#like they get infected by something idk it differs

[bodyhorrorsa]

monster girl... she eat ppl... shes scary af... perhaps body horror is involved... perhaps she is scary as hell but secretly just wants someone to hold her idk maybe she yearns but shes horrifying

[themirepirate]

was reading Sherlock holmes and this popped into my head

[the-maddened-hatter]

Honestly it's low-key kind of wild to me that the two main flavors of dentist are A. literally so amazing and fastidious, one of the if not THE most important healthcare providers attending to our food holes, treating and preventing major problems and horrible pain, and sometimes even detecting stuff that's not directly their facet of work like EDs, reflux, cancers, wild shit like that 10/10 important and amazing

Or B. I love money soooooo much please give me some to bleach your mouth and put large strips of very painful metal to make your bite bones more aesthetic angles and also make you feel bad about everything you've ever done in your life

[tweekspaperhat]

hey, people who claim kyle is just as bad or somehow worse than cartman? its a joke right? you're just being silly? you wouldn't genuinely have such a bad take right..?

[fairestwriting]

Hi! Could I request Diasomnia with a reader who got injured but is too stubborn to let them help? Idk if you do platonic works but I would prefer this was. Romantic is fine tho :) have a nice day

i do write platonic relationships yeah! i wrote this one thinking of the reader more like their close friend but if someone wants to interpret it as a crush thing i think it could work too. i hope you have a nice day too <3

𐙚 Malleus Draconia

Malleus has enough common sense to not lose his mind over little scrapes, even though he’d honestly still want you to put a bandaid over it. But having mentioned that before, and receiving your very firm response that it was fine, he got the message that you might not like being fussed over.

So he mostly doesn’t voice these thoughts. He doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, and he does know certain things really are so minor that it won’t make that much of a difference if you try to care for it or not. Even in a human body, which is still something that’s sort of a mystery to him.

But, for that precise reason of him not fully understanding the human healing process, if anything bleeds, or looks noticeably red, he refuses to leave you alone about it. You can still see some hesitancy in his eyes, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but it’s outweighed by worry. ”What if it gets infected, though? Are you sure you don’t want to at least bandage it?” He’s heard infections can get pretty serious, even if they’re very minor at first.

If all other arguments fail to reach you, he’ll ask if you could take care of it for his sake. Because he really hates to see you hurt, so could you just consider making sure it’ll heal faster? He’ll say that even over something like a nastier than average hand burn from cooking, and so honestly too — it’ll really put your stubbornness to test, regardless of how strong it is.

𐙚 Lilia Vanrouge

His knowledge on human injuries is, frankly, a bit all over the place. It’s hard to remember what’s serious and what isn’t when he’s been around for so long, and gotten so many injuries of his own. Sometimes he unconsciously projects his own body’s recovery ability onto others.

Now, that doesn’t mean he’ll be any sort of neglectful of your injuries, though. On the contrary, he insists on personally patching you up every time he catches a glimpse of one. ”Hmm, you don’t want to bother with it? That’s okay. I’ll do it for you, just hold still.” He’s smiling as he talks, not even giving you a chance to properly say no before he’s already taking a closer look at the injury. His grip is too strong for you to pull away, even if it isn’t forceful at all…

When it comes to things like scratches, it’s more of a playful show of affection. He does know it won’t kill you, it doesn’t really need that bandaid and certainly not the little kiss he places over it after— He just wants to show that he cares for you. If you find it flustering that’s just a bonus. And yes, he will still do it even if you’re just friends, just in a more parental sort of way, unless you tell him it genuinely makes you uncomfortable.

If it’s more serious, the sort of thing that could actually cause an infection if not taken care of properly, he’s not as lighthearted. He does still joke a little about how you don’t have to worry about a thing because he’s here to care for you, but mostly to keep the mood light, especially if it looks like something he’d have to take you to the nurse to properly care for. Lilia wonders why you’re so stubborn about the whole thing, maybe it’s a matter of not wanting to seem weak? He hopes you’ll feel more at ease with him, eventually.

𐙚 Silver

To nobody’s surprise, he’ll likely be the most easygoing and knowledgeable of the bunch. There’s no species difference factor at play here, he’s very aware of what can be dangerous if left untreated and what can’t.

He does point out injuries and ask about them if he notices them, no matter how small, but it’s more of an expression of caring about you in general rather than specifically worrying that the bad scrape you got from tripping could make you deathly ill. It won’t really alarm him when you tell him it’s not a big deal, or it doesn’t even hurt. He’ll at most remind you to keep it away from dirt and then drop the subject.

Silver is very quick to recognize what could truly be potentially dangerous, though. Lilia taught him the basics of first aid when he was pretty young, and he later went on to study it in more depth as part of his training. The way he notices and points out things might even come off strange, because he’s usually so laid back in every aspect. Before you can dismiss him he’s already listing all the reasons why your “little scratch” is looking a bit off putting.

Still, he doesn’t want to pressure you, so it might create a bit of a dilemma in his mind when you keep insisting it’s fine. ”I’m being serious here, I’m not trying to annoy you. It’s not supposed to be this red. If you don’t want to see the nurse, at least let me help.” He’ll argue, and he can get pretty firm, but he’ll never cross the line into outright scolding you. You sound honestly careless to him, but he feels like there must be a reason for you to feel that way, and he doesn’t want to pry.

𐙚 Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is about as educated in the topic as Silver, and the difference between how your body recovers from injuries versus his is pretty minimal compared to people like Malleus or Lilia. But. Well. It is Sebek. You can’t really expect him to just let it go, if he likes you enough to consider you at least a friend. He’s just not someone who can be any sort of laid back with those he cares about.

Even though he knows so much about the theory, he does actually get worried if you hurt yourself. Yes, he’s aware that just because the cut you got from peeling some fruit bled a little bit, it doesn’t mean it’s going to get infected if you don’t clean and bandage it within an hour. But every body can be so different, even within the same (or similar) species! Besides, he’s read that poor immune system function can contribute to wounds getting easily infected— And how is he supposed to tell if your immune system is doing perfectly fine, if you’re so guarded even with small injuries. You’d try to hide it if you were feeling sick too, woldn’t you?

Even though he’s the youngest in this group, he’s the one who really comes off like some kind of… nagging parent or overprotective older sibling. Hell, he might even be younger than you, but he’s still pulling bandaids and antiseptic seemingly out of nowhere and scolding you for not taking care of yourself. “You were already careless enough to get hurt, and now you want to just leave it like that?!” He balks at your insistence that it wasn’t a big deal, he didn’t have to do anything or even worry, you’ve dealt with things like that before— Yeah, he’s not listening to any of that.

He might end up overstepping your boundaries a bit in the process, but he really does mean well. It just makes him anxious to see you dismissing your own safety like that, and that makes it hard to try to understand your perspective, whatever it is. You know him well enough to be aware that all the fussing just happens because he cares, and not because he’s genuinely trying to make you feel bad for getting hurt and not wanting to accept help with patching yourself up. If it does end up upsetting you, he’ll be understanding if you bring it up later.

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[paxtito]

cough drop coloured tongue

pairings: tara x reader (no pronouns used)

word count: 3109

warnings: some swearing, nothing really

summary: you catch the flu and tara is gobsmacked (in a horny way) at how much your voice has changed

MASTERLIST | requested by: @burntoutghost

It started as a scratch in your throat—nothing major, just an annoying little itch that had you clearing your throat more than usual. You chalked it up to the cold weather, the dry air, or maybe even talking too much with Tara the night before.

By the next day, though, the scratch turned into something heavier. Your limbs ached, exhaustion creeping into your bones like an unwanted guest. You still went to class, still tried to act normal, but every blink lasted a second too long, and focusing felt like trying to see through fogged-up glass. Chad had side-eyed you in the hallway, wrinkling her nose.

“Dude, you look rough,” he had said, leaning away as if you might infect him with a single breath.

You had only groaned in response, leaning against your locker for support. Tara had texted you sometime around lunch—Meet me after your last class?—but your response had been delayed, fingers sluggish over your phone.

Feeling kinda shitty. Might just head back to my room.

Tara, being Tara, immediately responded.

Shitty how?

Idk, just tired. Think I’m getting sick.

Do you need anything?

You stared at your screen for a moment, lips twitching at the concern in her words.

Nah, I’m good. Just gonna sleep it off.

That was a mistake.

By the time the sun had set, the fatigue had turned into full-body exhaustion. Your head throbbed with every movement, and a tight congestion settled into your chest, making every breath feel like a chore. The tissues started piling up that night—just a few at first, crumpled on your nightstand. You slept in fits, waking up shivering one minute and burning up the next, twisting the blankets around you in a frustrated haze.

Tara called again in the morning. You ignored it. Not on purpose—you had barely registered the sound over the pounding in your skull.

By the second day, the fever had fully taken hold, and the sickness dragged you under like a riptide. Your phone was somewhere beside you, buzzing every so often, but lifting your arm to check it felt impossible. Tara’s name kept lighting up the screen.

And then, eventually, she called.

You groan, rolling over with a sluggish hand to grab it. She’s already called three times. Probably worried.

Pressing the phone to your ear, you croak out, “Hey.”

The other end of the line goes silent for a second. Then, a sharp inhale.

“Holy shit.”

You frown, rubbing your temple. “What?”

Tara clears her throat. “Uh, nothing. You just—you sound different.”

“Yeah, no shit. I feel like I got hit by a truck,” you mumble, voice thick with congestion, deeper, rougher than usual.

Tara definitely makes a noise at that. Something small. Sharp.

You barely register it, too focused on the pounding in your skull. “Sorry, I didn’t text back. I think my body’s literally shutting down.”

There’s another pause. Then, a suspiciously unsteady breath from Tara’s end.

“Babe,” she starts, voice an octave lower, almost sultry, but you’re too far gone to notice. “You—uh—you should really drink some tea. Might help… with your throat.”

“I tried,” you mumble, head sinking into the pillow. “Burned my tongue. Fuck tea.”

Tara lets out a strained laugh. “Right. Yeah. Uh—so, how sick are you exactly?”

“Very,” you groan. “I can barely move. Why?”

She’s quiet for a moment, and then, her voice is softer. “No reason.”

You sniffle, rolling onto your side. “I probably sound disgusting.”

Tara, who is gripping her phone a little too tightly, lets out a nervous chuckle. “No. Not at all.”

You hum in response, already halfway to passing out again. “Mmm. I miss you.”

Tara lets out a shaky breath. “Yeah,” she mutters. “Miss you too.”

You’re out before you hear the way her voice lingers.

You come back to yourself slowly, your eyes fluttering open as you hear knocking at the door. It takes a moment for your brain to register the sound, still fogged up with feverish haze. You groan, rolling onto your back and blinking against the sunlight filtering through your curtains.

The knocking comes again, more insistent this time. "Hey, you awake?" Tara calls out, voice muffled by the door between you.

You open your mouth to respond, but it comes out as a strangled croak. Your throat feels like it's on fire. "Yeah," you rasp out, voice barely above a whisper. "Just a sec."

You heave yourself up to sitting with great difficulty, bones creaking in protest. Your room spins a little as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You sit there for a moment, head hanging between your shoulders, until the dizziness passes.

Shuffling to the door, you unlock it and crack it open. Tara stands on the other side, a look of concern etched on her face. She's holding a tray with a steaming mug and a plate of food.

"Hey," she says softly, brown eyes searching yours. "How are you feeling?"

You give a weak smile. "Awful. But better than yesterday, I think."

Tara frowns slightly, stepping into your room and shutting the door behind her. She sets the tray down on your desk and comes to stand in front of you, reaching out to feel your forehead.

"You're still so hot," she murmurs, frowning at the heat radiating off your skin. "I brought you some soup and tea. Figured you might need it."

You lean into her touch, nuzzling her palm. "Thanks," you mumble, voice rough and gravelly. "You didn't have to do that."

Tara shrugs, sliding her hand down to cup your cheek. "Of course I did. You're sick, dummy."

You huff out a weak laugh at that. Tara takes a step closer, until you're sharing the same air. You notice how her gaze lingers on your face for a long moment before flicking down to your lips.

"How about you sit down and eat something before the soup gets cold?" Tara suggests, voice a little strained. She clears her throat, pulling back and gesturing to the desk.

You sink back down onto the bed, moving slowly and deliberately to avoid jostling your aching body too much. Tara watches you with a mix of concern and... something else. Something you're too out of it to fully recognize just yet.

Settling yourself against the wall, you pull the tray onto your lap, eyeing the steaming mug of tea and bowl of soup. Tara sits down beside you, close enough that your legs are brushing against each other.

"Thanks for bringing this," you murmur, wrapping your hands around the mug. The heat seeps into your chill-prone fingers, and you sigh at the small comfort. You take a sip, wincing slightly at the heat, but welcoming the way it soothes your raw throat.

Tara watches you, lips pressed together. You glance at her and catch her gaze lingering on your mouth, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She clears her throat and looks away.

"Feel free to stay as long as you want," you offer, voice a low, rough rasp. "I could use the company."

Tara swallows hard, nodding. "Yeah. I... I want to be here for you."

You frown slightly, noticing the way her voice dips, the blush deepening. She's acting strangely, but you're too focused on not falling back asleep to think much of it.

"How's your throat feeling?" she asks softly, inching a bit closer to you.

You shrug, taking another sip of tea before answering. "'S okay. Better than yesterday. Still hurts though."

Tara nods, eyes flicking down to your lips again. She's quiet for a long moment before speaking.

"You sound... different," she says, voice barely above a whisper. There's a hitch in her breath at the end of the sentence.

"Yeah, I know," you rasp out, voice low and gravelly. "Guess it's from the sickness."

Tara swallows hard, and you finally notice the way she's looking at you, really look at her. The flush on her cheeks, the dilation of her pupils, the quick pulse fluttering at the base of her throat.

"Guess so," she breathes out, eyes still locked on your face

You study Tara's face, noticing the way her chest is rising and falling a little faster than usual, the flush that seems to be spreading down her neck. Something about her demeanor is setting off alarm bells in your foggy mind.

"Because you're acting weird," you point out, voice a low, concerned rumble. "And you keep staring at my mouth."

Tara's eyes fly up to meet yours, widening in surprise. She swallows hard, a visible gulp in her throat. For a moment, she looks flustered, at a loss for words.

"I... I didn't realize I was..." she starts, before trailing off. She clears her throat, looking away. "I'm just worried about you. You're really sick, and I want to make sure you're okay."

You narrow your eyes, not entirely convinced. "Tara, what's going on? Is there something you're not telling me?"

Tara takes a deep breath, and when she turns back to you, there's a new intensity in her eyes. A heat that makes your stomach flip, even through the haze of sickness.

"It's just... your voice," she says softly, slowly. "It's... really sexy like this. All low and rough..." She blushes deeply, looking mortified as soon as the words leave her mouth.

Your eyes widen, finally understanding the undercurrent of her behavior. A slow smirk spreads across your face, even as your cheeks flush with warmth.

"Oh, I see," you murmur, voice a low, husky rasp. "Well, I am a little bit dying, after all. Guess that's making me extra irresistible, huh?"

Tara's eyes widen, and she lets out a shaky laugh. "I... I didn't mean to be so blunt. That was really inappropriate of me to say out loud."

You shrug, taking another sip of tea. "Hey, no worries. I'm just happy you find me attractive, even when I'm a gross, sick mess."

Tara bites her lip, glancing at you from under her lashes. "You could never be a mess to me. Sick, yes. But never a mess."

You both end up sprawled out on the bed together, the TV flickering in front of you. Tara keeps shifting, tossing a pillow behind her back, before leaning forward to grab the remote and flip through channels.

You're too tired and fuzzy-headed to really pay attention to the screen, but you can feel the restless energy rolling off Tara in waves. She's practically vibrating, and you glance over at her with a furrowed brow.

"Hey, you okay?" you ask, voice a low rasp. "You seem... tense."

Tara startles, glancing over at you. She forces a smile, but it's strained at the edges.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she assures you quickly. "Just... wanna find something good to watch."

You shrug, sinking back against the pillows. "Whatever you want. I'm too out of it to care much."

Tara nods, but she's still fidgeting. You notice her eyes flick down to your lips again before darting away. There's a heat in her gaze that wasn't there before, and you suddenly feel a little warm under your blanket.

You're about to comment on it when Tara suddenly sits up straight, pointing at the TV.

"Hey, they're playing one of your favorite movies!" she exclaims, grabbing the remote. "Want me to put it on?"

You squint at the screen, trying to make out the title. It's one of those cheesy horror flicks you love, the kind with a campy plot and over-the-top kills. You smirk slightly.

"Sure. Why not," you rasp out, shrugging. "Might as well enjoy it, since I'm stuck in bed anyway."

Tara nods and hits play, flopping back down on the bed beside you. She's a little too close, her shoulder brushing against yours. You glance over at her and notice her gaze is glued to the screen, but there's a faraway look in her eyes.

You're about to ask her if she's sure she's okay when she suddenly turns to you, chewing on her bottom lip. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and her cheeks are flushed.

"Hey..." she starts softly, voice barely above a whisper. "Can I... can I ask you something?"

You frown slightly, noticing the way her breathing has picked up. "Of course. What's up?"

You blink slowly as Tara turns to face you fully, her brown eyes searching yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. Even through the sickness fogging your mind, you can sense the shift in the air between you, the electricity crackling like a live wire.

"What's on your mind?" you ask softly, voice a low rasp. Your words come out slower, more deliberate than you intended. Maybe it's the fever, or maybe it's the way Tara's gaze is burning into you, but you feel suddenly self-conscious, hyper-aware of every movement.

Tara takes a deep breath, and you watch as she swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing in her throat. She's looking at you like... like she wants to devour you whole. It's a look you've seen before, but never this intense, this hungry.

"I was just thinking about... well, your voice," she says quietly, almost hesitantly. "It's just... different. Really deep and rough and... sexy. Even more so than usual."

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you feel your cheeks heat under your sickly pallor. You're pretty sure you'm blushing, and the realization makes your head spin.

"Oh," you murmur, at a momentary loss for words. "I guess the sickness is doing weird things to me."

Tara nods, and you notice her tongue dart out to wet her lips. "Yeah. I guess it is."

There's a charged pause, and you're suddenly very aware of every inch of space between you. Tara's knee is brushing against yours, her shoulder pressed to your arm. The heat of her is seeping into you, and it's making your head swim in a way that has nothing to do with the fever.

"And I was thinking..." Tara starts again, a little breathlessly. "Maybe... maybe you could read to me? Like, from that comic you like so much? I want to hear more of your... voice."

Your heart stutters in your chest, and you blink slowly, trying to process her request. You're not sure if it's the sickness or the way Tara is looking at you, but you feel like you're drowning, pulled under by the intensity of her gaze.

"Okay," you breathe out, voice a low rasp. "If you want."

You start to read from the comic, your low, rough voice filling the room. But as you flip through the pages, you can't help but notice that Tara seems distracted. Her eyes are glazed over, not really focusing on the illustrations. Instead, she's staring at you, her gaze heavy and intense.

You pause, glancing up at her with a frown. "Everything okay? You seem... elsewhere."

Tara blinks, coming back to herself. She shakes her head, a little smile on her face. "Yeah, I'm fine. Your voice is just... really nice. It's hard to focus on anything else."

You feel a blush spreading across your cheeks, and you duck your head, focusing on the comic pages. "Sorry. I don't want to bore you."

"No, no, not at all," Tara assures you quickly. She's quiet for a moment before speaking again, her voice a little hesitant. "Can I... can I be honest with you?"

You glance up at her, eyebrows raised. "Of course. Always."

Tara takes a deep breath, and you watch as she seems to steel herself. "I just... I really want to kiss you right now. Like, really, really want to."

Your eyes widen, and you feel your heart stutter in your chest. "Oh," you breathe out, at a momentary loss for words. "Tara, I... I'm really sick right now. I don't want to get you sick too."

"I know," Tara says softly, reaching out to touch your cheek. Her fingers are warm against your skin, and you lean into the touch instinctively. "I just... I can't help it. You're just so... you're irresistible like this."

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "I appreciate it, but... I don't want to risk it. Especially with how bad this cold is."

Tara nods, a little sadly. "I understand. I do. I just... I wanted you to know how much I... I want you."

Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel a wave of emotion wash over you. Tara is looking at you with such raw, naked desire, it's overwhelming. You cover her hand with your own, squeezing it gently.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice a low rasp. "That means a lot to me. More than you know."

You blink slowly, trying to process Tara's bold words. A small, surprised laugh escapes your lips, turning into a cough as it catches in your sore throat. Tara looks a little sheepish, but there's still a determined glint in her eye.

"A little peck can't hurt, right?" she asks hopefully, a small smile playing on her lips. "And then, once you're all better... I'm totally jumping your bones. Consider it a promise."

You gape at her for a moment before a slow, stunned grin spreads across your face. "Wow, you're... wow," you rasp out, shaking your head in disbelief. "Okay. One little peck. And then... I guess we'll see what happens when I'm feeling better."

Tara grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. She leans in slowly, and you feel your heart start to race as she gets closer. Your eyes flutter shut instinctively, and you hold your breath in anticipation.

Softly, gently, Tara's lips brush against yours in the lightest of kisses. It's over in an instant, but it sends a shiver down your spine nonetheless. Tara pulls back, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Mm. Can't wait for that promise," she murmurs, her voice a low, husky rumble.

You open your eyes, blinking up at her dazedly. "Wow," you breathe out again, still trying to process the moment. "That was... wow."

Tara chuckles, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers linger on your cheek, and you lean into the touch.

"Get some rest," she whispers, her thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "You need it. And then... then we'll see about that other stuff."

She leans in to press another feather-light kiss to your forehead before settling back against the pillows, pulling you with her until your head is resting on her shoulder. You feel yourself starting to drift off, lulled by the warmth of her body and the promise of things to come.

[tyunn1ngz]

soobin nsfw alphabet

cw: as ambigious as i could but could come off as afab!reader in some sections! no gender stated as always<3

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

clingy!!!!! making sure ur alright, that nothing hurts, have u peed yet dont get urself an infection, do u need food or some water, u just want cuddles oh ok he can do that!!!!!!! its endearing despite overwhelming how much he cares :]

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his hands and ur wrists/neck and these go pretty hand in hand bc his obsession with both starts bc of how his hands look wrapped around different parts of u >_> !! becomes especially obsessed with how easily he can wrap his long fingers around ur wrists (although hes entirely too gentle everytime he does it in ur opinion) !

if u have tits he’d also be a very big fan of them!

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

another one who cums a Lot. loves cumming inside u so much dont make him pull out </3 he will of course but u could b filled w his babies cmon :< even if u can’t get pregnant he will be acting like u can and it makes him so nasty

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

RLY adores cumming in u and then clean it all up w his mouth, might feed it to u sometimes too, tongues tangled up w ur mingling tastes :p

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

a little but everytime u would think its his first time, and he knows what he’s doing up until pleasure makes him stupid, and his most feral instincts take over :3c

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)

pretty standard w missionary, likes seeing ur face especially when he wraps his fingers around ur throat. if u have boobies hes also a fan of u riding him just so theyre in his face and he can have his mouth on them the whole time. even if u dont hes gonna b sucking and licking at ur chest w reckless abandon tbh he doesnt care . shrugs

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hes more serious but not too intense, its typically light hearted bc its just him rly caring for u ! <3

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

generally well kept hes a manscaper or whatever but hes not that hairy to begin w. random but i want him to have heart pubes idk ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very!!!!!! intimate!!!!!!! even when he’s rough this man is fucking u like he loves u (which granted, he does) holding u close while he rearranges ur insides and tells u ur the prettiest person hes ever seen .. sighs dreamily

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if he cant be w u hes absolutely jerking off all the time and he loves it just as much as sex itself tbh. huge perv he cant help that his mind is always in dirty places and making his cock hard. who doesnt love jerking off sometimes ! hes real for that idgaf !

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

breeding or pretty much anything to do with cumplay at all. overstimulation and edging probably big ones for him too!!! both giving and receiving ;3c

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

besides ur bedroom, the couch bc it means u can ride him, and the shower; despite how inconvenient and slippery it might get sometimes ＿|￣|○

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally anything and everything u do will get him going. smth spills from ur mouth when u take a drink, hes hard. he gets even a tiny glimpse of under ur shirt, hes hard. he even remotely thinks abt kissing u a little deeper than whats usually chaste and hes hard. u name it, he’ll find some way to divert it in his mind to some perverse memory or fantasy

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

just nothing taboo, otherwise i don’t actually know what i’d say his turns off are … :S nothing to draw blood either

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

not any particular preference— he loves using his tongue on u as much as he loves having his cock in ur mouth, so u ask him and he’ll probably just end up shrugging and tell u that he’d love both at the same time if u would ever 69 w him<3 although he does like seeing u struggle to take his big cock w tears in ur eyes, so maybe sometimes he leans a little one way than the other ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ ！

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

slow to start with so u can get used to the stretch of taking him, hes so big after all :((( soothing u with a shaky ‘is it too much, baby?’ before he fucks the absolute lights out of u when u give him the go ahead x_x

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a quickie bc he loves getting off like i have said a few times now ! obviously loves it more when he has time to savour and rly enjoy himself w u but he loves it all the same that he gets to giggle w u while u breathlessly do smth so dirty ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and yes! risky to him sometimes is hotter and therefore best! ready to get caught by any of his members at anytime im afraid … poor guys … kinda …

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

lasts a long time but its bc he tries and wants u to cum first, otherwise he’d blow his load so fast. edges himself if he really thinks hes abt to give in to his high. will go for as many rounds as u want and can handle bc again, always managing to make himself hard around u so !

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

BIG fan of his fleshlight !!!! probably doesn’t own anything much else in terms of sex toys outside of that but thats all he probably needs anyway !!! jerking himself off w it when ur away, or fucking into it while u watch and say such dirty things to each other hnnnffff :(((((( ‘wish this was you, sweetheart. don’t you?’

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

a crazy amount, but he makes it worth it bc u always get what u want in the end anyway, why not let him have a little fun w it? ur just so pretty when u beg a little <3

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

louddd whimpers and the prettiest moans, and he practically hiccups when he gasps, he sounds sooooo pretty</3 tries his hardest to keep his volume down but u moan and it’s practically like a response the way he can’t help it :<

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

wants (needs) to be pegged/topped at least once in his lifetime but has no idea how to ask for it which is crazy bc of how nasty he already is in bed. if u wanna bottom just say that, king! u have the ass for throwing it back!

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ive seen the dick print tweets he is HUNG. end of talk thank u

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

do i need to comment on this one or have we gotten the message yet … say hi hi hi hi 안녕하고 말할 만큼

take me high high high high 나를 좀 더 데려가 줘

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not so much tired as he is just satiated? ,,,so he’ll be pretty dozy but loves to chat w u after the fact. or at least he likes listening to you talk yk? he’ll give u hums of acknowledgment while u run ur hands thru his hair and pretty soon u’ll have him snoring away against ur chest lol<3

[sparrowlucero]

I'm a lil confused, which line exactly did they confirm that the midnight creature causes you to kill other people?

I understand that the doctor suggested aliss's deafness made her immune to whatever the creature was saying (I understood this more as her being immune to becoming full on possessed a la midnight but idk), but Belinda didnt seem to have any murderous urges when it attached to her and neither did mo at the end? also why would the creature force you to physically kill ppl when it was having more fun inciting paranoia to get people to kill eachother and using the "behind you" gambit thing to kill people itself?

idk maybe I'm misreading things, there was a lot of confusion in ep for me over the exact rules the creature was following, esp wrt the switcharoo at the end. much to think about.......

yeah the episode says that everyone on the base went crazy, with aliss being the only one unaffected by this since she can't hear it; my understanding is that, rather than the uninfected people ganging up and killing the infected one out of paranoia and becoming infected themselves (rinse and repeat), the infected person (like her friend) became violent in some way and started trying to kill each other, and the reason she isn't also behaving this way is because it thralls people verbally:

but then they also repeatedly suggest that everyone was murdered out of paranoia over seeing the parasite until only aliss was left, as we both understood the premise:

(side note, I'm actually not sure of the significance of the half broken/half shot thing - they play it like a twist, but I can't really conceptualize the specifics of what happened at the mine before the soldiers showed up? I think maybe they wanted to have that beat where it gets killed by its reflection but in getting there lost a bit of clarity)

It's all pretty rough; the immunity aspect really moves it from 'they killed each other one by one out of fear to try to off the creature until it was just aliss left' to something I don't think really coheres together. I do strongly suspect the whispering was probably a messy last minute rewrite after the actress was cast to incorporate the character's deafness in the plot in some way, hence why it doesn't actually show up in the episode wrt belinda and mo (it's possible that this replaced some other immunity in an earlier script, but it seems more likely to me that this aspect simply just didn't exist at first and she was meant to be alive just because she was the last one left, as she directly says) And yeah I'm pretty positive something in the switcharoo ending got changed and that's why it feels kind of confusing/the rules of the creature are a bit different out of nowhere. Who knows what lol, I think they probably initially wanted a reveal that the captain jumping down the well was all for naught because it never left aliss at all and wasn't even in the room during the episode's climax; there's even a punchy shot specifically showing that there's 4 individuals on the lift (despite there only being 3)

[oddballwriter]

Hello! I have a vague idea for something, hope that's alright! I've seen other people write and it got me thinking about more and it got me thinking about more scenarios and possibilities and I started thinking about dbbq!ena x reader where the reader gets hurt and ena freaks out cause she doesn't know how to help or handle it cause she doesn't know how human or organic?? bodies work since her world and the entities there are so different from ours. Could be a smaller injury (deep cut that's just bleeding a lot but not enough to cause major problems or something) or could be a major injury (losing a limb, long deep cut, idk dawg can't think of examples, sorry) and she again, freaks out. It'd be completely up to you on what the injury is and how severe, doest matter to me. Writing this also made me wonder on whether or not an injury could get infected in her world. Is bacteria the same there? Or would it just not get infected? Also, sorry my examples aren't great and I didn't give many, I tried and my mind went blank like I'm taking a test, lol. You absolutely don't have to write this if you don't want!

Anyways, I love your writing and your doing great! Have a great day <3

Small Mishap of Personal Property

Dream BBQ ENA’s reaction to her partner getting injured

Warning: Gender neutral reader (pronouns and gender never mentioned or used). Reader getting injured (minor cut on the hand), bleeding, and pain. Implications that ENA is having a trauma-based response towards reader’s injury.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

You were trying to make a jump right behind ENA. She managed to make it fine, but you’re foot tripping on the ledge of the platform. You were set to land perfectly fine on the ground, but the knowledge that your jump went a bit wrong triggered your instincts to brace yourself for the fall or to catch yourself. The momentum made you slide just a little on your extended hands and you felt a sharp pain on one of them in particular. When you get up and check yourself for any scraps and then look to your hand, you realize that you’ve cut yourself on something and that’s what the sharp pain was.

It looks a bit deep and it’s actively bleeding, and of course stings with pain, but it’s not that bad. You’d probably just need to wash the wound and wrap it with something

But you hear the sound of ENA glitching, with bother her voices making noise. You look up at her and she’s already lunging to you and taking your hand

You can see it on her face that she’s panicking and worried

Her salesperson side is jabbering about “critical work ethic violation” and “liability to precious cargo” to which her meanie side comes and starts looking genuinely panicked rather than scolding you

She’s really freaking out, you can’t fully understand why. Maybe she’s so worried because she still doesn’t fully understand how injuries work for you and knows that avoiding pain and injuries is a thing “programmed into your squishy code source (your brain)”, and thinks that all injuries are bad for you. Or a response that she has that comes from a more… troubling time.

Either way, you make an effort to reassure her that you’re fine and just need to clean and bandage it

She looks at you confused. Like you just said a concept that is alien to her.

…maybe it is? Maybe people don’t get injured the same way you do as a human. Maybe when people here get hurt they just regenerate or something. Maybe this is the first time ENA’s ever heard of having to clean and dress a wound. Do you even need to clean it? Do infections exist here? Like bacteria? What the hell would you even clean it with? There’s nothing here like actual water. Or anything that can be a bandage

You set for ripping off a piece of your clothes that would work

ENA watches you intensely, like she’s watching you do surgery as you wrap your hand and tie it to keep it from slipping off

You show your hand to her and say “See? All better.”

She visibly calms down and her salesperson side pipes up, commenting “Fascinating. Have we mitigated the collateral damage of our form?”

You tell her yes, through you might have to take the safer route next time till it your hand heals and avoid getting another one and possibly freak her out again

She agrees and vows to “take less business risks when in the possession of highly valuable properties of my admirations.”

[kaiasky]

idk whenever somebody equates empathy w/ moral good or like ability to be compassionate or moral or whatever im just like. ???? fucking how

bc like maybe I will reluctantly agree that empathy is helpful to 1) have an intuition for what other ppl are feeling 2) to intuitively develop a moral sense that other people's feelings matter. (if I think abt stealing ur bike I think how it'd feel if somebody stole mine so I don't do it.) 3) connected to 1. I think it might make u a better gift-giver or something.

but like. idk the first thing you learn as a kid about empathy is how to suppress it about certain types of people right. you're walking to school and there's a man shouting and he looks really angry and you ask your parents if we should talk to him and see what's the matter, and ur parents hustle you along and inform you that we don't need to worry about why every stranger is mad sometimes it's just best to leave people alone because they could be dangerous.

so fucking from the jump, empathy is, like disgust or beauty, a terrible way to decide who matters or what is right etc. but idk that's kinda aside the point I'm getting at.

the point is like. whenever I feel empathy it is 100% a negative towards my ability to act in a compassionate manner. like. somebody tells me "everything is awful and there's no escape I can see and it hurts just being alive" and. does empathy tell me what they need me say??

no the fuck it does not. empathy makes me flighty and scared like the walls are closing in because I remember that feeling.

and it makes me want to say "you're right! it is fucking hopeless, I had forgotten for a while but now I remember". and it makes me want to say "I remember when I was in this place and there is nothing I can say or do that will offer more than a brief splash in the pool of darkness. sorry."

And if I stop maintaining a active hold on my emotions, I start to echo all the negative emotions somebody feels back @ them in my voice & body language.

so like. the best way I know right now to cheer somebody up is to be understanding but to suppress the empathetic response and be relentlessly cheerful and try and infect them with that or at least use that cheer to distract them into doing something that is engaging.

idk. It's possible I experience empathy kinda different than other ppl. like am definitely not the most emotionally intelligent person. maybe for other ppl it's less overwhelming or picks up more subtleties or something. but even then even if it is a little more useful to other people I kinda cannot ever imagine it being an actually useful thing that helps you be Good??

[potato-lord-but-not]

idk if it's unpopular or just nobody's considered the concept or maybe i am just too fond of medical knowledge but one of my takes is, if Arthur remains blind when John gets his own body his left hand to the elbow and right foot that John used to control are somewhat numb. It's a lot like when your legs fall asleep, a warm cold feeling, but no pinpricks and you can move them but not as coordinated or presise. More important to note however is this means if Arthur gets hurt in these places it is incredibly hard to notice, any should be pain is far away and feels like vague pressure. It seems and likely seemed small. There is a good chance Arthur would not even bring it up because he thought in a couple days that turned into weeks that maybe he was imagining or it'd go away on its own, but like leprosy thats how it does the most damage. And of course being blind doesn't help and it starts becoming scary. In the right time of year or being on the job, most people who don't experience pain rely on the sight of blood, a bruise, something visual, but how do you know youre bleeding if it feels no different from the sweat that drips down your neck and back? And if youre wearing particularly dark colors how many strangers are likely to notice if your sock takes on a red hue before you notice a squelch when you step? Just like his eyes if Arthur even went to a doctor, coaxed into entering an office and being patronized for a lack of symptoms the most likely conclusion would be Psychosomatic. If he's lucky told stress, but more likely that it's all in his head (ironic in a way, yeah that thing in his head was named John and likely the one who brought him here but hes not in there now is he?). But even if thats the issue being in your head doesn't mean you don't get bruises, cuts and scrapes. It means you don't stop putting weight on a foot when you step on an nail and it pierces far beyond the sole of your shoe. It means you might not notice a cut on your arm has become infected until you come down with a fever and the only thing you can say to explain yourself is "It didn't feel painful. I thought i was managing." the second half of that statement feeling like a lie because if anything you were drowning the moment you realized you could spend all day walking around and have no idea you were injured. It means at the end of the day even if you didnt want to be a bother, there is such a heavy comfort in someone rolling up your sleeve and making sure if anything is there that its cleaned, and bandaged. And maybe its also a comfort for them to grab that same hand and give a slow deliberate squeeze that your can't reciprocate but you can feel it, and know that one isnt hurting you. Anyways im rambling that's it thats the concept take notes, im telling you there is so much potential here. Im so normal about this concept

good lord absolutely no notes just everyone read this

[lotties-ashwagandha]

ellie williams x fem!reader

this started as a drabble thing and got too long so I’m formatting it pretty!!!

when you join ellie williams on a new patrol route and find an old liquor store, you can't help but stop to search. eventually you find an old bottle of whiskey hidden in the back — so deciding to take a break from patrol, you sit together behind the cash register and indulge yourselves.

you don’t think about what a horrible idea it is to ride your horses back to jackson drunk until you’re halfway through your second drink. it’s getting late, the horses are secure from what lurks outside, and the doors have been barricaded well — the two of you might just stay the night, tell everyone back in jackson that you got stuck because of a passing group of infected. maybe you will find a way back tonight — it’s too much to think about when ellie is sitting so close to you and the alcohol is starting to put you in a haze.

she looks relaxed for once. the tension of patrol has melted away, and from the window in the front of the store you can see the sunset. the golden light catches in ellie’s eyes, casts over her in a way that makes her seem more at peace than you’ve ever known her to be.

usually on nights like this you would start to talk about the outbreak — the deaths you have witnessed, the people you’ve killed, different types of infected you have witnessed crawling about. but tonight takes a different turn. you ask ellie what sort of life she would want if you had lived before the outbreak. when she says she would’ve wanted to ride in a spaceship, you laugh — not because it wouldn’t have been an achievable goal, because ellie could do anything if she put her mind to it, but because spaceships were actually fucking real once.

you don’t have time to explain yourself though, because ellie is already teasing you by saying she wouldn’t allow you entry on her spaceship. you would, you tell her. you love me.

she does. it’s all that is certain to her, you are the only thing she is not immune to, and you know it just as well when she pulls you to kiss her. it’s cautious and soft, something foreign to her, because in a world of so much violence and death an occasion for gentleness is rare. yet ellie takes advantage of it. she loves the way your body fits against hers as her hands plant on your waist. she loves the gentle gasp you grant her when she starts kissing and nipping at your neck, just below your jaw.

most of all, what ellie really adores is the love in your eyes when you meet her gaze, and that even in a land where death is the only constant, she is sure that you are fated to spend your lives together.

if you got to the end of this you’re GAAAAYYY HA! sorry idk why I said that I’m gay too. HA! I’m not sure if this is long enough to warrant putting my taglist so I’m not going to BUT I love you all wee hoodle!!!

[dramashutup]

Yknow as much as i dislike how the drama diverted from the novel, it's mainly because...well, it's a skill issue on my part lmao. I really can't watch any stories that separate the couple after they've gotten together.

The novel certainly dealt with it all differently, and I much prefer that because I feel too much of their second hand pain so I really rather wait it out for the happier time

But when you think about why Wen Yifan did what she did. It is understandable.

I suppose we can look at it as, the two ways things could've gone. In the novel, The Bastard didn't try to frame Sang Yan's restaurant.

He only went after Yifan and Sang Yan in a way that doesn't really affect Sang Yan, by not paying when he's ordered so much drinks, harassing Yifan etc.

She really doesn't want anything to hurt Sang Yan in any way. She didn't really care about her own wellbeing. She wanted SY to stay safe.

Remember she said he should stay happy and he deserves all the good things? I'm paraphrasing, you get it lol. For Yifan, who's traumatized and never been prioritized by her family, she is like a stain in SY life if his life becomes endangered.

Yes, harassing Yifan is monstrous but I think she much rather go through that alone than have something actually affect Sang Yan. It's when something like this happens that she gets so scared for Sang Yan and feels inferior.

Idk how to tell you the inferior feeling of not wanting to 'infect' the people that you love with the horrible people that you know. Iykyk.

Even from the beginning, without knowing what happened to her, Yifan's first knee jerk reaction was always to not be a 'bother' to other people-- if she could do everything on her own, she would. She's too independent because she wasn't prioritized by her own mother, and she had to fend for herself from a young age.

When she was asking if it's okay for her to stay in the apartment, her first question was about what SY felt about it, if it doesn't bother him.

Yes she was healing and extending her hand, to make an effort, to make SY knows that he is also loved by her,, but she's not completely healed, isn't she? She's trying, yes. But these things take time. It's not easy to get over a lifetime of trauma.

I cannot for the life of me understand why some people basically say she's being ungrateful to SY smh. SY never asked for a payback. He simply loves her.

Oh also, since I'm already deepdiving into it, my theory with her always looking at the clock? Because subconsciously when you're a trauma survivor, you're anxious about the happiness finally running out, being happy feels like a miracle-- do I really deserve being loved and cared for by all these people, she said.

I don't remember if she said this in the drama or only in the novel, but she said something along the lines of, what if SY finally sees that she's nothing after they get together.

It's an accumulation of insecurity, not healed yet trauma, self preservation and survival instinct

Some stories like to portray that love heals all, probably true. But realistically, any kind of healing takes time. And sometimes patients are known to go back into their shells.

[bots-and-cons]

hi! saw requests were open and was wondering if you could do an ask where the human reader gets infected with dark energon but instead of being dangerous it turns them into a sort of herald of unicron, and the reader is constantly going back and forth from being there normal self with the bots to trying to fight off unicrons influence on their mind

A/N: You didn't really clearly mention who you wanted, so I just did who I felt like writing lol. Idk what this is, but it's what you get, I hope it's fine

You got exposed to dark energon, because of Megatron and you started acting strange

It wasn't really even noticeable at first, but it kept getting more intense

Ratchet was the first to notice, because he spends the most time with you, since he doesn't go on missions often and is usually at the base

You started hearing these whispering voices, and they kept getting louder over time

You didnt' even notice you'd started talking back to the voices, before Ratchet asked you about it

It didn't seem like you were just talking to yourself, so he got worried

He of course reported this to Optimus, so he was aware of what was going on with you

Optimus made the decision that you should stay at the base for the time being, until the effects subsided

You would've probably started some sort of cult if they let you around people

Eventually you started speaking about some really weird stuff, like how "Unicron will rise again" and "The end is near"

All kinds of doomsday stuff

Bee was kind of weirded out by all the stuff you were saying, because you really seemed to believe it when you were under Unicron's influence

Of course so was everyone else, but Bee especially for some reason

They were all worried about you, because even though time went by, the effects didn't seem to go away

When you were under the influence of the dark energon you also tried to sometimes sabotage the autobots, though you didn't realize you were doing it

When Ratchet was using different kinds of equipment, sometimes they would be broken or something

He of course knew it was you, but he couldn't really blame you since you were under the influence of Unicron, but it still annoyed him a lot

So someone had to kind of follow you around a lot of the time, to make sure you didn't do anything dangerous or break anything crucial

Bee, Arcee and Bulkhead sort of took turns babysitting you when you were going on about Unicron and wandering around the base

On the other hand, sometimes you're just fully yourself, and you have only little memory of the whole episode

Arcee especially thinks it's unnerving how the situation just changes so quickly and without warning

She keeps a really keen eye on you, because she wants to make sure you're safe and that you don't sabotage anything

[sen-ya]

Life After Info Post

[Click here to access the Life After Digital Comic Book]

Summary: Two years ago, a viral outbreak rose the dead. Considering how his life had gone up to this point, surgeon Trafalgar Law figured this might as well happen too. When a supply run into the nearby city gets intercepted by a seemingly reckless and impulsive former patient, the dependable routine Law had settled into in this new life shatters. He finds himself exposed — his body out in the infected landscape, his conscious clawing to define what he believes is right, his heart begrudgingly deciding to find a new home on his sleeve. Maybe there’s more than a virus roaming the new world that can bring a dead man back to life.

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence, zombies/body horror (but lbr I am not good at making scary things look scary)

Relationships: Luffy x Law

Update Schedule: New page every Monday/Wednesday/Friday

Page Count: [37 posted | 55 drawn]

Latest Update: [7/21/24] WOWEE did I get myself carried away this morning. I just spent 5 hours organizing my comics and creating the digital comic book pages. I could have spent that time drawing or idk not doing what I do for my job, but I cannot be stopped. Anyway I blocked out 30 pages of this comic last week and they include the most intense action sequence I've ever done in my gotdang life. Wish me luck because I am nervous about tying down all my drawings lmao.

OLD UPDATES:

[6/29/24] HULLO! I'm doing so bad at keeping my masterposts updated lately I am sorry. All pages of life after are tagged life after if you're ever looking between masterpost updates! Also exciting update, I finally have figured out all the different plot points i'm gonna be hitting (yay!). I got hung up on something for awhile that made me not wanna work on this project, but I'm back at it. I think we'll end up with 6-7 parts! I have probably another 80-100 pages to draw lol. Also i got the app Magic Poser and it's AWESOME and I immediately used it to block out sets cuz MAN I hate backgrounds.

[6/10/24] HELLO. I'm sorry I've been shit at updating my masterposts lately. It's easiest to do from my computer, which I rarely use, and life has been happening. I also can't believe I bungled the queue and posted pg19 before pg18 i am very sorry 🤦 Eventually I'll have to turn this into an airtable base I'm sure, but until that day comes where I have like 100 pages of this comic we're stickin to the regular post lmao

[5/26/23] I got real caught up in doing summer of lawlu comics this week and this is the first week since the first week of April I haven't drawn new Life After pages and it feels weird 🙊

[5/19/24] More Luffy backstory comin' this week! :^)

[5/12/24] Updating now so get myself on schedule to update on Sundays like I had been with my other comic master post!

[5/8/24] Thank you to everyone who's liked/reblogged/comment on the first few pages!! It means the world to me that anyone's reading my silly little comics.

[4/28/24] HULLO. It’s happeninnng. I’ve spent the last few weeks working on this comic, and I gotta make this post so I can start queuing pages & link this in them! This is the most like….legit? Comic endeavor I’ve undertaken perhaps….ever. I’m very nervous about committing to how long it will need to be lol. This story is dear to my heart — zombie content is kind of my very favorite. I’ve always found it to be a great backdrop for exploring themes like grief, coping with change, community, and learning to live again. It’ll be a long haul but I hope you’ll ride it out with me!! Tomorrow I’ll be posting the first two pages. After that a page will post every Monday/Wednesday/Friday. As of this post I’ve completed over 20 pages so that I have a good lead on what’s posting and continuing to write, so I’m hopeful that’s a cadence I’ll be able to maintain. I’ll update this post weekly to include the most recent pages the way I do with my main comics master post. All pages will be tagged 'Life After' and I'll tag any pages with zombies in them with 'zombie' for blacklisting etc.

[galactic-knightmare]

The tADC fam but BUGS

...I had the sudden urge to draw Hollow Knight stuff but I'm still hyperfixated on tADC, so the solution? CROSSOVER ...which is weird. I'm usually really not into crossovers, and I don't generally like them all too much, but for some reason my brain thinks their Cool with tADC?? and I end up thinking of lore and stuff for them?? idk man my brain is. going through something lmao. AAaaannyway, lore n' stuff under the cut!

starting wiiiiithhh Kinger! :

Since Hollow knight doesn't have computers- or they do? I have no idea how to describe Monomon's lab. so instead he's kinda like a scientist but not? whatever it is that Monomon is. big brain boi.

Anyway he worked with Monomon and the Pale King on creating the vessels, but had no idea exactly what they were- he thought they were just going to be like the kingsmould- just mindless machines that are shaped like bugs. he did not know they were essentially the king and queen's kids, which were being experimented and killed en mass. So naturally, when he found out, he was pissed.

So when Hollownest starts falling after the failed sealing of Radiance, he ends up accidentally finding a surviving vessel, albeit a strange one. he ends up kinda loosing it due to guilt and stuff, so we end up with our beloved Kinger we all know and love (just fluffier and a bug)

Queenie :

Queenie is a retired Wasp warrior in this, having either come from a different Kingdom, or the arena of fools. She ended up acting as a guard for hire, and ended up meeting Kinger and becoming a sort of extra guard at Monomon's lab where they were working. One thing leads to another and eventually they end up married.

Aaaand now we have two options for this- the Angst Option, or the less Angst Option.

the Angst Option is that, like how she abstracted in the series, in this AU she ends up with the infection, and either dies completely or ends up with her infected corpse hidden inside a locked room in their house. very depressing and stuff.

the non-angst option is that she got injured pretty badly while defending their home from some Infected bugs, and ended up bedridden, so she doesn't leave their home that much anymore, thus why you don't generally see her.

aaand now Pomni! :

Pompom is one of the three known survivors of the Deepnest tribes. (the others being Hornet and Midwife, four if we're counting that unknown weaver we see at one point) She's stuck as a lone hunter, usually sticking to greenpath since there's more things to hunt. eventually she meets Kinger and they end up befriending each other. as scatterbrained as the moth is, he's one of the few non-infected beings around now, so she's happy to have some company now.

despite coming from a family of weavers, Pomni really isn't fond of weaving. She's somewhat like Hornet, with preferring battle over words. despite how quick to attack she is though, its mostly due to nervousness. they can't attack you if they've already been stabbed. outside of battle she's the Pomni we all know and love- nervous and anxious to an extreme.

While she's fond of Kinger (and Queenie in the non-angst version) she's got mixed feelings with the weird Vessel that lives with the two. More often than not, she ends up either wanting to slap him or hug him. the two usually end up on patrols around Greenpath together, although hardly any hunting gets done during those.

Aaaand finally my beloved boi, Caine :

He's the vessel! obvs. but something went a bit wrong. either he got into something he shouldn't, or he ended up experimented on by someone else. (or maybe he just had a brief encounter with a grimmkin that decided yes, this smol pale child shall now have some of my powers for shits and giggles). Either way, he's ended up as a hybrid of the two, with the raptor-claws, tail, and facial markings of a Grimmkin, but the spikes and everything else of a Vessel. The grimmkin glow/nightmare energy however is a liiittle fucked for some reason though, since it's blue and green instead of the normal red.

either way, he managed to escape the void unlike most of the millions of vessels, and ended up in the care of Kinger (and Queenie) eventually. He usually follows the two around like a lost puppy, though since meeting Pomni, he's started following her around too. he steers clear of Hornet obviously- his bio half-sister scares him (as she should- we all know how she handled vessels before Ghost)

Hes also unusually short for a Vessel, and a Grimmkin honestly. he's not that much taller than Ghost, who's still in the child-stage of a Vessel. his tail also isn't fully right either- instead of the spiked tail of a Vessel or the Scorpion tail of a Grimmkin, it instead doesn't even have a tailtip, and is instead constantly leaking soul/nightmare energy. Its concerned Kinger greatly, but theres not much he can do about it.

He's also not genderless like other Vessels- or he is, but prefers he/him. or hes a gremlin like how I picture Caine, and is technically in a way genderfluid? idk how to describe my son lmao