#it's looking better now that it's more completed i think i feel ... o k a y

[tidepoolalgae]

Got to a decent stopping point on my sunflowers/dragonflies quilt... Now I can go back to trying to finish the braided one which I've been meaning to do for weeks

[savanir]

The What Corps?

“we have you now spook! there is nowhere you can run and hide with our new spectral tethers active!”

Danny winces at the small metal clips that have hooked themselves in his leg, some new GIW tech that is messing with his powers.

“oh yeah? I was just dying for you guys to give me a challenge” plan. plan. He's gotta think of a plan to get out of here and fast. He takes a steadying breath and starts to look for anything that can help him.

he can’t get caught here. He just can't. He simply won’t allow himself.

suddenly the two GIW goons in front of him click their earpieces to clearly listen to what someone else is telling them, Danny is very glad for his own enhanced senses.

“Operatives K and O, be advised, there have been sightings of a new ectoplasmic entity near your location. Other operatives report that it’s incredibly small and moves fast. watch your backs, this may be an ambush”

small and fast? it better not be some poor little blob ghost, Danny sort of hopes it’s some manner of ectowasp, at least that could be entertaining to see.

“you better not be hoping for back up, ecto scum”

“I have no idea what you are talking about”

It's then that a small bright green light zips on scene and weaves through crowds in the distance with ease and then speeds up towards the two operatives who do not hesitate to shoot, missing completely like the storm troopers they are.

Whatever it is, it is indeed going very fast but Danny manages to figure out what it looks like and it appears to be a… ring?

“hold it you tiny accessory shaped ecto fiend!”

The ring does a speedy circle around Operative O while K is lining up a shot and ends up blasting the poor guy point blank in his face, “O!”

Danny takes a step forward with an arm outstretched and a “oh damn! Are you alright?” on his lips when the ring takes the chance to slip on his finger. “Daniel Fenton of Earth”

Danny already had a freakout about a ghost jewelry getting on him, his experiences with those so far have been incredibly bad after all, what with the rings and crowns and pendants… now this damn thing is just straight up outing him! 

Thank the ancients the two GIW stooges are too busy with each other right now to pay close attention to what this weird ring is saying.

“You have the ability to overcome great fear” ah so this is related to him steeling himself just now? Maybe? or something??

You have been chosen” never good, we are back to freaking out again.

“Welcome to the green lantern corps” 

… the what?

Danny notices that his usual outfit suddenly has more green going on, and his DP symbol has some sort of… he guess it’s supposed to be a lantern, maybe? shape around it.

He’s somehow even more glowy now, and there is something on his face. Feeling its shape makes him think it’s some sort of mask.

The metal clip things are no longer attached to his legs though so that’s great!

“You’re not getting away so easily ecto scum! sentient ghost paraphernalia coming to your rescue or no!” They both aim their weapons to take a shot.

Danny figures he can now easily hold them back with his usual shields,“you guys realize you just called this weird ring sentient and thereby negate the whole nonsentie-ack!”

“Attacking a corps lantern is punishable offense as of the instatement of the galactic diplomatic immunity as declared by the-” Okay so now Danny is just raising his eyebrow at this weird as fuck ring. Just what is it going on about?

“notifying nearby lanterns and requesting assistance with apprehension of hostiles”

what?

“getting your friends to help you out vile spook? such a thing is useless with the Blackout still very much in place”

Well… the two streaks of green light in the distance is making Danny doubt that statement.

Maybe there is more to this Lantern corps thing than he thought… And something tells him his life is about to get even more complicated than it already is.

[katswifey]

K. Bakugo x !afab reader! His s/o with a small chest. 🍒

Genre: Fluff + Slight nsfw mention + comfort ♡

Katsuki honestly never really noticed nor really cared about the size of your chest. He’s always been looking for someone with the same attitude as him. Someone who’s strong and pretty independent. But regardless he loves you for you! No questions asked. If he sees you being insecure about the size difference out of every other girl in class, you are in for a lecture..

“Y/n, you are so dumb. I don’t care what size your chest is. So stop whining about it.”

He’d huff at the end of these conversations more often than usual. But a lot of the time you’d find a reason to still be upset. (me fr)

“Katsuki, you don’t get it. Every girl in our class has these big boobs and it just makes me wonder if I’m even remotely attractive.”

Tears stained on your face. He’d sigh and pull you into a tight forceful hug.

“Your body is the last thing I’m worried about. All I want in a partner is you, regardless if you have a hot body or not. To me, your body is perfect anyways. lemme tell you right now. You are perfect Y/n, don’t let these thoughts or useless other people make you think otherwise, got it?”

As you hug him, you silently cry into his shirt and eventually look up at him and nod.

“I love your tits the way they are. I love everything about you, that’s a fact. No one should have an opinion anyways, and if they do the only opinion that matters is mine. I love the way they feel and look when I have my way with you.”

While blushing, you start to feel better overall. You still aren’t completely confident about your chest, but hearing what he had to say made you think so much more less bad about yourself.

“Thanks Kat, I’m sorry. I wish I was more comfortable and confident in my own skin but, it’ll get better I’m sure. I’m glad though you love me, for being me. I guess being less visually attractive has its own special benefits.”

You smiled feeling better, pulling away from his embrace wiping away tears. He nodded and kissed you on the lips.

“Mhm, I know I’m not the best with words or whatever. But I mean what I say you know. Even if it’s harsh or not. You the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.”

You looked at him with pure awe and just wanted to smother him with your unconditional love and affection. You dragged him to his dorm and you got into some pajamas, basically just short shorts and a baggy t-shirt of Katsuki. Both of you cuddled til the lights were out and both you were sound asleep.

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A/n: AAAAHH!!! First actual post!!!!! Feel free to leave me suggestions!!! This was super fun and I love to write!!! Give me some good scenarios!! 

[ronearoundblindly]

Kissing, lighting and sleepy sex for Hideout Steve and Reader?

I am not prepared. My feels...they shall be too deep and endless. I shall try anyway.

From this dirty ask game for this AU series where Nomad Steve lets motel-employee!Reader soothe his touch-starved body. Lawd, halp me, this is about to get crunk in a tooth-rotting, put-some-pillows-beneath-you you're-gonna-faint type o' way. [y'all can't tell I drank during the eclipse today, right? I'm subtle? Cool.] MINORS DNI.

K - Kissing

ACK My heart! Or rather, there is something deeply adoring for Steve when you kiss his chest, over his heart. It makes him feel just that much more like a person who lives in this world, who belongs in this world, who will return one day to this world...

His hands are also a big one--no, not just actually big hands, but important to show love to because he uses them for such violence. Each kiss is like a little touch of forgiveness for what he's done or had to do with those hands. He appreciates the trust it takes, too, to kiss his palms, when he could easily stop you breathing (sorry, that sounds dark, but Nomad was in a dark place, okay, bad things occur to him now).

Steve loves to kiss your stomach, and it might be somewhat taboo to say, but he has a touch of that crawl-back-home-for-safety comfort thing going on when he presses close and holds your center to him. It's not a mommy kink or roleplay, per se; he relishes the connectedness of being one and curling up against you is the only non-sexual way he knows how to achieve that--like in Chapter 3 when he falls asleep in that position.

As far as leaving marks though? Steve can emphatically say 'hell no,' not on purpose. Pain is a bit, meh, weird for him because he heals so quickly. He might not even notice if you did bite or bruise him. He certainly wouldn't see it in the morning. He does not in any way associate marks with love or affection since he only ever saw them on himself after fights or on women (including his Ma) after being abused.

That is not love to Steve.

It's control, it's dominance, it's inequality, and he fucking hates it.

L - Lighting

Steve entirely defers to you on whether there are actual lights on or off. He likes to use his senses to explore and enjoy you, so without light is fine. He's just here for you.

Steve does, however,--no spoilers for Chapter 5--like ambiance such as candles or something dim and colorful. He thinks you'd look unbelievably perfect beside a sparkling Christmas Tree. He hopes to celebrate (all holidays and birthdays and everything) openly with you some day. The sooner the better.

(Except, no audience for him making love to you under those twinkling lights, please. He's staunchly opposed to that sort of thing.)

S - Sleepy Sex

So, again, no spoilers for Chapter 5, but once Steve gets comfortable with oral sex he is comfortable with oral sex, if you catch my drift.

If he wakes up first, he's on you in some way, arms and legs draped over you, kissing any place he can get to, man-handling you just enough to start something he 100% will finish. He's just...uh god, so attentive.

With the super senses and being a fugitive though, it's not often that you can wake up before him, truly, which limits or completely removes the ability to surprise him with a blowjob, but he will dreamily let you roam wherever your mouth and hands take you. As long as there's lots of contact. As much as possible really. Like lay your arms across his thighs and abs while playing with him. Maybe put your body over one of his legs and ride his foot if you need to. He must feel attached in some way. Cold, distant, or separated does not do it for him.

Here's my absolute, I-will-die, favorite thing about Hideout Steve though: when he's tired/fatigued/worn out/sleepy, he gets louder.

Much. Much. Louder, babes.

No cursing, mostly, but all the moans and groans and whining are totally dialed up. And I don't know about y'all, but I can't really think of anything fucking sexier than Nomad Steve screaming that he's gonna come.

🥵

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Here lies Ro in a puddle. She made up a man she wants and will never have.

[Main Masterlist; Hideout Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[exhaslo]

Could you do part 2 of bully Miguel? He caught s/o being bullied my eddie alone, and miguel save s/o! Don't forget to take your time to write! I appreciate all your writing!

Sure!!! And thank you for your patience! I went into a mini hiatus to try and catch up to my backlog and it was well worth the break!!

Part 1

Warning: Mentions of abuse, bullying, loneliness, fluff, handsy, touch starved

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The feeling of your body pressed against Miguel's was memorizing. These little touch starved relief sessions had become normal for both you and Miguel. If anyone saw, they would assume that the two of you were already a couple.

It had been a month since you and Miguel had gotten handsy with each other. Miguel's bullying had lessen. Instead of trying to bring tears to your eyes, he sought more of your adorable smile. Miguel wanted to be rewarded with more of your hesitant touches.

Now, Miguel was just struggling with trying to win your heart. He wanted more. Miguel wanted a full relationship with you. He already had a glimpse of how your past was and felt like he already ruined his chances...But at the same time, he still felt like he had a chance.

Why else would you be so handsy with him?

Miguel had to have a chance. He just needed to find the right time to woo you over.

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This was nerve racking. You were sitting alone in your little office, biting your nail as you felt your muscles tense. The stress of work was being piled on top of you as all of your coworkers dumped their shit onto you.

You needed to relax.

You needed to be next to Miguel.

It was strange. Miguel, who used to bully you so much, was now your source of comfort. He helped you feel full. You weren't lonely when you beside him. That, and you really enjoyed his warmth and touch. Miguel made you feel so complete.

But you knew that you couldn't rely on him so much.

Slumping in your seat, you let out a heavy sigh. You wanted to run to Miguel's office and squeeze a hug from him. To touch his face, stroke his chest and squeeze his forearm.

Ugh, Miguel was fine!

You decided to go for a walk, since you felt your cheeks heating up. Miguel was hot and popular. He admitted to bullying you because he liked you, but that should not be a good reason to want to date him. You needed to find a better reason.

As you walked around Alchemax, you couldn't help but think of Miguel. Looking at the time, you instantly knew that you were going to be stuck with overtime. Might as well leave to get a cup of coffee to keep you up.

"Keep up the hard work, (Y/N)!" One of your co-workers snickered as they left for the day.

"Asshole," You whispered.

It wasn't fair how easily you were to get picked on. You wanted to tell them off, but you didn't have the heart. Tears would always roll down your cheeks just from the thought of talking back to them. You hated this. You really hated this feeling.

"Maybe...I should just quit?"

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Miguel grunted lowly as he clocked out for the day. You hadn't come see him at all today. Miguel needed his dose of you. To have his arms wrapped around your body. To have you in his embrace as you shyly touched him.

It was frustrating!

What was so important that you couldn't relieve Miguel of this pain? Growling in annoyance, Miguel noticed everyone avoid him. What good was having you to himself, if he couldn't fully have you?

As Miguel stepped out of the elevator, he heard your name being called. His eyes sparkled as he watched you slump and hurry out of the building. You hadn't clocked out for the day, Miguel had been waiting for you...

"Aye, not again." Miguel sighed softly.

Deciding to follow you, Miguel wanted to make sure you were really okay. This wasn't the first time you got stuck with extra work from your coworkers. Miguel had tried to get you to say no. Miguel was the only one who could bother you.

Staying a far distance away, Miguel chuckled to himself as he watched you. By now, he knew your antics. You were probably muttering to yourself about how much you hate your coworkers. It was cute. Miguel wished he could just gobble you up.

Watching you enter a coffee shop, Miguel smiled as he stayed across the street. He didn't want to cross the line with you, not again. Miguel wanted you to be the one to come to him.

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"Thank you," You hummed, receiving your medium coffee.

Your nerves were acting up. You felt like someone was following you. At least you were heading back to work and not your home, then you would really get scared. Taking a small sip of your drink, you sighed softly as you prepared to leave.

"I wish Miguel was still working..."

"That your new boyfriend?" Eddie spat, causing you to flinch, "Don't make a scene or it won't end well for you." He hissed in your ear.

"G-Go...a-away." You stuttered, shaking like a leaf. Eddie snorted as he walked you out of the coffee shop,

"Not yet."

You whimpered as Eddie forced you to follow him. His grip tight around you, leading you to a nearby alleyway. Tears were already rolling down your cheeks as you quietly begged for help. Eddie was not going to just talk to you.

He was going to do much worse.

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Miguel had turned around for just a second. His nostrils flared once he saw Eddie drag you around the corner. How dare that insect appear again? Did he think you were an easy target without Miguel around? How wrong he was!

Dashing across the street, Miguel risked being hit by a car. Ignoring the honks and yelling, Miguel fasten his pace. He needed to get to you. You needed his help.

"S-Stop! Leave me alone!" You cried out.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?! A little slut like you-"

"Back off!"

Miguel roared as he punched Eddie down a few feet. Miguel was furious. His heart was racing as he saw you crying with hot coffee spilled over your clothes.

"M-Miguel!" You sobbed, running to him.

Miguel opened his arms, holding you in his embrace as he glared towards Eddie. Eddie was knocked out. One punch alone was enough to teach him a lesson.

Miguel inhaled deeply as he started to calm down. You needed him. Tightening his embrace around you, Miguel felt at ease. He needed you in his arms, but his feelings weren't important right now.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)? Are you hurt? How hot was your coffee?" Miguel asked, wiping your tears away.

"Hick....wah....I-It burns....r-really bad," You sobbed, gripping onto Miguel's shirt.

"Let me take you to the hospital." Miguel sighed, picking you up.

"T-Thank you, Miggy. T-Thank you."

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You were still whimpering as the doctors finished patching you up. Luckily it was only a small burn, but the mark was going to be there for a while. Once you were wrapped up, Miguel was allowed back inside the room.

"Miggy," You whispered, rubbing your eyes.

"Let me," Miguel sighed as he wiped your tears away, "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. You wouldn't have gotten hurt if I did."

"B-But you still came," You smiled softly, grabbing his hand, "Thank you...so...so much."

"(Y/N), please, I know I've bullied you before...but let me help you from now on." Miguel pulled you into a hug, inhaling deeply.

"Miggy," You smiled.

Ah, you needed this. Miguel felt so warm and comfortable. You knew you shouldn't rely on Miguel, but you needed this. Closing your eyes, you smiled and cooed to the comfort. You didn't want to let go of Miguel.

"Hey...Miguel...C-Can I ask...you something...important?" You winced as Miguel slowly let go of you, "I know...this will be weird, but...can...can I go on a date...with you?"

Miguel's smile was almost radiant. His hands slowly cupped your cheeks as he brought you in for a kiss.

"Of course."

Eventually, the doctors had to come in and separate the two of you. Miguel was getting a little too handsy despite your wound.

But you didn't mind.

You weren't going to be lonely anymore.

Because Miguel was with you.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

@drought21

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello love 🖤

Can I request an a-z fluffy hc for our big man Tangerine?

hii luv!! ARFG OFC OFC!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌 ps. that pic🫠

SFW ALPHABET

tangerine x implied female reader, 1.4k words

found lots of different templates, so I combined parts as wasn't sure

A = attractive (what do they find attractive about their partner?)

physically: feel like he's the kinda guy to like eyes. he's big on eye contact, so loves to look into your pretty eyes

mentally: I think he ironically likes morally good people. ones that are honest, selfless, kind. someone who has a good heart

B = baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)

I think yes, eventually, but because of work, there never seems to be the right time. if it happens, it happens. if it doesn't, it doesn't. but I don't think he's one to plan for one

C = cuddle (how do they like to cuddle?)

im thinking the ones when he leaves for work are his favourite. where you'd be standing by the door, arms wrapped around his middle, face in the crook of his neck, holding him tight. similarly, ones when he returns home and you're just so happy to see him

D = dreams (how do they picture their future with their S/O?)

I think the whole lot - married, kids, move somewhere when kids move out or when retire, then grow old and pruney together 

E = emotions (are they open with their emotions?)

absolutely not, but he tries. he tells you he loves you and how special you are etc, but doesn't often share things bothering him or on his mind - he tends to keep that part separate

F = feelings (when did they know they’re in love?)

I think probably very early on. maybe when he realised you could keep up with him and play along with his humour. or that you could see through him right away and not be afraid of him

G = gratitude (how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

yes, beyond grateful!! appreciates everything you do at home to keep things running smoothly when he's away. loves your cooking, appreciates how you love and care for him. he tells you often with words, also with gifts

H = honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

frankly, I think he keeps lots hidden/ doesn't share the whole truth about things. definitely minimises them too - "only a scrape," and he got shot in the arm. he does it so he doesn't scare you or fill you with dread. but he definitely tries to be more open

I = injury (how would they react if you got hurt?)

if someone hurt you? immediate death. not even a logical thought in his brain (won't actually (well...) kill them, but would have a strong desire to) if you hurt yourself he's tell you to be more careful and would help patch yourself up

J = jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they deal with it)

HA HA yes. absolutely. he's gotten better at handling it tho!! bc he now knows that he takes you home at night, not some minger at a bar. he def tries to intimidate the person talking to/ hitting on you and stares them down til they take the hint and back off

K = kiss (how do they kiss you? how do they like to be kissed?)

im thinking slow and sloppy. again ones when you say goodbye (or when he returns home) ones that are filled with love

L = love (who says ‘I love you’ first?)

I think maybe you. he's loved you long before you admitted it, but he's not into getting rejected so he makes sure you feel the same way first (even though it's obvious you do)

M = memory (what’s their favorite memory together?)

when you first started dating and you surprised him at the airport to pick him up. just seeing your cute pretty face light up with love when you spot him

N = nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

you kidding??? baby, you're getting EVERYTHING you could ever want

O = on cloud nine (what are they like when they’re in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their feelings?)

completely smitten!! although he tries to keep your love life private, that face he makes when he's looking at you definitely gives it away. gets heart eyes, bc I say so

P = pet names (what pet names do they use?)

the best kinds. darling, love, honey, sweetheart, but not every syllable/ letter is pronounced bc his cockney accent - so like darling, with no g. it's an english thing so he says them all the time to everyone, but he has special ones that he only says to you or ways that he says them to just you - so they’re special

Q = questions (what are the questions they’re always asking?)

"im at the shop, do you want anything?" "where do you wanna go for dinner?" but he's not really one to ask philosophical questions

R = rainy day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

this is sfw so can't say what I usually would. but probs just movies on the sofa. maybe shared naps on the couch, or doing your own things in the same space - you reading, him filling out stuff on his laptop

S = support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?)

very very supportive. for you only, he's a great hypeman. encourages and pushes you along when you get stuck

T = talking (what do they like to talk about?)

I honestly don't think he enjoys talking that much. he's quite quiet and it can be comforting BUT.. again, he's english so complains about the shitty government all the time. idc if this is self-indulgent, but he hates the tories so he gets passionate about politics (absolutely no way that man is right wing)

U = understanding (how well do they know their partner? are they empathetic?)

he's the kind of person who listens when you don't think they are - he keeps catalogues of information about you in his brain, like your favourite childhood movie, your least favourite smell, all these simple facts about you - he remembers. he knows you better than you know yourself, so I do think he has a deep understanding of his partner. he's not necessarily empathetic all the time, but he has his moments where he is the sweetest

V = value (how important is the relationship to them? what is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

nothing else can or will ever compete or compare. you'd be the singularly most important thing to him, end of. he cares about his work and money ig, but when it comes down to the very core of it, none of that really matters

W = wedding (when, where, and how do they propose?)

I think both the proposal and wedding would be somewhere remote, quiet and intimate - somewhere that has meaning to you both. thinking late summer/ early autumn (he doesn't like the heat, so when it cools down)  

X = XOXO (how affectionate are they? in public/in private)

he's not one for pda but at the same time, he likes people knowing you're his - so a hand on your knee/ thigh, a hand around your waist, sitting close to you. not a fan of making out in public, but doesn't refrain from a quick kiss here and there if he really can't help himself

but in private..?? he's all over you. kisses, lingering touches on your back when he walks past, hugs you from behind when you're doing bits around the house

Y = yearning (how well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

not good. he gets all mopey when he doesn't see you for a while, but can't let that get in the way of work, so when he's back at the hotel or car or somewhere safe he sends you a text, asking how you are, what you're up to. he just hates being apart from you

Z = zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

dude, he will literally kill and die for you

would rather choke than admit he is wrong - but at the root of it, he is willing to confess to mistakes if things were to ever get too far

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[shinestarhwaa]

SEONGHWA NSFW ALPHABET

A - Aftercare (how is he after sex)

Seonghwa is super caring and will make sure everything's okay and he'll probably ask a thousand times bc that's the sweetheart he is.

B- Bodypart (his favourite bodypart on you)

This man is obsessed with your chest. Male/female doesn't matter, he loves your chest.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

Oh he loves to cum inside you and fill you up cuz it makes the breeding kink go BRRRR.

D - Dirty secret (his dirty secret)

He gets aroused when he sees the crowd simping for him, especially you in the crowd. He knows he looks hot, he knows you think he looks hot and he knows what's gonna happen when he gets off stage.

E - Experience (how experienced is he?)

I think he doesn't have a high bodycount, but he's got a lot of experience with those people, I see him as a person with a higher libido and he might feel adventurous and try stuff out.

F - Favourite position

This man loves missionary because it's romantic and he can see your facial expressions (and your chest).

G - Goofy (how he acts in the moment?)

I don't think he's very goofy during the act but he might be a little giggly sometimes, especially after drinking.

H - Hair (how groomed is he?)

He's either completely shaved or super neatly trimmed bc this man takes his pubic hygene SUPER SERIOUS.

I - Intimacy (how passionate is he?)

He is so passionate, he loves intimacy. For Seonghwa intimacy is already the feeling of holding someone close, holding someone's hand, cuddling naked etc.

J - Jack off (how often does he masturbate?)

Okay but have we all seen the tissues beside his bed in his Live's? LOL. No I think he masturbates quite often, he might get a little needy sometimes.

K - Kink

BREEDING KINK GO BRRR. He loves the idea of breeding someone, cumming inside someone. Doesn't matter if he doms or subs, he's going crazy for it either way.

L - Location (what's his favourite place to have sex?)

Seonghwa will probably prefer the bedroom the most but might also enjoy the bathroom every now and then. But he likes clean places so he'll just prefer the bedroom mostly.

M - Motivation (what keeps him going?)

PRAISESSS. I think if you praise him while he eats you out for example he will go nuts and only try to perform better for you.

N - NO (what is a no-go for him/turn-offs?)

Besides a little occasional spanking he will NOT hit you, especially in the face. He will be playful and he might joke about it but actually slapping you while he fucks you? No. No no no.

O - Oral (giving or receiving, skill etc.)

Seonghwa is more of a giver, especially when it comes to oral. We know about his tongue right?👀

P - Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

It depends I think? I think he could do both, it just depends on if the mood is more romantic or a I-have-to-have-you-now kind of thing

Q - Quickie (their opinion on quickies)

For actual sex he's not into quickies bc he really likes to take his time, but for some foreplay he's always down.

R - Risk (experiments, taking risks etc.)

I think he's not super risky but he might give in anyway if you wanna be risky. He is likely to be experimental though.

S - Stamina (how long does he last?)

Seonghwa can last quite long, at least for 2-3 rounds. He likes to take his time and after round 1 he might start with oral again so that gives him time to gain some strength and energy again.

T - Toys (do they own toys? does he use them with his partner or himself?)

I think he definitely uses toys on himself, with a partner maybe sometimes but he prefers to do it without any tools.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

I think if he's feeling confident and sexy he's definitely a tease. He'll wear sexy clothing, give glances and bite his lip.

V - Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

Okay but I think Seonghwa is pretty vocal actually. He will whimper, whine, moan and scream for you if he feels really good (I'm literally weak at the thought of it omg).

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

Your legs are spread as you're seated on the edge of the bed. Seonghwa's between your legs, absolutely ravishing you, licking and sucking and going feral while you keep praising him, hands tangled in his hair.

X - X-Ray (what's going on in them pants?)

I think Seonghwa is a bit above average. More length than girth tho I think? Seonghwa's the type to have a seriously pretty cock.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sexdrive?)

His sexdrive can be quite intense, sometimes he can go for hours. He's just like monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday sunday seven days a week.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

Will stay up to take care of you and will only fall asleep when you do<3.

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[peachesofteal]

So hiiii this is 🫔 Anon once more! I'm glad the A/B/O angst was a hit and here I bring more angsty thoughts

So Dead Disco AU where Darling is pregnant but this time nothing bad happens!

You're pregnant and despite not being able to have your meds, the guys and and you manage around it. Picture them randomly kissing Darling's forehead in passing and Simon listening to the baby's heartbeat when he has insomnia. Pampering you: rubbing your feet when they're achy and swollen, standing right behind you, carefully lifting your belly, relieving some of the pressure on your back. Running for late night snacks because you're craving pickles and cheese. Telling (and showing) you how gorgeous and hot you are because you are feeling insecure once you start to show. On base, right beside Darling's photograph in their quarters there's also the picture of an ultrasound that's replaced whenever you have a new appointment with the doctor.

Everything's fine. You're just two weeks away from giving birth and this is the last op before they use all their saved up leave to care for you and the baby. You can still remember how happy you felt watching Johnny paint the nursery in green, while Simon assembled the furniture. You giggled at the thought of Simon collecting every plushie he saw that ended up on the dresser. Or Johnny thinking about every possible name for the baby.

Everything's fine, your obgyn has the team for the birth ready, you already have a bag ready to leave for the hospital. You're just waiting for Simon and Johnny to return.

And then. Someone knocks at your door, early in the morning. Something dreadful sits in the pit of your stomach because who the hell would knock on your door so early, but you try to convince yourself the guys forgot their keys. You try.

But then, when you open your door to John Price standing there with a mournful look on his face, you can only comprehend few words in between the ringing on your ears:

... Simon... MIA... rescuing... Johnny... MIA

Hope you're having a good day Peach, k now I'll go, byeeee

– 🫔 Anon, currently running away from the scene

🏃🏃🏃

I have absolutely zero bandwidth to write anything for this right now and I’m pretty sad about it. However I would hate to deprive everyone else of 🫔 anon’s incredible brain, so please enjoy this beautiful suffering.

Okay I lied a little, I have some bandwidth I guess. A tiny amount.

I just think about Price being the one to have to deliver the news. Your knees buckle and he catches you, trying to hold you while you completely lose it, sobbing into his starched uniform about how he better be lying, and how could he let your guys go missing, and why isn’t he out there right now looking for them. The stress triggers early labor, and then you’re fully panicking, terrified of having to do this without them, while also being terrified they’re never coming back.

Maybe they do.

Maybe only one of them does.

Maybe they don’t.

[grandparomeaskblog]

Questionlist for Hetalia Character Blogs

Please send at least one number, one emoji and one letter to the person you reblogged this from.

Live (past & present)

1. How are you?

2. What is your entire name and what does it mean?

3. What age do you get mistaken for?

4. What do you do if you can't sleep?

5. Are you a good cook?

6. How does your office/workspace look like?

7. What is your greatest strenght?

8. Do you have any bad habits?

9. Do you ever want to escape society for a while?

10. What small things makes you happy?

11. What's your earliest memory?

12. During your life, what has been one of the most interesting time periods?

13. Have you ever considered (or looked for) ways to end your immortality?

14. How do you deal with avoiding suspicion while living forever?

15. Do you ever have trouble with new technology?

16. What is one (or more) inventions you’re thankful exist in your current time?

17. What is a thing most people don’t know about you, but should.

18. What was one of the hardest moments in your life

19. What's something you’re currently worrying about?

20. What’s one quality you would like to have?

21. What car would you pick if it was completely free?

22. What would make you drop a school/quit a job?

23. Share a memory of a historical event/change of importance you’ve witnessed.

24. When did you first met another immortal?

Love (relationships/family)

🤠Name three things that you value in other nations

💞How much public display of affection is ok to you

💔How do you handle rejection or unrequited love?

❤️‍🔥Have you ever questioned your sexuality?

🥳Do you have children?

😻Has a partner ever changed your mind on children?

👽Do you create bonds with mortals or avoid getting attached?

👻Do you still think about ordinairy people you knew years, even centuries, ago?

💪What would you say is your best quality?

💋Who was your first kiss with?

💌Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

💥Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

🤔What do you say to new parents with an 'ugly' baby

😡A compliment do you give to people you hate?

🥰What’s the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

🫡How long was your longest romantic relationship?

😅Have you ever cheated on someone?

🤐What’s the most annoying thing about someone you love?

🤣Pick three nations: murder, marry, mate

🥸Favorite thing to do with friends?

🤮Someone you regret meeting?

Laugh (hobbies/interests)

A. how do you feel about camping?

B. what do you do to relax?

C. Do you like dancing?

D. What genre of music do you like?

E. What is the most illegal thing you have done?

F. Name one thing that never gets old or loses its charm for you.

G. Name something you are working on right now.

H. Share something about yourself others might think is weird.

I. Share a song that takes you to a certain memory in the past.

J. What’s something you can see yourself going to jail for?

K. Which element on the Periodic Table would you be?

L. What’s more important to you: strength of the body or strength of the mind?

M. If you were chosen president, what's the first thing that you would you change for the better?

N. What do you enjoy watching on the television?

O. What is a gift you love receiving?

[weatheringfeelingsvn]

Can I request you do a nsfw alphabet for the therapists?

And maybe one for Miguel but separately cause I’m still mad at him

NSFW Below~

SONNIG’s

A = Aftercare: Is probably the one that will need the most aftercare but he will always prioritize you instead; how you view him, what you need. Even as he is experiencing sub drops, he will reassure you that he's fine. You gotta be a lil forceful with him to take care of him.

B = Body part: He will never admit this but he likes his arms. He worked hard for their muscle definition. He will explode if you admire them too. On you, he loves your hands. He thinks they’re pretty and they do magical things to him when you touch him.

C = Cum: It tastes like lemongrass tea :]

D = Dirty Secret: He’ll try anything you’re into, even if he tries to act like he won’t.

E = Experience: He’s only dated twice before, and they were pretty vanilla. Everything he’s doing with you is new to him.

F = Favorite Position: When you ride him or fuck him from above. Giddyup cowgirl/boy/person.

G = Goofy: With flirting and foreplay, it can be a little silly, he wants to start it off light! Once you get really into it though, he normally doesn’t have the concentration to crack a joke. 

H = Hair: He started off casually trimming because he was self conscious about it.… but then he started completely shaving… 

I = Intimacy: He craves it. Any touch you grant him is something that he wants, whether that touch be harsh or soothing, he just wants to be close. 

J = Jack off: Since he’s met you, he feels shame jacking off because you’re what he’s thinking of now. To sort of balance it out in his head, he also does some weird little rituals like ‘If I do this humiliating thing or feel this level of pain, it makes it a little more okay.’

K = Kink: He thinks he’s being lowkey with his submissive masochism kink. He’s not. He yearns to be dommed, degraded, taken care of. To be used.

L = Location: He feels safest in his bedroom with his dog tucked away safely elsewhere. He would die if Zodiac ever walked in on him. He’s not opposed to your teases in public, though. He likes the thrill… but only with you.

M = Motivation: Being completely at your beck and call.

N = No: No scat or excessive bodily harm. 

O = Oral: He’d happily please you. He’s a little experienced but he could always learn to do better.

P = Pace: He’ll follow whatever you’re feeling like that day, if you want to fuck him hard or edge him slowly.

Q = Quickie: You are literally the only person that could convince him of having a quickie outside of his home with just a look. You break down his barriers.

R = Risk: He is putty in your hands, you can screw him up pretty good. Whatever risky behaviors you wanna partake in, he’s gonna excitedly oblige.

S = Stamina: An amazing amount! He can go on for however long you want!

T = Toys: He has a few that he’s bought to experiment with. He’s open to more if that’s what you want.

U = Unfair: Likes to be the one that is teased. Can be edged for a long time if you so choose ;] He will beg the whole time.

V = Volume: He’s very responsive and with enough encouragement, he will allow himself to shed his shame and get loud.

W = Wild Card: He will probably tear up during sex. Whether because you’re doing him softly or sadistically, you will be seeing a lot of him crying.

X = X-ray: He has a toned physique and a long dick. 

Y = Yearning: He’s always down bad to have you mess with him anywhere anytime.

Z = Zzzz: He falls asleep pretty fast while he is wrapped around you. He enjoys being the smaller spoon, despite being so big.

YU:

A = Aftercare: Very used to taking care of his partner. Knows exactly what you need, he has it all prepared, you never have to worry about it.

B = Body part: He’s proud of how adept he is with his hands and tongue. He’s an assman.

C = Cum: It tastes like chamomile tea. :]

D = Dirty Secret: He tried bottoming when he was younger and in a bad time of his life. He refuses to do so again.

E = Experience: He is the most experienced and he’s pretty proud of it.

F = Favorite Position: Doggystyle, usually with your arms tied behind your back going at his preferred pace.

G = Goofy: If you laugh, he’ll punish you. It makes for a great opportunity to be a brat to him.

H = Hair: He likes to trim his hair himself and shapes it. 

I = Intimacy: He can be pretty romantic when he feels that you’ve earned it.

J = Jack off: He doesn’t do it often. He’d usually find a partner before he met you, now you get to be his fleshlight.

K = Kink: VERY into marking and letting other people know that you belong to him without outright stating so. It’s a mind game he’s fond of.

L = Location: He has his own special room for certain activities, but practically anywhere in his house is free reign. Anywhere other than the kitchen because he doesn’t want to have to sanitize the counters… 

M = Motivation: Knowing that he’s the center of your universe when you do it.

N = No: No scat or excessive bodily harm. 

O = Oral: He will eat you out like there’s no tomorrow. He enjoys making you squirm so he’ll take his time.

P = Pace: He’ll keep the pace to whatever the mood feels like. He can do both fast and slow.

Q = Quickie: He’s the king of quickies. He’s pretty good at getting down to business, finishing you up, and cleaning up fast.

R = Risk: He’ll take calculated risks whenever he feels like it.

S = Stamina: He might not have the best stamina but if he doesn’t tire you out, he always finds a way to keep going.

T = Toys: He enjoys including toys and has quite the collection.

U = Unfair: He loves teasing you. He will metaphorically ~~and physically~~ keep yanking at your chain just because he feels like it. If you try to do the same, you’ll get punished (or rewarded depending on how you look at it).

V = Volume: He’s pretty quiet when he’s not taunting or praising you. The most you’ll get out of him are a few grunts and heavy breaths.

W = Wild Card: 

X = X-ray: He’s a pretty average guy but he makes up for it in skill. Short king shit.

Y = Yearning: He has a moderate and controlled libido, but he loves making you flustered so when he sees the chance, he’ll take it.

Z = Zzzz: He’s a night owl. He’ll stay up, but if you want him to, he’ll stay in bed and pet your head until you fall asleep.

A = Aftercare: He’s new to all this, he will need a lot of guidance but he is very eager to fret over you.

Nubloso

B = Body part: He loves your tummy. He just wants to lay on you and hold you close. He honestly really likes his chest. It’s something soft that you can both enjoy!

C = Cum: It tastes like a subtle peppermint tea :]

D = Dirty Secret: If you gave him the chance, he would love to watch you pleasure yourself as both a learning experience to see what you enjoy the most and to just take the chance and focus completely on how you look in the moment. 

E = Experience: He only had experience with his hand before you came along.

F = Favorite Position: Good ol’ fashioned missionary, both for receiving and giving. He loves looking at you and holding you.

G = Goofy: He doesn’t try to be goofy, but he babbles so much during sex that sometimes it just happens 

H = Hair: Full natural. 

I = Intimacy: Inject it into his VEINS, he wants it all!! He’ll spout the corniest shit about how much he adores you and sometimes pause just to look at you with a dopey grin. He’s so in love.

J = Jack off: Quite a lot to be frank. He has a lot of pent up feelings and it’s a good method for self care.

K = Kink: He’s got the biggest breeding kink, he likes the fantasy of creating something new together and starting a family with you. If you’re not comfortable with it, he’ll keep it to himself, he doesn’t want to freak you out. 

L = Location: Here, there, anywhere. Bend you over in the office, lay himself across the couch, kitchens are free reign. Anywhere you are, it has absolutely crossed his mind. 

M = Motivation: Anything can get him started, really. Hearing your voice, being in your vicinity, smelling you, even just looking at you. This is his first time feeling so intensely about a person, he can’t control his reaction.

N = No: No scat or excessive bodily harm. 

O = Oral: You really gotta teach him what to do. He will enjoy learning!

P = Pace: You being his first, he goes pretty hard and fast like a rabbit. He has to learn to take things slow.

Q = Quickie: He’d love to have them as often as he can with you.

R = Risk: He likes controlled risky situations, like doing it in his office after he makes sure the door is locked. He likes the fantasy of showing people that you are his, but he’d actually rather not have anyone eyeing you.

S = Stamina: He’s a noob, he goes until he tires himself out so it can wildly range.

T = Toys: He’s open to them if you like them, but he kinda prefers going without (other than the strap, he loves it if you use it).

U = Unfair: He does his best to tease you to get a reaction out of you. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but he won’t give up.

V = Volume: He’s pretty talkative during sex. He does a lot of dirty talking when he gets lost in the moment.

W = Wild Card: 

X = X-ray: He’s got a soft physique with a thick dick.

Y = Yearning: He’s always yearning for you. His sex drive is crazy.

Z = Zzzz: He takes a while to sleep because he enjoys your presence too much. He’ll snuggle you and daydream about you as he feels you falling asleep. 

[squadxx4392]

Analyzing 'Just Look My Way - Stolas' Lament' - Complete Version

So we all know that Stolas from Helluva Boss is very, very much in love with Blitzo(The 'o' is silent, so pronounced as 'Blitz').

However, throughout the series, Blitzo seems to be oblivious. An example of this is stated in the Helluva Boss series, "Hey! Stolas only cares about having a rugged peasant raw-dog him into his mattress, it's nothing.. y'know.. it's nothing else(Season Two, Episode Six, 10:12-10:20)."

Now, shortly after another episode of the series came out, season two episode seven, to be exact, a music video came out. It was a song for Stolas which, in the first minute, everyone could tell it was indefinitely about Blitzo.

The beginning of the music video starts with Stolas receiving an Asmodean Crystal from Asmodeous, the Sin of Lust, which Stolas had asked for in the sixth episode of season two, "...he needs to access the mortal realm to carry out his work. I know your demons are some of the only ones who can traverse freely and legally. I was wondering if you could help me find a way he could, too?(Season Two, Episode Six, 7:33-7:46)."

Throughout the music video, Blitzo is being compared to the full moon, which, as per an agreement the two made in the very first episode of the series, is a reference to their full moon contract.

Basically, their 'unspoken contract', as Stolas put it, is Blitzo gets to use Stolas' grimoire for his work, and because Stolas requires it to finish his duties with the Goetia family, they have a once monthly meeting on the full moon, where Stolas collects the grimoire and they have a night of 'passionate fornication'.

This is what makes Blitzo think of Stolas as a prick who doesn't want anything more than sex from him. This was stated in season one episode seven of the show, "Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but you wanting me to f**k you, okay? You make that really clear all the time(Season One, Episode Seven, 14:36-14:43)." And this was what Stolas has realized what Blitzo thought of their relationship.

And so, in an effort to prove Stolas truly loves him and truly cares about more than sex, he is going to attempt to give Blitzo the crystal so he isn't made to associate with Stolas as he wouldn't require the grimoire to travel to Earth.

Now, back to the music video, which is what this analysis is truly about. We are going to be analyzing the lyrics of the song, and the meanings behind them.

After Stolas starts singing, he sings, "I am a guardian/a watcher of these ancient rites/yet I find myself drawn from that path/on those dazzling moonlit nights(Just Look My Way - Stolas' Lament, 0:30-0:46)." This is a reference to the full moon escapades he and Blitzo have.

"Let me hold you/Keep you close to me/I long to hear your voice/But dearest/I know better now/I must give you this choice(Just Look My Way - Stolas' Lament, 0:46-1:01)." Stolas is realizing he can't make Blitzo do something he doesn't want to do, so he's saying the choice is his to make, as it is. And he wants to be able to be close to his lover but he can't because Blitzo is just pushing him away.

"I can give you everything you need/Or do you want to hear me plead/Just look my way/Just look my way/Is there something more that I don't know/That you won't say 'til we've both grown cold/Just say 'please stay'/Look my way(Just Look My Way - Stolas' Lament, 1:02-1:33)." Through these lyrics, Stolas shows how much he truly cares about Blitzo. He is willing to plead with the Imp to show him how much he cares about him.

"This unspoken contract/A deed we forged for mutual gain/If that's all this was when you're not here/What is this rooted pain?/I don't care that you're of lower station/Or primed to sate my dark temptations/Why can't you understand?/Let me explain(Just Look My Way - Stolas' Lament, 1:36-2:07)." Stolas is shown to be in love, it's shown to be more obvious as he is directly addressing Blitzo with his feelings, even if he's not talking to Blitzo while he's saying it. The symbolism isn't as exaggerated as it was before the lyrics.

"And I'm terrified/As I cry/To make these feelings true/What's left for me/And my broken heart/If I cannot have you(Just Look My Way, 2:08-2:22)." Stolas is very obviously upset at the fact Blitzo does not seem to want him back in a romantic, and really even a sensual, sense, even though there were some notable instances where it is very obviously not true. In Helluva Boss' sixth episode of season two, Blitzo went on a tirade about the reasons Stolas doesn't like him back, as he is in denial about both of their feelings.

"Unless it's me/And no matter what in this world I could give/It's not enough/To get through the walls you've conjured up to live(Just Look My Way - Stolas' Lament, 2:25-2:40)." At this point, Stolas had realized that Blitzo tends to want to distance himself from people who he cares a lot about because he's afraid of hurting them. And Stolas is finally recognizing that fact.

"Is this what you feel?/Scorned by a realm that cannot comprehend/What you are/So I'll grant you this mercy/This bind/On our souls needs to end(Just Look My Way - Stolas' Lament, 2:40-2:59)." Stolas is finally recognizing Blitzo is not happy in the situation.

The entire music video is more of how his and Blitzo's relationship has evolved throughout the two current seasons and the lyrics are representing the seventh episode of the first season when Blitzo finally revealed what he felt about Stolas, "Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but you wanting me to f**k you, okay? You make that really clear all the time(Season One, Episode Seven, 14:36-14:43)."

"I will try to make amends/For making you means to an end/So look my way/Please look my way/And if there's something more that I don't know/I'll save us both before we grow cold/If you'll stay/And just say 'Look my way'(Just Look My Way - Stolas' Lament, 3:02-3:34)." Interpreting this is Stolas is trying to restore a relationship with Blitzo and failing no matter what he does and it makes him feel like he's drowning as in the last lyric he is seen falling into water and sinking until he slumps into his desk and cries.

If it doesn't make a lot of sense as it goes on, even though it should, it will be okay. Interpreting the music video is basically just Stolas' feelings as he goes through the series with his relationship with Blitzo from start up until the point we're at in the Helluva Boss series.

To summarize, Stolas is very in love with Blitzo, but doesn't think he loves him back and vice versa. And the song and the analytics from the videos and the series itself just prove it in return. And this is why Stolas is in love with Blitzo from Helluva Boss.

[chaotic-super]

Joining The Superfriends - 8

The tiny little robot bug sits stationary on the skin of Kara’s wrist, all movement gone out of it now that it has claimed not one but two new victims. She slaps her free hand over it, grasping it between two fingers and haphazardly shoving it into the jar that a wide eyed Alex is still holding loosely in her hands.

A lid is shoved onto the jar and with the bug sealed firmly inside, Kara meets Lena’s eyes, finding the same kind of panic in Lena’s eyes that is in her own. “Fuck.”

They both turn to Alex, looking for instructions on what they should do now and hoping that the bossiest one of them all might have some answers for them but she’s just standing there frozen, eyes darting between them and the jar several times before she frowns, looking down at Lena’s bare thigh.

“You can pull your pants up now.”

Lena looks down, even more panicked to see that she’s been standing there in front of Kara and Alex with her pants piled up around her ankles. She snatches them up, blushing furiously, and zips them back up.

“Alex.” Kara says, not sure what else she can say, fear creeping into her voice.

Sensing how scared Kara is now that she’s been injected with whatever substance it is that makes people act aggressively, Alex kicks into action, not willing to have another red kryptonite situation on her hands, something that Kara is completely on board with. That’s not an event that should ever be repeated.

Clearing her throat roughly, Alex starts planning right away. “Alright. We’ll set you guys and Nia up in containment with the power dampener. I know that J’onn already has K-protocol ready to go at a moment’s notice so that won’t be an issue.”

Kara is on board with that plan. “Ok, let’s get down to containment then, I want to be down there when this thing hits us.”

Kara grabs the power dampener off the floor, handing it over to Lena, who balances her laptop on top of it, intent on taking it with her so that she can work until the aggression kicks in.

She’s terrified of what she might do but it does make her feel better knowing that she’ll be locked away when it happens, unable to hurt anyone else while she goes on a rampage.

Alex and Kara take a side on Nia’s bed each, wheeling her out of the med bay and to the elevator so they can get to the lower level where containment is.

Lena leans over to press the button, hand halting in place. “Wait, what floor is it on and why does there seem to be more buttons every time I get into this damn death box?”

Kara peeks over her shoulder. “Second floor. J’onn has really been into remodelling lately so he’s been adding floors. It’s actually kind of scary how The Tower keeps getting taller but nobody around us notices. Actually, that might be J’onn’s doing now that I think about it. Alex, does J’onn have the power to do that?”

“Probably.” Alex shrugs.

“Right, ok, so I work in a place that just adds a new floor every now and then, brilliant.” Lena mutters, mostly to herself but since they are trapped together in a tight space, both Danvers sisters hear her, smirking as they try not to laugh. It’s easy to forget how weird this stuff is when you’re still new to it, after years they have become desensitized to the oddness of it all.

Lena hadn’t actually been down to containment yet so walking into the room full of small glass cells, metal bars running through the glass in places so in the off chance it were to break, the detainee wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Why bother with the glass if you have bars?” Lena questions.

“It’s special glass that Brainy designed, it’s super strong…or something.” Kara replies, opening up one of the cells and helping Alex lift Nia up. Together they carefully manoeuvre her into the cell, sitting her down on the floor with her back up against one side. She slides to the left when they set her down, her face coming to rest against the side, her cheek smushing against the glass.

Lena copies what Kara did to get the cell open, doing the same to another one and stepping inside herself, looking down at the hard floor and frowning, aware of how uncomfortable this is going to be. “Can I get a cushion or something for in here? The floor is going to be really hard on my butt.”

“Sure. Let’s get you guys locked in and then if you’re still you by the time I get back from grabbing you a cushion, I will take the risk and unlock the door long enough to pass it to you.” Alex answers, locking the door of Nia’s cell and then pushing Kara into another one, the one between Lena and Nia, and locking the door to that one too.

Lena leans her laptop up against the side of her cell, smiling awkwardly at Alex when it’s her turn to get locked in, “and here I thought that by leaving my family I might avoid being locked up like a criminal.”

“Think of it more as a temporary psych hold.” Alex smiles back.

“I’m not sure if that’s better or worse.”

Alex rethinks her statement. “Honestly, I’m not sure either.” She shrugs, giving the handle one last tug to make sure it’s locked. “Either way you have to suck it up, sorry.”

She wanders off, leaving them there to wait it out. Lena notices that she’s taking the power dampener with her just as she’s leaving the room.

“Kara, why is she taking the power dampener with her?”

Kara takes a seat on the cold hard floor, leaning into the glass side that’s closest to Lena. “Don’t worry, each cell has its own, they kick in when the door locks, we just brought it down for the journey but it’s not needed now, Nia and I have our own personal ones, and I guess you do too so I’m sorry if you have any powers you’re hiding from us but they are off limits until whatever we got hit with is out of our systems.”

“I don’t but it would be cool.” Lena takes a seat too, following Kara’s lead. “I used to wish that I had the power to be able to teleport anywhere I wanted. I suppose that’s just the symptom of being raised with the family I have though.”

Kara nods, trying to laugh along with Lena but barley managing to force a smile, heart aching for Lena and the childhood she was stripped of.

Lena can tell that she made it awkward by bringing up her family but they have been on her mind a lot for the past couple of weeks and she’s spending all of her time trying to banish them from her brain.

It’s even worse because she actually misses them, as much as she wishes that she didn’t, she does because they’re her family, a constant in her life since she was four years old, when she was adopted into the Luthors.

She doesn’t miss the way they acted or the awful things they did. She doesn’t miss the way they talked down to her or dismissed anything she said. She doesn’t miss the way they always tried to buy her love when they needed something from her.

She supposes that really, what she misses is their constant presence, however small. They were always there, through the good and bad, mostly bad, they were always there so having them totally banished from her life leaves a little empty spot in her conscious, a spare room in the mansion of mind that she doesn’t know how to fill.

“Kara, do you miss your family?”

Kara looks up at her again, a strange look overtaking her before she regulates herself again. “Of course I do, it’s only natural for someone to miss their family but I have been without them for that long now that sometimes, I can barely remember them, I wish I did though.”

Lena frowns. “How long has it been?”

“I was twelve when I left Krypton, then I was trapped in the Phantom Zone for twenty four years, a place where time doesn’t pass, before my pod got free and I landed here. That was fifteen years ago now.

The door slides open again, Alex stumbling in with her arms full of cushions and blankets. “Hey, have you guys hulked out yet or is it safe to hand these over?”

“If you don’t hand them over I might hulk out.” Is Kara’s response as she makes grabby hands at the pile in Alex’s arms.

Alex splits them into three, tossing some in with Nia for her to do what she wants with when she wakes up, whether that be curl up and sleep more or tear them to shreds in a fit of anger, then she relocks the door.

Lena gets hers next and she starts working on building herself a little nest before Alex has even shut the door, something that Alex starts teasing her about right after she’s finished distributing everything. “Look at you, Lena! You like your tiny apartment that much that you’re moving into an even tinier one.”

Lena crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. “You might think that’s funny but I actually have come to love my tiny apartment and would happily keep living in places of a similar size. I find it quite cosy and the size is perfect for one person to live comfortably.”

“Leave her alone, Alex. You don’t want to make her angry when she’s about to have this stuff affecting her. I can’t imagine that it will be much longer now.”

“Good point, have fun guys!” Alex calls, turning on her heel and heading for the door.

“Bye, Alex.” Lena calls back.

Lena curls up on her little pile of cushions, covering herself with a blanket. “One day she’ll have a conversation with me without teasing me, just you wait and see.”

Kara snorts out a laugh. “That’s how Alex shows her love so you might be waiting a long time.”

Lena hums out a whiny sound of discontentment. “That sucks.”

“Yeah but she’s good really, beneath the prickly exterior that is. She doesn’t like being vulnerable.”

“I know the feeling.” Lena whispers.

Kara rests her head on her knees, facing to the side so she’s still facing Lena. “I wish I could have a break from it.”

A confused frown finds its place on Lena’s face, her brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

Kara puffs out a shaky breath, unsure of whether or not she should admit this to anyone. “It doesn’t matter.”

Lena tilts her head, deciding if pushing Kara is a good idea or not. “It does, I can see it eating you up.”

“I have to be vulnerable to some extent and I have had to be since I arrived here on Earth, even when I didn’t want to be.”

Lena feels like she hasn’t been anything other than confused since she left Metropolis and it’s especially true when she’s with Kara. The woman is just revelation after revelation and she just makes Lena question and process parts of herself that she hadn’t paid attention to before.

It does bring her a hint of selfish comfort that she has, at least to some extent, the same effect on Kara. “Why?”

“Because it scares people if I’m not. I have all these powers and it unnerves people when they don’t know what I’m thinking. If my heart isn’t on my sleeve people will start to wonder if it’s turned to ice and start questioning my motives. It doesn’t matter how much good I do, people will always think about what I can do if I ever decide to use my powers for anything other than helping people. I’m a threat.”

“A ticking time bomb.”

“Exactly.”

“I can’t say that I know exactly what you’re going through, but I do know what it’s like to have people expecting me to be something I’m not.”

Kara doesn’t break her eye contact with Lena, taking comfort in her soft features and gentle smile. “And I also know what it’s like to have a family that’s done terrible things and what it’s like to try and set yourself apart from them. It’s not easy.”

Lena’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Do you have every kind of trauma there is?”

“I’m sort of just figuring that if I get enough to fill a punch card then I might just get a free coffee or something.”

“I think I might have a couple of punch cards to cash in myself.”

“We can go out for brunch sometime then.”

If only. Lena would love to go out for brunch with Kara but she would much prefer to go out for dinner. It could still happen but Kara hasn’t brought up the kiss they shared yet and she isn’t sure that a conversation like this is the right one to sneak in a chat about how much Lena is crushing on her. “Sounds good.”

“Hey, can you check to see how bad the spread has gotten outside?” Kara breaks her focus, gesturing to her laptop.

Snapping it open and taking a look. it isn’t good. Everything is getting worse out there and without being able to get to her lab to check out the bug, she can’t reverse the effects or start working on shutting them down.

Kara surveys Lena’s face, the little crinkles by her eyes from her furrowed brow and the corners of her mouth are tucked down. That paired with her slumped shoulders tell her exactly what she’d feared. The bugs are still spreading aggression, the city needs them but they can’t help because they’re stuck in here.

It goes without saying too that because there won’t be any Supergirl sightings, she’ll get slammed by the press for not being there for the citizens of the city. People really hate it when she doesn’t show her face. People must really think that she doesn’t have a life of her own, or rather, that she spends her entire day just sitting twiddling her thumbs waiting for someone to save.

It makes her absolutely furious, it’s despicable how she is slandered and treated like a second class citizen after everything she’s done for this city, after everything she’s lost and sacrificed. The people out there being ungrateful douche canoes are the ones that think that they are entitled to her help, that she’s a bad person one day and switch to kissing her ass the next whenever it suits them because they want something.

The rage pools deep in her stomach, sitting uncomfortably against her organs, making her stand and pace the tiny cell she’s trapped in, an animal prowling in its cage.

“Kara, what are you doing?”

She can hear Lena asking her the question but it’s getting drowned out by the ringing in her ears and the uncomfortable stiffness in her jaw from clenching it so hard.

“Kara?”

She needs to get out of here and show those good for nothing people who Supergirl really is, then they’ll see.

Kara slams her hands into the glass as hard as she can, utterly underwhelmed when it doesn’t have so much as a tiny crack, it just holds strong, unbothered by the hit it just took. It does nothing to put out the fire burning inside of Supergirl.

Her fist rears back, her full bodyweight being put behind the incoming strike, her hand hitting the glass with an almighty crack. It’s not the glass that cracks though, it’s Kara’s fingers.

Lena unconsciously pushes herself back up against the wall furthest away from Kara, eyes wide and pitying. She definitely just broke her fingers and yet she just moved right onto slamming her shoulder into the door, trying to force it open.

Kara isn’t reacting to her voice at all so she doesn’t bother to call out again and really hopes that she doesn’t try to force her way out of her cell when it kicks in for her too, the cracking of Kara’s bones will haunt her for a while and the sound made her have to fight back a wave of nausea.

She does her best to just ignore Kara, pinning her eyes on her laptop screen and trying to map out which spots in the city are getting overrun with aggression to see if there’s a way to stop the spread but it seems like the only way they can do that is by finding a way to wipe them out and letting the toxin or whatever it is being injected into people, make its way out of their bodies on its own.

With that in mind Lena videocalls Alex from her laptop to request as many photos of the bugs they have as she can get so she can try and visualize how they are functioning, giving her some insight into how to stop them.

Lena just hopes she can get far enough along with it that maybe Brainy could continue on from where she is forced to stop. For now she feels alright, but that doesn’t mean a lot. Kara went from feeling fine to pounding on the door within just a minute or two so there isn’t going to be much of a warning for her either.

It is a bit strange though that it has affected Kara first though because the bug came from Lena’s leg and then it got Kara after. Lena is dying to dissect that stupid little robotic bug but gets why she can’t, she has to stay here just in case.

Even if she hadn’t gotten infected herself, someone should be down here with Kara and Nia. Kara having now finally settled after twenty minutes of violence against the unfazed glass and is now sitting down glaring at it instead.

Lena smiles giddily when the pictures come through to her laptop, grateful for something to do but apprehensive too, praying that she’ll have enough time to fix this.

If she can, then at least she’ll know that she has earned her place here. She’s so close to feeling like she really belongs here and this could be it.

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As we've gotten the last episode of dungeons and daddies of the year I wanted to take a bit of time to just kind of reflect on my experience with the series and what it's meant to me since I found, this will be an obnoxious long post and will be alot about my past relationship which was in short terms, not good, so please feel free to skip this post, it's more catharsis for me than anything

Up until July this year I'd been in a relationship for seven years, from the ages of 11-18 which is what I am now, over the course of those seven years I had my resolve drained out of me until I had no friends, no social media besides instagram and was steadily pulling away from my family to the point they were like strangers to me. I binded every day and endured constant transphobia and bodyshaming because I sincerely believed we were like soulmates (both trans and both outcasted) and it was meant to be.

This is all of course bad, but one of the most sinister things he did that I wouldn't have expected was he completely disabled ny ability to enjoy things. Prior to our relationship I was a phannie, I shipped Klance, I watched sanders sides religiously, I was a blossoming furry and brony and I liked these things loudly and proudly. And he made fun of and belittled these interests until I stopped participating in each and every one of them, until all my interests were either ones shared with him or ones he deemed acceptable.

And it didn't hit me how hard that followed me out of the relationship until I had to sit down and think about what I was into, and I came up totally blank, everything I liked was either tainted by memories of him or I had stopped engaging with so many years ago I wouldn't even know where to pick it up again.

And then like Mercy descending from the clouds I decided to go back through my podcasts and pick one, just one, and I happened to land on dndads. I'd previously listened to episode one with him but it had been a resounding no on his end so I put it down and never looked back. Until now. I hit play on that first episode and the next two weeks were a complete blur as I binged every ounce of content, after I caught up on the first two seasons at breakneck pace I used my meager funds to sub to the patreon and listened through everything there as well.

It was the first time in seven freaking years I'd been this excited about anything, I was going on walks as an excuse to listen to more, I was obsessively looking for fans on tiktok and posting in the discord. I was stimming more than I had in my whole life and talking again, in a lot of ways it felt like looking at myself again, I cut my hair and dyed it blonde (totally not because of Henry) I started buying clothes that I actually liked because I felt more confident in myself.

And then after unsuccessfully hunting for a community I said fuck it and redownloaded tumblr, somehow remembered the login to this account and I posted some fanart of Scary Marlowe, honestly not expecting anything to come of it, and then it got some reblogs, people liked it and I kept posting and I made moots and I talked to people and just-

I cannot thank the daddies themselves enough for bringing me into this and I cannot thank literally every single person who has ever liked or reblogged one of my posts, especially my moots, enough. You guys seriously made what was shaping up to be the worst year of my life the best year ever, and I'm not like better, it's only been 5 months and I'm very much still shaking off his effects but things are okay, O-A-K if you will, and I'm more confident that like I will be okay if that makes sense? So just like yeah, thank you, seriously, I love this fandom and everyone in it so much and this whole not-a-bdsm-podcast thing really helped me in a very very dark time <3

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RISE FROM THE ASHES 3/? (Alexia AU)

February 22 – Wright & Coop Law Offices.

“Are you feeling better now, kitten?” Alexia asks worriedly. Ema nods in affirmation.

It's been a little while since Alexia got Lana to agree to her being her defense for tomorrow's trial. But if they have not yet gone to investigate, it is because Ema was still asleep, after having had that emotional breakdown in the visiting room. And just a few minutes ago, the scientist woke up from her dream...

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Fey." Ema apologizes, confusing Alexia.

"Huh? About what?" Alexia asks curiously.

“My sister...She's not always like this you know?” Ema says with her eyes down. “She has changed a lot. She used to be very gentle, always smiling. Everyone liked her.”

“I see…” Alexia murmurs, more in her mind, “(As hard as it is for me to imagine that. I guess if someone like Lady Mia was involved with her, She must have been like that at some point.)”; The lawyer speaks again, “What happened to her?”

"I don't know for sure either... I think maybe she..." Ema said before stopping short. “…Well, maybe not.”

“(There seems to be something there that defies a simple scientific explanation.)” Alexia reasons thoughtfully. “Let's check this underground parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office, okay?”

“O-Okay!” Ema responds determinedly.

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February 22 – Prosecutor's Office, Underground Parking Lot

“So, this is where it all happened?” Alexia murmurs, looking at the place. “I was expecting something flashier.”

“It seems like they are still investigating…” Ema comments.

“Of course, they would. The murder happened only a few hours ago.” Alexia answers, crossing her arms. “(Funny that my first visit to the Prosecutor's Office should be like this…)”

"Hello everyone! Keep up the good work!" Ema greets happily, exalting Alexia and the officers present. Quickly, Alexia proceeds to cover the scientist's mouth with her hand, successfully managing to silence her.

“*Nervous laughter* K-Keep going, gentlemen. There is nothing to see here.” Alexia says waving her free hand.

The officers look at each other before continuing what they were doing seconds before being interrupted. Seeing that their eyes are no longer on them, Alexia slowly removes her hand from the girl's mouth.

“H-hey!!” Alexia scolds with a deep frown. “What the hell are you thinking, arriving at a crime scene like you're the detective or prosecutor in charge!?”

“Well, there's nothing wrong with saying hello. After all, they will be my coworkers in three years, right?” Ema says confused. Alexia sighs tiredly at the answer.

“If we were trainees to enter the police force, there would be no problem. But in OUR CASE, there is.” Alexia explains. “You know the defense isn't supposed to examine crime scenes? So, we should try not to stand out too much here, do you understand?”

"Hello! Do you hope to go unnoticed here, Fanciulla?” Someone behind the Fey says, taking her completely by surprise.

“ECK!” Alexia exclaims, quickly turning around and putting Ema behind her. “W-Who are you?!”

“M-Mr. Marshall!” Ema says, surprised to see the man, and surprising Alexia that she knows the man mentioned.

“(Marshall? Looks more like a sheriff to me...)” Alexia thinks, looking up and down at the man.

He appears to be a man who likes to dress up as a cowboy by wearing a poncho and wide-brimmed hat over his guard uniform, with his police badge pinned to his jacket like a sheriff's badge. He also wears a red scarf with white diagonal lines, and the poncho is brown with green and white lines.

“Listen, bambina. I know how you feel. But this is my gang's gold strike, see?” The sheriff reports.

“Strike...?” Ema asks confused.

“This is our claim, our territory. And the goldmine is… evidence.” Marshall says. “If you are willing to ruin what is ours... You both will regret it, friends! Do you know what cacti dreamt about in the desert? You want to know?"

“(What is this guy talking about!?)” Alexia thinks both angry and confused.

“Go home now. Happy trails, bambinas!” Marshall orders before leaving both girls in an awkward silence…

“So…” Alexia decides to speak, “Was that uh, hombre, a friend of yours?”

“Uh... kind of... sort of... Yeah. He's a detective.” Ema responds unsure.

“Who seems like he thinks he's a sheriff from the Wild West.” Alexia comments, rolling her eyes. Ema just laughs nervously. “But well, leaving that aside, we have to look for some evidence around here.”

“S-Sure!” Ema says determined.

Both girls spend a few seconds searching the left area of ​​the parking lot if there is anything of value... or that was Alexia's idea, but it seems that her companion has another idea in his head...

"Ah ha!" Ema says, catching Alexia's attention. "A ladder!"

“(So that's what she was talking about… *Sigh*)” Alexia thinks before she unconsciously corrects the little scientist, “Kitten… That's a stepladder.”

"Huh? What’s the difference? In scientific terms, please.” Ema says with a sly smile.

“Ah, well… I couldn't give it to you in scientific terms, but I could give it to you in legal terms.” Alexia responds, surprising the little doctor a little that the lawyer has an answer.

“A-and, which one is it?” Ema asks curiously.

“Well, let's say someone is accused of hiding a body in a hole in the ceiling in the center of a room that is 4 meters tall using a 3.5 meters tall ladder.” Alexia gives an example. “The defendant would call this into question, because a ladder shorter than the ceiling wouldn’t be able to support itself, but a stepladder could.”

“As attorneys, whether prosecutor or defense attorney, we tend to be as specific as possible. After all, it is our job, and we depend on following this logic and way of thinking.” Alexia concludes with a half-smile. “I'm sorry if I sounded like I was trying to be smart, it was more of an instinct of this profession. (Even if this is something that has always happened to me…)”

“D-Don't worry!” Ema says happily, while she writes something quickly in her little notebook. Presumably, it is something related to what Alexia explained. “This just goes to show that I wasn’t wrong to ask you to be my sister's defense attorney!”

“I’m glad you think that.” Alexia says proudly. While she was talking, she stepped on something on the ground.

"What is this? A wallet?" Alexia mutters, picking up the object from the floor. She looks around her, watching an investigator checking something near them. “Um, excuse me! Officer!"

“W-W-Waaaait!” Ema exclaims, stopping Alexia in her tracks.

"What? What happened?" Alexia says confused.

 “What do you think you're doing, Ms. Fey!?” Ema says with a frown. Alexia just raises her eyebrow in confusion.

“What am I doing? Well, I just found this wallet, so I'm handing it over to the police…” Alexia says, as if it were obvious…which it was.

"I don’t believe it! This is really basic: Anything at a crime scene is evidence!” Ema sermonizes seriously. “Let's be scientific about this, please! Just put it in your bag.”

“*Funny snort* I see how you want to work. You are a naughty kitten.” Alexia says amused, tapping Ema on the forehead with the wallet. The scientist just sticks out her tongue in a cute way.

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“Although if I'm honest, I'm relieved to know that you want to do it that way, since I work like that too. I’m glad I don’t have to pretend to maintain an image.” Alexia comments with a small smile. Ema giggles. “But since we're both on the same page, let's see what we have inside.”

“I’m already called to duty and at my tender age! Here, I will teach you the trick to examine the evidence in detail, okay?” Ema says excitedly.

“(From the way her eyes are sparkling, I can tell she's been waiting for this...)” Alexia thinks with a half-smile. “(She looks pretty cute like this… I guess it wouldn't hurt to remind me what it's like to 'examine' the evidence.) Okay, how do you do this?”

“Okay, okay, now. Look at The Court Record! You have to be sure to carefully examine the evidence from all sides!” Ema says smiling. "Now. Let's start examining! From all angles!”

"Okay, I'm on it, I'm on it." Alexia responds, softly, shaking her head.

She gets serious and starts examining the wallet. From what she could see, there is no blood on it, nor does it look like there are any fingerprints printed on it. With external examination of the wallet finished, she set out to see the contents of it, and she found something interesting to say the least…

“This… This is an identification card.” Alexia comments. “(Detective Bruce Goodman, ID# 5842189...)”

"See? Well? Isn’t scientific investigation useful?” Ema says proudly.

“I guess... Though I don't see what 'science' has to do with it, though.” Alexia responds with a drop of sweat.

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“Let's make sure we examine every piece of evidence we find!” Ema says excitedly. Fey nods in agreement with the girl.

“From now on we will have to be alert.” Alexia answers.

“By the way, Ms. Fey. Whose ID is it?” Ema asks curiously.

“Oh, well it belongs to Detective Bruce Goodman. "Here's his name along with his ID number '5842189'," Alexia replies, pulling out the ID again. Possibly this is Goodman's wallet.”

“I wonder why they only use numbers for IDs.” Ema questions, confusing Alexia.

“Well, what else would they use? What do you have in mind?" Alexia questions, intrigued.

“Letters, Ms. Fey, Letters! They are the reason we have a written language in the first place!” Ema responds confidently.

“And according to you, how exactly would that work?” Alexia questions curiously.

“It could be "Detective: Gruce Goodman, ID: YABADAB" See? Wouldn’t that be better?” Ema responds.

“YABADAB? Well, I guess it doesn't sound so bad…” Alexia comments thoughtfully.

“Exactly my point! Tee-hee!” Alexia answers happily.

“(It doesn't take much to excite her.)” Alexia thinks with a small smile.

"Excuse me? “Were you two readies?” Someone says, interrupting the conversation between the two girls. The woman looked like she was selling food to the officers, if the lunch boxes she brought with her were not an indication of that.

"Us?" Ema asks curiously.

“(What is this? She couldn't be...)” Alexia thinks before questioning; “Are you selling lunches? Here? At a crime scene?”

"For you! Half n’ Half, right?” The woman says, completely ignoring the Fey, annoying her a little.

“Oh. Thank you." Ema says, taking the bento.

"And you, lady?" The woman says, addressing the other girl.

"Me what?" Alexia responds suspiciously.

“Some Crunchy Goodness coming your way!” The woman says, handing her another lunch box.

“Oh, uh… thanks, I guess…” Alexia murmurs, taking the wind and putting it in her bag.

“This area is off-limits to anyone without clearance. Especially to passers-by. Or are you officers?” The woman questions, without mincing words.

“Uh...not exactly. But, let me tell you, you don't exactly seem like someone who's allowed to hang around here either.” Alexia responds, narrowing her gaze.

“Well, that's hardly a way to greet someone! Even if my days as the “Cough-up Queen” are over…” The woman says arrogantly.

“*Snort* Cough-up, huh?” Alexia comments amused.

“You know, I feel a little full. Maybe I’ll pass on lunch…” Ema murmurs timidly.

"Give it to me. I'll save it for later." Alexia says, taking the lunch box from the little scientist's hands, who appreciates her gesture with a small smile. Smile returned by the lawyer.

“Let me inform you that I am quite connected to this case, you see.” The woman says, interrupting the interaction between the girls. “You could say that the images are burned in my eyes. Yes, all the sordid secrets…”

“Secrets...?” Ema questions worried.

"Dear me. You’re a pretty slow one, aren’t you?” The woman says arrogantly. Alexia frowned, annoyed, before the clear she insulted her partner. “I’m referring to the murder. The stabbing of that detective.”

“Whaaaat!?” Ema exclaims shocked.

“(But… this makes sense. After all, Miss Skye said…)” Alexia thought, remembering the words said by the prosecutor.

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"That’s right. This information was taken from the witness statement.” Lana answers. “Which clearly saw me committing the crime.”

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“I think we can safely conclude that you are the witness that Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye was talking about, right?” Alexia says, crossing her arms.

“You are correct, Ms. Lawyer.” The woman answers arrogantly.

"Please! Cough-up Queen! Tell us what happened!” Ema pleads.

“*Snort* My name is Angel Starr. Don’t you go forgetting it. Or before you know it, I’ll have you whimpering at my heels.” Angry Angel threat.

In a quick reaction, Alexia puts Ema behind her and stands in front of the little doctor in a protective manner, showing no fear to Miss “deep throat.” Furthermore, although Ema could sense that Fey was totally disgusted with the woman in front of them, she did not show any expression that would show that...

“We don't want problems… we just want to know what you know.” Alexia says with a calm tone.

“Well, I guess I can afford to brighten them up a bit.” Angel says, with that arrogant tone that was already becoming emasculating for Alexia.

“Somehow… I knew. Yesterday was a destined day... I knew something was going to happen..." Angel begins to tell. “Just like I know that the Friday Special of the Day every week is salmon.”

"Destined...? Did something happen yesterday that means something special?” Alexia questions, crossing her arms, not bothering to write down what was said by the woman infront of her, since Ema was already doing that for her.

“You're a defense attorney, right? You should know then.” Angel says as if it were something obvious. “You must know the foul misdeeds of the evil ones who haunt this den of inequity!”

“E-evil one?” Ema repeats confused and curious.

“Prosecutors!” Angel responds with disdain in his voice. “They have no qualms at all about blackening the name of the innocent! And yesterday they paid homage to the most evil of all! They gave an award for “King of Prosecutors” … What a farce!”

“So, she's saying... Yesterday there was some kind of prosecutors' convention.” Ema comments curiously. Alexia nods her head.

“It almost compelled to lace their lunches with something foul…” Angel growls in annoyance.

“Do you have any personal grievances against the prosecutors or something? Or is there some kind of scientific evidence of this, uh, “evil”?” Ema asks mockingly.

“Young miss… Mock me at your own risk! You’ll soon find out why they call me the “Cough-up Queen”!” Angry Angel threat.

"Ew!" Ema says, getting smaller behind Alexia.

“The most atrocious of all the evil ones, the one they awarded yesterday... It was in his car where they found the body! Proof that he devours the evilest lunches ever!” Angel exclaims furiously.

“R-really!?” Ema says surprised.

“(I think I can get an idea of ​​who they probably gave the award to.)” Alexia reasons. “(Although, one thing is clear. And that is that this lunch lady has something against prosecutors.)”

“You said you witnessed the incident. Could you tell us what exactly was it that you witnessed, Ms. Starr?” Alexia says politely.

“It was a fascinating spectacle, without a doubt! Now I feel like I know what they mean when they talk about "a woman's wrath." Seeing Lana Skye wield that knife so…” Angel says ecstatically. Alexia pricked up her ears upon hearing that little detail.

“Her knife flashed with anger, bringing him to a sad end. It was truly a sight to see.” Angel continued with her story.

“You mean she saw the very moment of the crime!?” Emma asks worriedly. But her question fell on deaf ears.

“The sound of his silvery ties to this world being cruelly cut still echoes in my ears. And the rhythm of Lana Skye’s knife…” Angel says. At that moment, Alexia knew that she had to intervene.

"Hold it!" Alexia says. “Do you know Miss Lana Skye?”

“*Annoyed snort* Of course I know her. “It is quite a feat…becoming Chief Prosecutor.” Angel responds annoyed, before exclaiming. “I wonder how many lunch boxes of sin she packed to make that journey!”

“She…always travels light.” Ema murmurs sadly.

“(Now I think I can practically guarantee that this lady has a grudge against all the prosecutors, and even more so towards Ms. Skye. With the added fact that she seems to know her personally.)” Alexia thinks confidently. “(I guess asking about herself is the next step right now).”

“Could you tell us a little about yourself, Ms. Starr?” Alexia asks.

“I come here every day to sell lunches. I only import the best and freshest from the Far East. For some reason, box lunches are a hit here.” Angel responds with a small smile.

“Why not prepare the lunches here instead of importing them?” Ema asks confused.

"Did you say something?" Angel says with a frown.

“N-no…” Ema answers fearfully, again hiding behind Alexia.

“Only true connoisseurs can understand… The kind you can only tell someone who has tried General Tso's Trilobite Lunch Set.” Angel says proudly.

“Ah... Nevermind... You win.” Ema says hidden. Alexia just sighs irritably.

“(I don't even want to appreciate part of a trilobite’s flavor).” Alexia thinks with annoyance.

“Anyway, I come here every day to sell lunches. My boyfriend works in the security room here at the Prosecutor’s Office.” Angel continues with her story.

“Y-your boyfriend?” Ema asks, peeking over the lawyer's shoulder.

“See the security room over there?” Angel says turning to the parking booth.

“The glass-walled booth?” Alexia questions.

“I sell my lunches and, since I'm here anyway, I'll stop by to see him.” Angel says with a small smile.

“(“… since I’m here anyway...” She says... I guess selling lunches is more important than your fucking love relationship.)” Alexia thinks with a drop of sweat.

“So, to scientifically analyze the data available so far… You, Ms. Starr, are a lunch vendor with an ulterior motive for coming here!” Ema concludes with a small smile.

“(It is a correct analysis, but I think the last thing it will be is to be useful...)” Alexia thinks with more beads of sweat.

“Did you have a bad experience with a prosecutor, Ms. Starr? I sense some…hostility.” Alexia asks.

"Hostility? Hah! Perhaps. Prosecutors are all alike. And the bigger they get, the worse they smell. Kind of like 10-day-old clams in the chowder.” Angel responds with disdain.

“I wonder what kind of legal trouble Ms. Starr may have been involved in the past for to develop that hatred for prosecutors.” Alexia mutters to herself, but she is heard by the little scientist.

“That would be a sure cause of food poisoning! Scientifically speaking, of course. I mean, now we're talking about 'The Cough-up Queen'!” Ema says with a smile.

“(At first, I thought she was just a lunch vendor, but now I'm sure she's something more than that...)” Alexia thinks, crossing her arms. “(Guess I'll have to figure that out later.)”

“Well, I think that would be enough on your part, Mrs. Starr. Thank you for your time and collaboration.” Alexia says making a small bow.

“Y-Yes, thank you…” Ema says, still hiding behind Alexia.

“Hehehe, don't worry. I will always be willing to give information about how corrupt prosecutors are.” Angel says with a beautiful smile that sent a shiver down Ema's spine.

“Okay, we'll go and leave. See you later, Ms. Starr.” Alexia says, directing Ema towards the stairs.

“Uh…uh…same thing.” Ema says before starting to walk.

As Ema began to walk towards the stairs that lead to the upper floors of the prosecutor's office, Alexia followed closely behind her. But when the lawyer stopped so suddenly, she made Angel a little confused by the lawyer's behavior.

“Now that I remember, I would like to tell you something else…” Alexia murmurs.

“Oh?~ And, what would that be?” Angel questions curiously.

Angel felt like for a few seconds, the air he had felt too heavy, making it difficult for her to breathe normally. Angel, as best she could, looked up to find that Alexia was looking at her over her shoulder.

Clearly the girl's expression, even if she did not explicitly show her disgust and anger, could be felt quite a bit. Plus, adding the fact that the greenish glow that came from her eyes gave off any emotion, except a positive one...

��Nest time, be more careful with your words, and even more so when you talk to Ema… I wouldn't want to be the one who makes you cough-up some pleads…” Alexia says with a tone from beyond the grave, which sent a strong chill down the saleswoman's spine.

With that said, Alexia continued her walk, disappearing from the former detective's sight as she ascended the stairs. Immediately after the girl left the parking lot, Angel was able to breathe normally.

“W-What… What the hell is that girl?” Angel mutters as he trembles slightly in fear.

[maboroshi-if]

B,I,K and P for Chihiro please and I hope you’re doing well!

Thank you nonnie! This has been a long time coming, and Im sorry its taken so long to answer this~ I'm doing much better now, and feel a little more motivated to write and answer asks again!

Now on with the asks!

B = Breath(What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Being overly romantic is one way to make her freeze up like a deer in headlights and for her lungs to start fighting against her. Like grabbing her hand, spinning her around, and dancing with her. Or even dipping her while looking her directing in her eyes. Even just direct eye contact can make Chihiro stop breathing for a second, her cheeks flaring up in a blaze. But what makes it even worse (funnier) is that she doesn't even know why her lungs are freezing up on her!

Team 7 is playing on the beach, and MC is just floating in the water like a piece of debris. Chihiro peers at them and sees their hair spread out like a halo around them with such a serene expression on their face. She thinks that they look so... peaceful (beautiful). Cue Hanabi Sensei looking on with a knowing smile and a soft look in her eyes.

I = Intimacy(How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Unfortunately, Chihiro isn't romantic at all. She's too awkward and unsure of herself in this department that every gesture she tries to make fails miserably. If she tries to gather flowers for MC, she gets ones they are allergic to. Chihiro tries to make dinner for MC? She's accidentally giving them food poisoning 💀💀. It's only when she's unintentional, and doing something completely oblivious, that she makes the most romantic gestures. When talking about MC, they always affectionately refer to them as their wife/husband/partner—or listening to MC talk while staring at them with such love in their eyes. She's down bad and doesn't even realize it 🥴🥴

Chihiro has no problem showing intimacy; she's done it all her life when you guys were just friends. Sitting with you on the docks or just taking naps with you, she loves feeling safe with you. Now in terms of emotional availability. There's nothing she has a problem sharing or even telling you about; emotions, feelings, what bothers her etc.,

K = Kiss(Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Ooof 🥴🥴 I gotta explain this in detail y'all! Now when MC and Chihiro get together, they'll be her first EVER everything. All she's ever done is train, study the principles of Taoism, and study regular ninja scrolls. When you finally have your 1st kiss, it's sloppy, with too many teeth and drool, but what she lacks in experience, she makes up for in earnest. After a while, she gets it down to a science, but there are times when she's still a sloppy kisser, i.e., when she's too excited, or she's in the throws of passion, etc.,

Now she's always finding a reason to give you kisses. She'll leave pecks on your cheeks and lips. Giving you forehead kisses when you've done something that you're super proud of. Any reason at all and she's placing her lips on you proudly.

P =Playful(Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Absolutely, completely playful 🤸🏼‍♀️🤸🏼‍♀️🤸🏼‍♀️ definitely plays too much actually. Chihiro likes to hide and jump out places that MC would least expect. Giving them the big scare, and laughing like a lunatic. Once MC calms down shes giving them little kisses to apologize. She'll also love to wrestle and rough house with MC. She's pretty much a tomboy.

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey looks away, as if refusing to face the facts of the past. But....he still doesn't feel bad thinking about all the horrible thing he's done. And that's what pains him. Maybe before the reset, when he still had that soul, he would have actually felt guilty. Once Kara is met by a threat yet again, Flowey is pulled out of his head. Now he understands. He smiles hollowly at Layer, circling them with a simple ring of rotating bullets. They don't close in, just surrounding them and preventing them from getting close to Kara without getting hurt.*

You're trying to distract us so you can get to Kara, aren't you? Well it won't work. I don't care! Can't feel anything. And I feel even less for you if you decide to hurt Kara. So by all means, go on. *A twisted smile spreads across his face, the flower's features contort into a horrifying expression. His eyes completely white out and sink into their sockets with the cheeks following the same pattern. His entire head seems to decay and eat into itself, distorting like that of a dead human. He has the face of a creature that could send shivers down the spine of even the bravest warrior.* That just gives me a valid reason to turn these simple bullets into something a lot more ⱧØⱤⱤł₣Ɏł₦₲.

*He now is back to one of his more cartoony faces, but it's still not pleasant. He glares at you through glowing, squinted eyes with the rest of his face cast in shadow. A few of the barrier bullets are sent forward to hit Layer just to make a point and are quickly replaced.* "For the underground?" What's your reason for trying to kill them? And what make you think you can? Not only are you weak, but you don't have the heart. Those shaking hand and tears weren't for nothing. Keep trying to convince yourself you can do it.

*He looks more sincere now, not trying to scare Layer anymore.* Look. You can go on and fight us or you can tell us what's happening and be real with yourself. I'm only going to do this if you go on, and I'm warning you... W e w o n t h o l d b a c k.

*knowing that they are actually in trouble they imminently stop to tell everyone else why they do what they do.*

(Layer) "You idiots all know that no world is perfect. They all have one problem with them. Players might suck but remember what if Frisk is powerless, what if they're a jerk? I can't let that happen. So many lives just gone. So I've decided to permanently make monsters have a good ending. It won't be fake, it will be real enough. I will control all Frisk's for all time, always."

*Kara looks totally floored, they look up and cry*

(Layer) "I'm sorry you have to die, it's just the bet..."

(Kara) "No."

(Layer) "What did you just say?"

(Kara calmly) "No, no that would not be better. You know why? YOU'RE CONTROLLING FRISKS!"

(Layer) "So what? They'll have there happy ending. Isn't that what you wanted."

*Noelle also looks up with anger and disgust*

(Noelle) "A bird in a shiny cage is still trapped. Look at yourself you're killing god who know how many Frisks and so what to get a 'happy ending.' What do you want to achieve. Humans and monster are much more complex than you think. One little kid won't change there minds. Unless, they can inspire. Frisk is a glimmer of hope. I know."

(Layer) "How, what reasoning do you have that this little kid does anything."

*Noelle looks into Kara's eyes*

(Noelle) "Because they were based on Kara. That's enough."

(Layer) "Not for me, come on look at the suffering and hate."

(Noelle and Kara) "Love is the only thing that can destroy hate."

Layer looks at the two holding hands and goes up too them. And while Kara's back is turned.

SLASH

*Noelle covered Kara and just like that, gone.*

(Kara)"N... Noelle? Noelle speak to me, please don't just *cries as hard as they can.* I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN. *They see nothing but dust.* You want to fight *there eyes angrier than ever before* I'll kill you."