#little cryptid type of way

[annaizscribbling]

yello, gren, bloo :)

I am politely haunting you in a beautiful forest. It is deliciously cool and damp, and though you cannot quite confirm my existence, I am comforted by yours. I hope you see little signs of my existence, and know that I am there, and intrigued and supportive of you :)

[unnonexistence]

oh my god i should reread one of the bailey school kids books. it would be so funny

[multiversal-pudding]

A fun Danny Phantom idea:

One of those “mediums tormented by the fact they can’t turn Off the ability to see ghosts” types moves to Amity, and for the most part, it’s great! Like yeah maybe there’s still ghosts everywhere, but now they can react normally, because finally for once in their life everyone else sees the ghosts too. Granted, judging from what everyone else says it sounds like they’re seeing significantly tamer humanoid proper-manifestations than the near-incomprehensible masses of emotion, spectral energy, and whatever that particular spirit’s associated with they’re used to seeing, but eh- between how jaded they are to seeing stuff like that after all these years and the fact that in practice the response of “GTFO” tends to be applicable regardless of whether you’re dealing with a poltergheist in overalls who likes hucking boxes at people, a giant robot guy who’s yelling about world domination, or reality breaking fever dream vomit, it’s not too big a deal

…There’s just ooooone little problem

Which is that when people look at the Fenton’s youngest kid and when people see local town hero/cryptid The Phantom, clearly everyone ELSE is seeing two different people/entities, but in their case, all they see is the same wild plasma-lightning living tear in reality either way, and they’re afraid if they mix the two “identities” up they’re either A) gonna fuck up some poor kid’s life/put him and those around him in danger, B) piss off a very powerful spirit whose repeatedly proven why that’s a very bad idea, or C) both-

(Bonus points if it’s some completely mundane guy like Ted the Bus Driver/ the county deputy in training/ some poor janitor who’d be reasonably expected to come in contact with either one fairly frequently-)

[supernova2205]

Breaking In

Ghost x reader

Summary: A bet turns into a full-blown mission can Ghost actually blush? You’re determined to find out, and when he finally does.

It started as a simple challenge a casual bet with Soap over whether Ghost was even capable of blushing. After all, the man seemed impervious to everything: bullets, explosions, biting sarcasm. What were a few teasing words compared to all that?

Soap had scoffed. "No way in hell. If anyone could make him blush, it's you, but I still say it's impossible."

Challenge accepted.

Over the next week, you made it your mission to break the unbreakable. A little comment here, a well-placed compliment there, all wrapped up in that cheeky smirk of yours.

"Y'know, Ghost, for someone who skulks in the shadows all the time, you've got an unfairly nice bone structure. Ever thought about modeling?" You leaned against the armory table, watching as he methodically cleaned his sidearm.

His hand stilled for just a fraction of a second before he resumed as if you hadn't said a word.

"Nah? Shame. Those cheekbones could cut glass."

Soap snorted from across the room, barely containing his laughter. Ghost, on the other hand, merely sighed through his mask. "Get lost."

Undeterred, you kept at it. If Ghost thought you’d give up so easily, he clearly underestimated you.

Day Two

"You ever been in love, Ghost?" You asked innocently during lunch. The rest of 141 perked up immediately Price raised an eyebrow, Soap nearly choked on his drink, and Gaz made a quiet bet with himself that this was the moment you’d be thrown out the window.

Ghost didn't look up from his meal. "What kind of question is that?"

"A valid one. Humor me."

There was a long pause before he muttered, "Not the type to go talkin' about that."

"I think he's dodging the question because it's a yes," Soap whispered loudly to Gaz.

You tapped your chin thoughtfully. "What’s her name, Ghost? Or his? I don’t judge."

Soap let out a wheeze. Gaz stifled a laugh behind his fist. Price shook his head, clearly regretting his life choices that led him to this moment.

Ghost didn’t dignify you with a response.

Day Three

"Alright, you grumpy cryptid, you win." You threw your hands up in mock defeat after dinner. "Maybe you are immune to embarrassment. Shame, really. I had this whole dramatic speech planned for the day I made you blush. It was gonna be legendary."

Ghost stared at you for a beat before muttering, "You're an idiot."

"Yeah, but an idiot with perseverance."

And then, just when you thought you’d hit a wall, it happened.

Day Four

It had been a brutal mission one of those drawn out, exhausting slogs that left everyone battered and half-dead on their feet. The team was back at base, sore and recovering, when you finally found an opening.

Ghost had taken off his mask, as he sometimes did in the barracks when he thought no one was looking. You knew better than to make a big deal out of it. Instead, you casually plopped down next to him, stretching out your sore limbs with a dramatic groan.

"Y'know, Simon," you said, deliberately using his real name just to see if it got a reaction, "I've seen a lot of scary things in my time, but I think the most terrifying thing I've ever witnessed is you not knowing how to take a compliment."

He turned his head slightly, eyeing you with suspicion. "The hell are you on about now?"

"I mean, honestly, you're a menace. Someone tells you you're skilled? You grunt. Someone tells you they appreciate you? You nod. Someone tells you you're devastatingly handsome—"

"That never 'appens."

You leaned in with a grin. "It just did."

Ghost opened his mouth, shut it, then turned away slightly. And that’s when you saw it.

The faintest dusting of red on his ears.

You blinked.

Then you grinned.

Then you *cackled.*

"Oh my God. You *can* blush!"

Soap, who had been walking by, froze before backtracking at full speed. “Wait—what?”

"Look at him! He's actually—oh, this is the best day of my life."

Ghost groaned and rubbed a hand down his face. "You're insufferable."

You, still basking in your victory, elbowed Soap. "I told you I'd win the bet. Pay up."

Soap muttered curses under his breath as he pulled out a crumpled twenty and slapped it into your waiting hand.

"Totally worth it," you said, tucking it into your pocket. "And don’t think I’m letting you live this down, Ghost."

Ghost merely shook his head as he stood, muttering something about finding new teammates.

But you didn’t miss the way he tugged his mask back down just a little too quickly, as if trying to hide the evidence.

Too late.

You'd already won.

Authors note: I’m back! Apologies for my brief absence. I had a lot on my plate. I’m excited to share this small ghost fic with you all. Isn’t he adorable? I can’t help it when a man blushes anyways.Enjoy! 🫶🏼

[darksilvania]

Finally Finished the PARALOUSE line, even expanded it a little

Im trying a new format here, do you like it this way or do you prefer the old one?

Like this, without the Dex information in the pic (Shiny versions as example)

PARALOUSE is based on the tongue-eating louse (Cymothoa exigua) who gets inside the mouth of fish and replaces their tongues

PARALOUSE can evolve by taking over one of 2 pokemon, either SQUAKER, a parrotfish pokemon, or AGUAVEILA, a jellyfish pokemon

SQUAKER is based on the Steephead Parrotfish, its regular colors are based on the Scarlet Macaw and its shiny colors are based on the Galah Cockatoo

AGUAVEILA is based on the Deepstaria Enigmatica, a type of jellyfish known to form simbiotic relationships with a type of isopod

When paired with SQUAKER, PARALAOUSE will evolve into PARASCYLLA, this pokemon is based on mermaids and the greek monster Scylla, a creature with the upper body of a woman but a lower body comprised of heads and tails

If paired with AGUAVEILA, PARALOUSE will evolve into PARANYGMA, this pokemon is based in many legends of ghost brides who died at sea

SQUAQUER alone evolves into PARROTEER, they are PARASCYLLA's natura predator and are based on the Humphead Parrotfish mixed with pirates, its regular colors are based on the Dracula Parrot while its shiny colors are based on the Blue and Gold Macaw

AGUAVEILA alone evolves into AEROVELLA, this pokemon is based on the Atmospheric Jellyfish, a type of cryptid

[sharksarewaterdogs]

Now I know "Bruce knows the League's secret identities while they have no idea who he is" is a thing & all and it can be used for some fun scenarios, but consider—

A Clark who knows Bruce's secret identity and a Bruce who doesn't know Clark's.

And better, a Clark who doesn't know Bruce doesn't know.

It's Bruce Wayne's first years as Batman. He is Mr. Edgy Loner Man to the max, except he's just recently had a brightly colored child following him around (???? Is it a demon, is it his spawn, who knows). Very little is known about him outside Gotham except that he is a cryptid-ass Dark and Brooding type who wants other heroes to keep tf out. He's encountered Superman a few times and seems to despise him.

Clark, our young investigative journalist, looks into Batman to make sure he's not actually the Devil of Gotham, a vampiric creature with an iron fist over the city draining its lifeblood, as the rumors go. Finds the dots. Connects them.

Almost immediately ends up covering an event attended by Brucie Wayne and his new ward.

Oh god. The Bat knows. Backtrack backtrack backtrack, get through this & never meddle in the affairs of the Bat or Gotham again.

Except, the thing is—Clark is nice. He is a sunshine guy, bleeding heart, he exudes hope and comfort.

And Bruce is actually in his Overstressed Emo Loser era.

He's in way over his head. He's got trust issues ×1,000. He's a new dad and a CEO and a superhero in one of the most crime-riddled cities of America. The press is his mortal enemy & he's battling it now to seem like a good enough guardian for Dick when he's not even sure if he is. He's running on caffeine and anxiety.

And Clark is the first reporter who he feels actually seems to see him & his kid as people, and who is just so... kind.

So he tries to pull strings to get Clark to interview him more often.

(The Batman might not be known much outside Gotham, but Bruce Wayne is a celebrity & a mysterious one at that, who disappeared for years after his parents' death and only semi-recently started out in public life again. Any newspaper, not just Gotham ones, would leap at a chance for personal interviews with him.)

(Probably idk how newspaper shit works tbh go with it for the Story.)

Clark? Panics. This is a power play. This is a threat. The Bat is dangling it over his head that he knows that Clark knows and maybe the Batman can't defeat Superman (debatable, Clark doesn't wanna push his luck), but Bruce Wayne can Absolutely defeat Clark Kent. Sure, if Clark disappears in Gotham his bestie Lois will come in swinging with the steel chair, but he's not even sure she can take on Bruce Wayne.

Goodbye world it was nice knowing you.

Clark reluctantly accepts the jobs, and gradually starts to know Bruce Wayne. He is still convinced it's a threatening power play, esp as Bruce will occasionally let slip that his grudge against Superman (he is convinced there are some skeletons in that guy's closet, no one is that nice—except Clark, Clark's the one (1) exception). But Bruce is just so good at his nice guy/tired dad front it pulls at Clark's heart strings anyway and Oh No he's getting feelings this is bad bad bad bad bad.

(Yeah Bruce isn't putting up much of a front with him actually, and doesn't realize it but he is Crushing Hard on Clark.)

Dick liked Clark immediately and also probably immediately recognized him as Superman but he's not going to say that, are you kidding, he's a feral goblin child, his middle name is Mischief.

Alfred really wishes Bruce was less oblivious to his crush but he's too Reserved British Butler to say so clearly. He very much approves though.

Eventual Superbat happy ending ofc but it is a Trip to get there.

[soulstutters]

hi there!

woohoo I was wondering if you could write something with Okarun, maybe with a sunshine but quiet Reader? Like a caring and sweet reader who takes care of everyone including him...

Have a great day!

Candy Crush

pairing: Okarun x gn!Reader

a/n: i had to start completely over to get this to something i liked and i still dk if it's good enough blehhhhh. i had fun with it though, thanks for requesting!! i don't think i did a good job with the taking care of everyone thing :(

It was a beautiful day and Okarun could feel it all over. It was like the sun was beaming down on him and the wind was guiding him as he biked the way to the Ayase residence. He was headed to meet up with his friends for a nice lunch. He slowed down for just a moment to shove his right hand in his jacket pocket, making sure his treasures were still inside. Momo had teased him and called it all trash the other day, but you know the saying. Okarun knew these candy wrappers were deserving of far more than a landfill. There was nothing special about the wrappers themselves, crumpled and empty of their sweets. The only thing worth noting about the pile was that each and every one of them was yellow, whether they boasted the taste of tangy pineapple or creamy banana. A little more important than their color to Okarun was the person they were from. 

You. 

You were new to their little cryptid crew, and you were a great addition. You smiled and hung out with them and helped with every supernatural situation. And the candy. The candy was Okarun’s favorite part. Every time you saw him you’d pull out a handful of pieces, and every time Okarun received them with as much joy as the last time. They were gifts that came with mementos he could keep with him to remember your time together. But with all the time you did spend with him and the others, Okarun was a bit confused.

Don’t get him wrong, he was glad you hung around - he just wasn’t sure why. Okarun didn’t like to make assumptions, but their group didn’t really seem like your type. They all had such big personalities; confrontational Momo, delusional Aira, and…Jiji. Okarun could even admit that he himself tended to be a bit high-strung. You, on the other hand, were on the more quiet side. Instead of joining in, you mostly just laughed at their antics. 

Okarun never got the feeling you were uncomfortable. He just really, really didn’t want you to be. He liked having you around, and he was just starting to realize his feelings went beyond what he felt for the others. The next step for him was figuring out how to tell you how he felt. 

Okarun had this goal in mind as he slowed his bike to a stop as he reached the Ayase household. He wrapped his hands around your gifts to him inside his pocket for good luck. He then removed his hand and placed it around his glasses frame with a resolute expression. Like a man, Okarun thought to himself as he pushed his shoulders back and began the march to the front door.

His march and his bravery lasted right up until he reached the doorstep. Okarun withered slightly as he thought about what he’d say to you. He extended his arm out towards the door, but was startled when it suddenly opened. Before he could process anything, Momo, Aira, and Jiji came barreling out the passageway. He narrowly caught a rushed statement that Seiko was out doing errands as his three friends bolted past him. Okarun was just able to latch on to Momo’s hand, holding her back from escaping the property. 

“Miss Ayase! What’s going on? Is something wrong? Is Y/N okay?” Okarun bombarded Momo with questions, his concern growing as he noticed your absence. At his last inquiry, a smirk that should have been scary grew across Momo’s face. 

“No! They’re not okay!” Momo snickered as Okarun’s face burst into a panic. “They’re in danger,” she emphasized, placing her hands on Okarun’s shoulders.

“What happened? Where are they?” Okarun began firing off questions again. He looked over to Aira and Jiji who were peeking out from behind the torii to watch him. He balled up his fists and strode firmly towards them, ready to save you from whatever danger you had found yourself in. Before he could get very far, though, Momo yanked him backwards by his collar.

“Okarun! You have to listen so I can tell you what’s going on with them,” Momo stared him down seriously. Okarun nodded vigorously, ready to do whatever he could to help. “Y/N is in danger…of being alone.”

“What.” Okarun’s entire body slackened in confusion, his palms opening, head tilting, and spine slumping. 

“Be serious,” Momo demanded. “There is a whole gourmet meal in there, with dessert. They are in there, by themselves, and it would be an act of evil to have them eat alone.”

“Oh. Okay? Let’s go in and eat then. You guys were going to look for me?” Okarun blinked away the alarm in his eyes. He was a little confused, but Momo was usually like this. 

“No, Okarun,” Momo hung her head and shook it solemnly. She raised her head quickly, startling her friend. “Only you can do this!”

With that, she shoved Okarun through her front door and slid it closed behind him. He stood there for a moment, dumbfounded at what just happened. Through the door, he could hear Momo, Aira, and Jiji chittering as they darted off to who knows where. 

That was how Okarun ended up here, across from you, at the food-filled table. Momo wasn’t lying about that part, at least. She really hadn’t been lying about anything. There was food and you were alone. His presence hadn’t really changed anything, though. Neither of you were eating or talking. The not talking wasn’t strange for you, but Okarun was worried he was making you uncomfortable with his own silence.

Okarun fiddled with an old candy wrapper in his lap, trying to figure out what to say to you. He was starting to think that maybe Momo was right - maybe keeping these pieces of paper was stupid. But as he looked down at the wrapper screaming Pineapple Punch at him, he couldn’t help but feel like they meant something. And he wanted to tell you. 

He wanted to tell you how he had never really cared for the color yellow, or even any of its flavors. He wanted to tell you how you changed that. Yellow changed from the color of caution to a hopeful hue. Yellow became your color; bright and warm and happy and beautiful. It was as attention grabbing as before, except now you had all of his. Even as he continued twirling the candy wrapper between his fingers, Okarun was glancing up at you. One of his stares met with yours and his eyes widened as he noticed you had something to say.

“Do you want another one? I have more and I know you like the yellow ones,” you smiled at him. Okarun froze as he realized he’d listed his wrapper up into your view by accident. If only you knew how much he likes the yellow ones. He simply nodded at you and held out his hands when you gestured for him to. What happened next sent Okarun into a fit of laughter.

You had revealed a plentiful pile of candies, all yellow, from your pockets and dumped them into his waiting hands. A few of the treats plopped onto the table due to not being able to fit in his palms. Okarun curled his hands up around the candy, even more falling out, and giggled. He chuckled and chortled at the sheer amount of exclusively yellow candy you’d just given him. You did know how much he liked the yellow ones. Once he’d finished his giggle-fit, Okarun looked back up at you and grinned at your confused face.

Without saying a word, he pulled out the countless yellow candy wrappers from his pockets and spread them across the table. At this, your face broke out into a smile, too. Not wanting to miss his chance, Okarun spoke first.

“I’ve kept these,” he started, face hurting from smiling, “because they remind me of you.” 

“I keep these because they make me think of you,” you mirrored his sentiment. Okarun smiled - he had never stopped - and slid one of the unopened candies over to you. He watched you pick it up and unwrap it, popping it in your mouth. He followed your action, grabbing and eating one himself.

“What flavor did you get?” He leaned over the table to peek. You straightened out the wrapper and held it up to him.

“Lemony Love,” you gaze at him past the wrapper. “You?”

“Same.”

[dadsbongos]

do u think u could write some of ur own personal headcanons for laios? i love the way u write him, it seems almost canon!

anon you dont know what fire youre messing with

also thank yew hehe :>

general headcanons:

Laios likes babysitting but does NOT want to be a real papa, he adores the idea of being the Cool And Strange Uncle but just imagining having to raise a whole person from scratch terrifies him

Usually conks out as soon as his head hits the pillow and he’s a damn heavy sleeper, he strikes me as someone that gets the dad snore when he’s a bit older

Likes doing physical activity in the moment, maintaining his stamina/strength n whatnot. But HAAATES the aftermath, he will not stop bitching about how gross he feels when sweaty

People scare him but I think men specifically scare him more than women because he mainly associates “men” with his old boarding school and military peers and his dad. Meanwhile the most callous woman he’s personally dealt with is like. his mom… who wasn’t particularly menacing and he doesn’t seem to resent her as much as he does his father

Most definitely called Chilchuck “chil” in their early days together and got his nuts sacked for the unintentional disrespect

Doesn’t drink often because the taste bugs him but when he does decide to, he drinks to get drunk. So it has to be a special occasion

The type of older brother to tell Falin food fills up your body from your feet to your head and when you’re full to your head you die

modern headcanons:

Definitely the type to unironically use little emoticons like :) or :] but his favorites are the cute ones like :3 , ^.^ , and :0

Would’ve played barbies with Falin as a kid and enjoyed it more than Falin did lol

If he were out with the group (marcille would have to threaten his life though, he would HATE “going out”) and Marcille or Falin deferred to him to deal with creepy men he’d feel like a superhero about it

Borderline mandated to have a high impact phone case by Falin because he’s GOT to be dropping that shit all the time. I just know it (projecting)

Would probably dislike resident evil as a series but thinks the premises are cool

Bouncing off that: he’s a big Undertale and Deltarune fan (definitely had a thing for Toriel at some point and probably thought sans was kind of overrated). Has ambivalent feelings towards fear & hunger, likes the atmosphere and item preservation and monsters but the assault scenes and overt brutalism ick him out from recommending it

Would go his whole life without an autism diagnosis until eventually held at metaphorical gunpoint by his friends, just for his parents to go “oh yeah we had you tested as a kid but didn’t want you using it as a crutch”

If monsters weren’t real he’d be cryptid autistic just so everyone’s on the same page

Cryptids major and ocean creatures minor type autism

I don’t think he’s straight by any measure but before he has the Realization, he’s the epitome of the girls gays and coleman meme

Segue omg: he has no desire to think more about his sexuality or gender than “i feel x” or “i choose y”. I think he identifies as Man(TM) but in a “its harder to explain i want to be a bog” way. If you referred to him with feminine pronouns or called him “girl” he seriously wouldn’t give a shit 

nsfw(?) headcanons:

Could never do casual, you would have to be committed or only know each other VERY distantly and only do it once. His ass wouldn’t know how to read your relationship if you were trying to do friends with benefits (he’s also very concerned with hurting people’s feelings so just the notion of accidentally doing that to someone he’s intimate with would kill him)

May seem strange coming from a bitch always talkin about fucking him, but I think Laios would actually have kind of a lower sex drive. Like he maybe doesn’t get needy very often but also isn’t NOT in the mood, so if you proposition him and he’s into you he’ll be like “okie :3”

That being said, when he does feel needy he’s NEEDY. It’s debilitating, he genuinely can’t do or think of anything else until his poor wee is taken care of :( poor guy aww

I can see him being a virgin until his early-mid 20s and having no shame about it (good for him go king, virginity is nothing to be ashamed of it literally doesn’t matter)

Also by virgin i mean rice purity test score of like 97

Swears he doesn’t like having his cock worshipped (says its weird and embarrassing) but he’s so flustered n drooly and babbles the whole time

Biter 

[brucewaynehater101]

Well i think that way too skinny tim is part of the problems with the babyfication/infantilization of tim.

Tim is very efficient and would take care of himself almost strictly. It all started with taking the role of one of bruce's caretakers. He couldnt let himself have a sick day when Bruce could be having yet another breakdown. Also realistically with his duty as vigilante he wouldn't let himself go thin.

But in the tall tim drake au. While still going through the growth spurts he would totally go even leaner. As he is not used to eat as much as food, i think in those months Tim would do the cryptid thing just to scare the bats. After he finally stops growing he would bulk up. (Def nothing like Bruce or Jason) more like Dick's type of physique. (Smth like jacob elordi / jack champion irl).

His team would help him with the amount of food he should get. And Tim would grt tired of being treated like a little child who cant go to play if he doesnt finnish his meal.

Anyways how do you think his family would react at Tim going tall as a tower? Especially Jason & Bruce reactions.

Og post here

Hi again!!! I think Tim being way too skinny and not taking care of himself can play into the infantalization. However, I also hc Tim to be the type of person that really struggles to put on weight or muscle mass. I've had some friends/loved ones who ate a fuck ton and still remained bean poles. That's kind of where I'm basing it at.

Tim struggling to put on muscle mass could also play into him not being a natural at Robin's physical skills/needs. Basically, him working really fucking hard to meet the same physical goals as Jason and/or Dick.

For the tall Tim Drake AU, I imagine he wouldn't bulk up quite as much as Dick. At the very least, he'd struggle to obtain as much muscle mass as Dick and maintain it. Jacob Elordi does seem like a good fit for Tim, though. A more lean muscular type but still muscles (Dick's got some huge fucking shoulders. Ripped as hell back).

I'm also down for his muscle mass needing to catch up with his growth spurt. Maybe it takes up to a year for his physique to fully settle after he stops growing taller?

He would be hungry *constantly* though. Poor Tim :'( He'd probably come up with some nutrition plan based on his blood sugar and shit to adequately fulfill his needs. He'll be hella annoyed, though, at all the changes and increased need for nutrients. YJ would definitely be roped into it too.

As far as the Bats...

Alfred: *drops his tray*

Damian: *shocked pikaku face*

Bruce: *mental calculations lady*

Jason: *"nopes" out of there*

Babs: *knew all along*

Dick: *sobbing on the floor*

Steph: *instinctively throws something at Tim*

Cass: *sprints towards Tim to tackle hug him*

EDIT: I did not clarify enough on when specifically Tim's struggles with eating may transfer into infantalization territory.

One, nothing wrong with needing support and help with maintaining adequate self-care. I personally struggle with eating and greatly benefit from someone helping me with this.

Two, I bet all of the Bats, at some point, have needed extra support in self-care matters. Particularly, Dick, Bruce, Babs, and Jason, but I imagine the others have had their times as well.

The issues stem from either a narrative of Tim being "incapable" of caring for himself or a restriction in his autonomy. While Tim may benefit from someone reminding him to eat, preparing meals, leaving him snacks, etc., this doesn't mean his own desires should be ignored. If he doesn't want someone butting into his life to help him with that, then so be it. He's capable of making decisions for himself even if others would disagree with his decisions "for his own good."

Hopefully, that's clearer ^^

[lockes-woods]

2; Countdown

MDNI!!

Day 2 of Locke's 10-day countdown to the new year!

Prompt: Okay but how did this immediately click for me with the winter scenarios?! The reader's new year's resolution from the past year was to peg someone and they're trying to complete it before the new year. They think it's hopeless until sub Mihawk falls into their lap (figuratively/literally)

Requested by: @caffeine-cryptid-archives /Author's Choice

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin

Warnings: Sub Dracule Mihawk, dom/sub, Dom!Fem!Reader, Strap-ons, Strapping, Medical AU, Modern Setting AU, Surgeon Mihawk, New Year's Eve, Pegging, Impact Play, Fight For Dominance, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Anal Fingering, Mistress kink, size kink, bet, Platonic Boa Hancock

(Please let me know if I missed anything.)

A/N: I don't even know what to say *shoves fic at you and runs away*

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If someone had told you, even a week ago, that you’d be Here. In Dracule Mihawk’s apartment. Straddling him as you shared desperate, almost violent kisses while fighting for control, you would have laughed in their face. It had to be a joke, right? There was no way you’d ever give the arrogant, “once in a generation talent”, the time of day. It’s not like it would have been one-sided. Outside of the few times your specialties overlapped, he’s never initiated any type of interaction with you. Despite constantly being in the same vicinity as each other you’d only talked when needed. Hell, the last time you talked was when one of your pregnant OBGYN patients needed surgery on a cancerous tumor and that was over a month ago. No, there was no way you’d ever consider giving the personification of a superiority complex the time of day. At least that’s what you thought.

It had all started a few days ago in the coed locker room when you were changing into your scrubs before your shift started. Boa had been rubbing your face the fact she was going to win the bet you’d have to go on whether or not you’d be able to complete your New Year’s resolution in time.

“I wonder what I’ll do with all that free time?” She said, smirking down at you. You’d wager covering her excess paperwork for a month if you weren’t able to peg someone by the end of the year.

“I have time!” you argued back slipping your top on.

“Oh please, New Year’s is less than a week away and your schedule is packed. When are you gonna find someone to fuck in time, let alone peg.”

“Plenty of men like being pegged!” you said back in a huff.

“Oh? If so many men are lining up to get pegged, why haven’t you done it by now.” Boa said, smirk widening.

“I have time!” you circled back, knowing she was right. The only day you had off the next week was New Year’s Eve. There was little to no way you’d be able to find/vet a guy to peg. Boa's smirk never left as she made her way out of the half-filled locker room. You made fleeting eye contact with Mihawk as you followed after her. You had no idea what would come of that look.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as you weaved your hand through his hair, jerking his head back. Kissing was getting you both nowhere, if you wanted to dom him you were going to have to try a different tactic. You began to kiss down his neck, your heart palpating. Losing to Mihawk was not an option. It was less than a few hours til New Year’s and this was your only hope of winning the bet. Just as your confidence began to dwindle you heard a light gasp, while he simultaneously bucked up against you. You smirked into his neck. You focused in on that spot, his breath stuttered as you began to suck on that spot. That wasn’t good enough.

“F-Fuck!” he shouted as your teeth broke the skin over that spot. He shamelessly attempted to grind up against you. Unlike any other of your sexual endeavors where you’d be nestled in their lap, you had to stand on your knees to get any leverage over him; his hips barely made contact. You stayed strong in your position, despite your desperate need for any stimulation of your clit. You gently laved over the bite mark as you began to unbutton his shirt. A surprised gasp escaped you when his hands found your hips and slammed you down onto his lap. He blatantly flaunted his physical advantage over you as he ground up into your core, focused only on his release. Your self-assured attitude wavered as he held you down. Every attempt to pry his hands from your hips was fruitless. He was too big and too strong to be taken down head-on.

Fuck, you hadn’t come all this way to back down now. You took a breath as he focused solely on his relief. You twisted your body as hard as you could to your left, throwing yourself down on the couch. Before Mihawk could react, you straddled his chest and wrapped both your hands around his neck, stilling his movement. You put just enough pressure on his throat to assert what you were capable of. If it weren’t for your thorough conversations about each other’s limits over dinner you wouldn’t push it this far, but Mihawk, as always, was a special case. You’d never been physical in this way with any of your past partners, outside of the occasional spanking. You were spurred on by the desperate look in his eyes as you pulled back your arm as far as you could and backhanded him with as much force as you could muster. His loud moan was a comfort to you as you questioned whether or not you had gone too far. You could feel his abs flex below you as he humped desperately against the air for relief. You gently cupped his face over the red mark where the back of your hand had made contact, while simultaneously stoking up and down his trachea with the thumb of your hand still wrapped around his throat. His eyes had lost their sharp edge; pupils dilated. You’d never seen his vision waiver before. You needed to jump on this opportunity before the small window closed.

“Are you gonna be a good boy? Or do you need another reminder of who’s in charge?” You asked, bracing your arm next to his head while the hand that was around his neck jerked his chin up, forcing eye contact. Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of a desperate whine sounded off from deep in his throat. Your grip tightened, as you tried your hardest to keep a straight face as your pussy pulsed in response. He continued to test your patience as he submissively sucked your thumb into his mouth and laved at it. You smirked down at him trying to contain your excitement as the air in the room shifted. You had done it, you made Dracule Mihawk submit. You only allowed yourself a moment to bask in the feeling before focusing back in on the task at hand. That, as exhausting as it was, was only the first step. You still had to actually peg him. He attempted to follow your thumb as you pulled your hand back, your other hand held his chest down, keeping your position.

“I asked you a question and I expect a verbal answer,” you said, squishing his cheeks together, “Are you gonna be a good boy?”

“Fuck,” he groaned, letting out a stuttered breath, “Yes”

“Yes, what?” you asked, not letting up.

“Yes, Mistress.” He forced out, face now red with a deep blush across the bridge of his nose and up to his ears.

“Good,” you cooed down at him, “Where’s your strap, love?”

“Bedroom,” he grunted, hands locked on your hips.

“Be a good boy and take me there.” You ordered. He sat up, causing you to slide down to his lap. He slipped his shirt fully off before wrapping his hands around you before standing up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, causing him to moan. His cock standing at attention in between you. You pulled him in for a desperate kiss that you dominated, as he kicked his bedroom door open. He sat you down at the head of the bed, leaning against his pillows. The harness and lube are positioned to your right on his nightstand.

Fuck, when you had accepted his offer, you never thought you’d make it this far. His offer itself completely blindsided you. Honestly, part of you thought he got hacked when he texted you out of nowhere two days ago. That was until he texted you back after you asked if he was sure, and in his response said that your looks were “adequate” and that you were “proficient” at your job. You didn’t need any more reassurance. It was him.

“Stop,” you quipped, as he began to work his slacks off. His hands froze instantly.

“Slowly,” you ordered. You locked eyes on him as he took his time unbuttoning his pants. He panted tugging his pants and boxer briefs down. You bit your lip as his cock strung out. It was pretty, just like he was, head already irritated a deep red color. If you weren’t so stubborn to winning your bet, you’d climb that tree and ride him until he’d be so overstimulated he’d be begging you to stop. You snapped back to the task at hand, ignoring the way your pussy pulsed in need.

“C’me here,” you ordered, shifting to stand on your knees, as you tugged your dress off and over your head. You sat back on your legs, now clad in only a pair of panties.

“You’ll only be able to cum if you earn it. Make me cum and you’ll be able to cum as much as you’d like; under my permission.” You said, parting your legs. His cool demeanor disappeared as he desperately crawled up the bed, baring his shoulders between your knees. You threaded your fingers through his hair and jerked his head up.

“Color?” you asked.

“Green, fuck,” he groaned, “Please Mistress.”

“Go ahead,” you nodded, keeping a firm grip on his hair as he dove in between your legs. You gasped as he licked up your seem through your panties. He moaned at the taste, tugging your panties to the side before breaching your pussy with a single finger, allowing you to adjust; lips sealed around your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned, as he added another finger. You’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was fingering you better and deeper than some of your past partners cocks. You grinded up against his face shamelessly chasing your high. You knew there was no way you were gonna last. You’d been wet since you stepped foot in his apartment. You teased your nipples, losing yourself in your pleasure. As soon as he began to stroke your inner front wall of your pussy you knew it was over. It only took a few more swipes before you fell apart.

“Fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He continued fingering you until you were borderline overstimulated; his tongue greedily lapping up your release. Your hand went limp in his hair as you fell back against the pillows taking a moment to recover. You could feel the hot pants on your clothed core as he looked up at you, waiting, desperate for your next command. You paused, debating whether you should put the strap on now or wait til he was fully prepped. Fuck, you needed to be quick. You had no idea how long he’d stay in this headspace without consistent domination.

You sat up and grabbed the harness. You let out a thankful sigh of relief after seeing it was the kind that you could slide on like panties and tighten to your size. You slipped it up your calves before standing on your knees to pull it up all the way. Without any prompting Mihawk stood on his knees, reaching behind you to secure your harness. You held in a moan as he tugged on the harness, making sure it was tight enough. The part that laced between your thighs now nestled up against your clit.

“Good boy” you praised, cupping his face and sharing a soft kiss. More intimate than you’d ever imagine he was capable of. He whined, trying to chase your lips as you pulled back. You had to press a firm hand on his chest to keep him still.

“Where’s your dildo?” you asked, glancing down at the empty silver ring where it should be secured.

“Top drawer,” he answered, shyly avoiding eye contact. You cupped his face, pulling his attention back to you.

“Color?”

“Gra-green” he stumbled.

“Are you sure?” you asked, your thumb stroking his jaw comfortingly.

“Yes,” he nodded firmly, “I-” he took a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve just had past partners leave when they see them.”

You nodded your head and smiled softly at him; you’d never seen him this vulnerable before. Your gut reaction was to make a joke if it was anyone else to lighten the mood, but you knew he needed to be handled with kid gloves right now.

“I can’t promise a response but let me take a look before we jump to any conclusion. ‘kay?” you asked.

“Okay,” he nodded, you slipped your hand away from his face and leaned over, opening the top drawer. You bit your inner cheek as you schooled your reaction. It was a lot. You could see how it may have scared off those who were less accepting or not experienced. Mihawk didn’t just like anal, he was a size queen. The smallest dildo was his size, and he was far from small. Fuck, he had a set of rainbow-colored dildos that got larger as they went, red being the smallest. Personally, you’d only be able to take yellow, and even then you’d have to be thoroughly prepped and relaxed. On top of their size, they had ridges, some of which mimicked different genital piercings.

“So, which one do you want?” you asked, quirking a brow at him.

“Y-your okay to keep going? It’s okay if you want to stop now, you can still tell Boa you pegged me.” He offered.

“Nah,” you said smiling up at him, “If you liked getting pegged it makes sense to experiment and have what you know feels good. If I’m being honest this tracts, I’ve never seen you do anything half-assed,” you laughed to yourself at your own phrasing, “pun intended,” you tacked on. Mihawk playfully rolled his eyes at your antics.

“So,” you start rubbing up and down the ridges of a dildo to your right, “What are you feeling?”

“Could you use the green one?” he asked, shyly.

“Sure,” you nodded at him, glancing at his alarm clock, “We still have a few hours before midnight, so there’s no need to rush.”

“In that case, -no never mind.” He said, stopping mid-thought.

“What is it?” you asked, lacing your right hand with his left and giving it a gentle squeeze.  

“I’ve-I’ve never had anyone fuck me with the blue one yet.” He confessed, “I’ve taken it alone, but it’s,” he took a breath, “It’s a whole different experience to be fucked by someone else with it.”

“Okay,” you nodded, setting the green one back and grabbing the deep blue one featuring a Jacob’s ladder piercing.

“Really?” he asked, voice bordering on excitement. You couldn’t help but smile as he continued to surprise you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “You’re doing me a favor, so we’re even”

You purposefully phrased it this way knowing it’d be easier for him to accept and so that you could ignore the flutter in your chest from his reaction.

“Now,” you said clearing your throat, “Wanna help me with this?”

He immediately took the dildo from you, inserting and locking it into place. You playfully hip-bumped him so that he’d be back in your position from earlier, propped up against the pillows.

“Now,” you started, resting your hand on his inner knee, “Were you a good boy and prep yourself like I instructed?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, slipping back into his sub role.

“Mihawk,” you quipped, “Words”

His cock twitched when his name slipped out of your mouth. He’d never heard you refer to him with his first name.

“Yes,” he corrected himself with a whine.

“Good,” you said, placing a kiss on his inner thigh, slowly stroking down his thigh, encouraging him to part his legs.

“Color?” you asked, hand resting on his inner thigh, inches away from his weeping cock.

“Green, fuck please,” he begged.

You smirked in response, barring his legs open with your hips. He was now spread out enough to reveal a wine-red metal butt plug. You teasingly traced two fingers up from his asshole, up his taint, past his balls to the tip of his cock. You circled his urethra collecting some of his precum, before sucking your fingers into your mouth. He whimpered in response.

You. Made. Dracule. Mihawk. Fucking. Whimper.

You’d never felt more confident than in this moment, bowing down to take the head of his cock into your mouth causing him to moan shamelessly. You let your excess spit slide down his cock, as your left-hand stroke up and down his shaft while you teased his slit before you pulled off. You placed a kiss on the base of his cock as Mihawk’s eyes locked with yours. You continued to stroke him at a steady pace with your left hand as your right hand crept down and began to trace the outside of his butt plug before you gently began to work the plug out. Mihawk threw his head back as a moan ripped through him. You carefully tugged it out, mindful of the thickest part just passed his ring of muscles. Mihawk shamelessly rutted against your hand, while thrusting his hips into your fist. You jerked your hands back, releasing him the second you felt his cock pulse in your grip.

“No-I” Mihawk whined, barely able to restrain himself as your forearm barred down his hips.

“Baby,” you lightly scolded, “While you are allowed to cum you still have to ask for permission.”

“Fuck, can I? Can I please?” he begged.

You hummed in response, nipping his inner thigh, making him sweat.

“I’ll allow it,” you finally relented, your hand wrapped its way back around his base. That was all Mihawk needed to let loose, he easily thrusted up past your forearm’s restraint and began to fuck your hand. He whined as you began to stroke him in succession with his thrusts. You couldn’t look away as you sucked two fingers into your mouth. Mihawk was angelic. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hair stuck against his forehead. The precum his cock was leaking only added to the lewd sound of him fucking your fist. While he was distracted you traced your spit-covered fingers over his asshole; lube from his prep already leaking out. When your first finger easily slipped in because of your size difference, you added a second and experimentally thrusted into his wet heat.

“Fuck,” he moaned, bordering on a scream. His hips stuttered as he came, coating his abs with his cum. You stroked him through his release before he fell slack against the bed. You leaned over to grab the lube off his bedside table, keeping your fingers in him as he recovered. If you wanted for him to be able to comfortably take you by midnight you needed to start now. Your thumb and middle finger just touched at the base of the green dildo. The blue one was not only bigger but had ridges you would have to keep in mind to make sure you didn’t overstimulate him.

“You, okay?” you asked, drizzling lube over your fingers and his opening.

“Mhm, yes,” he hummed, pushing himself up on his forearms.

“Do you need a break-”

“Please don’t stop,” Mihawk said, desperation clear in his voice.

“Okay,” you nodded, thrusting three fingers in. Mihawk whined as he fucked himself back on your fingers, taking you deeper. The tip of your middle finger hits the top side of his walls as you pull back.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “Fuck, right there! Please Mistress, please.” He begged, grinding back on you. You followed his direction, pasted the point of teasing him. His cock jerked back to life as you worked your pinky finger inside of him. You continued to thrust into him, just able to brush against his prostate.

“Mistress,” he called out, slowing his movement. You looked up as he locked eye contact with you.

“I can take it.” He started, “Please fuck me.”

“Are you sure, it’s so big,”

“Please,” he begged, “Just, fuck-, just go slow. I trust you.”

“Okay,” you nodded, he let out another delicious whimper as you pulled your fingers all the way out. You poured an excess amount of lube over the dildo before stroking it to make sure absolutely every inch of it was coated.

“Ready?” you asked, lining yourself up with his hole.

“Fuck, yes, please-” his own moan cut him off as you pressed the head gently in past his entrance, stopping immediately at the slightest bit of resistance. You paused, for a moment, before pulling all the way out and thrusting back in a bit past where you had been, the head of the dildo’s tip now fully seated inside him. You were only a fifth of the way in. Mihawk whined, attempting to thrust back against you. You put all your weight into your palms holding him down. His thighs were now pressed up against his chest.

“Who’s in charge here?” you asked, pulling back and pausing. Only a bit of the toy remained inside him. He just whined as he desperately tried to thrust down against you.

“Mihawk,” you said firmly, removing one of your hands from his hip and wrapping it around his cross necklace. You jerked it down, gathering all of his available attention. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, No-Please, please don’t leave.” He begged, eyes widening.

“Then you need to respect my decisions. I don’t want you to move until I’m fully inside you. The last thing I want is for you to take too much too soon and hurt yourself. Got that?” you asked, never breaking eye contact.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Yes, what?” you asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he whined.

“Good,” you nodded, pressing a kiss to his inner knee as you released his necklace, and your hand returned to his hip. You methodically continued your entrance into him, adding lube when needed. You were going relatively fast, his lewd noises spurring you on.

“Color?” you asked once you made it just pasted halfway.

“Green,” he sighed, eyes beginning to unfocus.  

“You wanna cum baby?” you asked, eyeing the reddened tip of his cock.

“Really,” he asked perking up.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “Why don’t you play with yourself til I fill you.”

Mihawk’s bottom lip found its way between his teeth as he began to jerk himself in time with your thrusts. You were surprised, with how desperate he was you would’ve guessed he’d be dying to cum.

“Fuck,” he sighed, teasing his tip. You were almost there. The base of the dildo took the longest for him to adjust.

“Such a good boy,” you praised, “taking my cock so well.”

“Mistress~” he moaned as you bottomed out, the metal of your harness touching his stretched entrance.

“Ready?” you asked, looking up at him with a cocky smirk.

“Fuck, please,” he begged, with glassy eyes, “I can take it, please, please I’ll be-”

You cut him off thrusting in before dragging the ridged cock out to the tip and thrusting it back in, building your pace as you slammed against that spot.

“Fuck,” he moaned, hand falling from the base of his cock as he fisted the covers below him. You were hyper-aware as you watched for any sign of displeasure as your speed continued to increase. The wet sound of your hips meeting his and his cock bouncing against his stomach with the force of your thrust filled the room. They harmonized with his moans. You held back your own moans as the fabric between your legs from the strap harness hiked up and rubbed roughly against your clit.

“Fuck, Fuck, please, please can I cum please” he begged.

“Go ahead,” you gasped, wrapping your hand back around the base of his shaft. He was caught in pleasure as he fucked your fist and ground down on your strap. He didn’t last long. His body seized, cum shooting up his chest, shouting your name, before he fell slack against his covers. You fucked him through his orgasm, before stilling your hips. You stayed seated inside him as he came down from his high. Once he had caught his breath you slowly began to ease out of him. He panted, chin tilted up as he began to reach homeostasis.

You loosened the strap and pulled it down your thighs along with your soaked panties. The strap dropped with a thud to the side as you crawled up to the head of the bed. You put your pleasure on the back burner as you embraced Mihawk’s spent form. His head rested against your chest, as you petted his hair, occasionally lightly scratching at his scalp. He hummed in response wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing more firmly into your chest. You had agreed to stay for a half hour after your session was over, to make sure he was good before being left alone. That agreement flew out the window as you allowed him to fall slack against you. You'd never seen him look so at peace, all the worry lines gone from his face. After fortyish minutes his head suddenly jerked up, and you threaded your fingers through his head back to your chest.

“Shh it’s alright, I’m not going anywhere.” You cooed down at him. He immediately dropped back into his position. You ignored the butterflies you felt when he let out a content hum. You could overanalyze that feeling in the morning. For now, you wiped up all the cum you could reach from your position with tissues from his nightstand, before allowing yourself the peace of sleep.

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A/N: I hope you liked it? This was less planned out and more stream-of-consciousness than anything I've written before. It just kept coming. Thanks as always for taking the time to read 💛 I gotta go catch up on school work now 😫😒😭

PS: I may have to write a morning reaction blurb next time I have time to write. heh

Masterlist for Celebration : Here

Morning After: Here

[mxmorbidmidnight]

To all nonhumans, I do adore thee. Small little dogs, great ferocious creatures, strange cryptids, wolves that swim and run, insects and all there goings, flying (and non flying) birds, felines, equines, assortments of objects, dragons, angels, sea creatures, demons, vampires and gods, beautiful and strange plants, computers, robots, all of you really!!

I love thee nonhumans with disabilities, nonhumans who don’t use gear, who can’t or don’t do quadrobics.

Recovering or recovered zoophiles, nonhumans who are also furries, young nonhumans, adult nonhumans, queer nonhumans, physical nonhumans, nonhumans with delusions. I love all thee neurodivergent and not nonhumans, nonhumans with “gross” urges, nonhumans who experience their nonhumanity in a way that is less common. Nonhumans who feel connection to humanity, nonhumans who love humans and nonhumans who don’t.

Domesticated animals, wild animals, nonhumans who aren’t animals at all. Nonhumans with many kin types, nonhumans with few. Nonhumans with common kin types, nonhumans with uncommon kin types. Newly awakened nonhumans, those who have known their identify for a while and those who are still not entirely sure.

I do love all of thee dearly. I do implore thee to do the same to thineself and the others of thine community. I will say it over and over again, I do truly love thee.

[revelboo]

I've been having some thoughts about the various sparklings, and i realized that yeah, a fair number of them will have normal vehicle alt modes, but it's be really cool if some of them had animal modes based off of earth animals. Like I can see idw Starscream's being a peregrine falcon (the fastest bird on earth), tfp Starscream's as a type of heron, all slender grace and a skilled hunter. Soundwave's idw kid could take the form of an owl and his tfp kid could be a bat. Jazz's kid could become a lyrebird with an outlier ability for perfect vocal mimicry.

On the flipside, B127's sparkling doing this is how you get Cheetor, so...

I love this! Even though the sparks are going to go into prepared protoforms that are designed to lean towards a certain frame type: seeker vs miner, that isn’t necessarily what they’ll end up with. The spark itself determines the final outcome and reshapes the protoform to suit it

Bad Idea Pt 19

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• Head tipping to watch you finger comb your hair, Soundwave hesitates. Megatron’s human had put the idea into the warlord’s processor that the humans needed human things. Little wash racks and waste disposal areas. Little berths and storage. The little tubs had been Megatron’s idea, though. What he hadn’t expected was for you to spend so long submerged under the warm water. Long enough he’d hooked a tendril around you and lifted you out, venting when you’d just stared owlishly at him. You’re back in the water now, elbows up on the side of the tub as you groom your hair.

• Pushing off the edge of the pool sized tub, you swim another lap aware of Soundwave watching you curiously, his tendrils restlessly shifting. You’re getting the impression Cybertronians don’t swim, though since he’s living metal he’d probably sink like a rock anyway. So maybe that’s why he’s so worried about you. Keeps reaching in to lift you to the surface when you dive. “Get me some soap and shampoo, maybe a hairbrush, and I’ll marry you,” you say and his head tips. And then he’s fishing you out again, holding you dangling above the tub, dripping wet. Apparently your exercise session is over.

• Carefully setting you down outside the tub, he drops a towel on top of you. Less unsettled now that you’re not underwater. Even if you’re frowning up at him before you bend to start drying your hair with the towel. And his head tilts to watch you, making a note of the things you’d asked for. Things you need. Reaching out, he ghosts a servo against your arm. As fascinating as watching the way you move underwater is, you can’t breathe under there and that leaves him unsettled and anxious. Afraid for you.

• Drying off, you wonder if he’ll be annoyed if you get right back in the water as soon as he leaves. Because big bird will definitely tattle on you if you do, the drone currently perched on a high shelf recharging. “You understand I’m not going to drown, right? I can swim.” Your big cryptid’s only response is to gently pat you on top of your head with a servo, then to nudge you further away from the pool with a tendril. The message to stay out of the water loud and clear. Bending to gently bump you with his visor as if in apology, his servos brush your spine. Can’t muster the energy to be annoyed with him when he’s just worrying over you.

• And you lay a hand on him even as you wrinkle your nose. You won’t go back into the water if he leaves you unsupervised. Will you? Even if you can swim, he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like when you hold your breath and dive under. Unhappily lingering, his tendrils writhe. Half tempted to ferry you to his berth and away from your little space just to be sure you’ll be okay. But as you brush your mouth against him, he has to trust you. Because how can you trust him if he can’t trust you? Wants to get you the things you need, human things. To show you he can provide for you. That he’s listening to your needs. For you to be happy.

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[rogue-healer]

Ugh I gotta ramble a bit about the Cassette Beasts starters.

So the first NPC you meet asks you what your aesthetic is, spooky or sweet, which corresponds to the two starters, but you’re not actually shown what the starters look like.

And instead of an element type thing, you’re asked for your aesthetic. I just think that’s such a fun twist. They’re not even opposites!

And even the two starters tie into the lore of the first people to see the beasts/monsters, calling them angels and demons, bc they didn’t know what else they could be.

But the most fun part IMO is that Sweet actually gives you Candevil, the demon-esque beast, and Spooky gives you Bansheep, the angelic one.

Now, that’s oversimplifying things a little, because both starters branch at their first remaster (evolution), and go on to have a third form.

Candevil’s entire thing is like, colorful manic pixie dream devil. One branch turns into a demonic rainbow gumball machine; the other goes into bisexual flag -ish… alchemy witch. So the “Sweet” beast has demon and witch.

Bansheep, on the other hand, is emo, goth, and fluffy, yet angelic. Sort of. One branch remasters into what you’d expect — a ghostly halo-ed floating sheep. The other is uh. A black metal tombstone-hugging zombie ram. So Spooky does kind of go the way you’d think, ghost and zombie, except with sheep.

Aren’t these designs awesome? One of the main design philosophies for CB critters is “Don’t begin and end at ‘elemental animal’”, and I think the starters showcase this perfectly.

This is all a very long-winded roundabout way of saying, if you like creature-collecting games with non-cliched cryptid-inspired critters, interesting companions with their own character development, weird analog-ish horror, dialogue that really gets you thinking about the power of humanity and friendship, and they/them pronouns, please for the love of fuck, try Cassette Beasts.

[totally-not-a-slug]

The Mystery AU | BILLSTAN

Ourgh.. Someone kill me before I make even more aus..

As you can see, bill and Stanley switch when it comes to being humans or nah..and as u can see Bill is still a FREEEEAKK.

The plot? Yea.. I'll tell ya..

Stanley a silly little demon, and is still pathetic, most of his life is the same, he reunites with Ford, they argue, and he pushes Ford and accidentally activates the machine. Stanley has just lost his brother, and is forced to comprehend the sight beyond the world that is not his. He then works his usual scamming to rebuild the portal and the rest of the story happens-

wait. That's not right..

Why is Stanley in the portal?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN FORD PUSHED HIM INSTEAD?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE STITCHED THE RIP CLOSED AFTER— 💥

looks through notes, ah. There we go.

Actually, it seems Stanley is forced to comprehend being in a world that is not his and is beyond all he's ever known and makes him go a little fucking crazy. He spends the rest of his century wandering areas scamming monsters, humans, ect..

Now, Onto the bill lore.

Bill is human, but still a world wandering guy, he recruited the henchmaniacs from other worlds. He makes deals with easily tricked entities for their powers, and may sometimes hunt them too. He has these powers in trinkets and jewelry.He did have two eyes, only one could see through "the sky." He lost his normal eye when he doomed his world but it wasn't something he found useful anyway. He could see entities far beyond the sky as moving stars, he is shunned for the fact he is able to see entities invisible to the normal eye. In attempt to show the world the stars were real he ripped the world apart on accident, still leaving him as a sole survivor. He uses the portal's remnants to wander around. Bill is still able to possess other entities, it's more like a fusion type thing now. He grows power hungry and began tricking this six fingered shaped demon(Ford) into creating a machine to rip the fabric of his world before the usual shit occurs between Ford and Fiddleford and the main story happens. With this machine and it takes a whole lotta power for this machine to rip it.

Stanley never meets the kids or soos

Ford is off being very successful in maintaining cryptids and trying to ensure the rip won't open up, he's currently caring for the twins and the twins brought a(a lot more less optimistic) soos along who eventually becomes his assistant. Ford tries to contact fiddleford a lot for help for another way to bringing Stanley back but bros too memory wiped to have a phone.

How Stanley met bill and his henchmaniacs.

Huh. why are these humans in My car, oh man, they look hurt.. Is that an axolotl? "Help us"? Alright.. Let's get this started- did I bring my glasses? "WHAT."

Stanley has a very desperate human trying to seduce him to trick him(failing in a way that the human is falling in love with him) he just wants to do his job, but it seems Bill and his henchmaniacs don't wanna lose him.

Bill forgets that this man can see right through him. So pushing his buttons can happen, and he doesn't seem to really mind it..

Help my man Stanley he pulled some psycho by being sad and pathetic.

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Ok first off let me just say how much I LOVE what you did with the relationship between Drow and Shadowheart and the way you didn't limit his personal journey to the romance option. I think about them a lot. It made me actually sit back myself and give some thought to the companion relationships with my own character and how it affected the story. Friendships are life changing and it felt refreshing to see them exist in a story alongside the romance organically, with both holding sufficient weight and thought.

Secondly, you've already gone into what would've happened if it was a two-man party with Drow and Astarion. What would it be like if Drow never found Astarion at the beach?

Shadowheart was the first character to really get a reaction out of me, and the one who won me over the most significantly. I went from finding completely her insufferable to adoring the girl - not because of anything I read online after-the-fact or personal headcanon - she just charmed me completely organically with her quirks and dumbass lines. I know I don't speak about her anywhere near as much as I do about the boys, but that's just because she's a different type of character from them. Honestly, she's the closest I get to actually feeling protective of pixels on a screen, LOL.

... I don't know what I was going with that, but yes - friendships are often life-changing and DU drow's story would be very different had Shady not been around. I'm glad that the significance of that is appreciated!

Now for your question:

First of all, a funfact for anyone who's new here: that almost fucking happened. I missed Astarion at the beach and ended up completing a bunch of quests before I started to wonder to myself "Huh, I wonder when we meet the vampire guy". If I remember correctly I ended up backtracking to look for an item or something and found him still standing there, several long-rests later, still unconvincingly shouting for help.

Anyways, without Astarion the story wouldn't have diverged TOO much. I think DU drow would have remained far more withdrawn than he turns out otherwise, considering that the only downside of his friendship with Shadowheart is that she never pushes him out of his shell. He would have potentially pursued Jaheira more insistently and made that relationship far more awkward - without Astarion around to make him reflect about sexual/romantic boundaries, he is more of a pushy person.

He still denies Bhaal and destroys the brain, but instead of branching out and seeking more adventure he would likely go on to become a bit of a hermit. Shadowheart would keep him company for a while, then eventually move on to pursue a normal life. He wouldn't be miserable by any means, but a little different - more of a weird wood's cryptid situation than an urban menace.

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WIP excerpt for Derpsheep; a fake cryptid and a real romantic. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Oh, baby bird,” Dick says sympathetically, trying not to laugh as Tim sulks at him. 

“Robin . . . BUSY,” Tim mutters sourly through his vocoder, otherwise pretending to be ignoring him as he makes yet another valiant but fruitless attempt at getting the “nest” he’s trying to construct in this crumbly warehouse safehouse to stay together. The attempt is very, very fruitless. Almost aggressively fruitless, in fact. 

“Didn’t Superboy say he’d make you a nest?” Dick asks pointedly, not bothering to use his own vocoder. No one else is around to hear; not even Bruce, right now. 

He’ll hear anyway, obviously–there’s a reason Dick left Gotham–but not the point. And anyway, “hearing” isn’t necessarily understanding, when it comes to Bruce. 

Tim ignores him. Dick raises an eyebrow behind his mask. 

“I’m pretty sure he did,” he says. “So you literally do not need to be doing this right now.” 

Tim hisses at him, then snatches up a few sad, brittle little sticks in his talons. Basically all the sticks he’s working with look sad and brittle, in fact. Dick isn’t really the outdoorsy type, but he’s pretty sure nests need to be made out of sticks that won’t instantly snap when woven together. 

Also the weaving part is probably necessary, which Tim does not seem to have realized yet. So . . . yeah, that’s a thing. 

Tim tries to prop his sad, brittle little sticks up against each other. He seems very frustrated, and way more invested in this totally unnecessary process than it makes sense for him to be. 

Alright then, Dick thinks, and carefully doesn’t comment when the propped-up sticks immediately collapse. Tim puts his face in his hands–well, his mask in his talons–and groans in frustration. 

“There, there,” Dick says lamely, patting his feathered shoulder. Tim shoots him a dirty look he can feel through the mask. 

“You suck,” Tim accuses sullenly. 

“I’m still pretty sure Superboy would do this for you,” Dick says. “Actually literally positive, in fact, since a nest cannot possibly be as time-consuming or complicated to make as, you know, a literal diamond.” 

“First of all, I can’t expect him to do all the work and just always be giving me stuff, that’s rude and dispectful and would be taking advantage of him,” Tim says in exasperation. Then he cringes badly enough that it’s visible through his entire suit and hides his face in his wings. “Also if he actually makes me a nest I will lose my mind over it and I need to keep, like, some scraps of dignity here.” 

“Right, of course,” Dick says, politely not mentioning anything he’s observed about the combination of Tim, his dignity, and his past crushes. It’s not gonna be helpful right now. Tim is clearly not in a place to hear it, if nothing else. Just very much not at all. “Okay, so what kind of nest are you trying to make?” 

“. . . a bird one?” Tim replies, sounding bewildered by the question. 

. . . Dick just . . . pats his shoulder again.