#like imagine cat naps except for drawing

[pukefactory]

✦ . 　⁺ I’D RATHER SLEEP ⁺ 　 . ✦

ᗢ Summary: A compilation of headcanons featuring Scraps as your caregiver

ᗢ Character(s): Scraps (Dandy’s World)

ᗢ Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, SFW

ᗢ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ As a big sister, Scraps has plenty of experience caring for little ones, especially since she’s so hands-on during craft time with children. Needless to say, this makes her one of the best caregivers imaginable. When it comes to you, she is incredibly creative and deeply in tune with your needs and desires. It didn’t take her long to adjust, either—if anything, she seemed genuinely happy to have someone to look after.

★ Scraps always has a set of crayons and spare paper on hand! If you start to feel bored, she’ll set up a cute table and chairs for you and hand you some coloring supplies. If you’d prefer a coloring book, don’t worry—she has plenty of those too, along with other arts and crafts materials to spark your creativity. If you get too immersed in your project, she’ll even bring you your favorite soda as a little treat while you continue crafting.

★ If you make a drawing for her, Scraps treasures it with all her heart. She’ll thank you, ruffle your hair, and eagerly search for the perfect spot to display it. Whenever someone passes by or asks about it, she proudly brags that her little one made it just for her, gushing about how wonderful it is and how much she loves it. She’ll also encourage you to create a drawing for Goob, excited to surprise him with it.

★ Despite being a skilled artist, Scraps gets nervous when others watch her draw—except for you, of course. Whenever she starts sketching, she’s perfectly comfortable with you crawling into her lap to observe. In fact, she even beckons you over to join her. Scraps happily takes requests and leaves her drawings uncolored so you can fill them in. You’ve lost count of how many times she’s sketched the two of you together.

★ When it’s time for your nap, Scraps has everything prepared. She gathers a pile of pillows and blankets, arranging them into a cozy nest. Fluffing the cushions and layering the covers just right, she creates a little cave for you to curl up in. Once you’re settled, she wraps herself around you like a cat, purring softly as she drifts off, content knowing you feel safe and comfortable in her embrace.

★ If you ever get thirsty while wandering around Gardenview with Scraps, there’s no need to worry—she always has juice boxes on hand for moments like this. As her little one, she makes sure you stay hydrated and even keeps your favorite flavors ready for both you and herself. Whenever you ask for one, her tail curls around her dress before smoothly sliding over to present the juice box to you. You always accept it with a big smile, grateful for her seemingly endless supply.

★ Scraps has plenty of nicknames for you—some of which you’re pretty sure aren’t even real words—but the one she uses most is kiddo. It’s both adorable and perfectly suits your little nature, yet versatile enough to fit any situation. Whenever you finish a chore, she pulls you into a big hug and says, “Good job, kiddo!” In her eyes, it’s the perfect name for you.

★ It’s no secret that Scraps somehow manages to win every single one of Vee’s quizzes whenever she’s asked a question. Most of the time, she’s just guessing, but that doesn’t stop her from getting the answers right—much to Vee’s reluctance when handing over the promised prizes. Scraps doesn’t have much use for these rewards, whether due to lack of space or simply not wanting them, but luckily, she has you to pass them on to! If anyone deserves them, it’s her kiddo. Plus, she knows you’ll find some way to enjoy them. Seeing your face light up when she hands you a prize always makes her day.

★ For some reason, Scraps has a bunch of plain white dresses, and she finds them incredibly dull. They lack color and creativity, so as a fun playdate, she brings out the paint and invites you to help transform them! The two of you spend hours covering the fabric in bright colors and little doodles until every dress becomes a vibrant work of art. By the end, your hands and face are covered in paint, but that’s no problem—Scraps cleans you up after setting the dresses aside to dry. Once they’re ready, she wears them all the time, feeling much happier knowing you helped make them special.

★ Occasionally, Scraps lets you do her makeup, just as she sometimes allows Goob to. Handing you a full box of crayons, she sits patiently while you get to work on her face. Sometimes, you simply have fun, covering her in silly patterns and doodles, much to your amusement and her mild confusion. Other times, you genuinely try to make her look good—coloring the lines on her face, adding whiskers, or even giving her a tiny nose to complement her cat-like features. If she particularly likes your work, she proudly wears it for the rest of the day, basking in the compliments from the other toons—both for herself and for you. Looks like you’ll be doing her makeup more often!

[there-and-gone]

Hey there!

I freaking LOVE your works, so I wanted to recommend a prompt :)

(If I have time, I'd love to draw what happens in the short, if you write it!)

It's really stupid... an idea is that Alastor adopts or finds a cat, and Husk grows jealous of all the attention the cat's getting instead of him. XD

Thank you for the prompt (and feel free to draw something for this if you like)! When I settled down to write this I thought something hot and angry was going to manifest, but I was pleasantly surprised when this came out. It's calmer/more sedate, but I think it still fills the prompt :)

I hope you all enjoy!

Pairing: Husk/Alastor

Rating: T

Length: 1125

Title: Mirror Neurons

It was raining, and the sedate mood outside the Hazbin had infected the hotel too. Charlie and Vaggie napped on one of the sofas, Niffty occupied herself with finding all the leaks and taking her time doing it between sips of hot tea. Angel and Cherry Bomb had gone up to the spider demon’s room to do fuck knew what, and Pentious was in his laboratory with the Egg Boiz, lulled into serene work by the steady downpour. 

Husk, for his part, hadn’t wasted a second taking advantage of the hotel’s quieter energy for a midday catnap of his own at the bar, arm curled around a bottle of whatever booze had been closest. If no one had the energy, he wasn’t going to bother with it either, and the alcohol in his blood had more than paved the way for fatigue to take him under. 

He’d have let it too, if his radio-obsessed prick of a deal-holder hadn’t walked into the lobby to settle by the window to quietly watch the rain, stroking KeeKee’s back as he peacefully wiled away the time like the rest of them.

It shouldn’t have bothered him. It shouldn’t have. Any other time Husk would have turned his head away from the red freak, and that would’ve been that.

Except it was a rare day to see Alastor relaxed like this. And it was also a rare day when KeeKee wanted Alastor’s attention. A rare day that Husk even noticed.

But the low energy in the building kept him in the strange, in-between place of having too much and too little energy to care, and he’d gotten stuck watching Alastor watch the rain and ease long, languid strokes along the cat’s back. KeeKee, for her part, was on the cusp of sleep from Alastor’s attentions, leaving Husk the only one to see. He peered over his arm, sheltered by the darkness the wing he’d slung over him created, and he just… watched, too tired to do anything else.

If it had been just Alastor, then he wouldn’t have cared. But the way he petted KeeKee was hypnotic. Stuck in the in-between world of a doze, before Husk realized it, he'd become drowsily lost in phantom sensations that started at the crown of his head and eased down the long line of his spine, matching Alastor’s motions with KeeKee. 

Husk glowered, hating how his fucked-up hell body was trying to synchronize with what the hotel cat was experiencing, cat-to-cat. It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed this happened when KeeKee was around. He’d heard someone say something about mirror neurons, and how seeing something could mirror it in you, like yawning. Whether it was that or not, it bothered him, and he'd made a point of being careful around KeeKee to avoid accidentally matching her. Feeling what she felt.

Because he could only imagine how good those pets must feel.

Even in her doze, KeeKee shifted to ensure that she got the best pet she could, stretching and sprawling until her silent demands were met by Alastor, ensuring she once again settled in relaxed pleasure.

Husk’s back ached. Every muscle and bone in his body did, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched in a way that created that level of relaxed pleasure, and like this, half-awake, he wanted it. Badly. He didn’t care who it was that gave it to him, but since it was Alastor he could see, when his mind drifted it was Alastor causing the phantom sensations along his spine. Over and over that horrible hand eased along the cat’s back and Husk craved it. If he’d been more awake, he’d never have let it get this far but stuck like he was, the aches of his body were a little more persistent and with some stupid hellish mirror neurons driving him mad, he didn’t feel too bad for it. It was Hell after all.

Still, he surprised himself with a low warning growl when Alastor’s fingers slipped under KeeKee’s chin to scratch there, causing the hotel cat to purr with pleasure and make Husk seethe that he wasn't the one experiencing it.

The sound caused Alastor to pause, his red eyes immediately pulling away from the rain outside to pin him down, but Husk was startled by his own response so much that he'd broken out of the in-between enough to force his head around, destroying whatever mirror neuron contact he’d had hypnotizing him. Embarrassment stung his cheeks, and more awake now, he refused to let on that he was anything but still asleep. That he was just making noises during a nap. He did that. Everyone did. Nothing wrong with that.

Except he knew Alastor, and Alastor, like it or not, knew him. Husk’s face tightened into a closed-eyed glower as he buried his face in his arms and shifted his wings even tighter around himself when he heard the distinctive sound of the Radio Demon’s boots striking the ground. Husk willed those boots to take the demon who wore them away, but his luck wasn’t that good. They moved toward him, the sound soft to anyone else, but loud to his enhanced hearing.

Still, Husk pretended, and even when those footsteps finally stopped beside him, he didn't move. He could just imagine the look on the asshole’s face, amused and arrogant, the bastard. He waited to see how this would play out. What Alastor would do.

It took everything he had not to react when a warm hand settled on his crown before slowly stroking along his neck, then down the length of his spine before pulling away just above the top of his pants. Husk was so shocked by what he’d just experienced that the bastard got in two more slow, steady, decadent strokes before he had enough brain to do anything about it.

But instead of snapping and shouting like he usually would, Husk shifted just enough so he could glower at Alastor. 

Alastor paused and smiled at him from where he’d taken a seat on the spare stool behind the bar top, settling himself comfortably before glancing out the window to watch the rain once again.

“I much prefer petting you, Husker.”

“Fuck off.”

The Radio Demon chuckled but stroked along his spine again, and if anyone woke up and saw them like this, he’d tell them it was just Alastor being his fucking deal-holder. Shamelessly exerting his authority over his damned soul.

Even if, hidden within the darkness of his wings as his muscles relaxed and the rhythmic sensation threatened to pull a purr out of him that he wasn’t releasing into the world for anything, he knew the reality was far from that.

[theadventuresofalittlebug]

Hiii can I ask what ur Hermitcraft headcannons areee

This ended up wayyyy longer than anticipated so here we go

This is a pretty open request so I’m just gonna list random headcanons. I’m also assuming you meant agere so thats what I’m going to do here.

Who I headcanon as a regressor kinda changes depending on what I’m writing, for example in my short fic Hanging Stars, Zed doesn’t know Tango regresses until s9, but I typically imagine they both regress and have known for a while.

I think Tango regresses from 3-5 normally, and at that age is quite active and excitable, he can’t sit still and prefers to run around rather than sit. The one exception is watching cartoons, he will be glued to the screen and can easily watch for hours, so he needs someone around to keep him from wasting the whole day staring at a screen. Occasionally though he will regress younger, more like 1-2, typically when he is tired. in that case he is more nervous and would rather sleep cuddled up with his caregivers than go on adventures.

As I covered in a different post (Here) Zed is a baby regressor, I already talked about it in that post.

In the context where most of the server is open about their regression I think Grian always builds a huge room in his base as a play room for the littles! It has tons of toys, a cozy blanket nest for naps, and a little kitchen always stocked with easy snacks!

In s7 Joe’s dog catcher business actually involved him putting a bunch of dog stuffies around the shopping district, after all of that he gave one to every hermit, little or not.

Grian has the biggest collection of stuffed animals ever seen. Most are birds, but he has many others including a toy sheriff from empires, a cod, several cats including a Jellie from Scar, a stuffed corgi from Joe, and a llama (Scar has a matching one) 

Keralis is a flip I haven’t really thought about how he’d be when little, he is the best babysitter when hes big

He would always use cute nicknames with whoever hes caring for eg: baby, little one, some cute play on their name

Always making sure that his little is safe, constantly telling them to be careful so they don’t get hurt

Loves making his littles laugh, he makes lots of silly jokes, his favorite being to pretend he doesn’t know something suuuper obvious, so the little can tell him the answer while giggling at how silly he is

Grian loves trains when hes little, he has a play mat with super detailed roads and houses on it that he likes to play trains on.

Pearl’s favorite thing to do when little is play pretend, she isn’t super used to having a cg I think so she probably prefers to go on adventures and get into trouble with her stuffed animals! 

I think Impulse is a cg for both Team ZITS and the Soup Group, Zed and Tango care for each other if they aren’t little themselves, as do Gem and Pearl

When Tango and Zed are both little Tango loves to be Zed’s big brother, but he’s frequently too loud for Zed and accidentally scares him, so Impulse always has to keep a close eye on him.

I think Joe and Etho both regress but its not super obvious when they do, as they are both older regressors (Joe 8-9, Etho 12-13). The main signs that Joe is little is that he doesn’t use as complex of vocabulary, and he is more energetic. Etho spends most of his time alone when he’s regressed, typically either drawing or watching anime and reading manga or comics.

also thank you so much for asking! I love talking about my agere hcs sooo much!

[unpleasant-ghoul]

Guess what.

I drew a second troll. Haven't finished the first one (I will! At some point! Definitely! Possibly! Hopefully? Aaaaa!), and yet made a second. Can't help it, dude manifested in my head and wanted to exist.

Anyway, meet Witch Doctor Marhhaiji (criticisms of the name will not be accepted. It was included when he blinked into existence in my imagination):

He is: fucking old, supposed to have ginger hair, maybe greying a bit, and he's a forest troll because I dunno. It's apparently the kind that pops into my head at random, the first one's that too. Also, that thing on his hand was supposed to be a magpie, but I can't into birds.

Also, he's kind of a cat. Not as in "oh, and he's a druid too". He isn't. Just some cat-like mannerisms, you know: thinking that just being nearby and doing nothing is a perfectly fine way of socializing.

Napping in sunny spots. Sometimes settling for a nap of his own on top of a person foolish enough to fall asleep in his presence, entirely uncaring about the fact that he's the only one feeling comfortable in this scenario (you're suffocating, risking to lose an eye to one of his tusks, and are in the process of forming, like, 30 bruises because he's only slightly meatier than a bare skeleton and all those bones are digging into you? Well, "dat be not Marhhaiji's problem. Lie still.").

And he isn't to be trusted with small critters.

Also, not a cat-like thing, but. His hygiene standards are "not smelling of piss and/or shit and not having too much visible dirt/greasiness is clean enough". Notice how I said nothing about sweat. He's stinky. Poplar leaves, leather and stale sweat, that's his scent, suddenly the idea of being his pillow sounds even worse.

An a random thing: his hair is soft. Very soft and very thick. Easily the nicest thing about him (not that there's much to choose from. I mean, he IS a scrawny, stinky, old troll with a morbid sense of humor).

As for the fur on his skin, well. Imagine a ferret pelt. You know how there's very, very noticeable difference between guard hairs and down there? Now imagine an old ferret pelt that was laying somewhere forgotten by everyone except for clothing moths, until hardly any down was left, then found and washed clean of moths and evidence of their presence (cocoons, egg casings, and shit). And that's pretty much what Marhhaiji's fur is like.

And his voice... Well. Dude sounds like a chain-smoking crow most of the time. Can pull a near-hypnotic purr with some effort, but usually? Hoarse as fuck.

...

Also, I know his arms are too short in this drawing. It's the third time I drew a troll at all and the first attempt at an entire one instead of just the head. Of course proportions are fucked.

[ru5t]

Curiosity and the Cat

  Treading lightly, Tech followed the invisible edge of her discovered dead zone. One step to the left, her signal was free and clear to do as it did, connect her to that wide web of voice and information. A step to the right, nothing got in, nothing went out. You could try all day, and no one would ever hear you speak- or even know you were there. By far the most interesting thing was that there, where Tech was standing, it flipped between the two at irregular intervals with almost no in between. Tech planted her feet and wobbled in place. The resulting dance of her measured signal --sky high and flat nothing back and forth-- made her giggle.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“You’re a weird little line, aren’t you?” she asked aloud.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤFor what had to be the hundredth time, she scanned her surroundings and the horizon. There were a few ridges to something that could be called her right, off in the distance the way that the ridges dotted through the flats always seemed to be, but everything else was, relatively speaking, flat and empty as it should be. Nothing but hard packed earth that supposedly used to lie at the floor of an ocean. There were no buildings to speak of, no structures built into the air that could, by any stretch of the imagination, cause this kind of interference. She had passed a sign or two on her way in, but they were only the usual stuff, or dummy signs meant to ward away the weak willed. The tracks, faint as they were, had told Tech that. There was some reason someone had for passing over this line directly into the thick of the big fat nothing.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤSo why cut yourself off?

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤWell, that was the question she hadn’t answered yet. She broke from her walk along the edge of the zone to collect her reading. It told her how many steps she’d taken, when she had lost connectability, what line it followed: in short, a guide to the section of it she had spent the last few minutes weaving in and out of. That was where her map, which was spread out across the hood of Jack’s truck -which had been borrowed (legitimately!) for her exploration- came into play. She marked her line in pencil, making note of the slight turn. It was a listing, more than anything else, a listing to the right. In. After a moment of thinking and being briefly distracted by one of the locations someone else had marked on the map, Tech made a speculative leap: she pulled her line out into a rough circle.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“What if,” she asked her cat, who was acting as a wind-weight for her map as he napped on top of the truck’s hood, “it’s not natural? Hmm? Could be a generator right at the center; makes a bubble. I don’t know what good it would do, though. They draw attention and- y’know, what’s a dead zone good for except stranding somebody, anyway?” The cat had no answer, only the noncommittal flick of a tail that may not have even been related to her speaking to him. Tech stowed the pencil behind her ear and reached across the hood to pinch her cat’s toe beans. “You’re a horrible lazy thing, y'know it?” He remained unperturbed, not even bothering to escape. Tech joined him on the hood of the truck to pose her theories and questions to the unrestricted airwaves.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“So,” she kicked off, taking it for granted anyone tuning in would know her voice well enough, “If you were to drive out and find, oh yknow, a big spot where anything that sends a wireless transmission doesn’t work, what’s your go-to on that? Desert phenomenon, or somebody being stupid about hiding?” Her question had barely begun to settle when the white noise warbled, and a voice broke through.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“A what?” Midnight's typical clipped words. Clear and sharp, like he was closer than usual.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Hmm,” Tech hummed and, though he couldn't see it, flapped her hand in the general direction of the bubble of bizarre, “dead zone. I know they’re common 'round some of the old places right? old tech or somethin' that just breaks stuff up, but there’s… nothing out here. So I’m tryin' to figure out if someone camping out here turned something on and can’t figure out how to turn it off, or if the desert’s just getting weirder by the day.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Where.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ “Hm..?” Tech blinked lightly at his tone. “Oh, um. Around here.” She fussed with her transmitter a bit, and pulled the coordinates to send across. “There’s those ridges, you know, they’re off over there. Not close enough to be doing anything, I don’t think? Not at this range, anyway. .. Although it does sort of… turn in, in that direction a bit? Not really a turn but… I don’t know. It’s all sort of… wibbly. I would say ‘weird weather’ but. I mean. It’s blue as fuck out here. Hot as, too.” She twisted around, shading her eyes against the glare from the windshield to peer into the cab of the truck. “Did I.. bring that umbrella? Or was I out of room? Shade would be nice.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“.. You’re—” Midnight cut off. Tech turned back toward her radio, brow scrunching together. It hadn't dropped out, had it? But then came the ruffling shuffling of moving-around on the other end of the line. “Don’t go any further in— You should- go–”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  She huffed sharply at him. “Well obviously I’m not gon– I’m not that dumb, thank you very much.  All I’ve got is the radio, could walk into a rattlesnake den and nobody’d ever know, not with that .. thing up like that.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  “That— Tech, I mean it, you should leave.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  “I will. In a bit.I have this- okay well the short version is ‘tool’ even though that’s less fun to say, but it’s been running basically since I got here and if I calibrated it right it should be able t'tell me whether or not the line -y’know like, the point where the interference is so strong signals stop sending?- has been movin'g' at all, line in or out or anything, and if it stays absolute, or if there are any breaks, like if it’s on unstable power or.. I guess it could be natural. Somehow. …Maybe.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  He did not answer her again. Tech pouted at the silence for a long minute, then stuck her tongue out at the speaker of her transmitter. That would show him. She pushed it aside and sprawled out on the hood of the truck, letting the warmth of the metal melt her bones.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤShe spent awhile that way, kicking her feet and postulating a few more scenarios to her cat: secret societies and magnetic fields and vast alien conspiracies. They weren’t the least bit plausible, but she had fun letting the concepts run on whatever train they pleased. She was a thousand miles down one of these when the distant growl of an engine carried ahead of the vehicle it powered. Tech sat up.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤShe half expected it to be Jack, for some reason. Why he would be gunning across the desert on a chomp-chewing motorcycle was a mystery almost less believable than her runaway alien-theory train. It took her a few moments of squinting, her hand hovering over her transmitter in case she decided to call someone about this, before she put together what she was looking at.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤOh boy.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤWhat had she done to warrant actually summoning Midnight driving faster than a dirt devil? Or was he on the same curiosity train? One way to find out.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech jumped down. She stretched, long and lazy, before settling in to put another little note on her map. ‘Ask Midnight about aliens. Face = priceless’. The engine cut off sharply as Midnight pulled up.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Desert’s full’a oddities,” Tech opened. Midnight didn’t give her the chance to elaborate- he immediately began collecting everything that she’d allowed to spread out on the hood as the morning had gone on. Piece by piece, he fed it into the truck through the open window. “Hey, Midnight?!” her protest was more baffled than irritated. Nevertheless, it was a decidedly displeased exclamation. “Wait that’s- I’m not- Stop!!” She pulled one of her smaller, jury-rigged machines from his hand, immediately checking it over. That was what got him to turn around and face her, the half-folded map still in his other hand. “It’s fragile.” She informed him with the indignant defensiveness of an investigator just scraping by on their own ingenuity. He squared up to her with a tense line pulling at the corners of his mouth; he wasn’t taking this lightly.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“You need to leave. Put all this in the truck and get out of here.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech shook her head, confused. “Wha- why? I just wanted t'see what-”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“There’s nothing out here worth investigating,” he interrupted brusquely.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech’s brow dipped into a frown. Nothing worth, not just ‘nothing’. “Whaddyou mean? How do you know?”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤMidnight seemed… unsettled? Tech wasn’t sure. He stalled for an answer by folding Tech’s map the rest of the way down, into a pocket-sized square.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“I will explain everything to you if you would just,” he turned half away, aiming a gesture meant to mean her at the truck’s cab, “get in the truck. I’ll-”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech opened her mouth to take her own turn at interrupting when she was accosted by a bizarre sensation, like someone had slipped up behind her and, without even a whistle of air as indication, cracked a two-by-four across her shoulder blades, forcing the air from her lungs but somehow without the pain. Just force. Tech's little machine dropped out of her hands. She pitched forward, arms outstretched. Midnight, with a grunt of surprise, caught her by the biceps. She closed her fingers over his dusty sleeves.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Tech, what- ?”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech shook her head. I don’t know? She took a breath. Her chest felt… shaken. Buzzing. Numb? A wave of heat started in the center of her chest and rolled out from there. She blinked at the scarlet blossom forming in the sand at her boots. One petal at a time… She straightened: Midnight’s expression crumpled. The pain that followed her next breath felt something like grabbing a handful of cactus that was still spined, if said cactus were the size of a building and said spine the size of her forearm, now running straight through her chest like a sewing needle through a bead. Her vision flared red, then white. She could still feel the grit of his sleeves under her hands; she gathered handfuls of the fabric.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“-Midnight?”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Pumpkin-” His grip on her arms tightened. “Hey, look at me.” What he didn’t say, though it somehow seemed implied: don’t look down.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤThe universe tilted strangely, wobbling back and forth, her sense of gravity gone, until she felt the hard ground against her spine. Flat. When her sight came back she found herself looking at the empty sky, so blue and bright it burned her eyes. A clap like thunder rolled over the sands. The thought occurred to her: “I… Someone ...shot me?”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤThe question felt dumb on her tongue. She would know, wouldn’t she? If someone had shot her just now, she would know. As her heart began to beat, catching up with the few it must have missed sometime earlier the burn became obvious. Each little leap sent a ripple of it out from her chest, dwindling to sparks at the edges of her torso. She reached for the center of the tide. She closed her fingers on fabric that was soaked. Another hand —Midnight’s, some whispery part of her acknowledged, and was unalarmed— pulled her hand away. A second later, she was being lifted into a sitting position. The pain lanced sharply. Tech cried out.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤMidnight had, with something (gauze? she couldn’t tell) grasped in hand, pressed one palm to her chest and the other to the back of her shoulder and pressed. Crushed, she’d even say. Tech grabbed Midnight’s shoulder. She tried to speak but couldn’t find words beyond the wildly insufficient “..ow.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤMidnight didn’t address her complaint, focused wholly on compressing what Tech could only assume was a hole in her chest. In her heart. She began to shake.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“What- what happens?” She’d never been shot before. She’d been clipped, certainly, grazed once or twice or maybe a few times by a standard Better Living Ray Gun, beaten down with fists and feet, acquainted with the unfriendly side of a knife so often it almost didn’t strike her as so unfriendly —never shot. Maybe it was another understatement, but the way every bit of her kept alternating hot then cold then hot again made her think it would be bad. He didn’t answered. Tech adjusted her grip, vying for either his acknowledgement or at least a sense of reality. Shot? By who? For what? ㅤㅤ“That. That was a bullet yeah? A real one? ‘Cause the, the ray ones, they don’t make that noise, they’re not that loud.” The sheer concussive blast. She wondered how someone could be holding the thing that made that noise and not be deaf forever after just one shot. “Is that- does it make it worse? Does it- do something?” Do something like what? It was already being shot: would a metal bullet change the facts? “Fuck,” she whispered, “I didn’t see anything I didn’t think that there was anything out here it was just a dead zone, I thought- I thought the ridges were doing something or maybe there was a weird reflection but it’s just more desert.” She might have turned to look at said surrounding desert, but she didn’t even make her head turn halfway before something snagged her focus, there on the sand just past her feet. His duffel. “That’s like what yours is isn’t it? That case- it’s because it’s made to shoot that far? I- you can’t even see it but it might mean whoever did it is high up, right? And you can’t even see it because it’s so far away, there’s no warning I- oh god can they still see us?” Would the next shot be for him? “You shouldn’t stay, you should- I’ll- ’m already- but if they haveta reload or they just can’t shoot, you go before they can I don’t- I don’t want- nn-”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤMidnight had first interrupted with a gentle ‘Hey’ somewhere around the mention of the dead zone, but Tech didn’t hear it, not on a level that gave her a way to stop or answer. Twice more, ‘Hey. Hey.’ each more insistent. In the end, she was reached by the pressure against her chest doubling. The dull, radial pain sharpened, stabbed. She exhaled in a faint whimper. When she finally focused on Midnight’s face, her eyes overflowed with tears and hysteria.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Wide open spaces,” she quoted him, newly understanding, “wide open spaces sit funny.” If he recognized his own words, it didn’t show.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“First, I'm gonna need you to take a deep breath for me.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech nodded. It took a moment, a handful of shallow puffs in preparation, but she managed. Long, slow pull; shuddering but measured release.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“What happens now is you breathe, and you keep looking at me, and you don't fall asleep on me.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤFall asleep? She was a fork in an electric socket; everything was alight. Nevertheless, she nodded again and tried to take another breath where the air actually sank into her lungs. If he was concerned about it, it was a possibility.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“I'm going to pick you up and get you in the car, and we're gonna go back to the Haven, and we're gonna get you through this.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤThe way he said it was so certain. We’re gonna get you through this. A fact, he said it like a fact. Through it? She almost asked him how but didn’t want to put him in the position to have to attempt to explain the impossible. Tech squeezed her eyes closed, trying to stop the flow of her tears if for no other reason than that they didn’t change anything. A person didn’t get through being- being— there was a word for it, she knew, for being shot somewhere vital from far away. She couldn’t find it, but knew it was a synonym for killed. This was how she got killed. Years down the road, if anyone ever asked Jack about her, he would say she had been killed.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤMidnight put arm around her back, the other under her knees. He lifted her easily. Despite the sudden wave of nausea that came with leaving the ground, Tech found the hold comforting. Despite the glimpse she caught of a cherry red stain in the sand, she was eased away from being terrified. By the time Midnight set her in the passenger seat of Jack’s truck, the tears had slowed, almost stopped. Her breathing hadn’t quite hit a pace that deserved to be called stable, but it wasn’t a struggle to speak.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Gear shift sticks unless you push it a little to the right first.” Midnight shot her a sideways look. He pulled the driver’s side door closed.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Need you to keep pressure on that. Hard as you can. Don’t let up if you don’t have to,” was his only offered return, but he took her advice as he started the truck and set its tires to turning.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech did as she was told.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤShe wondered privately whether any amount of pressure could postpone this, never mind the minimal amount she was capable of inflicting on herself. It was a unique sensation: her hand was cold, fingertips slightly numb, and yet it was also doused in warmth. Heavy warmth. Warmth that seeped out from underneath her palm. And still, cold. And it didn’t even seem like it was slowed: when her heart thumped, vying for another beat, it just pushed up between the creases of her fingers, re-dousing the whole of her hand in warmth that could not warm. Tech blinked at the sight of the ground flying past beyond the window. She was tempted, as she watched the ridges disappear, to simply… let go.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤBut Midnight was there.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤHe was staring, hard-eyed, through the windshield. His face seemed pale. He kept adjusting his grip on the steering wheel; his hands were covered in blood. Tech watched him with a growing sense of dread that did not seem to belong to her. The blood. The speed at which they were traveling. These were distant facts. She was immersed in the familiar rumble of the engine and the smooth feel of the worn leather.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤWith effort, she pushed herself away from the passenger side and invited herself instead to sit in the jump seat. She gathered her feet onto the seat with her and tucked herself, neatly, to Midnight’s side, borrowing (or perhaps lending?) calm. She rested her head against his shoulder.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤIt was a shame that they didn’t have any music. The radio only fizzled and whined quietly. “‘s stuck on one station,” she told Midnight, gesturing at the number frozen on the display, “has been… forever. He won’t let me fix it. …. Says he’ll get around to it.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤIt was a shame that they didn’t have any music. Without it, there was nothing to hear but the creak of the truck’s ancient suspension and the irregular ping and clatter of rocks against the underside of the chassis: the sounds of monotony on a journey across any piece of the desert. It was normally the kind of thing that felt like it took forever, but Tech blinked and truck was dragging to a rough stop inside the Haven’s front fence.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤAlready?

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤShe had to admit, she hadn’t thought she’d make it this far. Her shirt was stuck to her torso, hugging her ribs even when she tried to shift it loose. It stuck to the seat, too, peeling away with a wet zip when Midnight lifted her out through the driver’s side door. He swung around and stomped straight into the Haven without stopping to close the truck’s door or wait on whoever that was Tech had spotted climbing down out of the watch tower.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“The right,” Tech told him, wondering if he remembered from being hauled in there, “Tox.. 's on the right.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“MADDY?” a yell to shake the heavens.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech did her best to show Jack she was -for one more minute- okay, lifting her head to look at him over Midnight’s shoulder, raising her hand in a weak flutter of fingers. She couldn’t look at him for very long. It was difficult.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤHe followed at an unhealthy distance, pestering not with questions but with presence. He would have, Tech knew without doubt, demanded a transfer of arms if not for the fact that they had already reached their destination just inside the doors. In just a handful of seconds, Tech was set down on the long silver table that was the closest thing to actual medical equipment in the whole of the Haven. Even with a layer between her and it, the steel was achingly cold. ㅤㅤ(She never understood how that worked- even in the desert, the metal was always cold.) Someone pressed down on her shoulder again, drawing a groan out of her. She made a vague attempt to escape it, twisting in place. Jack cradled her face in his hands.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Mads?”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“…..Did some'n’ stupid.” Tech tried, for his sake, to sound teasing.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Stupid,” Jack didn’t disagree, “but you came back. You keep coming back.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech closed her eyes against the fresh wave of tears. She nodded. Kept coming back. She wanted that on any memorial anyone gave her, kept coming back. Ran but never away. Was here. “Toldja… there was somethin’ weird….. out there.” Turned out to be a weird thing that was trigger happy. Who knew? Well, everyone here did, now. Good. Better that they know and stay away, then.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤJack said something. Tech could hear him talking but couldn’t tell what the sounds were supposed to be. Her head seemed heavy; her thoughts sagged. Her eyelids fluttered, but only just, as she battled the strange urge not to open them again.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Tech? Hey, Tech, c’mon.” She didn’t know when it had happened, but the person hovering over her, holding her head, was no longer Jack. “Come on, come on back.” Tox. He propped her up slightly, the rhythmic squeeze of his fingers at the back of her neck somehow drawing her back in a seat of awareness. Tech blinked.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTox was easier to look at than Jack, and it had nothing to do with the slow response of her eyes’ focus. Looking at Jack just now, as she had been swept through the Haven, had been like looking at a car crash, a raw nerve. Everything was pain, forward and untempered. That was always the way he looked when she was in trouble, and the only time he ever looked like that. Tox was the opposite. His worry was there, concern unhidden, but whatever pain was causing it couldn’t be read like a magazine headline. It was tucked away somewhere, neatly, so that he could still offer Tech a faint smile.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Hey, there you are. I need to ask you something. You in there enough for that?” His hand felt uncommonly warm on the back of her neck. For some reason it made her feel more awake. She nodded. Tox mimicked the gesture, an echo of agreement. “I thought so.” He adjusted in place; took a breath. “Alright, listen. They missed your heart- crazy, I know, I’ll tell you about it some time, just listen for a second. The bullet missed your heart, but it damaged an artery. You’re cold and tired, your fingers might be numb? That’s why.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“…Bleedin’ too mush,” she murmured. He nodded again.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Bleeding too much. If we want to stop it for real, I have to get in there and close the tear.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤA sick chill pulsed down her arms. Tech shivered. Get in there. Tox’s mouth became a flat, pressed line. Yeah, get in there.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Listen,” Tox insisted again, “… I don’t have a good way to get you unconscious. If we do this-”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤA sudden, wordless protest. Jack was still in the door, and he surged forward.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“What do you mean ‘IF’, Tox? Just-”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTox silenced him with an uncommonly severe look.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Jack,” he barked, “I need you out of here five minutes ago.” Tech got the impression Tox would have backed his statement up physically if not for the fact that he was still carefully holding her up. “You too.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤThere was a beat of resistance. Jack remained a shape in Tech’s peripheral for a handful of seconds. She could tell he was looking at her. Probably waiting for her to disagree, let him stay. For that reason, she kept her eyes glued on Tox’s profile. Jack swore though his teeth and retreated into the hall- at least one other person went with him, but Tech couldn’t see or think who it was. Tox focused back in, gently squeezing the back of her neck again to double check he still had her attention.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“If we do this,” he began again, “…we do this with you awake. You’ll probably pass out before I’m done, but it’s not a guarantee. It’s your choice. You gotta pick quick, but …your choice.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech was often someone waylaid at choices by misgivings; second thoughts; indecision.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤThis was not one of those times.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤThe people she loved — who loved her had the right to try to stop this.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“Do it.”

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTox smiled. “ 'Attagirl.” He planted a kiss on her forehead.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤThe next steps weren’t for Tech: Tox had to do his best to have sterile tools and hands. Lith had to make sure anything they might need would be within reach. Tech’s shirt had to be cut away. Then Tox had her tuck her left hand under her back and slide her right hand into Lith’s to hold on to. Lith was also responsible, in no uncertain terms, for keeping Tech’s shoulders pressed as flat to the table as humanly possible- as still as humanly possible.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤHe started in with minimal warning.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤIf it had been a hot poker before, it was the entire set of fireplace tools now. Tech screamed. There was no other word for it.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤ“I’ve got you,” Lith was quiet if only by comparison.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤTech had told herself she wasn’t going scream. It wasn’t something anyone was trying to draw out of her: it wasn’t Tox’s fault that there was no other way to do this. The least she thought she could do for him was make it seem less cruel. But that was an option denied to her. Overridden, the worst burning- the worst feeling she had ever known left her to scream until the world melted away completely. The last thing to go was the fire, which took a final few bites of her heart before everything was black and cold and endless as an empty night sky.

ㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎⁤  ㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎⁤ Ｉ̜͘ '̠͝ ｖ̧̥̱́ ｅ̧̙̝͘ ｇ��̷̨̱̩̗̱͠ ｏ̴̷̴̯͈͔͎̖͜͝ ｔ̀̕͏͚̤̞͉̪̕͢ ｙ̷̕͘͘͝͠͏͔̱̜̬̘̯ͅ ｏ̵̡͟͜҉͟͏̝̜̞̹̼͚͈ ｕ̶̡̨̨̯̹̣͕͚͈͚̦́͟͢͜.̶̀͘͢͜͡҉͏̼̻̯͉̘̹̮̯

[chalcoporos]

but what if chiaki gets depressed every time she sees a sunset because it reminds her of the fountain scene in dr3 😁

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

i havent slept in over 24 hours bc of finals week so idk if this will make sense but

canon!steddie meeting modern!steddie

okay lemme explain

like. steve and/or eddie experiencing dimensional time shenanigans and ending up in a version of the modern day where there's modern versions of them and everyone they know

i just think the possibilities are very funny and cute and interesting like

80s!steddie x modern!steddie double dates, double the steddie for the price of one

modern!steve speedrunning 80s!steve's sexuality crisis bc he figured out he was bi years ago thanks to the internet, dustin's incessant research habit, and modern!robin's support (i need you to know modern robin has an undercut, it's not relevant to any plot ideas herein but it's important to me <3)

modern!eddie introducing 80s!eddie to more recent metal/rock (80s!eddie would go crazy for system of a down this is fact) + 80s!eddie's whole fashion and aesthetic driving modern!eddie nuts bc 'holy shit you're genuine vintage dude' lmao

the way i would i kill to see 80s!eddie or 80s!steve react to a smart phone (except modern!steve can't laugh because the walkman 80s!eddie has on him eludes him just as badly lol)

can you imagine 80s!steve reacting to like. WAP. or doja cat. pls it would be so funny. doubly so because he'd probably come to eventually like that genre of pop but my god his poor scandalized 1980s sensibilties

the possibilities for modern!steve's fashion are so funny bc 80s prep is so distinct from modern prep fashion, like i know in my heart modern!steve had a fuckboi phase in high school where he at least very much looked like one i know he did asffjsksk

also pre-relationship shenanigans that are absolutely ridiculous bc how tf you gonna be jealous of yourself from another dimension/time period?? 80s!eddie doesn't know but he sure is feeling some typa way about how friendly his steve is getting with eddie's doppelganger

meanwhile 80s!steve thinks modern!steve is so much cooler and has hit shit together so much better than he does (he very much does not, the modern era simply has better support systems for students who struggled to get into college + therapy is more readily available, rest assured modern!steve is just as big of a dingus), of course his eddie would wanna spend more time talking with the better steve

anyway i need steddie and i need funny time shenanigans. might fuck around and draw these idiots interacting. after i take a 3 day nap ofc.

[urstruly-ghst]

Can I request a Headcanon for the dorm leader when they know their s/o like a queen of gamble (similar to kakegurui gamble but they never lose) and make like a billion of this.

Just imagine some male students come to them and ask for a gamble with a crazy prize when the dorm head is with them...

Sorry if it to specific. Of course if comfortable witb this.

note : i dont do gambling. well, not by cards (stupid genshin). but i do know some mechanics of poker, and played it as a ruse for boredom, but then again; please do not try to dabble into gambling

gambing is a dangerous addiction, so you might not find it addicting at first, but trust me. it will :')

riddle rosehearts

Well, for Riddle, he forbids gambles to enter his dorm, but he can't avoid card games-- after all, his dorm is based off of cards. Gambling with money is a no no, but you can gamble chores, food, time, notes, just not madol. Riddle understands that cards aren't going anywhere especially in his dorm, so he allotted a few exceptions for the card games his dorm is fond of.

Riddle didn't know much of cards, and he assumes you don't play much, seeing as you fumble the cards quite messily or how you just avoid the proposition of playing cards with Ace and Deuce.

So he was quite in a shock when you two were just chilling in his lounge, talking and getting to know each other (stealing a few kisses in those moments,), and just being wholesome lovers-- and all of a sudden, a male approaches you two with a furious look.

Apparently, he wanted a rematch, and you were flushed when he started glaring at you-- Riddle was confused and was exchanging looks between you two.

You stood up, and accepted the challenge, while reassuring Riddle you'll win and that you owe him an explanation for the disturbance.

Riddle was in shock, he has never seen such fierce looks on your eyes as you draw out each card, perfecting each move-- he watched in bated breath as you gave out a Royal flush! He applauds your skill, and waits until you came down from your high from winning another match.

Riddle watched in awe, as you stared at him sheepishly, holding out the prize you won in a gamble. He listens intently while you share your experience, and how you were dubbed "gambling royalty", needless to say-- he's impressed

But he won't let you off the hook, because you still gamble and those things are prohibited in his dorm and school. (spoiler alert: he lets you off easier than the other person, just because you won-- and that he loves you and wants cuddles afterwards)

leona kingscholar

He didn't like noises, and you knew that by heart, so, in order to not disturb your huge grumpy cat lion, you gamble in the shadows. While it might not be illegal in his dorm, you do know how rowdy the crowd and yourself can be when getting sucked into a game or two.

However, since some students are persistent to win against you, you end up staying for hours and hours, even if you persist you won fair and square. They all yell "REMATCH", at your face, and the spark you feel when you best them is quite unattainable.

Leona grumbles all the time when he wakes up to see you gone, and coming back smelling like some jocks, a bit of roses, and sweat. Leona will eye you down when you enter the premise from a long night of gambling, ever since then, you avoid gambling for the sake of not getting in trouble with Leona.

All was going smoothly. You and Leona bonded, napping in the gardens more often, kissing when no one is looking, being the teasing lovers you are. It was all mushy and romance till one student from Heartslabyul demands a rematch, after a week of you avoiding the gambling matches offered to you. You sweat when you saw the student rapidly approaching you in the gardens, Leona went out to stretch, leaving you alone in the fresh garden sun.

You weren't sweating due to nervousness of losing, in fact, you are quite confident in winning, but you don't want to just leave when you and Leona are being couple-y and bonding quite well. Also, you don't want Leona to tease you with the stupid title they give you.

Leona saw the challenge and approached you lazily, glaring at the student who seemed to shrink when he realized this was bad timing, but the student pursued to not leave until you accept the challenge.

You accepted and to Leona's surprise, you won. You flashed out the round 4 of Ace, grinning proudly at your achievement of winning once again.

Leona was really impressed, and smirked, looking down on the loser, his eyes were enough to tell the loser to get lost. They fled, this left you to deal with this lion who eyed you. The teasing eyes, you knew he won't let this incident die down.

azul ashengrotto

Azul was a cunning man, he had a knack for board games, so he is quite well versed in playing cards, he knew what to do and how to gamble his chances in games.

He had heard about a undefeated player of the cards around in the campus, and he was itching to beat them, or at least strike a deal for the student. He didn't know why, was it his pride in the cards, or was it his curiosity. Azul never knew it was you, you hid it because you know damn well Azul gets too frisky when he tries to challenge an when he wants to strike a deal. You numbered out the many reasons why you shouldn't tell Azul your little gambling secret just yet, maybe in the future of your relationship, but not yet.

Soon, you began to regret that because Azul, the dumb lovable idiot, is now in a pickle when the fellow students you beat in a gambling match just a few weeks ago. They demanded you, a rematch, and a few threats that the twins heard. The twins were eyeing Azul, waiting for the orders to dispose the fellow, after all, they know that he is so protective over his dear Angelfish.

However, Azul saw a deal, he saw a glimmer of another good business transaction, and he called you over, smiling cheekily. You knew from that cunning eyes, he knew, he gave you a small smirk and just cheered you on.

This began your gambling sessions for coupons and notes from the Octanvinelle dorm. Azul made your luck and skill in cards a good business trade, you win, Azul gets to let them work for the lounge, you lose they get what they ask from Azul.

Don't worry, even if he did somewhat use your talent, he praises you on each move! Even if it is the wrong move...

kalim al asim

Poor Kalim, he didn't know how to play cards that well, nor did he gambled much-- Jamil will scold his ears off if he heard Kalim dared to waste his money in gambling. So he was veryy interested on the rumors of an undefeated champion on the gambling grounds.

His first instinct was to ask Jamil, and pout when he couldn't fish the answers out of Jamil. Jamil knew, he stared in deep thought, and Kalim just knew he was calculating ways to tell him to avoid the gambler.

Kailm then approached you, and you giggled nervously as you tried to avert his attention to something else. You and Jamil had this agreement on not to tell him, after all, you knew how dangerous a gamble is. Especially in your Kailm's case, you knew he had the bad tendency to just throw money away, so you tried to keep your mouth shut.

But, all secrets are bound to be revealed, because while you tried to avert his attention, a sore loser just spat out how the rematch must be held again, because he swore that you cheated in game.

Kalim watched as you tried to tell you don't know him, but you got irritated, and told him to just sit and watch how you will beat this annoying student for being so obnoxious. You won, and Kalim was so in shock.

He cheered and cheered when you played, and he was very happy with you winning, sticking his tongue out to the loser and just showered you in praises. He now knew why you didn't want to tell him, but he still pouts because he wanted to know how awesome you are?!

vil schoenheit

He knew gambling as a horrid practice, Vil just finds it a waste of money and effort. You could be working and you're here relying on luck? For what a quick buck?

He just find no appeal, money is earned, why rely on a gamble, when you can steadily grow your income. However, he understands how the game can appeal to the desperate, VIl himself saw people in the industry find relaxation in throwing funds.

Because of his view and beliefs, you tried to hide the fact you were quite the skilled gambler. You didn't want him to lecture you too, how you might be just waiting for a lucky strike to appear. So you kept it under the wraps, and made sure to bribe Rook to shut up about your hobby (he found out by following you, per request of Vil)

Vil was aware of the many rumors of an undefeated champion in gambling, he was quick to say its probably from Heartslabyul, but he was quite shocked when he lurked around and find you flawlessly winning the round in a free time gamble in the Mostro Lounge.

You blushed and stammered when Vil saw you, and you feel embarrassed at how he seemed proud of you in a sense, but you can see in his eyes-- a lecture will commence on how you shpould play.

idia shroud

He plays gacha, games with in-app purchases, so he knows a gamble in a sense. He is also part of the Board Game club, so it checks out. Ortho knows just how much of a beast he is when he gambles for his games or anything that sparks excitement in his life as a gamer.

Ortho had relayed the message to him how there's this one person in NRC who is always beating anyone in a gamble, and how they are still winning despite multiple rematches with said person.

Idia was intrigued, and asked Ortho to snoop in and find information, maybe he can challenge them in an online match? If he used such tech, he can maybe find a pattern to beat them or find a lucky pattern.

Ortho understood the assignment, and snuck into many matches, many dorms to catch a glimpse of the gambler, and Ortho gasped in shock when he your smirk and confident attitude in playing, he clapped his hands and watched with joy as Ortho silently just passed the message while cheering for you!

Idia panicked and nearly fainted when he saw that message, how come you never told him your luck? And how did you win so easily? He feels challenged and was ready to beat you! Oh, but only if you want to;;

malleus draconia

He was confused, he never knew why gambling was such an appeal, he finds it too easy and too rowdy for his tastes. But he does find intrigue on how some gamble so much, just because of hope they'd win.

Malleus was very attentive with things, so he does know how to gamble in a way, but he buried that passion and talent just because no one plays with him. It only sparked once again when a booming rumor of how this gambling royalty struts and wins without much effort!

He really wanted to see for his own eyes, but he didn't know where to start, so he asked you if you knew of the rumors or have you met the famed royal.

You avoided the question and tried to divert his attention, because you knew if you revealed to him right now, Sebek would chew you out for having his precious wakasama engage in such act of temptation!

Malleus shrugs it off and decides to go to his dorm's lounge for refreshments, he invited you, but you declined (you had a rematch), he turned his heels and was about to be out of earshot. But just as he was about to disappear, student in Heartslabyul fumed and stuck its tongue at you, saying how "just because you won our gamble, means you will win again! Rematch!"

You knew that even if your tsunotarou wasn't there next to you, you can tell that he is listening. He has the sharpest ears you know, and your breath hitched, when a pair of green eyes from afar glowed with a teasing glint.

You gulped as that look meant a moment of teasing and possibly a round of tables with your dragon fae, you knew you had quite a planned event after this match.

[mermaidxatxheart]

Angel to You

Ok. I have no excuse for this one. I need church.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Public sex, unprotected sex, Oral (male/female receiving) anal play (slight), praise kink, swearing, using knives inappropriately. If I missed anything, let me know.

Thank you to @tinymalscoffee and @countryrockmama for proofreading this mess for me. Title is from the Click Five song, but it has nothing to do with the lyrics.

The common room is cold. Space is always cold. So, why is he sweating? Rey is looking at him with a knowing smirk as he tries to subtly wipe his forehead. There’s an unusual amount of downtime right now as they move between bases. Finn has his legs propped up on Rey’s lap, napping like a cat. That man can nap anywhere.

But mostly, Poe is focused on Y/N, sitting on the chair opposite from him. A mirror is propped in front of you, makeup scattered on the table around the base of the mirror. A long, wicked-looking, silver knife is pressed along the corner of your eye as you draw on your eyeliner into a sharp wing.

You’re fucking dangerous. Knives are your favorite toys, you have no less than twelve on you at all times. One of these days, Poe just knows that he’s going to piss you off, and one of those knives will embed themselves somewhere on his person.

He is both wildly terrified, and insanely horny.

To make matters worse, you haven’t said a fucking word since you sat down an hour ago to start doing your makeup. There’s no logical reason for you to do it. There’s no place special for you to go, but here you are, tormenting him.

Rey knows that he’s crazy about you, and also terrified. She thinks it’s hilarious. She also finds it immensely funny that he can barely string two words together when you’re around.

You pick up the false lashes in your special box of torture and carefully apply them, batting your eyes to get the full effect. You don’t need them, you don’t need any of it. You’re beautiful on your own, and most of the time you don’t wear it. Only when you and Rey sneak out to the cantina on margarita night. What makes it even more confusing to him, is that you’re wearing a sports bra and sweatpants. You look like you’re going to work out. Except for the carefully applied makeup.

Out comes the red lipstick and he nearly fucking groans. You paint your lips with the smooth, fiery red color, pressing them together and then puckering them in the mirror.

You’re going to kriffing kill him. You fluff your hair, tipping some of it into your face, covering part of your eye and your lids lower. It’s seductive, the way your eyes flick to him over the mirror. His eyes drop in embarrassment at being caught staring, only they fall to your collarbone. There isn’t any safer, your dog tag chain sparkles in the sterile light of the room, bright and clean in a way he has never seen before. It drapes over the curve of it, cascading down your chest to hide under your sports bra. The straps of the dark fabric make a little gap against your skin and he can just imagine sliding his fingers under them, pulling them off your shoulder to expose your chest.

Fuck.

You lean back, sliding the mirror out of his way. “Well?” You ask, as though he should already have commented.

“I... what?” He asks stupidly.

“What do you think? How do I look?” You ask slowly.

“I, yeah, good. Sure.” He rambles. Yet again, words fail him. He wants to say that you look gorgeous, stunning, devastating. He wants to tell you that he loves you and the image of those perfectly painted lips wrapped around his cock is driving him crazy.

You smile, it’s a wicked thing, twisting your mouth up on the ends. “Just good?” You ask, lowering your lashes slightly.

“Huuuh. Uh-huh. Like it. Good job.” Ugh, good job? You fucking idiot.

You lift your hand, opening those sultry fucking lips and pushing your finger inside all the way to the first knuckle, never taking your eyes off him. You close your lips around the digit, pulling it back out. A ring of red lines the base of your finger and that’s it, he’s done.

He pushes himself up and leaves the common room as quickly as he can. He needs some air, so he heads for the secondary flight deck. It should be mostly empty and there’s a dark corner where he can mostly hide until his raging hard-on disappears.

He finds the corner, only having to wave to a handful of people who don’t bother to ask what he’s doing there. He takes a deep breath, facing the wall and hiding his face.

Nails drag along his shoulders and he jumps, turning to see you. His pulse skyrockets. “Y-Y/N,” he stammers, his skin burning where your hands push against his chest. Your nails are long and wicked sharp, just like your eyeliner, scraping against his shirt and you back him into the wall.

“I love the way you say my name.” You sigh, starting to unbutton his shirt. And he simply does not have the brain capacity to even think about stopping you. It doesn’t register for him that there are mechs just a dozen feet away, going about their business while you set him on fire. You pull his shirt free of his trousers, nails raking over his shoulders as you push it off him.

He has to be dreaming. There’s no way you’re really here, in the hangar, with your hands all over him like this.

“Poe?” You start, fingers trailing down his chest to his nipples. He stares at you, your voice like honey, soft and sweet as it coats over him. “You think I’m pretty?” You ask.

Maker, do you really have to ask? Every day you have dozens of rebels, strangers on the street, women, aliens, non-sentient beings lining up to try to be with you. Shit, even Rey has tried-maybe succeeded-he can’t get a straight answer out of you.

He nods, still not knowing how to word.

“You want to kiss me?” You ask and his eyes fall to your bright red lips. He nods again. “Tell me, Poe. Tell me you want to kiss me.” You plead.

“Please?” He moans, voice cracking and shaking. “Please can I?”

“Not what I said.” You pout. Your nails drag over his nipples and the pleasure is unreal.

“I w-want to kiss you.” He says and you smile, pulling his head down to yours. You kiss him softly, lips moving gently against his. His eyes flutter closed as he opens his mouth for you, a moan pulling from his throat. You squeeze at the back of his neck, licking into his mouth with your hot tongue. You drag your tongue against his, coaxing it into your mouth. Your hips grind against his as you suck on his tongue, holding him tight. He moves his hands to hold onto your waist and you pull back, blinking heavily.

“Can I have more?” You ask breathlessly. He nods again. “Tell me I can have anything I want, Poe.” You plead.

“It’s yours.” He moans. You sound so wrecked, how can he say no?

You kiss down his jaw, dragging your hot tongue down his chest, stopping to tease his nipples. Fuck! He’s so fucking hard. Someone walks by no more than fifteen feet away, not seeming to even see you. You drag your teeth across the sensitive pebbles and he shivers. You continue to move down his body, your mouth never leaving his skin.

And then you’re kneeling in front of him.

You look up at him, perfect makeup except for the smudged lipstick and he’s never been so fucking hard. You quickly unbuckle his pants, pulling them down to his knees. His aching cock springs out, tapping you on the cheek and you moan softly.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Dameron.” You pout, wrapping your hand around it. Your fingers barely touch, but it’s blistering. Shit, he’s not gonna last. Why are you doing this to him??

You open that perfect fucking mouth and let the head of his swollen cock rest against your tongue. It’s hot and wet. He stares down at you, eyes wide with shock, lust, fear. Your eyes flick up to him, wide, framed by your perfect makeup, and his cock twitches on your tongue. You hum in approval, curling the tip of your tongue against the rigid underside of the crown.

Fuck! That feels amazing as you tease it just like that. He’s terrified to move, you might disappear. You lean back on your heels, crossing your arms in front of you and he realizes much too slowly that you’re taking off your sports bra. You drop it to the ground next to you and let him get a good look at your perfect breasts.

Fuck, he’s imagined, dreamt about it, what they look like under your tight shirts, what they feel like filling his hands, what they taste like as he sucks on them and marks them with his tongue and teeth. But never did he imagine you would be doing this to him.

You cup them, dragging your nails around your hardening nipples with a quiet moan as you pull on them. His cock twitches at the sight of you being so rough with yourself. You push up onto your knees, grasping his aching cock and rubbing the tip on your nipples, tapping them and smearing them with his precum weeping out of the tip.

Fuckfuckfuck!

He glances out towards the floor of the hangar, seeing people not paying any attention to you. Fuck, this is so fucking hot. He looks back down at you as you resume the first position, tongue out on the bottom of his cock. It’s so debasing, having you kneel in front of him like this. One would think he had all the power here, as he towers over you and you just blink up at him, but honestly-you control him. You could probably peg him into this wall until he was a crying, cumming mess, and then he’d thank you and ask for more.

In fact…

You take his hands, trembling at his sides, and guide them to either side of your head. Your tongue trails up and down the tip, lapping up his leaking cock. His fingers thread through your soft, silky hair, but he doesn’t force himself down your throat, which seems to surprise you.

“Poe Dameron. You are a fucking treat.” You moan, looking up at him.

“I, you, okay.” He breathes and you grin.

“Gonna treat you so good, baby.” You promise, opening your mouth wide and wrapping them tightly around the head of his cock. You immediately start sucking, teasing him with your tongue as it swirls around the tip and his brain goes right out the tip of his cock with it.

He’s dumb, watching you suck him. Those lips looking better than he could have ever dreamed of, as you stare up at him. You brace your hands against his thighs as you slowly, torturously, push your mouth further down his thick shaft. Your tongue is licking and stroking every inch that you can get to, superheating his senses. Your lips stretch around him, he can feel you puffing through your nose as he reaches the back of your throat.

If he were capable of coherent thought, he might be inclined to think this is where you’ll stop and pull back, before you choke yourself and ruin that pretty makeup. There’s still a few inches of his shaft left outside your sinful mouth, that has to be too much for you to take. But no. He’s just a dumb bitch as you take a deep breath, hold his gaze and push the rest into your mouth. The tip of his cock slides down your throat, probing the silky heat of it and it pulses on your tongue. Your throat tightens around him, gagging as you stare up at him. Your eyes start to water as your throat squeezes him tightly over and over. Your tongue never stops moving on his shaft, massaging everything you can reach.

He’s panting, moaning softly as you have your way with him in the not-so-private recesses of the hangar. After a minute, you slowly pull your mouth back, dragging him out to the tip where you suck harder than ever. Your tongue is everywhere, licking at the tip, teasing the top, underneath. Your eyeliner smudges slightly and he wonders if you did all that for this very moment.

You push back down slowly, taking him back into the depths of your heated mouth. Your throat convulses around him as you hold him there, buried down your throat and he’s never felt anything so amazing. He’s been with girls, he’s no virgin, but you’re something else entirely.

You cup your tits again, pinching and pulling on your nipples as you suck his cock. You pull back, slurping obscenely as you suck all the way to the tip again. Your red lips pucker around the head and he groans, throbbing on your tongue.

You slide your mouth down, still sucking as you move down the underside of his shaft. The length of him rests against your face as you suck all the way down to the root, tongue teasing in circles. He can feel you at his sac, your breath washes over the incredibly sensitive skin there and you lick slowly. He moans, feeling your wet, hot tongue lavish his nuts. One of your hands grips his shaft, pumping agonizingly slow, thumb rubbing at the tip before sliding back down. Your grip is to die for, just the right amount of pressure to keep him on edge.

You suck one of his balls into your mouth, licking and teasing it, worshipping it as you moan quietly. You never look away from him and he can’t tear his eyes away from what you’re doing to him.

You suck harder, fist cork-screwing up and down his rock-hard shaft. You angle your face up, tongue darting out behind his sac as you tease the sensitive skin there. His moans are getting more and more frequent as you torment him slowly. The pleasure is already higher than he’s ever been, you’re taking him apart one atom at a time.

“Y-Y/N,” he gasps and you moan, sucking harder. He won’t last much longer.

You take his length back into your mouth, starting to bob your head a little faster. You cup his balls, massaging and pulling gently and he’s gonna burst. Oh fuck, he’s gonna cum hard! Your makeup is running now, his cock jabs the back of your throat. His length is slick with your spit as you deep throat him over and over. His legs are trembling, his fingers twisted in your hair.

He pants, cock tightening, balls trying to pull out of your expert hand. You lean back, mouth open, lipstick smeared, tongue out and you pump his shaft hard and fast. The thought of seeing his cum on your skin, of you wanting his cum on your skin, triggers him. He grunts, muscles flexing as his cum sprays over your face, your tits, your neck. The pearly ropes of thick cum stick to you as you drain him. Your hand milks his cock and then you wrap your lips around the head, sucking for more. The over-sensitive skin throbs at your hot touch and he gives up a few more jets. You lean back, opening your mouth to let him see it coating your tongue before you swallow it with a sinful moan.

You scoop some off your face, licking your fingers clean as you devour it. You rub the ones on your tits into your nipples and fuck if he isn’t getting hard again. You stand up and smile at him, covered in his cum, your makeup a mess.

Fuck, he’s in love. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. You rake your fingers through his hair, licking into his desperate mouth.

“I’m not done with you, yet, Poe Dameron.” You whisper, biting his lip. “Gonna walk back to your quarters with your cum all over me so everyone knows.” You pull your sports bra back on, adjusting your breasts so they’re half falling out at the top. His cum glitters in the dim light and you moan.

You step out of the shadows and march through the hangar, with no shame as you show off your pearl necklace. Poe sinks back against the wall, breathing hard. What the fuck just happened?

That was the best blowjob he’s ever fucking had. Unsteadily, he pulls his shirt back on, getting half the buttons wrong, but he can’t bring himself to care. He half runs back to his quarters, almost believing you won’t actually be there, that you were just fucking with him.

But there you are, spread out on his bed, naked and beautiful. Maker, he’s fucking hard again. You stand up, walking slowly towards him and he can’t take his eyes off you. You prowl around him, locking his door, and then your hands are on him.

You wrap your arms around him from behind, digging into his chest as you hug him, your breathing ragged. He can feel your breasts press against his back as you cling to him, starting to unbutton his shirt again.

“Poe?” You whisper softly. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? I’ve waited and waited for you to make a move. But you never seem interested.” You pout, sliding your warm hands under the fabric of his shirt and gripping his pecs.

That’s what you thought? That he didn’t want you? He shakes his head.

“Was I wrong?” You hum. He can feel you bite the collar of his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders.

“Of c-course I wanted you.” He manages. Is that a sentence? Did he skip words in his nervousness? “You’re devastating and gorgeous, and dangerous. How could I not want you? But you terrify me.” He admits as his shirt falls from his arms to the floor.

“I do?” You ask curiously, lips pressed against his bare shoulder.

“Of course, you do. And why would you want me?”

You practically purr against his back as your fingers drop to his pants buckle. “Why wouldn’t I want you?” You slowly unbuckle him again, dipping your hands inside to stroke his cock. “I want you over and over, in your bed, in the sickbay, in the hangar, in your ship, in my ship, in the commissary, in the fresher. I want you anywhere you’ll have me. I want to do everything to you.” You moan, feeling him grow hard in your pretty little hand.

“I w-want that.” He moans desperately.

“Walk forward, baby. To the edge of your bed.” You say softly, tugging on his cock just right. He grunts, moving forward, breathing hard as you pump him. “Stop.” You order when he gets close.

“Can I taste you?” He asks pathetically. He wants to feel you explode on his tongue, knowing he’s the reason you’re cumming.

“You want that?” You ask, pushing his pants down to his ankles. He steps out of them and nods.

“More than anything.” He says firmly.

“Alright. Do what I tell you to right now and then you can taste me.” You promise and he’s fucking thrilled.

“Okay.”

“Bend over. Hands on the mattress.” You say softly, lips trailing down his spine. He does as you instruct, acutely aware of how close you are behind him. “Spread your legs.” You say and push down gently on his back so his ass is pushed out all for you. A little thrill of excitement floods him as you grip his ass cheeks, spreading them wide. You nip at his cheeks before licking slowly around his puckered hole. His cock throbs as the pleasure starts simmering in his belly. You lick and tease, moaning softly as you taste him again. You bury your face, starting to suck and lick at the same time before wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He moans loudly, letting you know how good you’re making him feel.

You focus there for a long time, pumping his cock and licking his asshole, and just when he thinks he’s about to cum again, you pull away.

“You still want to taste me?” You ask and he nods, his mouth watering. “Okay.” You lay down on the bed and spread your legs for him.

Maker, he can’t believe this is actually happening. He kneels at the edge of the bed, feeling up your bare thighs, loving the way they fill his hands. He lowers his mouth to your slit, guiding your legs over his shoulders. You seem happy to let him take control for the time being, and he doesn’t want to let you down.

He licks slowly up your dripping slit to your clit, the sweet taste of you sitting on his tongue. He swirls his tongue around the little button, teasing it slowly. You let out the softest little mewling noise and he keeps doing it, teasing you until you grip his hands, hips writhing, begging silently for more.

He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and licking and flicking and swirling it in circles and you gasp loudly, lifting your hips into his mouth.

“Yes! Oh fuck. Poe, yes!” You whine. He moans softly, stroking his tongue down the underside of your clit, before back up and around. You lace your fingers with his, squeezing every time he hits the right spots. Your thighs are trembling on either side of his head, your breathing is short and ragged as he draws every ounce of pleasure he can get for you. He wants to make this good, so maybe you’ll let him do it again. Your noises turn him on even more, knowing they’re all for him.

You moan loudly, lifting your hips like an offering to him, and he knows you’re close. “Baby, oh Poe! Fuck! Fu-“

He sucks hard, flicking your clit fast and in circles, and your body convulses, shaking in his grasp as you cum, mouth falling open, too lost in how good he’s made you feel to even make a sound. His cock throbs at the sight of your undoing. So beautiful, absolutely devastating as you come apart under him. He doesn’t stop sucking, wanting to give you more.

You drag his hand to your breast and he cups it delightfully, capturing your nipple between his fingers and squeezing. Your sharp gasp lets him know it’s right and he keeps up the pressure as he feasts on your delicious pussy.

“Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe!” You chant his name like a prayer as he brings you close to another orgasm, your fingers twisting in his hair as you hold his face right where you need him most. Your cunt is flooding with your juices as he pushes you higher and he can’t believe how lucky he is to be able to worship you like this.

You cry out, back arching as you cum again, powerfully, your fingers nearly breaking his in your grip to hold onto anything to keep you grounded.

Maker, he could do this to you all day.

But of course, you have other ideas. You pull on his hair and he reluctantly lets go of your clit. He licks down to your entrance, swiping his tongue through the weeping juices. He moans loudly at how good you taste, going back for more.

“Poe Dameron, y-you’re a fucking treat.” You sigh, tugging on his hand and spreading your thighs to release him.

His brain releases the words before he can even consider them. “Seems like I’m getting the treat.” He says and you laugh, scooting back on the bed with some difficulty.

“Always knew you were a funny guy.” You murmur, pulling him down to kiss you. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, tasting yourself as you lick through him. His cock bumps against your belly as you writhe under him. He ruts on instinct and you moan, reaching down to grasp his shaft.

“I really wanna be on top first.” You mumble. “But you ate me boneless.”

“I’m happy to do it again.” He offers.

“Later. After I’ve had your cock inside me. I’m so desperate for it.” You say and his heart does a weird rhythm in his chest.

“Okay.” Is all he can manage. He lays down on top of you, getting your legs around his hips and your lips turn into a pout just before he wraps his arms around you and rolls over.

“What are you doing?” You ask, clinging to him.

“You said you wanted to be on top first? Or did I dream that?”

You kiss him deeply.

“I can do all the work if you need me to.” He says and you grin, pushing yourself up. Stretched over him, naked, stunning, reaching for his cock, he’s in heaven. You’re beautiful. He wishes he could capture this moment forever. His hands trail up your body, cupping your tits as you grasp his cock, rubbing the tip over your slit.

“You might not all fit. You’re so big.” You moan, rocking your hips down. His mind goes blank as your hot heat envelopes the crown, squeezing it and wrapping it in velvety perfection. His mouth falls open as you wiggle your hips down further, and he thinks he just might combust. Your center is so blistering hot, so wet, so tight. He holds onto your hips, feeling you rotate them to work him in further. It drags and pulls on the head of it in the most perfect way, he can’t pull his eyes away. There’s nothing else in this universe, just you and him, trying to break the laws of physics, sharing the same space.

He slides in another inch and you moan loudly. “Unh! P-Poe!” You gasp. He slides his hand over to cover your lower belly, thumb finding your clit. He strokes it slowly, getting you wetter to fit more of him inside your core. You hold onto his wrist like a lifeline, sinking lower onto him. He rubs slowly, feeling your walls contract and release over his length. Your eyes lower to his, blown wide with desire. Your lips are parted, wet with your saliva, breathing heavily.

“Please?” You whisper, voice breaking. “Please? Stretch me, Poe. I want all of you inside me.” You moan.

Fuck, he’s yours to command.

He holds onto your hips with both hands, mesmerized by the way you start to play with your clit to keep up the stimulation. Your inner silky walls are fluttering like crazy around him and he wants to feel it everywhere. He pushes his hips up slowly so that he doesn’t hurt you. Your mouth falls open as he pushes deeper, stretching your walls around his cock.

“Fuck.” He curses quietly, you roll your hips and it drags with blinding pleasure. He gets another inch inside you before he feels your natural end, your cervix nestled right up against the throbbing head of his cock. He nearly cums right there. There’s still about an inch or two outside, but he doesn’t care. The way you’re gripping him right now is better than anything he’s ever felt before.

He lifts his knees to support you and you lean forward, bracing your hands on either side of his head. Your eyes are glassy, blissed out. You roll your hips, dragging along his sensitive shaft as you lean over him, breathing shallowly.

“You’re so big. I can feel you.” You moan, placing your hand over your belly. “Poe! Oh fuck. You feel so good inside me.” You whine.

“So good. You feel like heaven.” He breathes, brushing your hair back. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He stares up at you, drinking you in.

“I need y-you to do the work.” You mumble and he grins.

“Okay.” He guides you down to him, feeling your breasts against his bare chest and his cock throbs inside you. You wrap your arms around his biceps, holding on as you bury your face in his neck.

He shifts your knees up higher around his waist and wraps his arms around your back, holding you tight against him. “You’re so soft, everywhere.” He moans.

“Poe,” you moan, licking against his ear. He pulls out a little and rocks back in, a shallow thrust, getting a feel for how you react to him moving. You clench around him, begging for more. Your slick is coating his balls, you’re so wet and all for him. He pulls out further, before thrusting back in harder and you whine.

“Yes, harder, fuck me harder, Poe. I wanna feel it all.” You plead. He starts up a steady pace, alternating with deep and shallow thrusts, craving every single way you react to him. Your cunt is gripping him so tight he can barely pull out, and each drag sets him on fire. He grips your ass, feeling it fill his palms as he thrusts into you, burying his length over and over.

He moans your name. “Gotta roll you over.” He mumbles and you nod, clinging to him. He rolls you over, thrusting in deep as he does, feeling your core suck at the head of his cock. You wrap your legs around his hips and he starts thrusting faster, harder, deeper. His cock disappears into your perfect pussy over and over, your inner walls stroking his shaft.

Your nails dig into his back as you whimper and moan for him, begging him for more. The pain of your scratches is beautiful, a lovely offset to the insane pleasure you’re also giving him. He can feel you tightening around his length, walls begging to flutter. You search out his mouth with your own and he drinks up your noises, kissing you deeply.

“G-gonna cum, Poe. Gonna cum on your bi-big cock.” You gasp.

“Let g-go. Show me what a good girl you are.” He moans, slamming in deeper, harder, faster.

You tighten more, bucking up into him with a sinful moan. Who knew you liked being praised? He’ll have to keep that in mind, as soon as he can find his again, that is.

Your entire body trembles as you orgasm, clamping down on his cock as you cry out his name. Fuck. Your mouth falls open, breathing hard against his lips, an open mouth kiss. He licks at your tongue, your lips, inside your mouth, feeling you pant and whine for him. He throbs inside you, fucking you through your intense climax, but he’s not ready to be done yet, doesn’t ever want this to end. He slows down, nearly pulling out of you.

“What’s the matter?” You ask, looking down to where he’s connected to you.

“Catching my breath.” He kisses you again, he could kiss you forever and still never be bored.

“Am I not-“ you trail off, face twisting into concern.

He kisses up your jaw, licking just under your ear, and is rewarded with a shiver. “Sh. You’re perfect. I’ve never felt anything like you.” He sucks at a particularly sensitive spot, feeling you tighten again on his cock. He sucks and bites and licks, leaving his mark on you, letting the rest of the base know he’s yours.

You moan, digging your fingers into his hair. “I want you to cum inside me. It’s safe.” You whisper and his cock jumps. “Do you want me in a new position?” You ask, almost shyly. It’s so different from every other time you’ve spoken to him that his brain short circuits at the almost innocent look on your messy face.

“What? Okay, we, yeah, can.” He nods dumbly. A dumb bitch baby.

“How do you want me?” You ask, fingers trailing up and down his biceps.

“Every way.” He mutters on instinct and you grin.

“Okay. After this, we can go to Leia’s office and you can fuck me on her desk.” You tease.

“Yes, please.” He moans. The thought of taking you, claiming you somewhere so inappropriate, somewhere so forbidden is so tantalizing-he wants it.

“My naughty boy. You’d do anything I’d tell you, wouldn’t you? Let me do anything I wanted to you.” You brush his curly hair back. He nods mutely. You wreck him. You own him. “Can I pick the position?” You ask, tracing your thumb over his bottom lip before pushing it into his mouth. He sucks, swirling his tongue around it while nodding. “Fuck, Poe. How am I’m ever gonna stop fucking you long enough to win this war?”

He has no answer, just pulls your thumb deeper into his mouth, sucking all the way to the knuckle. You moan, pulling it out. You push against his chest and he rises up, slipping out of your heated core. His cock complains, bobbing in the cool air of his room. You sit up, coming eye level with his weeping cock.

“Poe, baby,” you whisper, opening your mouth and taking his shaft completely down your throat. You suck hard, swirling your tongue around and over it as you pull off agonizingly slow.

He hisses, trying to breathe.

“I taste so good on you.” You sigh, rolling over onto your hands and knees. Your perfect ass is in the air and you adjust, spreading your knees wider to lower your hips. You lay down, face in his pillow as you reach back and spread your glistening pussy for him.

Shit. Fuck.

You arch your back further, wiggling your ass. “Baby?”

“Gimme a second. I’m trying not to cum.” He grunts and you smile apologetically. He can see your pussy flexing for him and he groans, lining his cockhead up with your entrance. He holds onto your hips, trying to hold back, he’s so fucking close, you ruin him. He’s hovering at the opening, gritting his teeth. You moan loudly, pushing your hips back and taking him completely inside you, all the way to the root.

He grunts, fingers digging into your hips to hold you still. Your body is shaking, quivering in his hands and he realizes you’ve had a mini orgasm from forcing him all the way in.

“Oh fuck, Poe! Oh, maker!!” You gasp, rolling your hips wildly. “Yes! Yesyesyesyes!”

“Fuck.” He moans, feeling you fuck yourself on his cock. You drag along his shaft, gripping him so tightly that he doesn’t stand a chance against you. “St-stop.” He pleads. He needs a minute to adjust. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. “Y/N!” He grunts, but quickly realizes that you can’t stop.

Fuck it.

He grabs your hips harder and pulls out, quickly slamming back into you. He sets up a wicked pace, pounding you deep and fast with every thrust. You roll your hips with every drag, inner walls sucking at him, begging him to stay deep inside you. He spreads his legs wider and leans down over you, crushing you into his mattress as he pounds your beautiful, perfect cunt. Your name slips from his lips like a prayer, begging you to give him all you have. He has you caged, you can’t move-all you can do is take it. He reaches down between your dripping, messy thighs and easily finds your clit. He swipes his fingers over it in tight circles in time with his thrusts.

You keen loudly, reaching for his head. He bites your earlobe, feeling you contract around his cock.

“Good girl. Let go, baby. Let go for me.” He mumbles, fucking you faster. You tremble, convulsing under him. Your legs go rigid and he follows you down to the mattress, still burying his length over and over as he strums your clit. He’s not letting you come down from this one, gonna keep you up there in the clouds with him. Your moans get louder until you’re practically screaming. “That’s it, let the whole base know who’s fucking you so good right now.” He grunts.

“Cum! Cum inside me! Oh maker, Poe! I need it. Fill me up!” You beg as he torments your clit endlessly. He bites into your shoulder, enough to leave a mark but not to break the skin. Your body is putty in his hands as he fucks you into his mattress. He doesn’t stop fingering your button and you’re getting tighter and tighter and tighter around him. “Poe! Oh fuck!!! Yes! Yes! Harder! Baby fuck me harder!” You plead, trying to pull one leg up towards your chest. He holds it higher for you and slides in just a little bit deeper.

“Gonna cum.” He grunts, feeling you spasm around his aching cock. He can’t put it off any longer. You feel too good.

“Do it!” You cry out, rolling your hips as best you can. He pins you down, rooting his throbbing cock inside you, reaching the deepest part of you as he unloads, spraying thick streams of cum, painting the walls of your womb white. You sob as you cum again, squeezing the life out of his cock as he empties inside you, walls rolling as you milk him, still begging for more. He gives a few more thrusts, still addicted to the way your body clings to him before laying down on top of you, hard cock still inside you.

He wraps his arms under you, holding you to him. “You okay?” He asks softly.

“Perfect. Fuck, Poe. If I had known you were gonna fuck me like that, I would have cornered you years ago.” You mumble and he grins.

“Wish you would have.” He replies.

“Short nap. Then the next round.” You yawn. “Seriously not gonna be able to stop.”

“I’m okay with that. And anything else you wanna do.” He agrees and that wicked smirk he’s come to fall in love with reappears.

“Good boy.” You praise and his cock throbs inside you.

Round two might be sooner than you think.

Devil to Me*

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[narukoibito]

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Am I Your Lockscreen?

Summary: Harry misplaces his phone.

AO3 | FF.net

Note: This took absolutely forever (months!), but here it finally is. Thanks for the ridiculous prompt Anon. This is complete, unadulterated fluff. It’s ridiculous, and I just can't. Haha, I hope you enjoy!

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Harry was in the middle of stifling a yawn when he heard the rumbling downstairs.

Must be Fred and George, he thought, stretching his arms over his head. He let them fall back on the cot, with a content, food coma induced sigh. He was thinking about taking a little kip when Ron stirred on the bed beside him.

“Sounds like Ginny’s home early,” Ron grumbled.

“Ginny’s home?” Harry perked up, only to cough self-consciously at the strange look Ron gave him. Right, best mate’s little sister, he reminded himself. Except she was so much more than that. As if on cue, he heard the tinkling of her laughter below.

“Oh, I guess that’s nice,” Harry said casually, leaning back into the cot and pretending to go back to napping.

After a moment, Harry sneaked a peek. Ron had returned to fiddling with his phone. Texting Hermione probably.

Good save, Potter.

Unable to stop himself, Harry reached into his pocket to protectively touch his phone. Only to come back empty-handed.

His eyes popped open.

He straightened and immediately began to pat the blankets around him, his hands searching with a growing franticness.

“Mate?” Ron asked.

“Have you seen my phone?” Harry looked under his pillow and the sheets, on the verge of panic. He always, always kept his phone with him, especially —

“Er, no?” Ron sat up, confused. “Let me call you.”

Harry waited with bated breath as Ron dialed his number. He glared at the rumpled sheets pooled around him, willing them to start ringing.

Finally, there came his tell-tale ring! Only it was…

Shite. Shite, shite, shite!

It had been a moment of weakness. At her last football game, he had snapped a photo right when she’d made the winning shot. Then, like the idiot he was, couldn’t resist saving it as his lockscreen.

“Harry?” He heard Ron’s cry of surprise behind him as he moved, wrenching open the door. He bolted down the stairs, taking two, then three steps at a time, racing toward the ringing.

Just as he rounded the corner to the kitchen, Harry saw Ginny. Even in the midst of his panic, he couldn’t stop the way his stomach swooped at the sight of her standing there in her football training kit, with her long hair tumbling over her shoulders, her freckled skin that glowed, her pale fingers that he longed to hold.

And then, as if in slow motion, he watched as those very fingers reached toward the dining room table.

Fuck.

“Whose phone—?”

“Argh!” Without thinking, Harry launched himself into the air. 

His fingers triumphantly curled over the phone.

Sweet relief coursed through him as an invisible audience cheered him in his head. Safe! He was safe!

Only of course his foot caught on something, and Harry went tumbling headfirst onto the floor. All those years of football training meant he automatically rolled, protecting his head, even as he crashed against the cupboards.

“Harry! Are you okay?”

He blinked away the spots in his eyes to see Ginny looking down at him, her brown eyes bright with concern. She leaned in, her face tantalizingly close.

“Fine. I’m fine,” he croaked, his face flooding with color and not only because he was upside down.

And he was fine, despite the spinning room, because Ginny was here, smiling down at him. The fluttering in his chest mixed with the squeeze of relief that she wasn’t looking down at him in disgust or, worse, pity at having uncovered his secret.

“I see you haven’t lost your flair for dramatics,” she said wryly.

“Constant vigilance,” Harry said, pleased when she laughed at the reference to that ridiculous counselor from that summer camp their parents had enrolled them in as teens. Counselor Moody used to do all sorts of mad things to scare them, like popping out of the bushes. Harry and Ginny used to catch each other’s eyes and laugh about it back when she was nothing more than his best mate’s little sister.

Harry’s eyes couldn’t help but wander from her face, only to flush and snap his eyes upward. She certainly wasn’t so little anymore.

“Let’s get you right-side up, and then maybe you can explain why you were pulling a Moody.”

His stomach curled into knots at her proximity as she helped him. He tried to think of something charming to say, which was hard when she was dusting him off and unintentionally sending goosebumps up his arm.

“I was testing your reflexes,” Harry blurted. “I’m still faster than you.”

“Oh, like that really counts when you suddenly shout and fling yourself at me.”

Why was it that the challenging look on Ginny’s face only made his heart skip a beat?

“Element of surprise.” He reached up to adjust his crooked glasses, something tickling in the back of his mind like he was forgetting something. Focusing was difficult with the intoxicating scent of flowers short-circuiting his brain.

“Well, for all your bluster…” With a mischievous glint in her eye, Ginny triumphantly raised his phone screen to his line of sight. “You still lose.”

Harry’s heart dropped to the floor. His eyes darted from the phone to her face and back again. He made a wild swipe for it, but Ginny was prepared.

“Whose call were you so eager to answer, hmm?” she taunted as she ducked into the family room.

“No, Ginny!” He followed her frantically, nearly knocking over a vase. “Come on, don’t—!”

“Not Cho, I hope?” She ran around the couch, strategically placing it between them. Her hand waved the phone tauntingly at him.

“No,” Harry said, slowly drawing nearer, adrenaline drumming in his ears. He frantically looked for an opening. “Cho and I aren’t a thing anymore.”

“Then it’s no problem if I check, is it?” Ginny turned the phone toward her, eyes slowing lowering — with his heart lodged in his throat, Harry lunged.

The two of them tumbled to the ground in a mess of limbs.

Harry groaned at the sting from where his head had connected with the floor. Somehow, in the chaos, he had managed to be on the bottom, which was good because Ginny hadn’t felt the brunt of the fall. But as the pain began to recede, he was suddenly very much aware of the soft curves pressing into him, her legs tangled up with his. She moved, wiggling enough to make him yelp.

Oh God, was this it? The only time he would ever get this close?

How pathetic could he get?

“Harry?”

He winced and waited for her to punch him and call him a pervert or something. When it didn’t come, he dared to open a tentative eye. Ginny had lifted herself up, hovering above him, her fiery red hair a curtain around them. Unable to stop himself, he stared up at her, bewitched by her freckles up close, the growing flush on her cheeks that reminded him of a sunset.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Am I your lockscreen?”

Harry swallowed hard, his chest twisting painfully. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Her lips quirked upward. “Planned on keeping it a secret for life?”

“Worth a shot,” he said dryly, even though his pulse was racing. She was smiling — could that possibly mean…?

“Yes, well. Now that the cat’s out of the bag, what are you going to do about it?” Her eyes flashed.

His traitorous hand reached up, lightly brushing her hair back. As his fingers skimmed her cheeks, she released an unsteady breath that whispered against his face. Ginny, his best mate’s little sister, his brilliant friend who could kick his arse, who made him laugh until his cheeks hurt.

“Ginny,” he said, barely able to think over the hammering in his heart, trying to form the words he had been reciting endlessly ever since she and Dean split up. “Will you be my lockscreen?”

Wait. Did he just…?

Mortification surged inside him. Where was a hole to bury himself in when he needed it? He would never be able to show his face around the Weasleys again — how was he going to explain that to Ron? He’d go abroad, Scotland maybe, explore castles or woods, anywhere really, just somewhere far, far away.

A peal of laughter tore him from his runaway thoughts. Ginny gave him such a bright smile, it was hard to look at her straight on. She was leaning closer, her eyes blazing. “Only if you’ll be mine.”

“Fair is fair,” he said, holding her gaze for what seemed like an impossible time, the tension between them making his chest want to burst, and then suddenly they were kissing.

He had imagined this moment many times in the past few months since his feelings had all but clobbered him over the head when he and Ron bumped into Ginny and Dean snogging under the bleachers. He’d replaced Dean with himself, imagined his hands around her waist, his lips fused with hers.

But this — this was so much better than anything he could have imagined. All conscious thoughts were obliterated by a warm sunshine that effused his every nerve.

“Harry,” Ginny breathed heavily when they finally broke apart. The smile she was giving him made him smile what was surely the soppiest smile in existence. “That was…”

“Lockscreen worthy?” he asked like an idiot.

She chuckled, her body shifting against him, turning that sunshine inside him to molten heat. “Might need to double check.”

“Happy to oblige,” he said, as she leaned down and kissed him again. He ached to be closer, his hand tangling into her soft hair, and she pressed closer as if also driven by the same reckless desire. He was so lost in her, he only barely registered the distant noise that was getting closer.

“Where’d you go, Har— oh my God!” Ron’s cry pierced through Harry’s hazy brain. “Get off my sister!”

Fear spiked through Harry. He looked up at his best mate (who was hopefully still his best mate), who looked as if he had been clubbed on the head.

“He can’t get off me, I’m on him!” Ginny replied unhelpfully.

“Oh then… Get off my best mate!”

Ron grabbed her ankles and started pulling her off of Harry, but Ginny, in a fit of rebelliousness, clung onto Harry harder.

Over their bickering about “bro code” and “we don’t need your permission” and “took you both long enough, but no snogging in the family room,” Harry let his head fall back with a thunk against the floor.

Nevermind – Scotland it was.

[unreasonablebehaviour]

Pls take this random assortment of dsmp “hcs” (which is actually just me rambling out my ass but we love to see it//)

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- Sam just like gets really fuccn energetic in a thunderstorm... like just hyperactive but also like v strong..... also immune to electrocution :)

- He’s also like all creepers are, shit terrified of cats which is v funny considering he’s sorta friends with ant

- Even funnier if u want to take the ‘canon’ fact of ant being a whole ass 20 feet tall

- Speaking of ant and this absolutely isn’t a hc but I just find it very funny that people draw humanoid versions of all of the non human characters EXCEPT for ant who I have only ever seen drawn as a cat ghgh

- Bads skin colour is deadass vantablack like if he holds his hand in front of his face it just seemingly vanishes and you can’t pick out where his hand ends and face begins

- I want him to look terrifying.... like absolutely massive a complete unit of a man, sharp ass teeth, sharp spikes and horns, sharp claws, white glowing eyes........... but he’s just like “owo” at all times ghgh

- Skeppy has chronic pain from the diamonds growing inside his body and out of his skin... sometimes he ramps up how cheerful he is to try and hide how much pain he’s in that day

- Ranboo’s body is longer on his enderman side and so he physically can’t stand up straight unless his shorter leg is on a slope

- He’s half silverfish... mainly cause I think that’s funny like hehe both those and endermen are linked to the end/stronghold and can break blocks

- This does also mean he joins bad and skeppy in the ‘help I am v spiky’ club tho

- Also also like absolutely none of his clothes fit cause his limbs are so disproportionately long so rip his ankles in the tundra I guess

- Shortza supremacy

- Sapnap... blaze boy..... I want him to steam when he angy...... v warm to the touch and all of the dteam lay on top of him when it’s cold lmao

- George is like some weird ass mushroom man.... like he looks completely human for the most part but he’s not he just never tells anyone cause he has the mentality of ‘well no one ever asked?’ Or ‘it didn’t seem important’

- When he’s in danger the surrounding plants try to help him (like lmao there’s a war goin on? Nah just take a nap and miss out so you won’t get hurt :) )

- Imagine how much funnier the lmanberg saga would be if schlatt just looked like his profile icon rather than his mc skin.... just cute tiny sheep man in a sweater... I think it’d be like that one gif of the teddy bear slamming its head onto the table to acquire angy eyebrows

- Dreams has symmetrical white patches down the front of skin... kinda like vitiligo but not? Like deadass pure white

- I also kinda just imagine him having creepy solid black eyes ghgh (haha it’s cause he’s possessed)

- He’s immortal and kinda just snapped tbh like half the reason his actions are so manipulative, selfish and drastic are both because he’s so desperate to have control over things in his life and because low-key he kinda hopes that people will find a way to kill him off or get rid of the thing possessing him (I just want a happy ending :( make him not evil pls my poor heart can’t take a non happy for everyone ending//)

- Puffy is fluffy :) I will not elaborate further

- Revived people have creepy blacked out maybe kinda glowing eyes.... paler skin.... scars and phantom pains from their injuries....

- Phil just deadass found Wilbur hiding inside a fridge and took him home with him... wil just assumed the fridge was his mom and Phil found it too funny to correct him

- Tubbo is a moobloom hybrid and all the bees love him ok 💛

- I think it would be funny if dream just deadass can’t see shit through his mask rap considering all the feats he has done

- Phil is v old and ‘wise’ but is also fairly detached from reality as a result cause he can’t really remember what earlier parts of his life were like to understand how other people act

- I also think it’d be hilarious if he ironically had like 0 life skills... cooking? He’s shit at it. Sleep schedule? Never heard of it. Taxes? Isn’t that a state?

- The floors in the tundra trios homes are constantly being ruined by techno having hooves and Phil and maybe ranboo having claws... like u no how u can like dent and scrape a wooden floor with heels? Kinda like that

- Speaking of those three I also think it’d be very funny if they all collectively became useless or started fighting in the presence of a gold block cause like 👀 ‘oo gold/hehe shiny/hold block’ mentality

- Quackity can shapeshift.... but he’s like a ditto and always has the :] face.... mmm also maybe keeps any scars he has

- His ability to control this decreases the more he dies

- So like u could he talking to him and just suddenly he looks like someone else or like a weird mishmash of people and just hasn’t noticed lmao totally not freaky at all

- Literally non of the tundra trio are equipped for the weather like u have someone from the hot af nether, bird man who’d realistically be prone to hypothermia and someone who’s allergic to water like lmao why do yall live here what is wrong with you

- I want niki to just be very exasperated by this fact

- I want her to bake goods for her friends... tailored to their tastes.... cheer up food :)

- Also i forget when she changed her skin but I think it’d be very funny if she dyed her hair pink as an intimidation factor to tommy cause she knows he dislikes techno

- Puffy ily but I do not trust you with Tommy after the disaster that was bbh and skeppys relationship counselling

- The concept of the totems being foolish’s children is very funny to me like just the implication that he just leaves his kids in random chests for people to steal and that when they witness someone die they just explode with revive energy or something like w h a t

- Ghostbur either isn’t actually Wilbur and is just some entity pretending to be him hence the ‘poor memory’ OR him and limbo Wilbur are two halves of one entity

- I just find it v sus that he’s the only ghost that’s ever shown up... and regularly at that

- mmm tubbo hard of hearing.... relies on reading lips the best he can when to help clarify what people are saying but he can hear people well enough if they raise their voice quite loud

- cursed hc but what if ash and Zachary were somehow michael decendants and they like porkums cause he’s either originally a family friend or he just reminds them of stuff

- Ok half of these aren’t even hcs anymore and is just me rambling but who let Karl be in charge of the time travel he has such strong himbo energy

- That being said villain Karl when 👀//

- Why is tubbo like one of the smartest most accomplished people on the sever... he’s like 17..... like my man has been president, developed a new form of fast travel, has a family, developed a nuclear weapons program by himself, launched a man into space, developed a whole town and more .... like who let him have this much power he can barely read//

- I think it’d be funny if techno was just really bad at strategy games..... like ok technically he’s not bad at them but like he just spends 4 days analysing every last minute detail every round to optimise his chances of winning//

- I feel like people don’t give Jack enough credit for the fact he cheated death using nothing but spite

[bansheeoftheforest]

I am very tempted to draw the Ghost AU branch, don't get me started. Ghosts being fond of the living and helping them out with busy work is my jam. Also just.. so much possible fluff and fun. They've all been dead for a while so there isn't any angst about bodies (except Edward because we need at least a little hurt/comfort), so you can focus almost entirely on the shenanigans, like-

Lodger: Hey, I found this old journal in the attic!

Ghosts: *eagerly leaning in, trying to see which of them it belonged to.*

Lodger: Whoa, the writing in this is super explicit—

Other ghosts: *groaning as Hyde cheers and adds a tally to a piece of paper under his name*

Also just.. so much other fun. Rachel knowing modern English but speaking in Ye Olde whenever the others are annoying her. The others teaching Jasper how to read and write because I imagine those weren't really skills a 2nd century shepherd would have access to. Edward coming up with increasingly crazy stories of how he 'went out in a blaze of glory' and the others listening to them like campfire tales. Henry slipping into boat terminology and getting flustered when he refers to parts of the building as the galley or the main deck, etc. So much fun to have.

Also I've now decided that the Ghost Group all nap in a huge pile cuddled up together, either platonic or poly or qpr vibes, any could work. Ghosts being cats my beloved.

This is super long already but I just had a thought: what if one of the Lodgers accidentally ruined an experiment of Maijabi's and it somehow brought the Ghost Group back to life? Just a huge flash and suddenly there are four people panicking as they are once more affected by gravity. The Lodgers helping the four re-learn being alive. Robert teaching Henry how to dance so he can finally introduce his surprise business partner at events. Rachel getting to eat her own cooking for the first time in centuries. Jasper being able to feel all the fuzzy critters he's been caring for. Edward getting to join the Lodgers drinking games and having the time of his revived life. Let the ghosts have fun.

Look, Jeks, at this point it's my job to tempt you and also you are an amazing artist and my hands are basically stubs at this point so I will force you if I have to <3 /s /lh /j

I just... I love all of this so much. The four of them all being pals and the only hurt comfort being from Edward and wherever his body is, the quartet teaching each other their special skills and gushing about their old hobbies and interests and encouraging each other to tell the most outrageous stories from their life, or make up clearly fake stories of how they died. Edward constantly teasing Henry about being the most boring pirate and Henry reminding him over and over that he was barely a part of the navy, he was just a navy surgeon, and just... So much fun. SO much fluff. Them leaving their journals/possessions around the place because they have been protecting and keeping them safe for all these years, sometimes the Lodgers can find very very old clothes from the middle ages or different boat... Things. Like ships-in-a-bottle and uniforms since Edward's stuff probably would mostly just raise the questions where or who those belonged to, and Jasper's stuff would probably only be a shepherd's cane. Just... Yes pls <3

ALSO YES. I bet Henry 'n Jasper would be the best pillows because Henry is the tallest, i.e more headspace for the three others, while Jasper is chubby legend and very much is the perfect pillow. They sleep on the floor, on carpets in front of fireplaces, on the roof, everywhere and just... <3

OOHOHOHOHO

OK BUT IMAGINE IF NO ONE BUT ROBERT AND MAIJABI KNEW THEY WERE BEING HAUNTED SO FOR THEM ALL OF A SUDDEN FOUR PEOPLE JUST SHOWED UP OUT OF NOWHERE? Also I'd just love the thought of all four of them falling to the floor, groaning before realizing that. Shit. They can touch the floor and it hurt to hit it and whY ARE THEY NOT TRANSPARENT WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BREATHE-- THe four of them panicking and also cheering because they are alive!!! Holy shit!!! Also give me Henry's entire face turning bright red when Robert enters the room because he heard the commotion and just... Henry forgetting that Robert can see him now so just... Ddhdhdhdh. I love this so much <3

Oh my god wait.

imagine them pulling "Well back in MY DAY--" on the Lodgers.

AND IMAGINE IF EDWARD KNEW ONE OF THE LODGERS' PARENTS/GRANDPARENTS BECAUSE HE LIVED AND DIED IN THE SAME TIME PERIOD AS THEM AND THEY WERE PALS??? DSSDFSDF

[gally-hin-phantom]

I cleanned my stuffs and found old paper doodles, early sketches and ideas for projects !! They're all at least 18-10 months old because my wip list was long *oof*

Now I kinda miss sketching on physical paper...

Check the blurry mess and behind the scene under “Keep Reading”

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Starting with some happy Dannos for an abandoned idea of people patting him (didn’t draw the hands), the right corner one is a sketch for this post

Early idea for this drawing of hurt and captived!Danny 

Very very early draft for my first Wes drawing

Very early dirty draft idea of all my fav characters tho I like them all (except Spectra :c !) 

Early idea for this comic oof And a bunch of Maddie the cat , I did a full illustration of the middle one but never release it

I really like their dynamic, so different yet so similar I didn’t set a Vlad’s design at this point

Sometimes I like to use my second art style, but not often (Danny and young!Vlad) Straight lines, more cartoony and thin characters

I was trying to find college design ideas, and I never finish poor Tuck 😢  I planned to release all the design the day I finish Dash’s fic (the art is actually finished for a long time now but I wait a bit because Dash’s design is a spoiler) The hourglass is an abandoned idea too

Abandoned idea for stickers/pins for myself (I will probably print those for me instead), an abandoned fluffy Danny!clones family napping idea on the left and an adult!Danny’s suit research on the bottom

Early blood blossoms draft for this transparent art

Early draft for this transparent art and headcanon 

A Dani early idea whose became the cover of the Prologue of my comic project you could read it there on Tumblr or on A3O An very early draft of child Sam and child Paulina And a happy child Dash idea for my fic (abandoned idea)

Early sketch for my ghostsona, a Dani, a Maddie the cat, and an early sketch for Star and the side hoes week

Fallen Hero au is actually very old, Danny at the beginning really looks like Dan, omg god it’s very very early drafts, please use your imagination ^^” -Early abandoned idea of Sam and Paulina teaming up on the right upper corner (Sam was supposed to have a purple suit, Val a red one and Paulina a pink one) -Vlad hugging a dying Dani in the middle -Maddie and Jack cornered by evil!Danny in the bottom left -Tucker and Jazz in the right corner, watching Danny’s destructions in front of their computers in their basement (not long before their deaths)

My oc Camille aka Vlad’s secretary, first sketch

Divers ideas, expressions for my Dani comic project, as always you could read the prologue there on Tumblr or on A3O

And the best for the end xD

[sugar-petals]

Cuddling With SuperM

↳ ❤︎ CARO’S NOTE: their concept is all about badassery i know but we’re dealing with seven angels so let’s talk about that shall we

warnings ⚠️ some light teasing, innuendo

length: 1.5k

taeyong

am i really telling you something ground-breaking with this:

so this guy’s truly adorable

turns into a baby what else is new

draws his knees to his chest and just enjoys the ride with his eyes closed

you can do whatever the hell you want

back rubs, head pats, foot massages, caressing the neck or underneath the chin which is particularly sweet

and a whole lot of tickling he’s kinda obsessed with this

excellent chef he is, taeyong enjoys preparing snacks for a set cuddling time or movie night

so what if this turns into feeding each other basically are you ready for that

this guy’s impossible face up close is hard to bear for the faint-hearted just mentioning that in passing here

because… he has that one yearning expression and his eye contact is very steady

bit of a duality here huh

but worry not because taeyong’s tiger inside is more of a cat actually, tyongkitty behavior guaranteed right there

he does do friendly head buts and yeah the eye contact is also a cat thing now that i think about it… it all makes sense now

ten, baekhyun, lucas and taemin are pretty cocky types of cuddlers, taeyong leads the more subdued fraction in super m

it’s the kind of cuddling that needs rainy weather and a cup of tea

ten

quality time right here

banter is always included ofc

or at least a lot of talk because with ten, conversation and cuddles go together

likes pets joining, three’s a party, a cat can always make a snuggly contribution

add a ball of wool to play around

like. a-you, a-me, and a cat right in between ya see

music is always playing in the background, always

ten’s body is very sensual… you can tell he’s a dancer by the way he’s adapting, how he’s feeling it, how he moves in general

the reflexes are just so different he has great feeling for what you wanna do next it’s his bodily intuition and he just goes along with it

what you gotta tell him though is to keep it lowkey with keeping his jazzy outfits on

a hoodie cuddles better than high fashion and spiked jackets

plus he looks adorably small in it so two birds with one stone

never forget ten is really tiny that sure makes a difference

reluctant little spoon, he keeps it face-to-face or sleeps on his back

ten is glad to be approached with hugs he’s not always doing the initiative

shy thailand angel ikr

but don’t complain if he farts because he absolutely will

goddammit chittaphon

kai

if it’s without a plushie something’s going wrong it always needs one

his favorite teddy’s gotta participate y’know he’s a social creature

in this home we don’t discriminate against plush bears

and yeah, his bear ear hoodie likewise he is sure to put it on

jongin tends to be rather taciturn because he wants to enjoy the body-to-body sensations

meaning, don’t interpret his frequent silence as awkwardness he’s just observing

is not above teasing… if his outfit is showing some skin he’ll invite you to touch the area

also enjoys you putting your hands under his sweater

he’s laughing like crazy and kicking his legs all giggly if you put your head underneath it and let it roam oh la la

yeah nini likes some wit to it for sure, and some steaminess in the mix it’s just a natural byproduct if we’re honest

dim the lights down low for this one…

but also light the candles alright

cuddling is more of a soft and steady thing there’s not much position changes going on

this is the couch not the dancefloor your honor

while we’re talking about that: jongin is a buff biatch my god

prep a water bottle to chug when you’re cuddling this guy is effortlessly hot

also know that kai will almost definitely snap a picture of you huddled together for the memory of it

baekhyun

unlike his memes, baekhyun’s cuddling behaviour is entirely predictable

will snuggle against your shoulder by default pretty much that’s his favorite area

stays glued there for two hours if you’re not busy

im not kidding

needless to say he needs a partner who can handle this level of clinginess

baekhyun can’t keep his hands to himself in general

neither can you

it’s groping x cuddling these two are a dead sure combination

keen to snuggle casually while he’s gaming, cross-legged on the ground with you massaging his back

likes to lay his head into your lap, too.

baekhug i mean back hug enthusiast. something inside his face has an inbuilt magnet that sucks him into the space between your collar bones

especially when you’re at the stove cooking

caution: love bites. lots of them. does this count as cuddles? probably. it’s not like he’s eating you or is he. oop—

what am i saying all he does is nibble alright

and oh yeah bring on the sweater weather. he can’t stay still in bed it’s gonna be a pillowfort building session though

you gotta exhaust him until he naps off lmao!

energizer bunny bf

mark

enjoys being fed watermelon during the process how else could it be

wait until this guy hears what harry styles’ watermelon sugar is all about his world will never be the same again

anyway

he’ll look so cute in his striped shirt and his round glasses awh

cuddling is his favorite way to show his trust and affection before all else

his favorite time to cuddle is before going to sleep

he usually hugs pillows so you can tell how clingy he winds up as

mark really sleeps and dreams better if you do that it has an astounding effect. cuddles are his perfect recharging if you will it’s just that he’s actually calming down through it whereas he can be nervous throughout the day so he needs that downtime

spooning is a given

what he enjoys the most about it is the warmth

markie easily gets cold sometimes he just needs that tune-up with you he’s like blink blink there goes my dose of daily heat beep beep

what the fuck

anyway again

talk about tune

just like ten he’s very talkative all the way verbal stimulation and mark lee just go together

if you compare him to taeyong there’s not much of a transformation going on mark lee on two legs is the same mark lee during cuddles it’s all copy paste

all in all a delectable experience, extremely cute and heart-melting, super m truly has a super mark

taemin

much like xuxi he has that permanent smile on his lips that tries to make you laugh

in fact taemin is hard to stop with his puns and his humor

ffs he is a true brat

taems can’t help but try to escalate this into a playfight every time

not that he doesn’t enjoy the calmer types of cuddling but he needs some action in the sack

enjoys praise along the way who are we kidding

the clothes you both cuddle in are very important alright, the fabric in particular

taemin keeps it expensive here it’s just the way he rolls

satin my dear

it’s just so satisfying to the touch

but also beware of his most lethal clothing choice which brings out his innate maknae charm the most

THE FLUFFY TURTLENECK

gyeahh

which he will use during special occasions to turn you into a cuddle monster ready to pounce him

give it up for shinee my loves they taught him well and sent him out to fluff up the world

what else is there okay we also gotta mention that cuddling consists of many little kisses here and there

taemin wants to get absolutely peppered

he is and stays a prince

lucas

ideal body type for cuddling except that it needs the right place, not the environment but the spot i mean, you can imagine

lucas can explode any smol-size couch or bed

don’t even think about trying to cuddle on regular chairs my god why would you live so dangerously

king size por favor

there is a lot to cuddle against it’s really a whole wonderland

those big ole thighs are practical cushions for anything really.

and his face is just so amicable it has to be kithed

his hands… his hands! you will feel maximum protection with those giant baby fingers around your hips i’m telling you

admittedly yukhei is hard to properly hug around the shoulders obviously that’s a drawback but hey his waist is lithe and tiny so hello there, very inviting

oh, that infectious smile.

serious cuddling: 0 — funny cuddles: over 9,000

and tasty cuddles because foodcas brings some fried rice every time oh yum

hates to go to work he really prioritizes you and cuddles go on for long long hours especially when you watch your favorite series

xuxi goes the extra mile, he will touch your hair a lot, just gently combing through it

and he doesn’t mind it when you do the same, he’s got the most angelic blonde locks after all

lu calls you beautiful all the time the cheesy mf is really pulling the standard compliment alright

cue jonas brothers sucker for you

ugh, boyfriend

mlist

[divineluce]

Nothing Left to Lose || Nadia & Luce

Timing: Late March 22nd, 2020

Location: The Vural House

Tagging: @humanmoodring & @divineluce

Description:  Luce opens up to Nadia.

TW: Sibling death mentions

Letting out a long sigh, Luce stared down at her latest sketch, her fingertips blackened with charcoal dust. It was shit. She knew it was shit. Her heart wasn’t in it, she was drawing like she was going through the motions. Because she was. Grabbing the nub of charcoal she’d been using, Luce scribbled over the forest scene she’d been drawing and began to aimlessly draw. A circle, an oval, and then more lines appeared without her even thinking of it. Before she realized just what she was drawing, the image materialized before her-- Luce sucked in a harsh breath as she stared down at a ruined, melting eye staring up at her from a burning skull. Lydia. Always Lydia. She pressed her palm against the paper, willing the fire to come. She wanted to let the anger wash over her in the comforting way it always had, she wanted to watch the flames rise from her fingertips and spread across the paper. But nothing came. Not even a smoldering ember rose. And the ruined eye stared back at her.

The charm around her wrist buzzed and Luce flinched, heart practically jumping out of her skin. Her hand instinctively closed around one of the paper cutting knives on her desk, before her eyes darted to her phone. Shit, already? She’d lost track of time. Setting the knife back down, Luce flipped the paper over on her desk before heading to the front door, waving her hand over the charmed bracelet that Bea had given her long ago. Taki was sleeping in the middle of the hallway and she stepped over the large Ovenik before opening the door. That was when she realized that she’d opened it before Nadia even had a chance to knock. “Uh. Hey. I heard you coming up the driveway.” She lied. There were just some things that people didn’t need to know, and the protection spells around the house were one of those. 

It was weird getting around without a cast on, but it made driving a stick shift way easier, so Nadia couldn’t complain. Her side still hurt like a bitch, and she hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep, but she no longer looked like one of the walking dead. Slowly but surely, she was healing. At least physically. She’d been running late on her way to Luce’s and had forgotten that she was, well, solid. Walking into the doorframe had hurt her pride more than her face, really, and she was just grateful that no one had actually witnessed her mistake except for one very judgemental cat. She headed to Luce’s before she could fuck up and run into anything again. The jump out of her truck reminded her why she didn’t jump much anymore, and she was covering up a wince as she walked to the door. One that was immediately hidden by the slight look of surprise as Luce opened the door. It was so nice to feel emotions again, to not feel alone, even if they were of the more negative variety. “Hey,” Nadia said. Luce felt like residual anger and surprise, and something extra. She was lying. What a strange thing to lie about. Nadia wasn’t one to ask, to pry, as she tried to force her focus inward. She knew Luce was there, could feel another person’s feelings so that her own weren’t cavernously bouncing about in her skull. That was enough. “You said you wanted to… talk, right?”

Luce took the other woman in, eyes flitting from her cast free arm to the bags under her eyes, the slightly drawn lines of her face. Nadia looked like she’d been through hell. Because she had been, Luce reminded herself. Nadia had been shoved from her body for… so fucking long, and she had no idea how much something like that would fuck up a person. The fact Nadia was even standing-- Luce did her best to quell the fresh pangs of guilt that hit her. Nope. No, she was here to explain herself and the baggage she’d carried with her the nights they’d spent together before everything had gone to shit and that bitch Cordelia had taken control. She wasn’t here to add more to Nadia’s plate. She owed Nadia an explanation. Just like she’d owed Remmy one. But, she hadn’t been able to explain things to them, had she? Not in any real kind of way. Not in the way that mattered. Realizing that she was still staring at Nadia, Luce’s default lazy grin slipped across her face. But, it didn’t come as easy as it once had. “Yeah, come on in. Watch out for the cat.” She said, opening the door and stepping over Taki. “He’s napping and if you step on his tail,” Luce gestured with her hand and made a “poof” sound, “He’ll light you up. He melted a lot of my sneakers when I was younger.” Luce headed into the kitchen-- it had been Bea’s space, before she’d left for New York. Their home was divided like that, into designated areas that belonged to each of them. Nell with her greenhouse, Bea with the kitchen, and her with… well, she had her shed. But she’d deferred the outdoors to Nell. And Bea wasn’t here to use it so, kitchen it was. “Want something to drink?”

Nadia knew that Luce was holding something back, that something was weighing on her. Something was always weighing on the other woman, really. She’d figured that out pretty quick. But Nadia was a coward about things like this, always afraid to talk about things that couldn’t be easily controlled, so she always went along with what Luce said as opposed to what she felt. It was easier that way. If they didn’t talk about it, there was less of a chance that Nadia would have to hear something that she didn’t want to, like ‘This isn’t working’ or ‘We shouldn’t hang out’ or ‘You’re impossibly clinging and your concern isn’t needed.’ Can’t be clinging if you do your damnedest to not show that you were attached, Nadia had taught herself that years ago. She had trouble with it, sometimes-- most times-- but it was still a lesson she knew. She returned Luce’s smile as well as she could before looking at the large cat sleeping near the doorway. “Fucking Christ,” she muttered. The cat made Rhiannon, who was pretty fucking big, look like a damn kitten. “Right, shit, okay.” She moved around the cat carefully; she didn’t have a better pair of boots right now. She followed Luce into the kitchen, looking around a bit at the house that three witch sisters had made their home. She looked back at Luce, curious but trying not to let it show. The other woman had asked her out there to talk, but she was stalling. Nadia wasn’t going to stop her. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind a glass of water.”

Grabbing a pair of glasses from the cupboard, Luce filled them up before sliding one across the clean white countertop to Nadia. She wanted to break out a glass of whiskey, honestly, but that… probably wasn’t the right tone to set with things. Nope. No, she just had to… get this shit off her chest. Because Nadia deserved answers, even if she hadn’t questioned why Luce carried so much emotional baggage. “So, uh,” She leaned against the kitchen island, hands wrapped around the glass. She stared at the water, imagining it bubble and froth under her fingers. But, it remained just as cool as ever. Fuck. “I know you’ve been through a lot of shit. And I just wanted to be straight with you about some stuff.” Be straight. What a fucking phrase. A hint of a grin played on Luce’s lips at her word choice, but she forced herself to focus. “So. Like you know, I didn’t realize you were empath when we first started hooking up. And I definitely brought a lot of fucked up emotional baggage into things because,” Luce rubbed the back of her neck, the velvet of her choker pressing against the palm of her skin, “I was going through a lot of shit. And I figured you deserved answers.”

Taking a deep breath, Luce steadied herself. Rip the bandaid, come clean. Explain. In a flat voice, she said, “Someone murdered my sister. And that fucked me up a lot. And I did a lot of really fucked up things to try and feel better about it. I used you. I used someone else I... really cared about.” She said, regret and guilt fresh in her mind at the way she’d treated Remmy. Swallowing, Luce nodded, “I just wanted to say I was sorry. For making you deal with my baggage. I didn’t realize you could feel how much I was hurting and it wasn’t-- I shouldn’t have done that.”

Nadia took a drink of water, waiting for Luce to start. But, when Luce mentioned not knowing that Nadia was an empath, she frowned. “Hey, of course you didn’t-- I didn’t tell you that I was an empath, right? How could you have known? It’s not like I carry around a sign that says ‘Control your emotions around me, please.’” She fidgeted a bit with the cup in her hand before running a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “I’m the one who should-- I should apologize, you know? Because I should’ve told you, and it’s not fair that I just know this shit. I try to turn it off. It’s not fair that I can pry into things.” She didn’t expect Luce to dive right into her sister getting fucking murdered. Nadia was flashed back to the overwhelming grief that she remembered Luce giving off, the incredible pain that the other woman had been in. “What?” she asked, eyes wide. “Your sister-- But they’re both-- How is that--” She blinked harshly. Again, grief. Grief and regret and guilt so thick that she didn’t just feel it but tasted it, too. Was she feeling herself or Luce? Did it matter? Nadia closed her eyes for a second and shook her head. “You don’t have to apologize. You don’t. You didn’t know, and you can’t just stop feeling things. That’s not how it works. You don’t have to apologize for that.”

“Still. Even if you weren’t an empath, just… using people like that, it wasn’t okay.” Luce said, thinking back to the nights she’d spent with Remmy, knowing full well how much they cared for her only for her to ignore it. And when she’d finally realized how much they mattered to her, she’d lost them. “You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She said, shaking her head. Nadia had agreed to something casual-- just sex, just something physical. But Luce had been the one to bring her own fucked up feelings into things, not knowing that she wasn’t the only one stuck carrying the weight of them. “Even if you can turn it off, it still wasn’t right of me to do that.”

Luce had anticipated questions, but they hit harder than she’d expected. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d told someone what had happened, what she’d lost. What all three of them had lost, not just with Bea’s death but in the price that came with bringing her back. Lifting her hands to her neck, Luce unclasped her choker. The raised scar that ran along the left side of her neck stood out harsh and jagged under the warm glow of the kitchen lights. “We brought her back. But it cost… a lot.” It’d cost lives. She’d killed. And she’d kept on killing, fuelled by that rage and hate and belief that if she killed people before they could hurt her, then she could be safe. But it hadn’t kept Nell safe, not for very long. It had created an irreparable divide between her and Remmy. And fuck, she didn’t want to lose Nadia too. Which was a… wild thought.  “I just wanted to explain. Because you deserve an explanation for what you’d felt. And to let you know that I’m not exactly the person I was before you… were forced out.” She said, the words feeling inadequate compared to just how much the other woman had suffered. 

Nadia sighed. “No, it’s not, but the fact that you’re acknowledging that makes it better than half the shit that some people pull.” And it wasn’t like Luce was the only person to ever use others. Fuck, Nadia did it all the time when she was younger, when she needed to get out of her own head and just not feel something. There’s nothing better at helping you push your own feelings to the side than using somewhere else’s. Even if it left you feeling like shit the next morning. Nadia knew about that all too well. “I still should have told you when I found out. It wasn’t fair, not letting you know what you were getting into with someone that kind of knows what you’re feeling.” Nadia knew that Luce was in on the supernatural shit. She should have told her. But then, Luce probably wouldn’t have wanted to be around her, and, damn, she really didn’t like the sound of that. Especially since she couldn’t really turn it off, as much as she tried.

The scar on Luce’s neck made Nadia ache, like secondhand pain to go with secondhand feelings. She reached out and then dropped her hand to the side, jaw clenched. “Fuck,” she whispered. “You-- that could have killed you. You could have almost died.” She felt heavy, heavy and panicked. What the hell would she have done if Luce died? Would she even have known? She was out of her depths here, wasn’t she? In this world full of magic and ghosts and near death experiences lurking around every fucking corner. What the hell could she do? She didn’t know anything? “I’m-- Fuck. I’m glad she’s back. I’m really glad she’s back. You deserve to have your sister, but you could have-- God. You could have died.” She rubbed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t deserve an explanation just because I could feel your emotions. Anyone with eyes could tell that you weren’t doing okay. If you tell me anything, it should be because you want to.” She looked at Luce, finally. “I’m not the same person, either.” She wasn’t the same person after the first time she’d been possessed, and then she’d been ripped out of her body, and now she was put back together, but was she really? She’d never be the same. None of them were ever the same.

Luce wasn’t sure if admitting to her fuck ups out of guilt made her better than anyone-- if she was any kind of good person, she wouldn’t have used Nadia and Remmy like that. If she was a good person, she wouldn’t have fucked with their feelings; literally, in Nadia’s case. Shrugging, she shook her head. “Nah. You’re entitled to keep your secrets. I know what it’s like, sort of.” She said, gesturing to herself. “Witch, remember?” Luce said, a slight hint of a sarcastic smile playing at the edge of her lips.

But, it vanished when she saw the expression on Nadia’s face, watched her fingers lift for a moment. Luce swallowed, eyes focusing on the marble of the countertop. The fractal scars that ran across her chest, marking where the lightning had flowed through her veins, they ached at the memory of that night. She pressed a hand against her collar bone, more to remind herself that her heart was still beating than anything else. “It’s alright.” It wasn’t alright. “I’m okay.” She wasn’t okay. As Nadia continued to speak, Luce blinked, surprised and startled by the other woman’s shaky tone. “I could have, but I didn’t. We did what we needed to do and I don’t regret that.” She said. And if there was some part of her that wondered if maybe she should have died, if the pain and death she’d brought into the world would have been stopped, she did her best to push those thoughts aside. She didn’t want Nadia to feel those. She didn’t even want to feel those. “I do. Want to tell you these things. Not just because you deserve answers, but,” Luce paused and shook her head, letting out a sigh as she did so. “I don’t know. I just wanted to tell you. I’ve fucked up a lot by not talking about things.” At the other woman’s admission, Luce glanced over at Nadia and saw she was looking back at her, their eyes meeting for a moment. “And that’s alright. I can't imagine someone going through that and just… popping out as the same person they used to be.”

“Exactly, you’re entitled to your secrets, too,” Nadia said. She gave Luce a slight smile. “It’s not a competition, and you can’t blame yourself for whatever I felt coming off of you. You’re allowed to feel things, even bad things, around me.” She didn’t quite know how to do this, talk about this. It was out of her comfort zone. Anything to do with her own feelings was out of Nadia’s comfort zone, and this whole situation wasn’t helping that. Luce had almost died. She’d almost died, and Nadia had almost died-- had technically been dead-- and everything was fucked, wasn’t it? Luce had almost died. That was kind of a big hang up for Nadia, at the moment. She swallowed tightly as Luce said she was okay, and Nadia wanted to contradict her, but she just wasn’t good at that, not here, not like this. “I’m glad you did what you had to, and I’m glad you saved your sister, and I’m, like, really, really glad you didn’t die.” And maybe if she wished that it could’ve gone any other way, if she wished that Luce hadn’t been hurt in the process, then the fact that she was just relieved that Luce was alive could maybe make up for it. “I want you to know that you can tell me things,” Nadia said quietly. And I want to tell you things, too, but I’m so fucking bad at it unless I just blurt it out and have to deal with the consequences. “You can tell me things.” She raised an eyebrow at the other woman. “And you lost your sister, almost died, and resurrected someone. I can’t imagine someone going through all of that and still being the same. It’s okay not to be.”

At Nadia’s words, Luce glanced down at the choker on the counter, the dark black fabric standing in stark contrast with the white countertop. Maybe she was allowed to feel like shit around Nadia, but that didn’t mean she should subject the other woman to her own baggage like that. Listening to the way Nadia’s voice quieted, the concern in her tone, Luce couldn’t help but reach out and gently squeeze the other woman’s hand with her own. Talking sucked, she’d never been good at it. But, if she could… reassure Nadia that she was still here, still standing, she wanted to do that. Rubbing her thumb against the back of the woman’s hand, Luce’s lips pressed together in a thin line as she weighed all the things she wanted to say. I’ve hurt people. I’ve killed them. I liked it. Until I didn’t, only because I lost someone I cared about because of the pain I’ve caused. She didn’t want to put that on Nadia, but… this was like Remmy all over again, wasn’t it? She hadn’t wanted to tell them anything going on in her mind, she’d hidden behind the flimsy excuse that they didn’t deserve more baggage in their life. But Remmy had wanted to know. And Nadia did too. “I’ve done some pretty fucked up things. I’ve hurt a lot of people. Done… worse than hurt them too. And I’m trying to be better than that,” She said, “But a part of me doesn’t regret what I did and I’m trying… to figure out what that means.” Luce eased her grasp on Nadia’s hand, enough that the woman could slip away if she wanted to. She could leave, if she wanted to.

Nadia couldn’t stop herself from squeezing Luce’s hand back. It was almost stupid how comforting holding someone’s hand could be, especially when it was warm. They just stood there, just for a moment, and the silence was deafening. Nadia could hear Luce. Not really; it wasn’t like she was speaking loudly, and it was quiet, whispered in the back of her head and dripping emotion like a faucet that someone forgot to shut off all the way. She got those, sometimes, words that weren’t hers and weren’t really words at all but spoken connections to the things she felt around her. She didn’t like to think about it; if it was what she thought, then it was another level of prying she didn’t want to consider. So she drowned it out. Truthfully, her thoughts were so loud these days that it wasn’t hard. And it was a lot easier when Luce spoke out loud again. Fucked up things. Fucked up things like killing people, maybe. Nadia took a deep breath and nodded her head a bit. 

Where did Nadia draw the line, these days, when it came to fucked up things? Before, she’d been pretty pacifistic. There was always another answer besides murder, hadn’t she told someone that? Death was something that should be avoided. But then she’d settled in here, and she’d been totally unsettled from her life, and now she-- she was responsible for someone’s permanent removal from, well, everything. Cordelia was a shit person, but did she deserve that? Yes. Nadia wanted it. She had to deal with that every night. She removed her hand from Luce’s and moved it to the other woman’s neck instead, her hand lightly ghosting over the scar tissue. “Why did you do it?” she asked. “These fucked up things? Did you have a reason, or was it-- was it just to do it. Because I think there’s a difference.”

The sensation of Nadia’s skin against her own, her hand squeezing softly, it reminded Luce of the last time they’d spoken. But, the touches then had been cautious, tender gestures hidden behind a guise of helping Nadia with her wound. This? Now? It was… different. Real. And that was fucking scary. When the other woman pulled away, Luce swallowed, a lump forming in the back of her throat. She didn’t want to know. She’d chosen to-- but then, Nadia’s fingers were reaching out to skim across the skin of her neck. She could barely feel the sensation, but Luce let her do it all the same. No one had touched the scar that wrapped around her neck, no one. At Nadia’s question, Luce paused. “The first time was because… he stole my sister from me. He destroyed my family and we-- I had the chance to bring her back. And all it would cost me was the man who’d taken her. The second time was-- revenge. Bea wanted it, Nell wanted it, I wanted it too. We were all just so… angry.” Luce cleared her throat, shaking her head free of the memories of that night, when the Hunter had become the hunted. “The next time, I was scared. Scared of losing my sisters after I’d done so much to bring them back. I wanted to protect them.”

Luce paused, bridging her hands together and resting her chin on her hands. “And the last time. I don’t-- I want to say I was protecting people. I want to say that I was doing something right. Because she was a horrible person. She’d kept people trapped in a basement, she was using people, had been using people for so… so long. But I didn’t know that until after. I just knew she was dangerous and when someone,” Some kid, “convinced me that she was too dangerous to live. And I let myself believe them. I let them use me.” Luce bowed her head, forehead pressed against her hands now. “I don’t know if there’s a difference to those things.” It doesn’t change what I’ve done.

Nadia felt Luce’s turbulent emotions give way as she brushed her fingers over the scar before she moved her hand to rest against the other woman’s shoulder. She felt stable, grounded. She nodded her head. “I can understand the first time. That was-- It was a trade, his life for hers, right? And that kind of makes it worth it, if you can get something good from doing something like that.” She closed her eyes tightly. “And revenge, I-- I get revenge. Maybe not like that, but I get revenge.” Satisfaction over watching Cordelia fade, so potent that it drowned out any pain that she’d felt. It was pretty fucking powerful stuff because, Christ, Nadia had been in so much pain. “Fear, too.” As the conversation went on, it was getting harder for her to tell where her emotions stopped and Luce’s started, and she had to work on that, had to figure out whose anger was whose and whose satisfaction and whose guilt and whose pain, like untangling a ball of yarn that had been knotted over time. She needed to socialize more. This probably wouldn’t be so goddamn intense if she learned to control it better. 

Opening her eyes to see that Luce had her head in her hands, Nadia gently tugged on the other woman’s chin. “Hey,” she said, her voice just as gentle. “She was a horrible person.” She knew that Luce believed this, could feel it. “And maybe that’s not an excuse for her to die, but I believe you when you say that she was a horrible person. And, like, the fucking guilt is kind of eating at you,” she said. “It’s not like you killed her and then decided not to think about it ever again. You don’t seem to be taking joy in it.” Nadia came to grinning. She stood in the middle of a convenient store looking down, something like pleasure and joy working it’s way through her system. There was a young man behind a cash register. He was dead. Nadia didn’t even have time to scream before she lost control again. She swallowed. This wasn’t about her. “I think there’s a difference.”

Feeling the way Nadia’s fingertips trailed from her neck one last time to press against her shoulder, it took everything in Luce not to lean into the touch. She didn’t want to put more of this on Nadia than she needed to, she didn’t want to test how much more the other woman could bear. And she wanted to be able to handle the rejection, the disgust and the fear that would come. But… it didn’t. Not in the way that Luce had thought. Nadia… understood? Maybe not on every level, but she could understand to a degree why Luce had done these things, why she’d killed. That was far more than Luce had expected. 

Letting Nadia tilt her head up, Luce looked back up at her for a moment before averting her eyes. Luce wanted to protest, but then she heard the next words. The guilt was… fucking destroying her. She’d been-- for lack of a better word-- haunted by what she’d done that day. She still remembered the way that Lydia had begged for her life, she could still feel the spear in her hand as it pierced through flesh and bone. She still saw the blue flames consume the woman’s flesh when she closed her eyes. “Maybe not now. But I did, at one point.” She said, memories of tormenting Montgomery, making him writhe and burn on the ground. “And I’m not… I don’t want to be like that. Which is why I figured-- that I should tell you. Because this shit, my… issues, they’re fucked up.” I’m fucked up, was what she wanted to say, but that felt real fucking dramatic. “I’m... trying to figure out where the line in the sand is again. It’s just hard when you’ve crossed it so many times.” 

“Now’s kind of what matters, Luce,” Nadia said, letting her eyes fall closed with the other woman’s. She didn’t move her hand, not wanting to pull away unless Luce pushed her. It felt grounding to just touch someone. She rarely felt this present, anymore. Sometimes, Rhiannon would jump on her chest and scare the hell out of her because she’s just been laying there, feeling like she was about to fall through the bed. This was real, this was tangible. “Now is what we live in. Before sucks. And, yeah, okay, you enjoyed it. You don’t still enjoy it. We would both still know if you enjoyed it.” For all of Nadia’s talk about living in the now, in the present, she… wasn’t very good at taking her own advice. But, then again, Nadia had never really taken her own advice. She knew a fucking ton about other people, but when it came to her own shit, she’d never quite figured out how to work through her own problems. But that wouldn’t stop her from trying to help Luce, everything else be damned. 

With a nod, Nadia said, “I’m glad you told me. I’m-- you can tell me whatever, okay? Seriously, anything. I’m not going anywhere.” I couldn’t stand to lose you. I’d like to be around you in any way that I can. Thinking about you aches but in a good way. “I, uh, yeah. Yeah, I totally get fucked up shit. Maybe not in the same way, but I fucking get it.” She sighed. “Nothing’s simple, not really. I used to think that everything was super black and white, but, fuck, that was years ago, actual years ago.” Back when she was frustrated by everything and felt like every lie she was ever told, every lie that she knew was a lie, was a slight against her. Back when she thought that justice was real and ghosts weren’t, when fairytales were just fascinating stories and the only thing that could hurt her was cruel actions and crueller words. “Then you find where you want to put your line, what you will or won’t do, and, if you cross it, figure out why before the guilt kills you.”

When Nadia’s hand remained where it was, Luce reached up and pressed her hand against the others, threading their fingers gently together. She wanted her to stay. She didn’t deserve it, didn’t think Nadia should have to deal with her shit. But that mentality-- among all the other mistakes she’d made-- was part of what had cost her Remmy. And she didn’t want to lose Nadia too. “Yeah. Now’s what matters.” Luce echoed. The past was… going to stay with her. The knowledge of just how far she would go, of how terrible she could be? That knowledge was a burden that she would carry for the rest of her life. And maybe she could atone for it. Maybe she could be more than the sum of her parts. She hoped that she could. 

Luce lowered their intertwined hands to the counter, squeezing lightly as the woman spoke. “Thanks. And that goes for you too. Shit. I’ve been… I know I said I wanted to talk, but I didn’t… You’ve been through so much too. You can talk to me about it. I’ll be here.” She said with a nod. She’d be here, as long as Nadia wanted her. She still couldn’t help but wonder if she could have helped Nadia escape sooner if she hadn’t been such a fucking coward. And a part of her knew she’d never shake that thought. But, she wanted to be there for Nadia now. While she could. While they were both here. “Yeah. It’d be nice if things were like that.” She sighed, looking down at the black trails of ink under her skin, all neat lines and crisp edges. All of her art was black and white, clear cut and straight forward, while the world around her operated in shades of grey. “Mhm.” She nodded before glancing back up at Nadia. “I…” I’m sorry. I wish I could have saved you. I don’t want to lose you again. I’ve never known how to tell people the things I’ve said to you and that’s scary. I’m so fucking scared of you and for you and of what that means. Her eyes flicked to the clock and she let out a soft curse in Turkish. Time had gotten away from her. It’d been doing that, lately. “It’s, it’s kinda late to be driving. Did you-- you can stay, if you want.” Please still want to. Please still want me.

It would never stop being comforting, Nadia thought, the warmth of Luce’s hand in hers. And maybe it was just that she was fucking touch starved, that she was desperate for any sort of contact. But she didn’t really think that was the case. She liked Luce, way more than she should, way more than felt safe, sometimes, seeing as where they’d started, the boundaries put in place. Because Nadia was an idiot with things like this. She’d allowed this… whatever it was to keep going, and she’d genuinely started caring about Luce, and now she couldn’t stop. It was one of those big fears, up there losing herself again. She was scared of coming off as clingy, had been called that one too many times before, didn’t want to go through that again. But she couldn’t really help it as she rubbed her thumb against Luce’s hands. She craved warmth like a cat seeking out a patch of sunlight. She knew this. It was damning.

“I know,” Nadia said, giving Luce a sad smile. “I swear, as soon as I figure out what the hell to even talk about, I’ll tell you, if you want, okay?” Because where the hell to even begin about all of this, right? Hey, so, I’m not really sleeping, which is saying something because I didn’t sleep much before, but I’m so goddamn tired, and I still feel like she’s there, hanging out in the back of my head even though I watched them destroy her, and I don’t know what to do, and I don’t know what I did, and my guilt’s killing me, too, you just can’t feel it like I feel yours. That was a lot to unpack. That was a lot to say. Nadia didn’t know how to get those words. “God, I’d love for something to be simple,” she murmured, more to herself than to Luce. She was startled a bit by Luce bringing up the time, looking out the window and seeing that it was late. Which, yeah, she could drive back. She was a big girl. So she said, “I want, yeah, actually. I’d, uh, really like that.”

The way Nadia looked at her, the way her hand pressed against her own-- Luce swallowed, trying to keep her emotions in check. But, that expression on her face… hurt. Nadia had been through so much. She’d been through so much in the last year alone, not to mention everything in her past. She’d been possessed, exorcised, possessed, exorcised-- that kind of trauma, it couldn’t be easy to deal with. It was a burden that Luce couldn’t fathom. In the same way she could never understand what Remmy had lost, what Bea had lost; there were so many things that she couldn’t understand. But she wanted to try. She wanted to try and-- help. For once in her life, she wanted to do something good for someone other than herself. She wanted to be someone the people around her deserved. A good sister. A good person. A good… whatever she was to Nadia. “I’ll always listen.” She said with a nod before tugging Nadia’s hand. “Yeah, yeah. Sounds good. C’mon.” She said and tugged gently at Nadia’s hand, leading her back to her room. 

After they’d settled down in bed, Luce pushed back a lock of Nadia’s hair from her face, eyes cautious even as she stared at the other woman. Words, unspoken, remained in the back of her mind. I’m glad you’re here. I wish I could have done more. I wanted to be there for you, I want to be here for you now. I want to be someone you can rely on. Someone worthy of… anything. Of you. Of this. Those were all the things she wanted to say. Instead, Luce offered a crooked smile. Ignoring the way her heart seemed to stutter-step in her chest, she leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss against Nadia’s temple. “Night.”

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Hewwo when you have the time can I pwease get a matchup uwu

He/him-entp

Personality: I'm loud and outgoing, its easy for me to make friends with people and I love meeting new people. I've been told I'm good at forging bonds and bringing people together. People call me brave, I think I'm really just stupid reckless and careless which IS true but hey I'm not complainin if ppl wanna call that brave. I'm willing to put myself in danger to help others too, this uh. Isnt smart, I'm not smart. But if the people I care for are safe and happy then I dont mind what happens to me B) I'm also great with animals, I dont like taking things too seriously and often make (bad) jokes in tense situations. That being said I know when to stop if it's a genuinely serious situation.

That being said my worst traits are that I'm arrogant, sadistic, stubborn, lowkey hotheaded, untrusting to a debilitating degree, I can come across as genuinely scary unfortunately:( and I'm clumsy

My interests and hobbies are: true crime, the occult, drawing I guess, taking care of animals and helping lost pets find their homes, taking naps, dream interpretation, causing misery for my shitty father, binging horror stuff and crying over video games

What I look for in a partner is kindness, someone I can relate to? I dunno as long as they arent genuinely mean.

What I have to offer is uh. Ok be patient with me! I dont know relationships very well so if this is worded weird sorry.

Anyway I just want to be there for someone, i want to be able to protect someone and make them smile, nothing ever makes my day more than seeing someones face light up ! If anyone hurts them I'm gonna hurt that person twice as bad, and if they dont want me to I'll just be with them and do everything in my power to make sure they're ok. I want them to feel safe with me and know that I love them for THEM and not some facade or anything too. If they wanna go somewhere I wanna take them there! I want to listen to them talk about their favourite thing for hours on end, I would do anything and everything in my power for that person. Ok that's a lie if they wanted me to hurt an animal I wouldnt do that but I'd take on like. A spider for them.

Anyway thanks for your time sorry if this was too much, if you ever need anything else I'll call myself -💥 anon so just give me a yell and I'll do my best to help

Hi anon! ✨

I’ll put a read more because this is gonna be long! 

Okay so as I read your request I was hesitating between Mammon and Diavolo but I decided to choose Diavolo because regarding some aspects it would be a real missed opportunity/wasted potential to pick Mammon over him! 

Ok so you start with your talent of forging bonds and if you ever played this game then you know that Diavolo is all about exactly that - meaning you will be a real asset to him which is the base of a strong relationship! (dw i’ll elaborate on why he is also an asset to you in the following paragraphs you are not about to be left hanging) 

The fact that you are so friendly instantly catches his attention. I’m talking the moment he sees you kind of infatuation here. idk he just. senses it from a mile away that you are quality

I imagine your reckless tendencies get you into some serious situations which might also be dangerous. But worry no more, my friend! Diavolo would be the kind of partner who joins you in your fun and he might out-do you in such occassions but just keep this in mind: he is a powerful and strong demon so if anyone can get you out of trouble / keep you safe on a not-totally-thought-over adventure, it’s gotta be him. No other candidate in the game could compare and give you this balance. 

Also he is very keen on sponaneity (as much as his schedule can allow him) so you got that going for you too! 

Okay so since you want to keep him safe too, this relationship is just two ppl who protecc except you can also attacc 

come to think of that, I’m not sure if he would really encourage that and the “if someone hurts them i hurt them twice as much” behaviour as he is just a prince who wants peace with everyone. but growing together is fun! 

I can totally see you two joking around all the time, lowkey driving Barbatos close to insanity in the castle, but! that means you also have a friendship with Diavolo! so he is not just your lover or partner but also your best friend who you can joke around with or be with through serious situations. this relationship isn’t just about being in a relationship but actually making the most of what a healthy relationship can offer

Now i think Diavolo can handle your sarcastic and arrogant side of you pretty well. looking at his bond with Lucifer I’m pretty sure he would have no issues with it

Being stubborn isn’t always bad - as long as he knows your intentions mean well there’s nothing wrong. Clumsy shouldn’t be a turn off either as long as you don’t mind him laughing it off

I think he is also rather selective about trusting others - he might complain about being lonely but deep down he knows he can’t just trust anyone. 

Don’t worry, you definitely never come accross as scary to him. Even if you try hard. 

OK so if i didn’t only dream it then he keeps rescued animals (cats) in the castle so this is something you two could bond over and this would also help in building trust! 

Something else to bond over is your shitty fathers. I’m almost sure Diavolo’s insecurities stem from that and that’s why he and Lucifer are such close friends. You are part of that club now! 

He is one of the candidates who does his best to indulge in his s/o’s hobbies, though as I said his time is rather limited. I don’t think he would have any excuses for not liking horror stuff, video games, etc.

ok i’m pretty sure i already elaborated on how you two can relate to each other, in addition i want to emphasize that he is one of the kindest characters in the game as of now so he has that going for him 

From what I can tell from your offerings in a relationship, it is safe to say that you are more than willing to be there for him when he is going though insecure periods of his day/week/month/year so that is something he can appreciate. The fact that you mention loving someone for them and not for their facade speaks volumes in his case - he had to turn down many marriage proposals in order to protect himself and his future kingdom. I think it goes without saying why some people would marry him without actually knowing him. 🤴🤑