#meet explo

[applejongho]

i cant wait until this semester is over 🙃

[wonderjanga]

Marvel Being Destructive

Marvel’s destructive. It’s not even on purpose too. It just happens. He can’t control it. For the most part, that is. Like, he’ll get startled and pull a Castiel from that one episode of Supernatural.

Marvel: *trying to steal some food for Billy*

Flash: “Cap, buddy!”

Marvel: *startles and the lightbulb above them just bursts*

*loud silence*

Flash: “Cap, whose leftovers are those?”

Marvel: *slowly turns around to look at Flash, sure enough, Marvel’s holding a container or Tupperware, with a sticky note that said GL* “Uh… mine?”

Flash: “I can see that they’re Hal’s.”

Marvel: *takes off the sticky note and crumples it in his hand. Then proceeds to fry it with lightning* “What’re you talking about?”

Flash: *a little speechless*

Marvel: “Right… So I’m gonna go. See you, Flash.” *little wave as he walks off*

Billy felt really bad about it, but the kid needed it more than Hal at the moment. Probably. Look, he was running low on money at the moment and hadn’t eaten in a couple days. The hunger pangs were getting to him. He did end up making a bunch of food for Hal in an attempt to apologize.

GL: “Woah, what’s all this?”

Marvel: *in full lightning bolt apron* “Uh… Remember how you were complaining last week about how someone stole your food?”

GL: “Yeah?”

Marvel: “Right, well that was me.”

GL: *dramatic gasp* “I vented to you about that! And you just took it like you were innocent?!”

Marvel: “I know, I know, and I’m sorry. Just eat all the food I made for you. Please?”

GL: *looks to the freaking feast Marvel made for him* “Yeah, okay. I forgive you.” *starts chowing down* “By the way, why’d you steal my foot anyways? I thought you didn’t need to eat.”

Marvel: “I just really needed it at the time.”

GL: “Why?”

Marvel: “Just eat the food, Hal.”

Then, there’s the fact that Billy sometimes forgets he isn’t as small as he usually is. Like, he’s gotten used to it. After all, he’s been Cap for almost four years now. He now unconsciously bends down when entering and exiting through doors due to the fact he’s cracked his head on more doorframes than he can count. This even bled over to Billy who’s only about 5’4 and definitely doesn’t need to do it. But, every now and then as Cap, he’ll slip up and forget he isn’t that little scrawny short kiddo.

JL: *all having a meeting* Marvel: *drops something under the table and leans down the pick it it up*

GA: *immediately grabs his mug of coffee and scoots back from the table*

Other JL members: *watch in confusion as GA scoots back but then watch in slow motion at Marvel tries to get back to his chair and stands up to early. The table slowly starts tilting up and all of their stuff slides to the floor. Marvel then gets out from under the table and the table falls back to the floor with a loud bang*

Marvel: *confused by the loud bang and looks back* “Where’d all your guys’ stuff go?”

GA: *scoots back to table and puts his mug back down* “No idea, bud.”

The reason Green Arrow knew to take his stuff and scoot back is that one time when he got lunch with Cap, he watched in real time as his burger and soda slid off the table when the big man went down to grab a fork he dropped.

Then, there’s the super duper ultra rare times he forgets his own strength. Like, once a year, he’ll break something or someone and then end up having to apologize a lot.

Batman: *shows Marvel an explosive batarang* “These are extremely delicate. If they’re chipped or thrown at someone, they’ll explo-”

Marvel: *reaches over to touch it and accidentally snaps a piece of it off*

*silence*

*beeping noise starts*

Marvel: *panics and breaks the rest of it and shoves it in his mouth, basically eating the explosion, Superman style*

Batman: *stares for a solid minute* “I could’ve turned it off, Captain.”

Marvel: *coughs up smoke looking embarrassed* “Sorry, Mister Batman Sir.”

Batman: *stares for another solid minute* “Can we talk about how your first instinct was to eat it?”

Marvel: “I’d rather not.”

Batman: “I really think we should.”

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Anarcharisms, LGBT+ characters and cultures and How I'd Write Taash's Storyline

Taash was one of my favourite characters in DATV. As somsone who is genderqueer, genderfluid and still exploring all that, I also really appreciated their story. In our world today, its vital that stories about non-binary and trans characters are told to wider audiences. However, once again, the softening of Thedas; its culture and its people, led to kinda shitty writing.

So lets get it out of the way: it feels anachranistic when Taash says 'non-binary'. This isn't to say that you can never use modern LGBT+ vocabulary in a fantasy world; fantasy worlds are fantasy and you can do whatever you want with that. But Dragon Age has never used these terms before; words like gay, non-binary, trans; they haven't existed in the Dragon Age universe. Instead, Dragon Age in the past has opted for explorations via in-world cultures such as the Qun having a specific word; aqun-athlok.

I kinda think this has attitude has some rather uncomfortable undertones that just weren't thought through: being non-binary, genderqueer, genderfluid, these things have always existed. But implying the need for modern vocabulary about them, reinforces the idea that LGBT+ identities are 'modern', 'current' that they never could have existed before these words were coined. The fact that Dragon Age didn't use the word gay but does non-binary it just...makes me feel a little bit like they thought they could ask us to imagine gay people in a world before the term gay was invented, but didn't have that same idea to show us how non-binary people could exist before we had modern terms for them.

Dragon Age has also in the past hinted at nuanced ideas of how various cultures might see gender and gender identity. The Qun for example, based on what both Iron Bull and Sten say, appears to see gender identiy as tied to your 'role' or 'job'. Meanwhile, Tevinter has Maevaris, who has thrived and inhereted a seat in the magisterum while still being trans but seems to experience some prejudice from conservative magisters.

This game wacks nuance out the window and opts instead for a softening of everything (see my post here for more on that). So despite Taash's storyline supposedly being about exploring their multi-cultural heritage, there isn't actually a lot of space for exploring any culture at all in Thedas throughout this game.

But here's my pitch on how I'd fix it:

Firstly, I'd make it so that there was a specific word that Tevinter had for being non-binary that the Qun doesn't. Much like how it pans out in the game, Taash could meet with shadow dragons, realise this and explore it, and find it fits. They would still use they/them pronouns and state as such.

But then, when Taash came to tell their mum, I'd have Taash's mum say that she always thought that Taash might be aqun-athlok because they fight. This would push forward that idea of gender-identiy in the Qun being completely different to how Southern Thedas sees it, with it largerly being attached to your job.

Taash would then explain no, they are [insert Tevinter Word Here]. At which point, the point of contention would come from the fact that Taash has adopted a Tevinter word and identity. This would mirror the way conservatives in some countries across the world see/frame LGBT+ issues as a western concept. Taash's mum would have a problem with this especially because Tevinter and the Qun have been at war for centuries (something you'd be hard pressed to realise in this game despite the fact that it feels like it really should have come up at some point but I digress). This would then tie this plotline with Taash's exploration of their heritage and culture and what it means to be qunari.

I'd also make it so that theres no neat 'they' in qunlat. This would again mirror how some languages are more gendered and thus non-binary people have that to deal with. This again would link to a real world issue, but would feel like it was exploring cultural issues in thedas, not softening anything. Taash's mum would be upset that there was no way to refer to Taash in their shared tongue that she currently knew of.

Finally, instead of having the scene where Isabela teaches us how to be a good ally which feels...well. Written poorly? More tell than show? I'd scrape that, and instead have us meet a very cool non-binary qunari who is actually from the Qun and follows the Qun. Taash could connect with them, and see that Qunari DO have a non-binary identiy (maybe they use neo-prounouns that work in Qunlat) that its okay to be qunari and be non-binary and that people have done it before them and will do it after them.

These are tiny changes, but it would make the culture in Thedas feel so much more vibrant and real, and explore how things actually function in the world, you know? It would make gender-identity tie in deeply with this world we've set up and known for years, and it wouldn't feel anarchanistic.

[venomous-ragno]

A soulmate AU fic with Ghost/Soap/GN!Reader where their first word is tattooed on you. Also "What kinda name is Ghost and Soap? Sounds like a Men's 11 in 1 body wash together" or something along the lines (Don't feel pressured to write this! If you don't like the premise you can just ignore this ❤❤❤)

Hello dear! I now how old this request is, and I'm sure you've either forgotten about it or given up on it.

I'm sorry it took me so long, but I had a day ofd today and checked up on this blog; your soulmate request simply sparked smth and I had to write it. Soulmate au's are one of my favourites!

Tbf, I haven't written in a long while, so I'm a bit insecure about this one despite spending all day on it. Hope y'all like this one still :)

It was ridiculous. It was surreal. It was a body wash advertisement, come to life. And somehow, despite everything, it felt perfectly, undeniably right.

Back then it had sounded like a magic trick, something that belonged in a fairy tale. You'd spent hours trying to figure out who Ghost was. Maybe that one weird kid from school? Or a character in a book you hadn’t gotten to yet? You had no idea.

There had been a point in time where you would've killed to know this "Ghost". A character made up of theories, hopes and your boundless imagination - all of it so alien you lay awake at night, caught between fiction and reality. Warmth spread from that name. Oh, how it'd keep your mind running as your fingers brushed over those letters. Careful, like a porcelain vase, too precious to even touch.

It'd have you giggle and sigh at the type of person behind these rough, uneven edges. How long would it take for them to show themself to you? Perhaps you were naive to believe it'd be soon.

The years passed, and the mystery of Ghost remained.

The second word, "Soap," arrived when you had already given up on ever finding this Ghost, nestled just above your ankle. This time, you were about to board a flight to Mexico, announcements blasting left and right, people hurrying all over the place. You noticed it almost immediately. It was a different font and unlike the first name, rather cartoonish. You stared at it, a weird mix of excitement and utter bafflement swirling in your gut. The flight attendant called out your flight number, but your thoughts drowned it out; Ghost and Soap? You thought, what kinda names are those? Sounds like a Men’s 11 in 1 body wash together!

Your friends had found it hilarious, of course. They’d joked about meeting Mr. Ghastly-Clean and Mr. Sudsy-Lad, and promised to buy you a "Ghost and Soap" bath bomb for your birthday. You’d laughed along, but a strange feeling had started to settle in you, a yearning that you couldn't quite explain. That book you'd brought along to your eleven hour long flight lay long forgotten at the bottom of your carry-on.

You were no mere teen anymore. Now you were a journalist and war photographer, intent on finding your oen truth. The chaotic energy of a battlefield somehow soothed the constant itch of the two names etched on your skin. You'd met lots of people, exchanged thousands of words, but none had felt like they belonged with Ghost and Soap. For all your eloquence, nothing could put those feelings into words. Again those voices of loved ones telling you to let go, to search harder, to do this and that. What did they knew though? What did they expect to happen, miracles?

One particularly hectic night, you were in need of one such miracle. Your ever so feverent pursuit of the truth brought quite a bit of danger along; nothing you couldn't handle, picked up a few tricks on your travels here and there. Yet this... Was much too big for any of this. There was no article to be written and no photo to be taken when sirens wailed like banshees and grey smoke drove tears into your eyes.

The city was a symphony once. A vibrant, chaotic melody of honking cars, chattering crowds, and the rhythmic clang of street vendors. Now, it was a dissonant cacophony of explosions, the sharp crack of gunfire, and the terrified cries of the few souls still daring to breathe. You? You found yourself swallowed whole by this chaos, a lone note desperately trying to find its escape in the maelstrom.

A child cried, another salve of shots silenced the sound.

Silence was eerie. Silence was deadly.

Mouth dry and nose covered, you fought against the fear that tried to take over; the adrenaline, the stomping beats of your own heart. Too heavy and too sudden was the attack. The soldier that was assigned as your bodyguard just yesterday... You'd swallowed hard when he made you promise to save yourself.

Every little sound had you stop and check corners. A wheezing breeze? Scratching along cement? Some stray cats meow nearly caused you a heart attack.

Just gotta keep moving forward, you reminded yourself, just gotta-

Breathless coughs, two. Some low murmurs. Swearing if you'd heard right. One of the guerilla fighters?

As if moving in slow motion you peaked aroung the corner. Eyes checking every centimeter of a half lit allyway-

Your eyes met his.

Heaven and hell would laugh at you for dying like this. Covered in dirt and blood, lost in a war zone of your own fault. If only you'd listened to your mother telling you to stop being so goddamn curious.

He flinched slightly, then coughed, his voice raspy but with a hint of a playful lilt. “Well, hello there.”

That doesn't sound like someone trying to kill you.

"I see you. Why don't ye come out? Am wounded anyway, won't be able to kill ye even if I wanted to."

Your brain protested. This could be a tactic. Lure you out of hiding and into the light, makes it easier to kill you.

But you moved still.

"Come on closer, will ye?"

Eyes stayed fixated on yours like a trance.

His jaw tightened when you finally knelt beside him. Only now did you notice the blood seeping through his black shirt, streaming down a toned biceps like small rivers.

"You don't look like a guerilla fighter."

He chuckled. "Ye don't look like one to me either. Can't hurt be careful though." The blade in his hand reflected the moonlight.

You froze, your eyes snapping to his. His lips quirked into a small smile, but it faded slightly as he noticed your expression.

"Everything okay?" He asked, his voice a low murmur.

"Soap. You're Soap. The Soap."

Soap's eyes widened... As if he recognised you.

The cold metal pressed to the back of your skull, a chilling whisper against the warmth of your skin. The soldier’s breath, ragged and harsh, fanned the hairs at your nape. You could feel the tremor in his hand, the desperate tension that vibrated through him, yet beneath it all, a resolve as solid as the steel he wielded.

"Step away from my partner."

The words, simple enough, landed with the force of a physical blow. They weren't a plea, or a desperate yell. They were a command, delivered with an authority that sent a shiver down your spine. You had never heard this voice before, but instantly, it felt so right. Like the missing piece you hadn't even known you were searching for.

The chaos of the savaged city faded into the background. All that existed was the look in their eyes, the names on your skin, and that strange, overwhelming feeling of finally coming home. Even if your soulmates smelled of sweat and gunpowder rather than roses and honey.

[probablyasocialecologist]

As in a capitalist system, improved efficiency and productivity lead to a rebound in resource use. This rebound comes from the resource gains from productivity being invested into the economy to provide more growth, driving a growth-focused economy. With a society designed around pursuing growth, no country currently uses sustainable levels of energy and resource to meet human needs and well-being sufficiently.  Degrowth seeks to change society’s dependence on economic growth, especially downscaling destructive and excessive productions such as fossil fuels and fast fashion in wealthy nations to reduce energy and resource use. This downscaling will ensure a quicker decarbonisation timeline, stopping an ecological breakdown whilst improving social outcomes. A review of evidence on global consumption and ecological impacts shows that increasing consumption is a key driver of global environmental impact. Even a low-carbon economy with renewable energy, electrification and negative emissions technologies will all require resources such as concrete, metals, and land. Therefore, degrowth advocates argue that it is not enough to just “green” the economy. Wealthy countries must also address affluence and reduce its consumption and overall resource use. Overconsumption also highlights the issue of global inequality, as income is linked to consumption and consumption is the key driver of environmental impacts, suggesting that overconsumption also causes environmental inequality. With growth at the root of the problem, addressing overconsumption with degrowth could reduce energy, and resource use, environmental impacts, and global inequality.

[otomehoneyybearr]

Kagari Amagase

Be My Lover, Be My Beast Premium Ending

Ch1 | Ch2 | Sweet | Premium | Epilogue | Bonus

Warning: mention of blood

As I accompanied Prince Kagari to the casino playing the role of his lover, I decided to voice the question that had been on my mind.

Emma: "…Um, who exactly is this person you want to convince that you have a lover?"

Kagari: "..."

Prince Kagari didn’t say anything, and looked around before turning his gaze back to me.

Emma: "..."

Emma: "Wait... you don’t mean everyone here in the casino, do you?"

Kagari: "That’s right. I never said it was just one person."

Emma: "I... I just assumed it was one person based on the way you spoke."

Kagari: "That’s on you for not asking for more details."

(He’s got a point, but still...!)

Emma: "Why do you want so many people to think that? If they start believing this lie as the truth…”

(Wait... if that happens, wouldn’t I be in serious danger...?)

As the second prince of Kogyoku, known for his love for battle and feared as a demon, it was only natural that Prince Kagari had plenty of people who don't think highly of him.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, I felt my body temperature drop.

Prince Kagari pulled me closer by the waist and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

Kagari: "Starting tomorrow, people will see you as my lover."

(!!!)

Kagari: "...But I have to say, being your cat might be more fun than being your lover."

Emma: "Wh-What are you talking about all of a sudden?"

Kagari: "That was a joke. But there’s a high chance you’ll be targeted."

Kagari: "By the way, the people here are far from being as kind-hearted as you."

(He’s making it sound like everyone here is a villain… surely he’s exaggerating, right?)

Kagari: "From now on, your daily life is might get 50% more thrilling."

Emma: "I’m someone who prefers a peaceful life, so I’d rather not..."

Kagari: "Too late for that."

(I really shouldn’t have agreed to pretend to be his lover just because he looked so serious.)

(But…. It’s too late to back out now. I can’t outrun him.)

I could already see myself getting caught instantly.

Kagari: "Don’t worry. You might be in a dangerous position, but I’ll protect you."

Kagari: "...For now, at least."

(Huh? What did he just say...?)

His voice was drowned out by the bustling noise inside the casino.

I wanted to ask him to repeat himself, but he had already started walking again, so I missed my chance.

And due to the events that followed, I completely forgot about what he said.

After wandering around the lively casino and making it clear to many people that Prince Kagari had a lover—

I was led into a certain room.

There, to my surprise, was a familiar figure sitting lounging on a sofa.

Merchant: "Y-You two...!"

(Why is he here?)

On the table were lavish dishes and two glasses.

Next to the sofa were several bulging burlap sacks, glistening with money in the candlelight.

(He did mention he had a meeting with an important client, so he was probably just with them.)

(But more importantly, why did Prince Kagari come here?)

(And to top it off, it’s the merchant from earlier... He must have known from the start.)

The merchant’s face turned pale as soon as he saw Prince Kagari, his mouth quivering.

Kagari: "Was it you who had the Princess deliver that package?"

Merchant: "A-and what if I was...?"

Kagari: "Nothing, really. I just thought you were quite clever for a small fry."

Kagari: "If you had delivered the package yourself, I would have killed you on the spot."

(What...?)

Kagari: "You were afraid of that, so you used the Princess, who’s been spending a lot of time with me lately, didn’t you?"

Kagari: "You knew she wouldn’t ignore someone in need."

Emma: "Prince Kagari, please wait."

With my hands trembling from confusion and anxiety, I grabbed Prince Kagari’s arm.

Emma: "What exactly was inside that package?"

Kagari: "Explosives."

Emma: "Explos...!"

I was too shocked to speak, but Prince Kagari paid no attention to my reaction and continued speaking to the merchant.

Kagari: "The box was rigged to explode as soon as it was opened."

Kagari: "It was made quite well. Did you ask a fireworks expert to make it?"

Kagari: "By the way, it seems that 'client' you were with until just now really hates me."

Kagari: "Or maybe, they were simply hired by someone else to carry out the task. Just like you."

Kagari: "You let greed cloud your judgment and did something foolish, didn’t you?"

Prince Kagari was saying something to the merchant, but I couldn’t focus on the conversation.

My head was spinning with the truth I had just learned.

(What if Prince Kagari hadn’t realized the package was filled with explosives?)

(What if I had been accidentally subjected to a strong impact on the way to the castle?)

(I... I almost killed someone out of good intentions...)

My legs trembled with fear as I realized I had unwittingly participated in a crime, and my vision blurred with tears of regret.

I struggled to breathe, desperately trying to take in air, but I couldn’t inhale properly.

Kagari: "Princess."

(…Ah…)

Prince Kagari lifted my chin up.

His green eyes, as expressionless as ever, made the tears well up even more in my eyes for some reason.

Kagari: "Was that too cruel for you? Well, it's better to know now than later, right?"

Kagari: "Besides, your breathing is getting shallow. If you keep this up, you'll pass out from lack of oxygen."

Kagari: "Take slow, deep breaths."

Emma: "Ha… h…"

I follow his instructions and fill my lungs with air.

He gently parted my lips with his thumb, and as I exhaled, my tense body relaxed just a little.

(I can breathe a little easier now.)

Emma: "Prince Kagari… I'm sorry… for not realizing anything…"

What came out wasn’t gratitude, but an apology for the crime I had almost committed.

Prince Kagari released me, tilting his head slightly as if puzzled…

Kagari: "It’s normal not to notice. The one at fault is the person who tried to pin the crime on you."

Kagari: "Kogyoku is full of hot-headed people who will do anything to take the king’s head. The security here is terrible."

Kagari: "So, I don’t recommend being friendly to everyone."

Kagari: "Nothing is easier to exploit than a person with good intentions."

(Compared to Rhodolite, Kogyoku is filled with death lurking at every corner.)

(Prince Kagari came to the casino not just for his own reasons, but also to warn me about the dangers of being too kind.)

Kagari: "Well, that’s enough of a lesson for you, Princess. Next…"

Merchant: P-Please… spare me. I was threatened, I had no choice but to do it…"

The merchant, trembling in fear, prostrated himself on the floor, begging for his life before Prince Kagari's chillingly cold gaze.

In the tense atmosphere, Prince Kagari quietly approached him.

Kagari: "In this instance, even the Princess’ excessive kindness carries a slight share of the blame."

Kagari: "In a way, this was a sort of lesson for you—an experience that will serve you well."

Kagari: "And as for you, you have no criminal record. So as long as you don't do something like this again, I won't take your life."

Merchant: "I-I won’t! So please spare m—aaaaaah!!"

(…!)

Before I realized it, the merchant was lying on the floor, bleeding from his legs and writhing in pain.

In Prince Kagari's hand was a blood-stained sword, which he must have drawn from its scabbard at some point.

Kagari "I only gave you a light punishment. You won’t be able to walk for several months with those legs."

Kagari "Don’t do anything foolish that would reach my ears again."

As if his business was finished, Prince Kagari flicked the blood off his sword, twirled it, and sheathed it.

(I-I stopped breathing again...)

I clenched my trembling hands, slowly trying to regulate my breathing.

(No matter how many times he saves me and shows his kindness...)

(I can’t help but find him just as frightening.)

Every time I felt that way, a sharp pain pricked my heart.

At the same time, a question arose in my mind.

(Why does Prince Kagari care so much about me?)

●●●●●● Flashback ●●●●●●

Kagari: "Starting tomorrow, people will see you as my lover."

Kagari: "Don’t worry. You might be in a position is dangerous, but I’ll protect you."

●●●●●● Flashback End ●●●●●●

(He said that, but… It almost felt like he wanted people to believe I was his lover, even though it would be troublesome for him.)

(Did he want them to think I’m his lover, rather than just to make it seem like he has one…?)

Kagari: "Lost in thought?"

Emma: "Prince Kagari…"

As Prince Kagari unexpectedly comes into view, I don’t know what expression to make, and my gaze wanders.

Suddenly, his eyes shift toward the door.

But he quickly looks back at me, and for some reason, pulls me closer by the waist.

(Ah, he's so close…)

Even though he's done this many times while pretending to be my lover, I’m still not used to his proximity or the warmth of his body.

Kagari: "Princess, do you like thrills?"

(What’s with this all of a sudden?)

Emma: "I don’t think I dislike them."

Kagari: "Good. Then let’s go."

Emma: "Uh, where to? That’s a window—"

Kagari: "Don’t bite your tongue."

Emma: "Wait, does that mean we’re—Ahhh!?

Prince Kagari scooped me up into his arms, opened the window and jumped out without hesitation.

In the next instant, I heard a loud crash as the door to the room was kicked open, followed by the sound of multiple footsteps rushing in.

……

Kagari: "……"

Emma: "………"

(What should I do in this situation?)

It didn’t seem like a peaceful night was coming anytime soon.

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[acapelladitty]

Whole Day Off : Masterlist 💉🎃

Pairing: Jonathan Crane/Reader

Summary: A collection of my various Scarecrow/Reader fics in which our plucky reader finds herself playing victim to the whims of the Master of Fear himself as he exploes the line between fear and arousal and pushes her every limit. (TW's are attached to each chapter.)

Main Story ✍️💉

Part 1: The Meeting

Part 2: The Basement

Part 3: The Punishment

Part 4: The Event

Part 4.5: The Event (Crane POV)

Part 5: The Developments

Part 6: The Change

Part 7: The Betrayal

Part 8: The Apartment

Part 9: The Week (Crane POV)

Part 10: The Continuation

Part 11: The Meal

Part 12: The Mistake

Oneshots 📝🎃

The Test (Professor/Student dynamic)

A Very Special Christmas (Holiday-based Kink)

The Hunt (Hunter/Prey dynamic)

Drabbles #1

Drabbles #2

Drabbles #3

Kinktober 2023 (Role-Reversal)

(updated regularly)

[magicalqueennightmare]

Not Exactly a Win (N.C.)

Homelander goes down for good

Non Canon storyline part 3 to Not Exactly Babysitting & Not Exactly a Lie

Its the boys so lots of crazy shit

You hadn't spoken to Billy since the last time you fucked him and hadn't talked to Ben since he admitted to you that Homelander was his son. You knew everything was coming to a head, you could feel it but didn't know how close it was until Annie called you to go with her to meet Hughie.

"What do you mean?" You asked Hughie who shrugged "He punched me. I woke up and called Annie for a ride" you sat back in the seat and let out a harsh breath. If Butcher had ditched Hughie the final showdown was on the horizon. The question was whether or not anyone would be standing by the time it was through.

Maeve was at the apartment by the time the three of you got back and after she told you all what she knew there was only one option, go after Butcher and Ben.

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You saw Maeve move before anyone else did and when she threw the nerve gas meant for Ben out of the window you knew that meant she was of the same mind as you. Homelander had to die,no matter what. Butcher cut his eyes at you before motioning to Hughie, Annie, Frenchie, Kimiko and MM "Lets get em in the safe"

"I'm sorry" was the last thing you told them before closing the door behind them. You turned to face Maeve, Ben and Butcher "Lets do this"

Leave it to Homelander to resort to attempted emotional manipulation. He did it for a living with Vought but you never expected he would've brought Ryan into it. You and Billy locked eyes when he stepped out, this complicated things.

One minute Ben was choking Homelander, the next Ryan was hitting Ben with a blast and without thinking you lunged forward and caught the impact of Ben's shield before he could hit Ryan.

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You felt your body slam into a wall and vaguely heard Ben and Billy shout your name but Ryan's voice was closer. You opened your eyes to see him on his knees next to your head "please don't die. I didn't mean for you to get hurt, please Y/N"

You offered him a small smile "it's ok Ryan. I'm a supe too remember?" He moved to help you up and behind him you could see Billy and Ben fighting while Maeve fought Homelander. You had to get Ryan out the way and everyone focused on the task at hand. "Ryan I need to tell you something and it's gonna hurt but you know me, I wouldn't lie to you"

He nodded "What is it?" You took a deep breath "Remember seeing my tattoos and asking about them?" "The scars?" He asked and christ his voice sounded so small "Your dad gave them to me and he hurt your mom really bad too. He's not a good man" he blinked back tears "But he said.." he trailed off then you could see him steady himself "How did he hurt you and mom?"

You didn't know what to say to a twelve year old "He wanted us and we didn't want him" his eyes glowed red with his powers "Then he needs to die" he started to stand but you grabbed his arm "Not you. I need you to get out of here. MM and the rest of the boys will be here soon. They'll keep you safe and get you back to Grace. If i make it out of here I'll find you kid" "What about you?" You nodded towards the chaos happening around the two of you "I've got to handle this" he nodded and started to move towards the door but stopped to look back at you "Try not to die" then ran for the exit. "I'll do my best" you muttered pushing yourself to your feet.

Homelander laughed as he dodged your flame and shot a blast towards Maeve "Did you really think the two of you could stop me?" You shrugged "No but we can distract you"

You and Maeve dove out the way of the blast about the time Ben hit Homelander. You watched as he hit his knees, the compound V burning out of his veins. Once the blast was gone Ben's breathing was heavy and Billy was barely on his feet, the two of them looked at you then in unison Ben slammed his shield into Homelander's chest as Billy shot him square in the eye.

The official report? An explosion in Vought tower claimed the lives of Soldier Boy, his son Homelander, his grandson Ryan and fellow supe Maeve.

Grace let Ben walk away, put Ryan back into protective custody for a while and you, Billy and the boys would be left with the aftermath. It didn't matter, Homelander was dead and Ryan was alive and safe from him. You could handle the team being pissed. Your nightmare was gone.

[taliya-writes]

Becoming a Legend snippet - DCMK x Not-Quite SH???

“Sherlock Holmes was largely based off a young man whom I met by chance.  The gentleman fascinated me, and I wanted to at least attempt capturing his abilities both intellectually and physically.  He had requested from the beginning that I not reveal his name, but had I not ever met the lad, Sherlock Holmes might have never come to be.”

-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, from How Skeletons Tell Stories: A Biography of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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Hakuba Saguru groaned, his head pulsing in time with his heartbeat.  The last thing he remembered before the eyeball-searing light and the concussive wave of sound was Kaitou KID’s frightened yell as he shielded himself as best as he could from the impending explosion.  Saguru had not expected a sniper’s bullet to shatter the Anesidorian Hope, which was a large, raw amethyst spear that was, coincidentally, the target of the phantom thief’s heist that night.  The violet gemstone point had still been in its stand, though KID had removed the protective case.  Saguru had been in the process of attempting to grab the thief, who had hopped nimbly out of reach, when the amethyst had been struck.  He had backpedaled as fast as he could, somehow instinctively aware that the gem was somehow going to detonate.

“Awake yet, lad?” asked a voice in, to his addled mind, very oddly accented English in response to Saguru’s rasping groan as he woke up.  “I wagered you’d be up half an hour ago.”

I’m getting there, hold your bloody horses! was what he snippily wanted to say.  However, all that Saguru was able to manage was a muffled, “Ngh…”  Saguru pried his eyelids open, squinting at the warm sunlight that lit the room he was in with a warm, amber glow.  A dimly lit plasterwork ceiling detailed in gold greeted him, followed by the face of a portly, late-twenties man with sandy brown hair and the thickest mustache that he had seen in a while.

His style of dress was reminiscent of the turn of England’s twentieth century.  He wore a white button up with a four-in-hand knotted tie in black.  White waistcoat and black trousers completed the look, from what he could see from his vantage point on the bed he was lying on.  “Who are you?  And where am I?”

The mustached man huffed.  “Arthur Doyle.  You’re currently in my house in South Norwood.  How’re you feeling?”

“Like my head’s about to explo—”  Saguru froze mid-sentence and reached up a hand to press it against his face, struggling to reconstruct a coherent sequence of events.  Perhaps the explosion had rattled his brain more than he had initially believed if the first thing his mind had latched onto was the fact that this man’s name was the same as that of his favorite author.  “… Arthur Conan Doyle…?”

The man stared askance at him.  “By Jove, how in the world did you guess my middle name, boy?” he asked in surprise.

I’m hallucinating, the blond thought, staring in obvious shock at the famous writer.  It’s not possible that I’m meeting the Sir Arthur Conan bleeding Doyle…!  “… am I… in London…?” he whispered.  “I’m not going mad, am I?”

[deepfivetraveller]

Moriarty the patriot x Sick!Child!reader. Chapter 1 (Platonic)

Chapter 2 here

The MI6 could only gather little information about them since they were new to the circle of rich aristocrats.

The Quinn family owned luxurious hotels whose popularity and income just went above the roof, which is surprising since they’ve only been in the industry for a few years. Due to this, they were suspected of smuggling drugs across countries. Only problem was that the military had no evidence. Albert was instructed to check the family out, but since he had to do some preparations on ‘The final problem’ William decided to go instead.

As the carriage stopped, William turned towards the window and saw a large mansion. It had british architecture and was lavishly decorated in the family’s signature colour purple.

 He was greeted by the master and mistress of the family as he exited the carriage. “Welcome Mr Moriarty it’s finally good to meet you.” Richard Quinn says this as he shakes William’s hand a little too vigorously. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too Mr Quinn.” He replies. “Please come in. We have prepared some special Darjeeling tea just for you.” Elisabeth Quinn motions him towards the garden of the estate. After that all three engage in small talk to which William could only pretend to like. Eventually, a topic peaked his interest. “Yes,yes our daughter too has the same habit.”

“Daughter? You both have a daughter?” William sips tea from his cup. “Yes,we just adopted her a few days ago.” She slices her cake with more force than needed creating an unpleasant cling sound. “She is still adapting to her surroundings so we didn’t bring her here.” she continues. William too was once an adopted kid and yes, it does take time to adapt but he started to get a bit suspicious of them.

"Is it possible for me to meet her personally?"

The couple both look at each other after William says this. “Sure. Let me lead you to her.” Richard gets up from his chair and so does William. While walking, Mr Quinn says “Our daughter has a medical condition due to which she cannot talk much, so please don’t force her to talk.” he nodded and kept this point in mind. A mute child is perfect if the parents want to keep a secret from society.

After a few minutes of walking they both enter a grand library.The shelves were made from a wood of dark colour possibly walnut or teak. All the books there were binded by some sort of luxurious leather. After going in a little deeper William sees a small girl sitting on the table copying something from a book. Richard whispers “I’ll introduce you to her and then leave you alone.”

William nods again and both of them come up to you. “Y/n?” Mr Quinn taps on the table. You immediately stop writing and look at both of them. “This is our guest Mr William James Moriarty.” He points at William. “I’m going to leave both of you alone now.”

After Mr Quinn leaves William sits next to you. “Like your father said, My name is William. What’s yours?” He felt a bit guilty making you talk in your condition but for the sake of the mission some things need to be done.

You take a bunch of flash cards connected to a flash card ring. You flip to a page with you name on it and show it to him. Clever. “Y/n. What a lovely name. How are you adjusting to your new life?” He  turns slightly towards you. You immediately flip to an empty card and write ‘It’s going alright.’

He notices this was not a direct reply to his question. Either you don’t have much to say or you were threatened by your parents. Though he does try to eliminate the second option since you are wearing a luxurious dress. Nevertheless he still doubts.

“I see.” He leans onto the table.

“Are you happy with your new life?” He enquires. You write ‘Yes I’m quite content with my life.’ He smiles and then looks at what you were reading. “On the Origin of species…” he reads the title out loud. He also looks at the notes you were writing and sees the key points of the book written neatly.

“You should explore other parts of science as well. Why don’t we try to find  other books on physics and chemistry here?” He gets up and extends his arm. In reply, you hold his hand.

“Can you take me to the science section?” You nod to his question and take him there

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“Yes, yes, maybe…no.” William picks a few books and takes them in and out of the shelf. All the books he thought were suitable to read were given to you to hold. “That’s about it.” he turns towards you. “Let’s go back and sit down.” He takes the books from you and carries them.

“Thank you.” This is the first time you spoke to him. He didn’t know what you were thanking for, maybe for holding the books, maybe for helping you select books or maybe for something else. But more importantly he was taken aback by your voice. Your voice did crack a bit due to your lack of talking, but in his ears they were melodious; like  crunchy sweet.

Suddenly the clock chimes, an indication that it is now evening. “Oh my, time went by fast. It seems it’s time for me to go now.” he replies. He kept the books on a small wooden chair but when he was about to leave you grab onto his sleeve. He could see you mouthing ‘Don’t leave’.

“Why?” he questions. You slowly take back your hand from his sleeve and mouth him ‘Sorry’. William kneels down to your level, expecting you to say a reason for your action.

‘The first person to not make fun of me is you.’ he frowns as he looks at your card. “What about your parents?” he inquired. ‘Well they aren’t mean to me but that doesn’t mean that they are kind.’ you’re hesitant to show this card and he can tell.

He tries to calm you down by patting your head and to some extent, it works. “Don’t worry,” he reassured. “I’ll take care of this.”   “But how?” You questioned back. “That…” He gets up and looks at you. “Is my problem. You just relax” He tilts his head as a sign of respect and leaves the room, leaving you a bit confused and dumbfounded.

[rodeoblitz]

The ambassador mission to hell had been going off without out a hitch. River had already been to the hazbin hotel and talked to Charlie. Now, all they had to do was meet with Lucifer. However, on the way there. The two were attcked by some sinners.

As the two were being fired at, River grab blitz and covered him with her wings as she pulled the two to safety behind cover. However, in the process, a bullet hit River in the wing. Causing excruciating pain to exploed from her wing. She let the imp go but stayed laying on the ground. Trying to stop herself from going into shock.

Blitz wasn't expecting the protection, that was for sure. No one ever protected him. He always was the one doing the defending, at least from his viewpoint. Once in awhile someone would save him.

He got a few good hits on their targets before they got away, he dragged River into a safe spot to try to wrap her up with first aid.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Ready To Hope

1200 Words for 1200 Followers #2

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! Rolling right along with the second piece - which is set in the same AU as Every Color Illuminates. This “color soulmates” trope has been really fun to play with, so it might be pretty easy to convince me to write more for them ;) 

Warnings: Talk of past relationships, Teresa makes a tiny cameo 

Requested by: @alraedesigns - Song: Shake It Out - Character Choice: Marcus Pike (Thank you so much for sending this, Alex! I know you love this sweet cinnamon roll man, so I hope you enjoy the continuation of this AU! 💚) 

Summary: When Marcus contacts a renowned Art Gallery in hopes that a Color Ambassador can help him with some details for a case, he’s reminded of the fact that asking for help to see color hasn’t always worked out for him in the past. This time, though, things will be different. 

“This might be a shot in the dark, but-” Marcus clamped his phone between his ear and shoulder so that he had both hands free to pay the coffee vendor. Mouthing a ‘thank you’ to the man, he took his beverage, dropping his change in the tip jar. “You don’t have a Graysight CA who can walk me through the exhibit, do you?”

He held his breath and readjusted the phone, gripping it with his right hand. I hope she says y-

“We do.” Michelle, the director of the National Gallery of Art responded. “Actually, our best Color Ambassador sees in Graysight. And you’re in luck, Agent Pike, because she’s here today.”

Marcus released his held breath in a relieved sigh, lips lifting into a smile. Amazing. “That’s great.”

Admitting that he - the regional head of the FBI’s Art Crimes division - needed a CA always gave Marcus a hint of anxiety. It wasn’t because he was embarrassed that he hadn’t found his match yet. It was because he knew that people made assumptions about him based on his position, and that sometimes when they found out that he couldn’t see in color, their assumptions turned to doubt in his ability to do his job. But here was a fellow professional within the art community telling him that the best person for the task at hand was someone just like him.

Clearing his throat, Marcus tilted his left hand, careful not to spill his coffee, so he could read the time on his wristwatch. It was just after 11. No time like the present, right? “Would it be too much trouble to meet with them this morning? I can be there in half an hour.”

“Of course not, Agent, anything we can do to help. There’s a group tour finishing with that section of the Gallery now, but once they’re done I’ll rope off the wing so that you won’t be disturbed while you’re here.”

She excused herself then, telling him that she needed to go speak with the CA who would be guiding him. Marcus thanked her and hung up the phone, sliding it into his jacket pocket. He let out another sigh, this one heftier and more satisfying as it left his lungs.

Finally, a break in this case that goes my way.

Heading away from the coffee cart and toward where his car was parked, he tried to keep the next thought from materializing. He failed.

It’s not just this case that I haven’t caught a break in. It’s been… everything.

Though it had been nearly eight months since he’d left Texas, the way things ended between him and Teresa still stung when he thought about it. The sting was made worse by the fact that if their roles were swapped, she wouldn’t need a CA to assist on the case, because she had matched and had lived with color for years.

Jane had been the one to let the spectrum into her life. It had given Marcus pause at first, when she told him. But Teresa had insisted that it was simply because they were such good friends - that they connected on a level that was purely platonic. Hers hadn’t been one of those sudden, blinding explosions of color that some people experienced, but a steady glow as she got to know the man. That, along with the fact that Jane had been able to see color before meeting Teresa - his match had been his first wife - had been enough to convince Marcus that a serious relationship with her was possible.

Not everyone matched with their partner. He knew that. It didn’t mean a relationship was doomed.  

There were other signs though. He frowned as he sipped his coffee. Other things I ignored.

Like the time he asked Teresa to describe the colors of a sunset they watched together . “I don’t know, Marcus.” She looked at him as if he’d asked her to solve a complex mathematical equation instead of helping him to understand the world around him. “It’s orange.”

“Yeah,” he’d said, one arm wrapped around her to bring her closer to his side, his lips landing near her temple. “But what does that mean? What does it make you feel?”

She’d only stared at him, shaking her head. “Warm, I guess? I don’t know, I can’t explain it. Hopefully someday you’ll be able to see for yourself.”

That had been the end of that conversation. Marcus never tried to get her to describe colors to him again. He told himself that he didn’t want to put her on the spot. But if he was being honest, it was because he didn’t want to think about what it meant that she wasn’t even willing to try.

But I can’t think about that right now. I need to… Need to think about this case. And I need to let go of what happened in Texas if I want to have any hope of finding something real.

Reaching his car, he got in and entered the address of the Gallery into his GPS. The automated voice and the gray arrow on the screen helped him concentrate, and before long he was pulling into the visitor parking lot.

Alright, Pike. He took a long swig of his coffee to drain it, setting the empty cup - one that he was told was brown with green stripes but only saw as light gray with darker gray lines - into the holder in the center console. Time to focus.

As promised, Michelle had roped off the Rothko exhibit, a security guard leading him there after Marcus showed the man his badge. As he waited in the room, he walked around and looked closely at the various color-blocked paintings on display - squares and lines and rectangles that all appeared to be in grayscale.

I can’t even imagine what it would be like to see these. Really see them.

Before he could get too lost in his fantasy, he heard a pair of footsteps getting closer. Turning, he saw you and began closing the distance.

“Agent Marcus Pike,” he introduced himself, holding his hand out to you with a smile.

You returned the smile and the introduction, fingers wrapping around his hand to bring your palms together. The moment you did, the room erupted in hues he didn’t have names for. The paintings that surrounded him seemed to glow, their colors radiating from the frames to shine directly on you. He sucked in a breath, a rush of emotion coursing through his chest.

I… I can see. It’s her.

He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. Not even to glance around at the heavily saturated works he was there to study.

“Marcus?” Your voice came out as a whisper, and he saw the wonder in your expression, noticed the way that your breath came quickly and unevenly. He noticed the way that he felt relaxed and calm as blue and green shimmered in the corners of his vision and a soft tingle spread along his spine. “I… I don’t think you need me to-”

“No. I do.” He said your name again, smiling around it, letting it roll off his tongue. “I definitely do.”

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[viceroywrites]

reunions and opportunities - chapter nine

gary x fem!reader

both of you didn't get the ideal high school experience it would make sense that you both would be dreading the reunion.

little did you know how many doors would open after that.

ao3 version here - chapters on tumblr are slightly rewritten and restructured.

content warning: fic contains smut in later chapters. discussions of mental health including trauma and potential ptsd (aka gary is traumatized). this chapter contains smut - dni if you are a minor.

chapter nine

Gary had a distinct ranking of the best events that happened in his life: landing a punch on Brock Samson, Christmas, getting his first BMX bike, and meeting the cast of Firefly.

Little did he know that he would be adding a new event to that list this evening: losing his virginity.

The combination of a few glasses of red wine throughout dinner and seeing you in the dress that seemed to accentuate your figure perfectly (he’d have to thank Sheila on a later day for that) led to the compromising position Gary found himself in - his large sweaty palms resting on your hips with you sat between his thick thighs as he savored the taste of your soft lips.

Soft pants echo in the living room as you and Gary finally separate for air, a string of saliva connecting both your lips following the desperate make-out session. 

“Do you want to keep going?” You say, your hands resting on Gary’s broad chest as you look down at the henchman. Gary finds himself distracted by the patterns your fingers draw against the fabric of his sweater before gazing up at you.

“Oh God, yes but… -” Gary bites his lip, hesitating as he tries to find the right words which causes you to tilt your head in confusion. It takes a few seconds of silence before the wheels that are turning in your head finally click.

“Oh my God, Gary… this is your first time?” You question which causes him to wince at your query before nodding his head reluctantly. 

You lean forward, causing Gary’s grip on your hips to tighten as he feels your soft chest rest against his. Your lips press against his chin, placing a trail of kisses that leaves him trembling beneath your touch before your hand reaches up to cup his stubble jawline to press a reassuring kiss on his lips. 

“I’ll take good care of you, okay?” You purr softly against his ear, causing him to let out a groan in response. “Let me know if you want me to stop at any point, we’ll take things slow.”

He nods eagerly, following your lead as you slide off his lap and take his hand, guiding him to the bedroom. His heart is pounding through his chest and his hands are damp from sweat as his wandering eyes get sucked into the hypnotic sway of your hips. Gary gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing as you take a seat at the edge of your bed, beckoning him with the curl of your finger to join you.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me, your hands were only on my hips earlier.” You give him an encouraging grin, taking his hands and guiding them to your chest, causing Gary’s cheeks to turn red. You had picked up on the henchman’s appreciation of breasts pretty quickly after a few lingering stares, particularly when you were wearing anything that accentuated your chest from tight tops to lower necklines.

“S-Sorry… didn’t want to be too forward. Does this feel good?” He stuttered out, watching your expression carefully as his large fingers grip tighter around your breasts, almost creaming his pants at the sensation of the soft flesh sinking into his fingertips. 

You let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, nodding in response, which Gary takes as a green light to massage and squeeze them further. “O-Oh my god, they feel so much better than I imagined.” He groans mostly to himself. If you asked Gary directly for his preference, ass or tits, he would deny having one vehemently up and down. However, his weakness has always been boobs since he had first discovered that Cupcakes magazine in the forest and yours felt heavenly.

While Gary did his own exploration of your body, your eyes greedily took in his stocky frame, loving how the sweater he wore accentuated his broad shoulders. Wanting to feel and see those muscles bare, your fingertips crept at the edge of his sweater, pushing the fabric up.

Gary jumped at your touch, shuddering as your cold fingers caressed up his large abdomen before lingering at his pecs. He gazed down and chuckled at the sight of you impatiently tugging at the fabric, flattered at how eager you were to see his body.

“Alright, alright, and I thought I was the excited virgin.” Gary pulled away briefly to tug off his sweater, revealing his bare upper body to you for the first time. Your eyes indulged in the eye candy - trailing from his wide shoulders and toned upper arms to his pecs before landing on his ‘Hench 4 Life’ tattoo plastered across his abdomen.

“You have a tattoo?!” You exclaim with a teasing grin, your fingers tracing the letters. Gary bites his lip, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and pleasure before shakily admitting, “Technically I have two.”

Your eyebrow raises in curiosity and Gary groans in defeat, turning around to show you his second tattoo - a butterfly tramp stamp. You can’t help but let out a giggle at the sight of it, “You have to be the most loyal henchman I’ve ever met. Practically giving your body to the Monarch, you slut.”

Gary rolls his eyes playfully before turning back to face you, his large frame pinning you down and towering over you as he rests his hands by your hips, sinking into the mattress. He leans down to press kisses on your neck, tickling you with his stubble before his hand tugs at the zipper at the back of your dress, “You’re a bit overdressed, m’lady. Not really fair if I’m the only one half naked.”

You hastily unzip your dress, you and Gary’s hands both impatiently tugging the fabric off before it drops to the floor, being left in just your bra and panties. Gary’s mouth goes dry at the sight, one of his hands cupping your breast through the lace bra while the other fumbles with the clasp at the back.

The moment he unclasps the pesky piece of lingerie, Gary’s fingertips fumble against your hardened nipples, shuddering at the sound of your moans as he squeezes and tugs on them. “Oh my god, they’re so soft.” He mutters.

“Y-You can suck on them if you want.” You stutter out before letting out a surprised yelp as Gary takes up your offer immediately as he tucks his head down, cupping the flesh before wrapping his lips hungrily around your nipple. 

Gary feels like he’s died and gone to heaven, suckling on your chest while his hands continue to grope the soft pillowy mounds. His eyes roll back at the sensation of your hand palming the sizable bulge that is straining through his jeans, his groan vibrating against your flesh. 

His hands release your breasts and shakily trail down your abdomen to your hips, his fingertips caressing the edge of your panties. “May I?” The burly henchman checks with you before continuing and pulls the fabric down at your nod, almost ripping it with his excitement.

Kicking it to the side after it slides down to your ankle, you spread your legs wider, allowing Gary to adjust himself between your legs. Seeing the uncertainty flash in his eyes as he takes in the sight of your damp slit, you take his hand, guiding him on how to touch you.

Your eyes roll back and your toes curl at the sensation of Gary’s large thumb brushing against your clit on accident, arching your hips against his touch. Gary takes note of your reaction, relishing in every whimper and moan as he slowly circles his thumb against your sensitive nub as he carefully slides a single finger inside your hole.

His fingers are thick in comparison to yours and you shudder at the stretch it gives. Gary gazes at you in awe, amazed how wet you are for him already as he slides a second finger into you, groaning at how you arch against his touch. 

“Fuck, Gary, I need you. Please.” You whimper and Gary’s eyes widen at your desperate plea. He pulls his thick fingers out from your hole and begins to unbuckle his pants hastily. Gary tugs both his boxers and pants down in one motion, kicking it to the side, leaving him in just his socks, embroidered with the Monarch logo that Dr. Mrs. had gifted him after seeing him walk around with way too many holey socks.

Gary’s length sprung out, average in length but making up for it in girth and thickness with his balls looking quite heavy. His pink tip is already leaking out pre-cum. You can’t help but lean your head down to lap up the clear bead causing Gary to flinch and shudder at the sensation of your warm tongue against his tip.

“Oh god, as much as I would love a blowjob, I might nut the moment you put your mouth on me and I need to have you.” Gary panted, grabbing your shoulders delicately and pulling you away from his aching length. You chuckled and laid back into the sheets.

Gary adjusts his positioning between your legs, shuddering as he presses the tip against your wet entrance but huffing as he is unable to slide into you on the first try. Seeing his frustration, you lend a helping hand as you reach between your spread legs, biting your lip as your hand wraps around the base of his shaft and guides him towards your wetness.

You both let out a soft gasp as Gary’s length finally starts to sink into you. Inch by inch, Gary slips deeper inside your warm walls, letting out a groan as he slides all the way in, “Fuuck, you feel amazing… so warm and soft..” 

Your legs tremble at how Gary’s dick stretches you out, whimpering as you feel his tip sink deep and hit the sweet spot that causes your toes to curl. “You can move, Gary… please, I need more.” You pant out and Gary gladly indulges your requests.

His hips snap forward, the sensation of your hole tightening around his dick unlike anything he’s ever experienced. Gary chases the high, loving every single noise you made, from gasps begging for more to elongated moans.

Gary’s thrusts become more and more desperate, practically rutting against you in short yet deep bursts, as you tighten your legs around his chubby frame. Pulling him into you, your moans and whines are suddenly muffled as Gary leans down to kiss your lips hungrily, your tongues colliding together as the lewd sound of skin slapping together grows louder, echoing throughout the bedroom. 

His large hands can’t help but explore your body, his fingers digging into your flesh and dragging up and down the warm skin. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, feeling every inch of you as if you might disappear beneath his grasp. Every sensation felt overwhelming and one final snap of his hips combined with your nails digging against his brawny back brought Gary over the edge.

Letting out a loud groan, he came, causing you to whimper at the sensation of rope after rope filling up your insides. Heavy pants escaped Gary’s lips as he caught his breath, his forehead and upper body lightly glistening with sweat. He finally gazed down at you apologetically, “Sorry… It felt so good. You didn’t finish, did you?” 

You shook your head about to sit up but Gary’s large hand pressed down on your stomach. You looked up at him in confusion before gasping as he replaced his softening shaft with two of his thick fingers. “B-Babe, it’s fine!” Gary chuckled tiredly, tilting his head, “You really thought I wouldn’t make sure you cum, m’lady?”

Any protest dies in your throat as Gary pressed his thumb against your clit, rolling it in delicate circles. “Just want to make you feel good…” Gary mutters against your lips before ensnaring them into a deep kiss. Despite the henchman lacking in technique, he makes up for it in spades with his eagerness as his fingers pick up the pace, listening to your pleas and commands obediently. 

Your thighs tremble as you finally come undone, a muffled cry vibrating against Gary’s lips. Gary finally breaks the heavy liplock, pulling his fingers out and shifting so he can wrap you in his muscular arms. You sink into Gary’s warm chest almost out of instinct, snuggling up into the broad expanse of his torso. 

“That was awesome…” Gary says breathlessly, stroking patterns absentmindedly into your back as he relishes in the moment. You chuckle, listening to his pounding heartbeat with your cheek pressed up against his skin. Both of you sat comfortably in the silence for a bit, enjoying each other’s company, before Gary got up reluctantly to get a clean-up towel for the both of you.

“Are you sure you haven’t had sex before, babe? You sure know a lot about aftercare.” You comment with a grin, shuddering lightly at the sensation of the warm cloth dragging against your inner thighs, surprised at Gary’s gentle touch. Gary’s cheeks flushed at your comment, “I’m a virgin, not an incel. Plus I’ve read enough Reddit posts on r/sex to know how to be a gentleman in bed.”

“Well, technically, you’re not a virgin anymore.” You tease as your hand takes the shirt and clean pair of underwear that Gary passes to you. Gary slides on his boxers, slipping into the covers with you and pulling you back into his arms. “And it is an honor to lose it to you, m’lady. Like hands down, tonight ranks as one of the best moments of my life.”

“Even better than fighting against Brock Samson?”

“Okay, don’t push it.”

Soon enough, the long day caught up to you both, slumber hitting you faster than expected.

It was the first night that Gary finally was able to sleep soundly.

[starlitmothart]

HISUI TEAM - 百鬼夜行

... minus 95...

Despite only having 4 ghost types on this team, I really wanted to make a yokai-themed team. I'm actually going to write lore for these guys that I'm going to share publicly (*le gasp*). Info under the cut.

Hinoken - "Nurarihyon"

First of all, me thinking that Nurarihyon is sexy is all Nurarihyon no Mago's fault. Hinoken the Typhlosion is the leader of a group of "yokai" that are hiding from those who have arrived in Hisui from other places. He protects those he holds dear. Unfortunately, he also likes sleeping around and has commitment issues sometimes, so his ex wives and husbands all ended up leaving him. Despite how he seems, he values peace and wants lost souls to ascend with no regrets rather than staying on earth as he does. He haunts his descendants (Quilly, Blaze, Explo, and Solus) and is mildly disappointed in them.

Sachiko - "Zashiki Warashi"

Though not a ghost type, Sachiko the Pachirisu is a very lucky little zashiki warashi. Her presence keeps everyone safe while they're in hiding, even though she doesn't know that. Rikuu especially holds her dear to his heart and cares for her as if she were his daughter or younger sister. She's very sweet and likes to play small pranks on the others, who always forgive her. Her descendant (Graham) resembles her greatly, and she wishes he could hear her.

Tsurara - "Yuki Onna"

What could a Froslass be other than Yuki Onna? Tsurara the Froslass is potentially the most cruel of the group. She likes handsome men and may or may not have kidnapped Rikuu at one point (which is how he met everyone else). She tends to argue with Hinoken a lot (because they're ice and fire), but is generally tolerant of everyone else (or loving towards Sachiko, who she sees as a little sister). She is the one most likely to lash out at anyone who tries to come near those she loves. She is the only one still "alive" during the modern day, and is quite proud of her daughter Fubuki for finding such a handsome boyfriend.

Itoyo - "Tsukumogami" Armor

Itoyo the Basculegion was a normal man who inherited a cursed armor holding the souls of his ancestors. He acts as a defender for the hidden yokai village, and is seen as one of Hinoken's right hand men. He is constantly hearing the vengeful voices of the fallen, and is barely hanging on to his sanity by the time that Hinoken found him. He is one of the first to trust Rikuu when he first arrives at the village. He has no direct descendants.

Kiko - "Kejoro"

Kiko the Zoroark is a somewhat vengeful soul. She is a mother whose eldest child was killed, and she vows revenge. She was separated from her young son as well, and didn't find him again until he had settled in a faraway land. Kiko is one of Hinoken's ex wives, as well. Her first meeting with Rikuu was one of hostility as she believed that he was allied with those who killed her son. She is very happy that her descendant (Ienzo) is living a very happy and successful life, as that is all she ever wanted for her family.

Rikuu - Not a yokai lol

A traveler from Hoenn, Rikuu the Gallade came to the Hisui region after running away from an attempted assassination of his family. While he's wandering around Jubilife Village, he gets kidnapped by Tsurara and taken to the yokai village. He's completely confused and it takes Itoyo's intervention to keep him alive. He agrees to help keep the peace between the settlers and the yokai, and keeps the location of the village a secret. Sachiko thinks he's really cool, so she keeps following him around. Rikuu eventually moves back to the Hoenn region and re-starts his family. He thinks his descendants (Shimmer, Gleam, Twinkle, Sparkle, Glimmer, and Gladius) are dramatic.

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Yingxing/Dan Feng first meetings, chance encounters, one night stand.

Complete for now, will add more in the future.

Read at AO3

Extensive notes below

I had this little daydream of Yingxing being alone during the holidays and I wondered if Dan Feng ever tried to shake off the preceptors and attendants to go do something wild like eat some children's treats he was probably denied as a little high elder to be and boom fic happened

Little Yingxing really gives me all the feels, like being such a young kid and throwing himself into the art of blacksmithing is equal parts hardcore but also really tragic. I had to write out what he was thinking as a kid, and how he coped and I wish I could have snuck in some more Baiheng mom moments, because I really think she basically adopted him lol

I thought long and hard whether or not Yingxing would have had black hair when he was younger and the white hair is supposed to signify that he's middle aged, so when he became Blade the de-aging was more pronounced, or Blade's dark hair is something else entirely, like a side-effect of his immortality, but I liked the idea of the dark hair when young and then he probably turned gray early, like in his mid-thirties

To get into the headspace of Yingxing, I just imagine he's really Mr Superovercompensating. I feel like some of his arrogance is bravado early on, but the more and more he is able to accomplish his goals, the more he actually, honest-to-goodness believes in his ability to achieve, but the overcompensating is still there I think, since he's got no one to actually support him on that front growing up, save perhaps Master Huaiyan.

Speaking of Huaiyan, it's a little jarring to me that they don't ever really mention him. We don't even have a glimpse of what master and student were like, so I filled in the gaps. I do feel like Huaiyan being old by the time he took Yingxing in would have had so much experience teaching that Yingxing was able to learn really quickly, but Yingxing also had the knack for it from day 1, so those things combined and made Yingxing some sort of blacksmith monster prodigy.

I researched a bunch of stuff Chinese people do during festivals while writing this and I should have known (being Chinese myself) that most of it is really just... special food... probs some fireworks if it was really a party, but most of it is just special food. I was looking for some activity, but eh, the eating special food worked well enough because it's just enough reasoning for Dan Feng to go out and buy all the food anyway

Writing Dan Feng is really fun, but also really sad. I found it easy to get a hold of his character, but digging deep at his motivations, his desires and what makes him tick really make me feel super bad for him, like, there's a lot going on in there and how Dan Feng keeps it all together is actually a feat in itself.

While I was writing this, there was this post floating around how people lacking emotional warmth like sweets and I'm like wow Dan Feng... and I wonder if he does like the sweets, or can't admit them? I do feel like he does enjoy light desserts tho, not super sugary stuff.

Anyway, I am definitely going to write out more, but also going to mull over what and how. Possibly the dinner at the restaurant scene. Wonder if I can sneak in a scene of Baiheng pleading with Jingliu to go ask Dan Feng to pull some strings. JIngliu probably goes to challenge Dan Feng so that he could lose and use his influence to get a table at some dumb restaurant lmao suddenly I am reminded of Dorsia the restaurant from American Psycho.

Also, last, but I totally didn't expect to write explicit scene for this one, but I guess it sorta happened because I felt Dan Feng was just a little desperate to gain some connection to "the world beyond" rather than just be in his high elder bubble, and eager young Yingxing was just perfect for it. I do think he sorta regrets it though, because now he knows what he's missing out on. Possibly fun to explore in the next one.

[lggy]

hihi! i went through your introduction and saw Dottie/Zenix. Can you elaborate? cause that sounds awesome!

my gf said dottie/zenix as a random background ship to fill out the timeline of our story and it sounded so perfect to me for some reason. basically zenix and sasha break up and he ends up in a way healthier realtionship w dottie (ltierally just replace blaze w zenix in their canon interactions.. same va and all hehe) but later they break up for college/future reasons. they were really good for each other but they just had super different life paths that would never work out in the long run. cowabummer dude!!!!

basically they meet at the start of college and dottie cant get into her car or something and zenix was walking by and helped her . and dottie with like no boundaries and fawning over the simplest things thanks zenix profusely and hugs him and hes like "ooh uhh its no big deal" but secretly like "no one has shown me affection in forever i thnk i will exploe now" then they start talking. and zenix learns to be not a dickhead since w his other relationships w women (aphmau, sasha) have just been playful bullying and teasing. dottie is just a beacon of kindness . its hard to explain them bc im the only one who ships them but i like them a lot they go pretty good together speciifically mystreet not pdh zenix