and insurance companies and car companies and… you know, all the people that get rich off covering everything in pavement and waiting for people to die. But for people like me who don’t have a car and need to get somewhere an hour away? Well, I guess we can just go fuck ourselves. It’s our fault for not having enough money to buy our own personal 3000 pound death machine.

Look. I get it. People like driving their little metal boxes around. It’s fun. Whatever. But human beings have been laying railroads (not like that) for literally hundreds of years. The industry my country loves so much was built on railroads. We KNOW that trains work, we KNOW that they’re fast and easy and they get people places on time, and we KNOW that they can transport WAY more people than a highway while taking up way less space. SO WHY THE FUCK IS THERE NO TRAIN STATION IN MY TOWN. WHY IS THE ROAD THE ONLY OPTION. WHY AM I STUCK USING BUSES AND RIDESHARING AND SHITTY HALF-MEASURES TO GET AROUND THIS OBVIOUS GAPING HOLE IN OUR PROVINCE’S AWFUL INFRASTRUCTURE. STOP ADDING MORE LANES TO THE GOD DAMN HIGHWAYS AND GIVE US A WORKING TRANSIT SYSTEM. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

[tanninginlucisbeam]

high all the time

hi, first post on her. definitely not first time writing. just a couple of things. this is not intended to be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. if you are. please leave. second, feel free leave requests in my ask.

swiss x dewdrop

warnings: weed use, sex, gushy love

Swiss didn’t smoke weed frequently but when he did, he was usually alone. This time he wasn’t, Dew was hanging out with him when he remembered the baggy in his drawer.

“Hey, dew I got a question” Swiss poked the fire ghoul who was laying at the food of the bed.

“Yeah?” He questioned not looking up from his phone.

“hypothetically, if someone were to have some weed, and want—“ Swiss began

“what do you want swiss? do you want to smoke, sure. that’s fine” Dew said quickly.

“Let me finish,” Swiss said annoyed, “would you like to smoke with me?” Swiss asked. Dew looked up.

“Uh yeah sure, i didn’t want to ask but i’ve wanted to smoke with you for a while” Dew replied moving closer to the multi ghoul.

“really? didn’t know you smoked” Swiss said laughing a little.

“yeah, taking a bath while high is a fantastic combination” Dew said sitting across from Swiss on the bed. Swiss reached over and pulled out the small box from his night stand. He quickly rolled a joint and grabbed his lighter. He flicked the lighter once, and inhaled deeply. A small like of smoke floated from the lit end of the joint. Swiss passed it to Dew, he pressed the joint to his lip and inhaled deeply.

After a few more passes between them, joint was mostly gone, as was Dew.

“Fuck” He said softly and looked up at Swiss who was putting his box away and grabbing his phone to play some music.

“How you feel Dew?” Swiss asked gently touching the fire ghouls knee.

“Fucking fantastic” Dew giggled and leaned back on his arms. The two ghouls listened to music for a bit before Swiss spoke up.

“Have you ever had sex high?” Swiss questioned the fire ghoul.

“No, sounds great though.” Dew hummed in response. He took a moment to look swiss up and down, his eyes landing briefly on the ghouls crotch.

“Like what you see baby?” Swiss teased as he leaned back against the wall letting his legs spread a little more. Dew looked up at swiss.

“Possibly, who said we were doing anything” Dew smirked at the larger ghoul.

“I did” Swiss said pushing him self up off the wall and pinned Dew to the bed. Dew laughed and smiled at Swiss, a hint of lust in his eyes.

“We’ll go easy tonight, this is something you want to enjoy every movement” Swiss said letting his hands travel slowly down Dews body. Dew sighed softly at the contact between them.

“Before we start, safe word and signal” Swiss said “this is a very different experience so i want to make sure we do it correctly” Swiss said sitting back momentarily. Dew nodded “Let’s go with color system, and i’ll tap you three times for the signal” Dew said quickly, appreciating the multi ghouls notice to detail.

“Perfect,” Swiss said before moving to pull down Dews pants, Swiss threw them to the side. He leaned down to kiss Dews thighs gently before slowly pulling down his boxers. Dew let out a short breath from the friction his boxers cause.

“You sound absolutely beautiful” Swiss moved up the fire ghouls body, kissing his neck before moving to kiss him deeply. Swiss pushed his tongue into Dews mouth, letting his hips lay against Dews. Dew wrapped his arms around swiss’s neck, leaning into the kiss more. Swiss pulled away after a few moments to breath his lips coated in both of their saliva.

“Slow and messy?” Dew questioned.

“Best sex to have when your high” swiss responded taking his own pants off and slipping his t-shirt off. Dew pulled his shirt off and stared up at the larger ghoul. Swiss laid more sloppy kisses down Dews slender body, his fingers lightly tracing his body as he moved down towards Dews crotch. Swiss slowly pulled Dews boxers off, kissing his hips as he moved Dew closer to him. Dew waited paitently, feeling as though he was floating on the clouds. Swiss pushed a finger into Dew watching the smaller ghoul squirm a bit.

“Already wet huh?” Swiss teased as he continued to kiss all over Dews torso. Swiss continued to stretch Dew until he thought he was ready.

“Ready my little flame?” Swiss asked, lining himself up. Dew nodded and leaned back, relaxing his body. Swiss pushed into the warmth of the fire ghoul, moaning as he moved.

“Satanas, you weren’t joking…” Dew murmured his hand finding its way down to his own cock. “You haven’t even moved and it’s the best—“ Swiss cut Dew off with a kiss.

“Less talking, more fucking” Swiss said as he pulled away for a moment before moving his hips slowly in and out of Dew. Swiss continued to kiss the fire ghoul, savoring every moan that came from the smaller mouth. Dew pulled away momentarily, his face flushed red.

“Fuck” Dew moaned as Swiss’s thrusts continued deeper into him. Swiss kissed and bit at his neck, leaving a few bruises. Dews moaned grew louder and high with each thrust hitting his sweet spot every time.

“‘m close” Dew managed to squeak out between thrusts and Swiss’s messy kisses.

“Me too Dewdrop“ Swiss moaned, just before leaving another hickey on Dews chest. That sent Dew over the edge, he moaned as he finished all over his chest and Swiss’s chin. Swiss came at the same time, moaning Dews name. Dew breathed heavily as he came down from his orgasm, rubbing Swiss’s back gently. Swiss laid on Dew for a few moments before moving Dew on his chest as he laid on his back. Dew kissed Swiss’a chest and neck, leaving bruises and teeth mark all over the larger ghoul. Swiss eventually pulled out and Dew switched to laying next to him. Swiss wrapped his arms around Dews smaller frame, pressing another kiss to his now swollen lips.

“So?” Swiss asked running his fingers up and down Dews back. Dew chuckled a little.

“Best. Sex. Ever.”

[shilo-sumac]

(( OOC Post! edited last 4/23/24

I saw someone have a separate post about the norms of the world their muse is in (I'm so sorry I forget who) and I thought that would be a good idea! uh. this may be a text wall and more may be added. I love my HCs im sorry. ))

There are small basic animals in her universe, such as pollinator species (moths, bees, ect), fish, and small near the bottom of the food chain animals (mice, fish, other bugs, small birds) To me this makes sense because there are both plant Pokemon and normal plants in the actual canon, and stuff needs to pollinate somehow lmao. There are no large animals, this niche is only filled by Pokemon.

Killing Pokemon to consume is frowned upon in many regions. There are still people who do, but it's viewed similarly to how an American would view eating a pet animal. Meat is made in labs and is indistinguishable from the meat from our universe on a taste and nutrition level.

Pokemon have varying levels of sentience. Most Pokemon have a basic understanding of the ideas of what a human is trying to convey, with Pokemon (and their humans) gaining more understanding from each other as their bond grows. Some Pokemon are on a close level to humans, and some perhaps even more so, though this is not confirmed.

The "power of friendship" is a real force in her Pokemon world. The more love you have for your partners the stronger you and your team are, though of course training and strategy is also important. Building bonds with your Pokemon also allow both trainer and Pokemon to understand each other better.

Rarely, people can directly understand Pokemon as if they are speaking common language, but this is very rare and usually something they are born with. Usually, trainers and Pokemon can get a basic idea about what theyre communicating to each other once they know each other well, depending on individuals.

I have a whole post about how pokeballs and the box system works here , basically they give them a little mini enjoyable environment :D

Pokeballs will not work unless the Pokemon has at least a tiny bit of want to be captured. Masterballs are hugely frowned upon

There are no dogs or cats in universe. The words "dog" and "cat" (ect) are used just as descriptive terms for certain mons. Hopefully that makes sense?

My HCs are a combination of the anime, games and occasionally small bits of the manga, with the largest focus on games. I also mix in irl animal facts. Because I am the animal version of Shilo's encyclopedia.

Some things specifically about Muse:

Shilo will not use proper spelling/grammar and only uses capitalization for certain proper nouns to show respect. However, she will type properly when making her care guides. (if you wanna read those they're tagged under #pokemon headcanons iirc, the art is a bit... awkward and old tho. i wanna continue these but theyre a bit labor intensive!)

Shilo gives off odd vibes. Usually people get used to her. On the other hand, Pokemon are naturally drawn to her and tend to trust her. She is human tho. Mostly. As for the details, I hope to one day be good enough to reveal them well lmao.

While unable to directly translate, she is strangely good at being able to tell what a Pokemon is trying to communicate.

Shilo is autistic as fuck and sometimes kinda annoying. Her special interest is Pokemon and she is basically a walking Pokedex.

Shilo's sanctuary is on a small unnamed island nearby Sinnoh. Technically it isn't a part of any region. She works there mainly alone (technically some of her Pokemon act as staff willingly). The facility itself is small but the island itself is large enough to comfortably fit many many Pokemon.

Shilo wants to befriend at least one of every single species of Pokemon. She knows this is unrealistic. She will try anyway.

Shilo has dissociative identity disorder, some anxiety issues, minor PTSD, and some major imposter syndrome (despite liking to say she's the best)

She's not very good at making people friends and her new Rotomblr friends are very novel to her.

About some side characters and Pokemon:

Her childhood was mildly traumatic, so she doesn't want to visit Unova again, but is happy to explore any other region, and often does.

she doesnt remember how old she is exactly but she's near her early to mid 20s

Alistair is her cranky roommate/helper who owes her a debt. He knows barely anything about Pokemon and they do not like him very much. He gets attacked a lot.

Rin is the first Pokemon Shilo befriended. She has a scar over her left eye due to Pokemon hunters when she was young. She is more powerful than the average Zoroark, and tends to hang out in human form so she can have human privileges. She cannot speak human regardless of her form.

Char the Charizard is a rescue due to being rejected as a Charmander for use as a starter since he cannot use fire type abilities.

Her Espeon and Umbreon (Morgan and Simon, respectively ((also both female despite their names)) ) are her very good emotional support mons.

[the-eclectic-fox]

Am I doing it right?

Been a while.

I was having a hard time posting things because my brain went “am I doing this right? Am I bothering people by using this wrong?” Yes, I was concerned that I was using Tumblr wrong. How TF do you use it wrong? In other news my anxiety has been through the roof for the past few months.

After the last convention it’s sadly time for a business reset. My formula was working for a while, not super great - but it worked. Well, last convention it stopped working. Usually my original art sells better than fanart, which is why I stopped doing fanart. Not this time, that’s pretty much all people were looking for. Prints don’t sell really well, which has been coming. To compete with that I have decided the only prints I will do are limited runs. From here on out any print will get a run of 5 and then no more. All prints will be marked with which of the series of 5 it is.

Stickers went great, so I started redoing the old stickers I still like and might start working on some new ones. But also, my neighbor at the con sold acrylic keychains and lanyards and recommended the site! So on top of stickers I might make lanyards to match designs.

Fan Art will be coming back. Mostly popular anime, just to see how it goes over, maybe make some cute/kinky keychains. I’m excited to come up with lanyard patters for some reason, I already have a few ideas to match them up to the LGBTQ dice stickers.

My system is still trying to bounce back from the convention (joys of being chronically ill), even my voice is STILL scratchy. I wasn’t sick, it was a weird combination of dry hotel (I woke up every hour or so to get a drink), cold arena, dusty arena, going from super cold arena to 33degree weather, then out to my parents with 2 cats and a dog and 3 smokers in one place. When I got home I had NO voice, but I had no other symptoms. Oh, and since it’s spring - that means allergies and I get an allergy cough and runny nose! I’m still scratchy and sniffly. Once my voice is back I will be getting back to streaming, but I’m basically glued to my (new super cute) water bottle, so streaming isn’t on the books yet.

I also have big plans for my website (theeclecticfox.squarespace.com), which I was starting to work on today but my printer rebelled so I have to let it sit for a day or so and dry out. Apparently this model of printer has one issue straight across the board. God damn sponge. There is a sponge inside you have to repeatedly get updated and repaired cause it absorbs too much ink and then just started fucking up prints. This is definitely going to slow down a LOT of work (prints, stickers, website update, etc) and that does frustrate the hell out of me.

So, if I’m irritating and using Tumblr wrong ...sorry?