#metro high au

[metrohighart]

Hey yeah Im still doin art.

Heres Scourge takin a nap and a brief look at some of his room.

Hes not super messy hes just disorganized and he would have a lot of paper or books he just tossed around if he doesnt like them.

(Also Scourge draws his gf txt it <3)

[starryjiung]

of pleasure and pain

day 16 of piwontober

shower sex / fingering with yoon keeho

NSFW - 18+ MDNI

wc: 1.6k

tags: superhero au, villain!keeho, hero!reader, scars, blood, wounds, weapons, mentions of murder/killing people, fingering, shower sex, pet names, praise, degradation, reader uses she/her pronouns and has a clitoris and vagina, keeho refers to reader as girl

a/n: omg my smut debut look at me go! here is my little thanks to section, because I have to mention @enbyjjunie who has been helping motivate me, brainstorm with me, and beta read!! of course a huge thank you to @sxfterhearts and @kisseobie for managing this whole event, and bringing all of us together. and to all the other amazing writers who are part of the project, I am so excited to be publishing my fic alongside yours ♡

Blood stained the white shower tiles, mixing with the soap bubbles to create intricate shapes as it swirled down the drain. The water rinsed everything off, every bit of blood, sweat, and grime that could be found on your bodies. If anything stuck in the corners, it wasn’t your problem, since this was Keeho’s bathroom. His white tiles, his cleaning headache. Not that you paid it much mind in the moment, with your back up against the cool glass of his shower doors, Keeho’s hands and mouth all over you.

“Fuck, careful where you place your hands,” he mumbled in your ear, shrugging your hand off his shoulder. You glanced over to see a fairly new bruise blossoming right where you had grabbed him, and couldn’t help the smirk that overtook your features.

“Got you good today, didn’t I?” you asked, the amusement short lived as you immediately felt a sharp stabbing pain on your hip in retaliation.

Keeho had pressed down on a fresh slashing wound from your fight earlier, making you yelp and instantly grab onto his arms for support, as your legs wobbled under you. Even though you had ended the night on a high, Keeho having to retreat from the city beaten and bruised, it was not like you had made it out completely unscathed. Keeho was an expert at wielding his signature twin poignard daggers, the many cuts on your body being evidence of this.

“I like it better when you shut up.”

“Someone’s a sore loser,” you mumbled, slowly trailing off as he leaned back into your space, caging you in between his arms against the now steamy glass door. He looked down at you with sharp eyes, and you noticed another bruise forming on his left cheekbone, no doubt the result of you hitting him with the blunt end of your glaive.

You and Keeho were the perfect match, two sides of the same coin in every way possible. The first time you had gone head to head, both of you had been left in awe of the other’s abilities. Not that any of you would ever admit it. Keeho’s teleportation powers and your super speed balanced each other out so well, one was never more than half a step ahead of the other. This resulted in fights purely being decided on combat skills and luck, as you wounded each other at a speed too high for the onlookers to perceive.

You turned your head slightly, pressing your lips firmly to his pretty bruise, making sure he both felt the warmth of the kiss, and was reminded of the earlier impact with your weapon. Your kisses softened as you trailed down the side of his face, your hands leaving his toned upper arms to explore the expanse of his naked upper body.

“I could have killed you today, you really should be nicer to me,” you said in between open mouthed kisses at his jawline.

“Oh yes, imagine those headlines. “Darling hero of Metro City commits murder on open street!” You can never kill me sweetheart, there would be an outrage,” he replied, eyes closed as you worked down his neck. “And your heart is too soft to do it.”

You decided to ignore his statement, not wanting to agree with him, and instead grabbed his hips to push up against. As soon as your front came in contact with his hard cock, Keeho let out a low groan, one you could feel vibrating in his throat as you had your face buried right in the crook of his neck. Not a second later, Keeho’s arms were back around you, holding you close in order to maintain the friction between your bodies.

As you were grinding against each other, you felt a shiver down your spine, the water on your body slowly drying and giving way to the cold air coming in from below. Before you even had time to adjust, Keeho was already pulling you back under the hot stream coming from the showerhead.

Standing even closer together now, in order for both of you to enjoy the warm water, Keeho rested his forehead against your temple, his face only a breath away as his hands travelled down the sides of your body. His hair was dripping down onto his collarbones, where you saw a paper-thin scar, long healed, but no doubt your doing. Most of the scars littering your body were left by him as well, reminders of every fight, every battle, every night spent together afterwards.

“How come you have never killed me?” you thought out loud.

You felt Keeho’s hands stop, just for half a second, before continuing to glide over your skin, his right pointer finger tracing a newly healed gash along your outer thigh, the skin raised and still pink. His doing.

“I mean, you’ve had the chance several times,” you continued, not satisfied with his silence.

For a few seconds, the sound of water hitting skin and tile was the only thing you could hear in the bathroom. Then you felt Keeho smile against your cheek.

“Yeah well, keeping you alive is way more fun, means I get to do this.”

His hand quickly moved from your leg to in between your bodies, his finger finding your clit and beginning to rub small circles without a moment’s hesitation. You immediately grabbed onto his shoulders for stability, all thoughts of the forming bruise there gone for now. A choked moan got stuck in your throat, which made Keeho giggle.

“Look at you, already struggling to stand and I have barely touched you,” he said, lips right next to your ear as his hand kept moving at the pace he knew you liked. “Wonder what the good people of Metro City would think of their precious hero, if they knew she was whimpering like a slut in my shower.”

“Oh fuck you,” you managed to gasp out, throwing your head back to rest against the wet tile behind you. This got a proper laugh out of Keeho, who now had a much better view of your upper body, taking full advantage of your new position.

“Later, maybe. For now I want you to beg for my fingers, can you do that, angel?” he asked.

You did not want to give him the satisfaction of begging, but the way he was rubbing circles on your clit also felt too good to object. Just then, his fingertips went further down, teasing at your entrance and making you inhale sharply.

You were dripping wet, more than one could expect you to be after such a short amount of time with Keeho’s hands on you. But just as he was to blame for most of the scars on your body, Keeho had also become responsible for the vast majority of your orgasms. He knew exactly what to do to have you moaning and begging for him, and in that moment you felt every ounce of pride and composure leave your body. You knew the pleasure he would reward you with was worth so much more.

“Please-” you started your sentence, cutting yourself off with a high pitched whine as Keeho’s fingers moved back up to your clit.

“Sorry could you repeat that sweetheart? I can’t hear you over all that pathetic whimpering,” he said, tilting his head slightly with an amused smile, as he watched you lose yourself to the feeling of his hands on you.

“Please! Please please I want you fingers inside me so bad Keeho, fuck, please,” you cried out, the grip you had on his shoulders becoming so tight, it would surely leave marks for the day after. None of you paid it any mind, however, used to much more permanent reminders of each other.

“That’s my good girl.”

Keeho slipped a single finger inside your wetness, quickly realising that you were turned on enough for him to add a second one immediately. The feeling of him inside of you, slowly stretching your walls, was enough to have you moaning uncontrollably. When he started curling his fingers up towards himself, you could feel how close you were already.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, being so obedient for me. Everyone else sees you fight, but only I know how good you are at giving in to me,” he said, eyes focused on where his fingers were pumping in and out of you.

You could do little more than nod, your breaths coming out as a mix of whines and sharp exhales. Both of you knew you were not going to last much longer.

“I want to feel you cum around my fingers, angel. Cum for me.”

He had barely finished the sentence, before you cried out, your orgasm hitting you as soon as he gave permission. Keeho could feel you clenching around him, coming undone as he continued to curl his fingers inside you. He had seen your face in complete ecstacy like this more times than he could count, and yet he craved it like a drug. The knowledge that he could have this effect on you too, the cuts on your body telling a story so different from the pleasure painting your features in that moment.

As you came down from the high, Keeho slowly removed his fingers again, letting the water rinse away your wetness, just as it had cleaned you off your blood.

Pulling yourself closer to him again, you leaned your face on his shoulder as your breathing returned to normal. Small crescent shaped indentations were left in the reddening bruise, and you found yourself leaving small pecks on each one, as Keeho brought his arms around you under the water.

How were you ever supposed to kill each other, when being alive together felt so good.

[frieschan]

QUERENCIA, chapter 3

(n.) where one feels home ; the place where you are your most authentic self

pairing - hybrid! ot7 x bunny hybrid! male! reader

genre - 18+, college au, hybrid au, fluff, eventual angst, eventual smut, humour

summary - you, a rabbit hybrid away from home to study, run into a group of surprisingly friendly and calm (also very attractive) predators who are a pack and live together suddenly run into your life like a bulldozer. the dull days of your life may turn into days of joy and laughter, or will the days turn into gloom and a sad everafter?

warnings (this chapter) - use of curseword, someone blacking out

word count - 2.9k

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You and Jihoon were staying at your apartment. Having a fun little sleepover since her major was kicking her ass at the moment. It was around mid-morning, 9 am. To your absolute shock, The ocelot hybrid has woken up at a normal-ish time. Only bad part was that she suddenly wanted to bake something at your house, together. You didn't have any baking supplies or appliances, mostly finding yourself to be the type to cook instead of bake.

"C'mon! let's go to the mall and shop!"-

"And you're going to pay..?"

"Hell yeah! I got my allowance from my girlfriend!"

"God I feel bad for her...."

"I'm being a good girlfriend ya know!!"

That was how you found yourself at a mall, with an ecstatic Jihoon, excited to spend every dime and dollar she had on creating baked goods. You were sure you’d be the one doing half, if not all the work though. You and Jihoon arrive at the department store of the mall, her already dragging you to the appliances section to buy the needed equipment. You looked at all the mixers, pots, pans, all the baking galore. They all looked as you expect, pretty much perfect and shiny. One of the mixing stands had caught your eye, it looked like any other mixer but it had an adorable rose-gold color. You just felt the need to have it so you approached it, not minding the wild Jihoon behind you that was close to breaking just about everything in the store. You held your breath as you were about to flip the price tag to show you how much it was, quickly releasing it when you realized it was a good price. As you were about to turn around and tell Youngji about it, your words stuck in your throat as you saw a familiar wolf hybrid

“Hey Y/N! Meet my friends, Namjoon and Hoseok!” Jihoon waved you down from the tool section of the store. You gulped down your nerves and walked to them.

“Hey there bun, we met on the metro right?” Namjoon greeted you with a dimpled smile and hand stretched out. “I’m Namjoon, The wolf you met.”

You took his hand with a shy smile and red cheeks. This certainly wasn’t how you were expecting to see the two of them again. “Y/N, if it isn’t obvious enough I’m a bunny” You laughed nervously.

You then looked at his friend next to him, He was near Namjoon’s height. A fox hybrid. He had sharp features, a perfect nose, high cheekbones, and a heart grin on his lips. He was just as handsome as the rest of the guys you’ve met these days. Seeing as you were looking at him, he introduced himself

“I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!” He greeted with an excited grin plastered on his face. The moment he had your hand, he shook it aggressively with his tail wagging behind him. Honestly, if he wasn’t a fox, he’d be a dog hybrid with how energetic he is. You loved his energy though! He was like the best friend you never knew you needed. He was honestly adorable, another potential for a mate.

“Anyway, what brings you two here!” Jihoon exclaimed, puffing up her chest and pushing out more of her alcohol-smelling scent. You almost forgot Jihoon was an alpha, and that you forgot to stuff your nose and scent glands with scent blockers.

“Well Jihoon, we were out doing errands for a pack member.” Namjoon answered while Hobi was side-eyeing Jihoon, looking her up and down with distaste on his face and his tail swishing behind his back. It was honestly hilarious

“No wonder! I was about to ask why the great Namjoon was in the baking section when he’d burn a damn house down!”

“Oh fuck off Jihoon, you’d set a neighborhood on fire with your skills.” Namjoon retorted with a roll of his eyes, right before bursting out laughing with Hobi. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the antics of the three.

“Since Hobi and Y/N have the most skill out of us, you two can lead the group while me and Namjoon will just be behind the two of you” Jihoon suggested with a grin, quick to push the two of you to the front with a glint in her eye that you couldn’t understand. I mean, this was Jihoon, she was probably just gonna be weird with Namjoon.

You started walking with Hobi, keeping your eyes straight ahead and trying not to embarrass yourself in front of him. You did take a few quick glances at him and he looked so calm, with a lazy smile on his face to reflect his attitude at the moment. You didn’t notice that with your actions at the moment, you were unconsciously pushing out your scent without knowing.

“I like your scent, Y/N” Hobi softly smiled at you, looking back at him with red cheeks. “It makes me feel calm honestly”

“I’m guessing you like the smell of baked goods?” You giggled softly, taking a deep breath before offering him your wrist. He in return, was quite surprised at your action but welcomed it. Hobi didn’t grab your wrist, but instead just softly smelled your scent gland and smiled. He really is a gentleman. You were grateful that he was an alpha that was one of a kind, an alpha that was kind and treated omegas with respect. He pulled away and offered you a thankful heart grin.

“You can take my wrist if you’d like..”

“Oh no it’s alright, just your scent from here is enough. You were kind of pushing it out a bit..” He teased you and laughed, not a mocking laugh but an amused laugh. His laugh was contagious, it was like something that triggered a domino effect to anyone who heard it, you just happened to be one of those people.

“I mean, I’m not the one that likes my scent.” You laughed with him and smacked his arm lightly with a grin that mirrored his. You saw how his tail was wagging around excitedly and shaked with each one of his laughs.

As the two of you laughed, you didn’t notice how Jihoon and Namjoon were somewhat conversing seriously. Their tails still, their gazes were neutral and close to cold. Jihoon’s arms were behind her back while Namjoon’s were crossed.

“You’re interested in courting Y/N to be packmate?” Jihoon said cooly and glared at Namjoon, close to baring her teeth at him. Namjoon simply nodded at her, keeping his stance and showing he isn’t scared of her.

“I’ll have you know, Y/N is my packmember in the pack of my girlfriend and I. You’ll need to get our approval first before you’ll be able to court him. You and your pack better be ready to work for it.”

“We are. My pack and I have already talked about it and we are ready to prove that we are more than capable of taking care of whatever Y/N needs.” 

“Then, we’ll be talking more about this later. When your pack is present and when my girlfriend is present. I’ll talk to Y/N if he’s interested.. And if he’s not..”

Jihoon was quick to move, grabbing Namjoon by his collar even if she was a few inches shorter, the two of them so close together. She made sure to push out more of her scent and to bare her teeth at him. Jihoon was going to show him who had the authority over you between the two of them. Jihoon was also smart enough to make sure the two of you were far enough away so they couldn’t smell the bitterness of her scent currently.

“You better fucking stay away, Namjoon.” Jihoon growled, before dropping his collar and walking away, back to their spot previously behind the two of you. “Good luck, dear pack alpha.” Jihoon mouthed at Namjoon before turning back to you guys and smiling at your interaction with Hobi. Jihoon could see the way you looked at Hobi, the same sparkle in your eye like when you had a boyfriend. Jihoon swore on her life that she will protect you no matter what and no matter what it takes.

“Well, I didn’t know it was already 7 in the afternoon.” You said while glaring at Jihoon, her chuckling nervously in return. “How the hell did we even stay here for 9 hours?!”

Hobi laughed while Namjoon just sighed. “Hobi and I can take you guys home with all the stuff you brought” He offered.

“Are you sure? I live kind of far from the mall.” You said dejectedly, truly you were grateful for the offer, but you were scared to burden the two alphas when you were sure you and Jihoon could find another way home. The alphas were quick to comfort you and pat you on the head, saying that it was more than alright for them to take the both of you home. Little did you know, they had started to smell the rain on your scent which in turn made them worried so they were quick to comfort you.

You watched as the two alphas haul all the stuff into the truck on Hobi’s car, which was a black Porsche Panamera GTS that has Jihoon absolutely awestruck while you were just making silly faces on your reflection that was on the car. The two alphas have succeeded in hauling all the stuff into the trunk, Namjoon’s strength helping well. 

“I’m calling shotgun!” Jihoon said with a grin, before looking at Namjoon with an unreadable expression. It was as if Jihoon was testing him, but you didn’t read too much into the situation. Opting to just get into the car and wait for the rest to also go in.

The car ride was fairly quiet, Jihoon and Hobi occasionally making jokes and talking about how each of them have been, and Jihoon telling Hobi what your address is. You occasionally heard a mention of a ‘Jungkook’ or a ‘Yoongi’ but you were sure it was probably just a coincidence. A lot of people possibly had that name anyway. You decided to just admire the outside, seeing either dozens of trees or dozens of buildings. 

The 4 of you had finally arrived at your apartment. The werewolf and fox quick to get out and bring all the stuff into the lobby and get ready to get on the elevator, you and Jihoon trying to help but the other two were adamant about letting the ladies do minimal work. Now you were in your apartment, organizing all the stuff while Jihoon kept Hobi and Namjoon entertained. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but with Jihoon’s chatty nature, you were sure she kept the two of them busy. Just as you finished putting the last piece of equipment into one of your cabinets, you rushed into the living room.

“I apologize if my apartment is a bit small and messy, I didn’t have time to clean it” You smiled apologetically at Hobi and Namjoon. “Jihoon also made a big mess.” Which was followed by a chorus of complaints from the ocelot and laughs from the fox and wolf. 

“Don’t worry about it bun, Hobi and I are about to leave anyway.” Namjoon said dejectedly, wanting to stay a bit more in your apartment. Hobi looked just the same as his pack member. “Namjoon needs to continue doing his nerdy things and I need to rehearse for a dance competition.” 

Your ears had perked up when you heard the word dance from Hobi’s mouth. He did look lean but flexible like a dancer. “Since the both of you are leaving, I’ll give you two my number so we can talk more and maybe hangout next time?” You smiled, hoping they’d accept and that the three of you would grow closer. Namjoon looked at Jihoon with a questioning glance, Jihoon responding with a nod. The two of them jumped up from the couch to copy your number and save it, after that they bid goodbye and left your apartment.

“They were really nice..” You whispered with a big grin, quick to drop onto the couch and giggle like a highschool girl with a crush.

“You like them?” Jihoon asked, looking up at her with a thinking face. You nodded. 

“I don’t know if they like me though, or even if their pack would want me in.” 

“Oh trust me ‘mega, they do like you.” She smiled while patting your head, careful not to brush your ears on accident. “They’re a 7 member pack, with only alphas.” 

You looked at Jihoon, shocked, and confused on why it sounded somewhat familiar.

“Their pack is interested in courting you ‘mega… I trust Namjoon and Hobi enough to let them court you, but Yuna and I need to talk to their pack first. Is that alright?” Jihoon said softly, you looked up at her with the happiest grin and eyes that held a big sparkle.

You jumped up from your position and tackled Jihoon from her spot on the couch, hugging her and squealing about how thankful you were. Then you started getting emotional, tears prickling and about to burst while your lips were shaking.

“Do you think.. Do you think they’ll be better than him? Do you think I’ll finally try love again?” You whispered while hugging Jihoon tight. You could feel her rubbing your back and comforting you to the best of her abilities.

“I know they’ll be better than him ‘mega, he never deserved you.. He was nothing but garbage and you were just too deep in it.” Jihoon comforted you, one hand rubbing your back and the other scratching behind your ear.

“Would you like me to get Yuna to come here and we’ll have a big cuddling sesh while watching netflix?”

“Yes please..”

Right now, you were walking home in the rain from your classes. There were only three classes that lasted around an hour and 10 minutes. You had your headset on, playing some piano instrumentals. Your left hand was holding the umbrella while the right was hugging your shoulder tote close. The rain wasn’t too hard but it was safer to not drive in the weather. The path you were taking was a path that not a lot of people took, not that it was those sketchy alleys, but it was more because it was a residential area that was mostly full of old people. 

As you walked, you noticed a man crouched and hunched over a box, he had an umbrella covering him and the box and he was seemingly trying to grab what was inside. That was until you heard it, you heard the whimpers of a bunny. The moment you heard it, you immediately sped-walk to the same box the man was huddled over, in fear and worry of what was wrong with the bunny.

The man saw you and was worried about what you were about to do, but when he got a glimpse of your rabbit ears, he knew it was better to let you do what you wanted. 

“Oh god, is the bunny alright?”

“I’m not sure, I just saw it out here while walking to the convenience store.”

You started to feel the worry bubble up inside you and you didn’t notice you started lightly thumping your foot. The man looked at you and you looked back. He had plushy lips and slightly chubby cheeks. You could see his leopard ears and his tail curled up underneath him, seemingly trying to avoid the rain. His dark brown and curly hair were a pretty contrast to his brightly colored ears. You then got hit by his scent, it was a smell of toasty wood, indicating he is an alpha.

“I feel like it’d be better if you were the one to take the poor thing home, I don’t think it would like being surrounded by me and my pack. Plus, you are also a rabbit.”

You nodded in response, putting your umbrella in between your armpit and grabbing the box and hugging it to your chest. It had a singular bunny, it was a black bunny that reminded you of your nieces and nephews. The leopard introduced himself as Jin and asked for your number, so he could ask for updates on the bunny and help take care of it. 

“It was nice meeting you Jin and I hope you make it home safely.”

You dictated your number before giving him a thankful smile and walking away, making sure to be cautious with the rabbit. 

After 10 minutes of walking home with the bunny, you arrived home and rushed to get inside your house. Texting Jihoon about the situation and deciding it’d be better if the bunny stayed at theirs instead of your home. Your home was too much of a mess from the wild baking you and Jihoon had been doing from last night while Yuna was watching. Jihoon was quick to arrive at your house, pick up the bunny and give you a nod of good luck. You knew she had a soft spot for bunnies and rabbits alike because her mate and her best friend were both one.

As you sighed and leaned back into the couch, you could feel yourself growing more weak and weak, and it felt like you couldn’t function properly. You tried to get up to get a glass of water, until your vision started to develop black spots and you just dropped.

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notes - sorry this took too long! but what do you think will happen to y/n now that he blacked out in his home? with no one to help?!

copyright © 2023 | frieschan

[shithowdy]

Please tell us more about fallout Oliver (falliver?) did you like the show by the way?

You could say it made me... falliver in love....

That sucked, I'll workshop that one.

I loved the show!! I even did some fanart for it, I never do that! Like a lot of people it was my impetus to actually Play A Game, despite people insisting for years it would be up my alley and getting the old 'I'll add it to my list'. Seeing Cooper run around like a yeehaw maniac had me continuously thinking "oh he and Oliver would be such good friends" and once you start imagining an OC within a setting it's all over for you.

Considering they are both prewar ghouls who served in Alaska as power armor operatives there's a significant chance they do know each other (in WoW, he was a Silver Hand paladin before becoming a DK-- how could I resist the parallels). Maybe one day I'll draw them getting trashed on coke together.

Unlike in WoW, where he deserted on conscience in the middle of the Stratholme culling, he stayed with the military right up until he met an abrupt "retirement" in 2070 after a psycho-induced heart attack inside his armor, an incident that left him deeply traumatized and mistrustful of any sort of organization where you can't say 'no' to a command, which is why he refuses to fully affiliate with the NCR. The "good boy" payout he got for the incident allowed him to retire and purchase his dream ranch in the Jemez Mountains, which he and some fellow hands maintained for seven years until the bombs dropped.

My headcanon is that northern NM didn't get that cooked in the blasts (Alamogordo is presumably a barren field of trinitite, though), but his area was so remote that when communities tried reforming into city-states and pooling their resources, no one could justify the back-and-forth with limited transport options. So he released his small livestock and they all packed up and attempted a cattle drive toward Taos with other ranchers. But winter was setting in, and an irradiated storm from the north blew through in what would be the event that began his ghoulification. Most died, the cattle scattered or also died, and as an absolute husk of an individual he decided "fuck it" and went west with his horse to find the hidden vault that is his son's tomb instead.

And for 200 years he's chased that delusion, not knowing he's been looking in the wrong city the entire time. 👎 He did meet and fall in love with a woman (hi, Senkha!) about 150 years before this RP; they spent decades together and through her he gained experience with psykers and how to wall them out of your surface thoughts with constant music, but he also gained experience with the eventual understanding that most humans grow old and he doesn't. When she passed, he began distancing himself from people.

When he's not scouring the old LA metro haystack for a nonexistant needle, he does mercenary work to support his hobby as a scavenger for prewar memorabilia and civilian tech. His prized possession is a turntable he repaired (and the vinyls he's scavenged for it), and he also has a truck he's completely restored save for the fact that he has no power core for it. So he just sits in it and pretends.

Some mercenary work he did close to their formation put him immediately on the Legion's shit-list, a status in which he takes pride and now goes out of the way to cultivate to the point that he's earned the nickname "Matador" within the NCR. Now that he is traveling with the deserter son of a high-ranking individual in the Legion, life is about to get spicy!

So yeah, I'm having fun. I've joked that this is actually the setting he's supposed to be from and WoW was actually the AU, because my boy was made for this.

[lovinglyharsh]

satosugu ⚪️⚫️ adultxadult (college au, they are both 18+)

warning! ⚠️ if you are not comfortable with NSFW/Yaoi/Sm*t please kindly leave as this might be triggering!

warning 2! there is usage of s*x toys/s*x scenes. a warning if you dont enjoy these!

a/n: hey! miss me?

WC: 5.7k (wow)

"if you roll your eyes again i’ll make them roll a different way.”

it was a early morning, around 6-7 am, gojo called geto to the living room, geto was wearing baggy clothes (as always), “what? it’s almost time for class…” he said in a raspy voice, gojo chuckled, bringing out a box of sex toys. gojo replied, “not yet, we still have a while. i have a challenge for you.” geto wanted to protest but was brutally interrupted by gojo, “ah ah ah. no, you have a wish to return to me, so! pick out your vibrator.” he layed out 5-6 toys on the floor. geto knew that gojo made a face everytime he picked out something he liked/disliked, so he did, but little did he know that gojo was just teasing him, he chose the smallest one (with the biggest settings.) gojo smiled, “good choice.”

around 0730 geto was in class jotting down his notes as usual, he sat a seat infront of gojo for more concentration, gojo was bored and played with geto’s hair, “suguruu…” he purred leaning infront to whisper in his ear, geto rolled his eyes and slapped him away, gojo pouted then took out the controller, increasing by two (max: 12-14 min: 1-3) geto felt it vibrating inside slowly, he turned his head back, “what.” gojo smiled and shook his head, “nothing… i’m just bored…” geto rolled his eyes again, “just sleep and dont mess with it.” gojo smirked, “yeah yeah.”

1000, geto was taking a nap on the couch, with a unread book (how to season a curse) on his chest, gojo smirked increasing the settings, he chuckled seeing geto jolting up, he curled to his stomach, looking up to see if gojo was there, gojo immediately hid behind the wall, geto stood up, his legs were getting wobbly maybe cs he sat for a long time or maybe it was the vibrator? “fuck… satoru, when i catch you satoru…” geto stumbled to the ground huffing. (dw gojo decreased it)

at around the afternoon (1100-1600) it was just regular, nothing happened really, geto thought that gojo finally stopped, until 1800. they were taking the metro back to gojo’s penthouse, (they were at a house party and it was far) geto was on his phone txting with an anonymous guy, he was smiling and giggling which made gojo jealous, “who is that?” his leaned down to whisper in his ear, geto rolled his eyes turning off his phone, “no one…” he turned it on but turned the brightness low, gojo frowned and had a death glare, he took out the vibrator and increased to a high speed (8-10). geto gasped, hislegs were starting to feel weak, “fuck… satoruu… pl-please.. ah-!” he covered his mouth as gojo just held onto the handle, geto clinged onto gojo’s hand gasping for air, “satoru… pl-” he tried to finish his sentence but gojo just increased it even more (9-11) geto was struggling not to moan out loud. geto was trembling and shivering from pleasure. gojo shit grinned wrapping his arm around geto’s waist, “i’ll make your eyes roll differently if you roll them again.”

1815 they finally arrived home, the vibrator hitting his prostate with every vibration, he fell to the groun as soon as gojo opened the door, gojo chuckled darkly, picking geto and and bring him into the bedroom, “you’ll be fine suguru…” he purred into geto’s ear, kissing his neck, geto let out gentle moans, he arched his back as he felt the vibrator hit his prostate again, gojo could see and feel that he was close, geto would arch his back, cling onto him and let out sloppy and wet moans. gojo loved it, he fucking loved how geto felt inside and how his moans sounded like, he gently pulled down geto’s pants, his fingers immediately finding his way to his hole, geto gasped again, tearing up from the pleasure, gojo smirked as he fits his tongue inside with the vibrator, geto rolled his head back, neverminding if shoko heard how fucking loud he was (they live with shoko, RIP her ears.) he felt every thrust gojo’s toungue made, “satoru…” he moaned out gojo’s name as he continued to eat him out.

gojo was thrusting three fingers at once, geto was pleading for him to stop and to take them out, but gojo ignored him putting in a fourth, geto’s cum splurting out the 3rd time that night, (the vibrators out 🖤) gojo chuckled, “suguru… you’re so messy…” he said as he takes out his fingers, “huhuhu, my fingers are soaked…” geto’s head was spinning, “st-stop…” he said softly, gojo smiled unzipping his own pants, his cock was throbbing, he slapped it against geto’s hole, teasing him. gojo then thrusted his cock inside of geto, making geto moan in pleasure, the sound of his and geto’s skin slapping together made he only hornier, he ignored geto’s begs and pleads and continue to fuck him relentlessly

gojo finally stopped, pulling out his cock, admiring his seed spilling out of geto, gojo smirked, kisssing geto one last time, before doing basic care.

would gojo do this again? yes! obviously… but… let’s let geto rest for now.

the end of “toy’s”

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Sugoroku: The High-Key Divorce AU

While @reicchel / @sweetreichel was visiting, I wanted to play KnY Sugoroku (which is essentially Shoots and Ladders with events, and it also happens to be Zenitsu's favorite game). You might recall I have two game board versions from pizza boxes and one from the Osaka Metro collab, but I got a wonderfully terrible idea.

Instead of playing one board, we played all three.

With ten characters.

We stayed up until 3am whispering and choked for air as we nearly died laughing, being the silly fangirls we are.

(Read more below for the digest, with a few illustrations)

Also, you might recall that she has inspired a lot of my Low-Key Married GiyuShino AU ideas. That spelled trouble. She wanted to play Giyuu since he is her favorite, and I always play Shinobu. Right away, we kept spelling more trouble as we started assembling the rest of the teams.

So that was our set-up. Giyuu and Shinobu were getting a divorce.

Giyuu assembled some Pillars on his team (it was him, Inosuke, Rengoku, Uzui, and Murata), while Shinobu took most of the kids (it was her, Tanjiro, Nezuko, Kanao, and Zenitsu.

On the first turn, everyone but Murata wound up on the same square, mostly for having fought some demons in a castle and advancing there. Murata got a stomachache after eating too many Osaka specialty foods.

We very soon determined that the reason for this divorce was a very terrible argument over baseball.

You see, Giyuu landed on the square that says "yay, you watched a baseball game and your team won, move forward two spaces" while Shinobu landed on the square that says "you watched a baseball game and your team lost, go back one space." She landed here twice. The only other time I played this Sugoroku board, she also landed here, and spent the rest of the game being very sour about it. At least in the realm of my Sugoroku canon, Shinobu is VERY invested in her baseball team.

So this was a disaster waiting to happen. The only other character to land on these spaces was Tanjiro, whose team lost, so we understood why he initially took Shinobu's side in the divorce. Giyuu didn't have to gloat!! However much the loss stings, though, Tanjiro is a forgiving person, and he spends most of the game trying to get them to reconcile.

Rengoku also becomes invested in trying to get them to reconcile. He lands on the "lose one turn shopping in Osaka" square right after Giyuu does, and Rengoku loses that turn because he's talking Giyuu out of making things worse by purchasing huge amounts of baseball merch to gloat and rub things in.

Uzui, however, at times later in the game became very invested in keeping them divorced when Giyuu was desiring reconciliation. He's competitive and on Giyuu's team and doesn't want to lose, after all. Granted, this is only after Uzui has had some major setbacks after having spent the first half of the game constantly rolling sixes and staying ahead of everybody (except Nezuko, how in the world did she gain on him so fast??? Didn't she fall asleep on the wrong train somewhere?? (She did.)).

Ah, yes. At the end of the Osaka board there's a "a strong demon appears, retreat for now! Go back one space" square. When Rengoku landed here, we could only assume it was Akaza, though it wouldn't be characteristic for Rengoku to retreat. However, he joined Giyuu on that square he retreated to, and in the following turns they both rolled 3's and advanced to the following board. We interpreted this as the two of them having teamed up and defeated Akaza together.

By the time Shinobu got stuck at this space a couple times, though, nobody was there to help her. She fell further and further behind, preparing herself for what was likely to be her final battle, against Douma. She's had a really long day--her baseball team losing, getting divorced--but somehow she barely survives this battle that should had killed her! Now what? What does she have left to live for?

Right after this, Inosuke landed on a "Shinobu helps you (with medical treatment), lose 1 turn" space, but we flipped the tables and decided Inosuke went back to help Shinobu instead, since she's in bad shape. This helps her at the start of the first of the two Pizza-La boards, and Inosuke thereafter has totally forgotten there were different teams in the first place. Shinobu soon goes on to get stuck in a long, repetitive argument with Haganezuka. She's having a very, very, very long day. (Later I accidentally moved her to the wrong space because we were having a very long night. I then moved her to the correct one, where she lost a turn because all the other Pillars were very disappointed in her for cheating.)

Very early on in the Osaka Metro board, Kanao beat Rengoku in a speed bentou eating contest. He was very impressed and immediately asked her to be his Tsuguko, which she declined. On the second Pizza-la board, she and Rengoku are also the only ones to land on the "the bentou is umai! move forward 3 spaces!" square. Every time Rengoku sees her, he greets her as his Tsuguko, but she simply says "I'm not your Tsuguko." (This is all fun and games until you realize Kanao probably gained her skills for eating that fast because when she was little if she didn't eat fast, she probably didn't eat at all.)

One of those other chance rolls is "Fix a train with Giyuu! If you roll a 2, you succeed, move forward two spaces! If you roll a 6, you failed, move back three spaces." Murata landed here. Giyuu was already on the following game board by then, so he tossed him a wrench. Murata rolled a 6, so the wrench hit him in the head.

Nezuko continued moving very smoothly through this game, though she did get a little stuck when she kept startling a Kakushi and had to go back to the square before. She won pretty early (giving Shinobu some satisfaction that her team won), and Kanao joined the Winner's Circle not long after (giving Shinobu even more satisfaction).

Zenitsu was just kind of Zenitsu and didn't do anything especially interesting in the game. He joined Nezuko-chan in the Winner's Circle without much difficulty. Inosuke also didn't have much trouble.

Funny, the kids were generally doing much better than the Pillars were. I think Murata even joined them around the middle of the game, but I forgot when because no one pays that much attention to Murata.

Not Tanjiro though. Tanjiro sucks at this game.

Roughly one after another, Uzui, Giyuu, and Tanjiro all hit the same "return to start" Muzan square at the end of the second board.

So, since it's canonical, we had them all lose arms (but gain experience, as Rengoku went on to continuously remind Tanjiro). We did spare them having to go back to the previous board, though, and instead had them go back to the start of that second board. They struggled their way through with some low roles, but in a tender turn of events, Giyuu and Tanjiro both landed on the "you pass Urokodaki's training, go forward two spaces" square. How touching that Urokodaki was able to see that they had survived the encounter with Muzan! He helped them work on one-handed techniques. Uzui, however, avoided that square because one-handed or not, he's awesome and doesn't need training.

Shortly after this, although Shinobu's day doesn't improved much, Tanjiro lands on the "receive medical treatment from Shinobu, lose one turn" square. She is stunned to see Tanjiro in this state, and then in comes Giyuu, too. Giyuu, by this time, is desperate to try to patch things up with Shinobu, but Shinobu knocks him out with medicine while giving him medical treatment. She's very worked up about his condition, out of concern for him as a Pillar. After all, they are Pillars first, and whatever-they-were second. Uzui skips the medical treatment square; he's awesome and doesn't need it.

So eventually--a long eventually--later, everyone left winds up kind of around the same spot on the third game board. Rengoku and Tanjiro wind up on the same square and Rengoku is using that chance to teach Tanjiro some Breath technique to help them against Muzan, who must be showing up soon. Shinobu lands shortly ahead of them, and then Giyuu winds up there too.

Alone together at last!! At long last!!!

They has things out, they patch things up, and they agree never to speak about baseball ever again. Rengoku and Tanjiro have been eavesdropping from their square and they cheer. Uzui just wants to hurry up and get this game over with.

They all wind up moving like a pack toward those last squares. They are ready to face Muzan together!

And they are all fine, except for Uzui, who blazed ahead of everyone only to wind up losing an eye to Muzan this time and having to start over on this third game board. Everyone watches from the Winner's Circle and goads him as he grumbles his way around the board, including landing on the "the Pillars put pressure on you, lose a turn" square. So it was like everyone who wasn't already in the winner's circle assembled just to shake at their head at him and be disappointed in his for letting his ego get out of control.

But you can't keep a good Uzui down. He then lands on the "Go forth flamboyantly with Uzui! Go forward 4 spaces!" square, which helps him find his stride, and this time he plows through Kibutsuji Muzan. The end.

[daifukumochiin]

Summary: Sasuke's orderly life at elite Sairiumu Academy is disrupted by the arrival of Hinata, a timid transfer student whose obvious crush on him, a young man dedicated to his craft and his current relationship, stirs unease. (Initial SasuSaku with SasuHina endgame, modern Norse myth AU, high school, angst, romance, photography, postmodern-ish fic). Rated T

LIGHTS,

BOWS, and

MISTLETOES

an entry for SasuHina Month 2024, Day 27 : Forget and Remember

(for peachy-hina, since December)

@sasuhinamonth

ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14369143/1/Lights-Bows-and-Mistletoes

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57030778

Part 1: Lights

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He was sorely mistaken to think anything he said to Hinata would make a difference.

He’d been agonizing over Inuwashi’s theme: mood boards that lacked spark, books, and magazines strewn about in his office; he just couldn’t find inspiration. But it was high time he made up his mind. 

To go above and beyond, things have to be right at the onset. Neji entrusted him with that much. He shouldn't steer the club publication aimlessly, taking up whatever social issue seemed relevant, slapping random pretty photos into one collection, submitting it for the Kage Jinkoutekina Radiance Capture Merit Prize Competition, and calling it a day. 

Sairiumu's Photography Club's inception can be traced back to a small group of visionary students who, driven by a passion for documenting and preserving history, embarked on a journey to capture the essence of their era through the lens of a camera. Over time, this led to archives that date back 300 years, amassing a rich tapestry of visual history that chronicled the evolution of culture, society, and technology of former Konoha, now Metro Konoha.

Indeed, the archives are the Photography Club's pride and heritage, and Sasuke's predecessors didn't shy away from utilizing its treasures for older issues of Inuwashi. Even so, it didn't win them a Kage-Jin, as it is fondly called in the photography world. He studied previous winner publications and found two common traits: a stronger theme, and high aesthetic value. 

To clear his mind, he took a week off school—a privilege he has as club president—and went hiking along the mountain trails of the Konoha Natural Reserve. He ached for the serenity and the scenery by the lakes; animals are also easily his favorite subjects. Convincing an increasingly distrustful Sakura to let him go solo backpacking for a week had taken great pains so it came as a bitter disappointment when he found the trails packed with tourists. 

Though he managed to take pictures and enjoyed the view, he wasted his time when he returned that Monday, the day of the qualifying exhibition for aspiring new members, without a solid theme still. Adding to this stress was seeing Hinata Hyuuga’s name on the list of participants who made submissions. Had he not taken a week off, he could’ve rectified this mistake with the recruitment committee early on, not during the exhibition proper when he strode at noon where it could be unseemly.

“Are you sure you checked all of these names?” said Sasuke, his tone dripping with accusation. Already, he could feel stiffness returning to his muscles, the pressure steadily increasing at his nape. 

Tenten tilted her head curiously, taken aback. “What do you mean? We’ve checked everything twice. All these names have their entries inside with designated bead urns all accounted for.” There had been a case of hacking during online voting in the past, so the recruitment committee took to devising creative means year after year.

“Isn’t there a master file that shows the exhibit numbers with the names? Show it to me,” he demanded, his nostrils flaring as he kept his anger simmering at a level. If he were to ask directly which one is Hinata Hyuuga’s, he would seem more suspicious. All entries were identifiable only by their assigned number.

Tenten hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly at the unusual request. “I’m sorry, Sasuke, but that file is strictly confidential. Only I, as committee club head, have access to it.”

Sasuke raised a brow. “I’m the president…” He let the sound of the title hang in the air and when this didn’t seem to convince Tenten, he added: ���Read the club rule book. There are exceptions given to the club president.”

“But that’s how I’ve been instructed by the upperclassmen before I assumed office. Only I can know the master list–”

“I do things differently,” he replied. “It’s crucial that I understand the quality of this year’s candidates. Besides, I’m not going to vote.”

“You can, though.” Tenten remained skeptical and avoided his eyes, much to Sasuke’s irritation.

He let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. He ought not to make a scene, not in the open where teachers and other students could be out and about. Reminded of this, Sasuke regained his calm. 

“I’m not interested in who makes it,” he assured her, “I’m only interested in what they can do and how they think. Now, show me!” He held out his hand impatiently.

Tenten looked up, a hint of concern crossing her features. “Fine,” she replied cautiously, unlocking her tablet and handing it to Sasuke. “But please understand, the file contains sensitive information.”

Satisfied that he got what he wanted, he sent Tenten and the others to take a break. As he scrolled through the master file, he realized why Tenten was so protective of it. The document contained sensitive details like family background, home addresses, and contact information. And, truly, it hadn’t been an error on the recruitment committee's part— Hinata Hyuuga unabashedly made a submission, despite all that he said.

Exhibit #67: Hinata Hyuuga 

Father’s Name: Restricted Data

Mother’s Maiden Name: Restricted Data

Home Address: Restricted Data

Past her other personal information, equipment used, and post-processing details was the brief description of her entry:

Mourning doves are everywhere, so commonplace that they fade into the background. Does it make them unworthy subjects? Who truly notices them?

All Sasuke needed to remember was the number sixty-seven. He could easily make up a reason to disqualify her, but his curiosity got the better of him. Who is she really? Why is her family information classified? What made her different from the others? Maybe her photo would give him some clues into her psyche.

He slipped into the exhibition hall, his ears straining for any hint of approaching footsteps, and moved in with deliberate care, avoiding any noise that might draw attention. To his surprise, he found Neji Hyuuga standing by entry number sixty-seven, his hand deep into an unlocked bead urn which would then be weighed at the end of the day to determine which top fifty new members got the most votes via porcelain beads. 

How he got the key, Sasuke could only guess. Such a lowly crime that Neji Hyuuga is forced to commit. 

Whatever his reasons were for pocketing in some beads for Hinata Hyuuga’s urn to lose some weight, Sasuke carefully took another turn and pretended the second time that he had just arrived.

“Neji, what brings you here?” 

Sasuke adjusted his manner to be more casual, easier to play untarnished by the curse of knowledge of Neji’s crime. He couldn’t help chance a glance at exhibit number sixty-seven, of mourning doves bathing in a puddle on the side of the road, their wings as though ballerina arms outstretched, their faces of satisfied bliss while cast on the reflection of the murky water were the faces of preoccupied pedestrian impatient to get to their destination. 

Neji paused at the sight of Sasuke and smirked in that regal, smart-alecky way of his. “If I didn’t know you any better…” His smile then slipped into a pensive frown. “There’s no shame in doing what’s best for the club. Better believe me when I say this one getting the most votes is bad news.” 

Sasuke perused Hinata Hyuuga’s photo some more. “The most votes you say? Surely none in this row.” He then looked at Neji and half-smiled, assuring a mentor and friend that he’ll keep silent about it regardless of the underlying reasons.

Neji smiled back in mutual understanding. “Let’s go out to dinner sometime. After my exams.”

“I’d be delighted,” replied Sasuke. “But… would you mind if I ask why?” 

Neji went around the other entries to drop some voting beads on the ones he deemed somewhat palatable. “It’s best to avoid some people, Sasuke,” said Neji. “They might look normal… speak normal for the most part. But somewhere along bits and pieces here and there, you’ll realize it’s better not to get entangled with such certain people even if they’re family—maybe especially if they’re family. You’d be more careful not to be associated with such kinds of people.”

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[space-woomy]

do you have any AUs for your ocs?

OH BOY DO I~!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(For splat ocs that is)

ALSO!!! saying this now, PLEASE ask me to elaborate on things if you have any questions!!!! I love asks!!!!!

1. Monster AU

Essentially, all of inkling and octoling kind (maybe every species idk) have this gene/virus that slowly mutates them into a monster of some sort, based on their mental state. If your really stressed, you turn into a monster sooner. If you're chill, you'll see little, to no transformation.

I might as well info dump about it here cuz y not.

For most of inkfish existance, they've been afflicted by a virus that turns them into monsters. If you get bitten or scratched, you can get infected basically 95% of the time. It can also be transmitted through sex, and can also be passed onto offspring as well. There's no known cure, but there are pills with reduce both anxiety, stress, and the overall affects of the virus.

The virus had a huge impact on the war. The inkings used monsters in a more direct approach, forcing soilders into high stress situations to force them to mutate faster, and then sends them in to fight. It was effective, however, the octolings had a different strategy. They respected the changes, and would only alow the mutations just a little far. They'd allow soilders to mutate just enough for some of the benefits to take place. Extra strength, odd abilities, extra limbs, etc…

The inklings win the war in the end, and force the octolings underground. This leads into the 2 mentalities regarding the approach towards dealing with the virus.

Octariens take it as more of a divine sort of thing (idk). Changes from the virus are embraced. They don't dilibertly seek out infection, but anything that happens, happens. (Idk exactly how to explain it.) The scientific side is pushed off more.

Inklings treat ot more as a virus alone. A disease to be cured. The mental aspect is pushed off more. All that it comes down to is "don't get stressed and take your pills". The virus is way more linked to one's mental state than everyone thinks.

Anyways, splat 1.

In splat 1, Molly (3) joins the NSS to steal back the zapfish. Molly ran away from home to hopefully find some kind of cure for the virus for themselves. The pills that help with the virus are made from zapfish blood, so maybe helping all of them can maybe lead them to finding a cure. In the end, they find The Great Zapfish after defeating octavio. Its a lot different from the cannon one, and it's more like an ethereal creature, one that a mortal mind cannot comprehend. But before Molly's mind breaks, the Great Zapfish helps by taping one of its long whisker things on their forehead. They can now understand, and not have their mind shatter into nothing when looking at the Great Zapfish. They leave the domes, and Molly stops mutating any further, aside from a few things. Over time, they gain a few Zapfish traits, like a big tail, and those long whiskers.

Splat 2

I don't have much 4 splat 2 honestly. I haven't thought about it that much. But Four is infected, goes through the same and maybe has an identity crisis. Then she realizes that she's in control of herself and is kinda unbothered by the whole turning into a monster thing.

O.E

Three and Eight fight. Three, although the virus is no longer Affecting them, they still carry it, and can infect others. They infect Eight, and they fall into the metro. EIght is essentially on a timer here, because the metro gives MAX stress levels, and Eight is transforming really fast. Cuttlefish is there to help her through it, distracting her with dodging her attacks whenever she gets a bit crazy and talking to her and such, as well . By the end, she has transformed significantly. TarTar tries to blend them, and 3 saves them. TarTar realizes that, "oh shit, they're infected but not changing, weird." So they mind hyjack them. They get mind controlled, but TarTar cant restart the virus in them (G-Zapfish and all).

TarTars motivation here is trying to rid the world of the virus entirely; through killing everything basically. The virus also existed when humans where around.

They Fight, and make it to the surface! Three ends up losing their eye, and has major trauma (As per every Three there is)

Eight transforms even further, after O.E. she grows to be, like, 11 - 12 feet tall. She is also very crazy.

Any types of transformation, zapfish or otherwise, stops entirely due to the sanitization.

splat 3

Neo stumbles upon the NSS through Callie.

One thing that I haven't mentioned about the virus yet is that if 2 parents who have it procreate, and have a child, there is a very slim chance that the child will be completely immune to the virus. very small, but it's there. Captain Cuttlefish, Callie, and Neo are all immune. Marie unfortunately never got this trait.

Grizz is like the Great Zapfish, as in being an almost ethereal/eldritch being of mind breaking properties and comprehension. although compared to the GZ, he's much less so. they defeat him, and then SIde order!!!

Side order: Eight goes through the memverse and has her mind somewhat fixed. Less crazy and less beast like. Still fucking huge though. Here are some doodles I did!!!

These are kinda old

Side order:

The same, but instead of memories or whatever, Marina creates the memverse to hopefully try and restore the minds of those who've lost theirs to the virus. Eight does this, and becomes significantly less insane and crazy.

I've only drawn 3 and 8, so I'll give a basic description of what the others kind of look like.

(I don't have full design ideas for everyone yet so keep that in mind)

Marie:

Marie has progressed an average amount, but has seen significant change. She has 4 arms, 1 extending from the back of each shoulder. She's also very bulky with muscle. She's got sharper teeth as well.

Four:

Four's acceptance of her transformation had definitely helped slow it down, but also helped progress it at the same time. She's got small wings too. 

Neo:

After encountering Grizz, Neo gains a few traits from him. She starts to grow hair, fingernails that grow very sharp, their beak turns more into teeth (canines, mollers, other teeths), etc. It's all pretty minor compared to what most people go through,  but still.

Oh boy that was a lot…next one!!!

2. Splatoon Ultra AU

TBH I have no clue what to call this one, but it's basically like the “EPICtale” of my splatoon ocs (if you get that reference). But essentially, everyone is very strong and shit and everything js crazy. I don't have much for this one but 3 is, like, 7 feet tall. I talked about this before but I deleted that post I think

3. TarTar wins kind of

This is the AU where TarTar was able to fire the beam at inkopolis, but it missed a little. It wasn't world ending, but it permanently affects the world as a whole. This is the AU my “Chaos Seas” fic takes place in. I should work on that again…

Basically, grizzco has become a much needed, but EXTREMELY dangerous job. It's a last resort for people who can't afford housing, and housing is mega important in this world because there are huge storms that last days at a time. I might end up posting the rest of what I have on it ok ao3, and then remake it later. Idk.

If you want me to elaborate on anything or have any questions, please ask!

[tom-is-online]

SPLATOON X SEKAI AU

LEO / NEED - HERO MODE Ichika - Inkling - hero shot / splattershot - Agent 1 Saki - Octoling - Undercover Brella - Agent 2 Honami - Octoling - heavy splatling / dynamo roller - Agent 3 Shiho - Inkling - 52 GAL - Agent 4 After the great zapfish is stolen from Inkopolis the Neo Squidbeak splatoon, Consisting of Captain Miku and her four agents, takes out to find it!

MORE MORE JUMP - IDOLS Minori - Inkling - sploosh-o-matic Haruka - Inkling - trislinger Airi - Inkling - krak-on roller Shizuku - Inkling - aerospray Splatfests are back! Inkopolis's upcoming all-girl idol group is here to spice up the classic fest format, picking a topic and splitting into duos to support their side! Whoever's side fights hardest for their beliefs will reign supreme!

VIVID BAD SQUAD - BATTLE Kohane - Octoling - splat roller An - Octoling - enperry dualies Akito - Inkling - clash blaster / rapid blaster Toya - Octoling - e-liter After the sudden appearance of swarms of octolings, many flooded Vivid Street - becoming a hub for the Turf War scene. After a trio of Octolings against all odds swept a season's 4 VS 4 bracket many new teams have attempted to surpass their raw power

WONDERLAND X SHOWTIME - CHALLENGE MODE Tsukasa - Octoling - splatana stamper Emu - Inkling - carbon roller Nene - Octoling - splatterscope Rui - Octoling - Natuilus Come one and come all! Water or participate in WXS's CHALLENGE BATTLES! Where battling meets the outrageous! Play your part and maybe your team will receive some help from our wonderful helpers in battle!

NIGHTCORD AT 25:00 - DLC STORY MODES Kanade - Inkling - Octoshot Mafuyu - Sanitized Octoling - Octoshot Ena - Inkling - painbrush / inkbrush Mizuki - Octoling - Dapple Dualies / trislosher Despite the screams of the Deepsea Metro becoming quieter recently, the chemicals behind "Sanitization" are still spoken of with such fascination by those seeking perfection, talent or themselves.

Feel free to give me any criticism, questions or thoughts in the notes or in my asks, I will elaborate on my thought process

Also whilst I'm here I have ideas on like their nationality cuz i think its important to note down cuz like I put thought into it

Inkopolis Natives Ichika, Airi, Akito, Emu, Kanade, Ena

Octovalley Natives Honami, An, Nene, Rui, Mizuki

Splatsville Natives Shiho, Minori, Shizuku, Kohane

Deepsea Metro Natives Saki, Toya, Tsukasa, Mafuyu

Calimari County Natives Haruka

+ BONUS THOUGHTS

the Calimari Inkantation is just sung by the vocaloids cuz like of course

each unit knows the vocaloids, they are different ppl

L/N Miku (Inkling) is the Captain of Neo Squidbeak

MMJ Miku (Inkling) helps MMJ like a manager

VBS Miku (octoling) on a team with Rin, Len and Luka. helps vbs train, doubles w/ luka

WXS Miku (Inkling) she just likes challenge stuff. maybe shes like judd

NIIGO Miku (Octoling) is like a guide in the deepsea, she don't do much. She knows Mafuyu already

I imagine the L/N story being most similar to Splatoon3's main story

Mafuyu is a high-ranking sanitized octoling soldier, despite the Tenmas + Toya being from the Metro too, they don't know each other due to military ranks

Due to the metro being freed, Toya was not fully sanitized like Mafuyu, which is the reason I have come up with for his hair being like that

Akito has seen Ena go into the deepsea before and is very against the idea. Toya says it's probably a bad idea to go there so it must be horrible

Ena and Akito's dad does NOT like octolings and taught them not to since it's a thing a lot of inkling parents tell their kids.

[splatoonpolls]

Splatoon oc tourney: round 2 group 2 battle 3

Lila by @salt-pile vs Sicily Dyerize by @ghosthoodie

Reminder to check out the backstory/propaganda section

(Sicily is the one on to the left of the right artwork)

Backstory/propaganda

Lila

She spent her first 14 years of life with her mom, aunt, and cousin in the domes, training to be a frontline soldier (she wanted to be an ambassador, but she needed some experience as a soldier before they could promote her to that). When she wasn’t focusing on military schooling, she read about Salmonid culture (and what little she could find about inklings), and later learn some basic words of the Salmonid and inkling languages from her cousin (who got freshly placed into the communications unit). She got exposed to the Calamari Inkantation at the age of 12 while her class was at a field trip to watch DJ Octavio fight, but she didn’t leave the domes until after she graduated from the academy at age 14. She didn’t get to see the surface for long before she, Cap’n Cuttlefish, and Agent 3 got stuck in the Deepsea Metro for a month, with no other choice but for Lila to perform trials and fight her way out. After escaping the metro, she got officially inducted as Agent 8 of the NSS, became roommates with Agent 4, completed high school, and eventually began working on weapon repairs in Ammo Knights (and also got retraumatized by whatever matrix type plot is happening in Side Order, but that could very well be an AU or a simulation from how Nintendo described the game synopsis).

Btw here’s Lila’s post if you want to learn more!

Sicily Dyzerie

There's a lot but basically she's born and grew up in an orphanage and joined the military as Agent 3 because the only thing she knew about her family was that it was military related. Her life goes on and after Octo Expansion she learns that all this time she's been Marie's half-sister and (unbeknownst to her) was given up at birth. After a few years she's happily together with her wifey Kaity and is dealing with the separation with them both being in totally different campaigns :)

[winterwump]

Hii ? Could you do some gun x reader x goo nsfw pls ? I love them sm 💞💞

💦Good Things Cum in 3’s💦

Summary: For this fic, you my dear reader, are a luxury escort. Like you are expansive so of course these two pay for a night with you. Oh, and your sex worker name is Kitty in this!

Note: Heads up, this is a long one. 1,600 words long to be exact. I’m aware of this lol. I just have a lot to say when writing these two.

Au: I hope you guys enjoy thissss🤍🤍🤍

*Ting!!!*

A familiar chime came from your phone. For a Friday night, it was rather slow for you so you decided to stay home and lounge, it's not like anyone would request you now. Initially, you paid no mind to the chime of your phone because you were too busy watching some brain-melting variety show, but after a good two minutes of ignoring the chime, a call came through. It was from a private number which indicated that this was a client.

“Fuck!!”, you gasped half-annoyed-half-surprised. Time to put on your *business* voice: “Hello~ you’ve reached Kitty, how can I help you?~”

“Now you pick up?” - the voice on the line sighed - “Whatever, are your services available tonight?”

You chose to ignore that hint of attitude - “Of course my sources are available!! How many people am I servicing?” - You said the last part through lightly-gritted teeth. The noise in the background sounded like at least 5 people.

“Just two. Is $20,000 okay for the whole night?” - His tone, though inquisitive, still had an air of confidence to it.

Your breath hitched slightly at the sheer weight of that number because even though you get paid quite a lot doing this job, you’ve never seen anything over $1,000 in one night. Oh yea, this man had money for sure. Realizing that you hadn’t given him a response yet, you begin to fumble over yourself to get a response to such a good offer. After running through your apartment looking for something to write info down on you finally managed an answer:

“$20,000?!?! Tha-that's more than good, Sir. Just give me the details and I’ll be ov-” - As soon as you clicked your pen to begin writing, the man cut you off.

“No need for that. I’ll send someone to pick you up from your place. I don’t want you on the subway at night.”

In your time as an escort, you’ve never been above driving to see clients or taking the metro, so long as the money was good. But sending a driver? Oh, that was classy. Now that you’ve picked your jaw off the floor, you finally spoke again:

“What a gentleman!! Let me give you my info, and I’ll be ready soon. We can discuss payment in person.” 

“Sounds good to me” - The man on the line affirmed, he sounded amused already.

After the quick exchange of info on your part, and the exchange of names, you hung up and began primping yourself for the night ahead of you. The look you chose had a simple yet sultry kind of vibe in both makeup and clothing. This kind of look was your go-to for very good reason, it attracts many high-paying customers clearly. In an act of serendipity, the second you were done getting ready, the ride sent for you had arrived. And yea, this was the real deal alright.

He’d sent a black Rolls Royce Phantom with tinted windows, it was perfect for sneaking around in the dead of night. The stoned-faced driver helped you in and the ride had commenced. The drive itself wasn't long but God did it feel like it. What with your nerves and all. $20,000?! That was all your mind kept repeating. That was an absurd amount of money to drop on a single escort for a single night!! Your mind couldn’t help but want into unsavory places: ‘What exactly would they make you do? Are they gonna…hurt you?’

Before your mind could fully expound on that horrid line of thought, the driver had opened your door and motioned politely for you to get out. Still frazzled, you took the driver’s held-out hand and got to your feet. The flawless steel building before you made you gulp in shaky anticipation. After thanking the driver appropriately, you made your way to your destination

And getting up there really didn’t take as much time as you thought it was. The pre-work jitters always hit you, but this time was different. With a sigh and your money-making smile plastered on your face, you began to ring the doorbell. The man on the phone said his name was Gun, but this clearly wasn’t him. The man that greeted you at the door was a blonde in one of those hard-on-the-eyes golden Versace robes, he grinned:

"Well hello there. Are you Kitty?" - Despite being obviously tipsy, his voice was smooth.

So you were at the right place. - "That’s me!! You’re not Gun, are you?"- Being the performer you are, you matched his tone.

With a hearty laugh, the blonde let you in and tailed behind you as you made your way to the foyer. "Nope!!, Gun's right there." - He pointed at the lounging on the sectional couch - "I'm Goo."

Looking back and forth between the two men, you knew you were in for a trip tonight. 

The three of you wasted little time no in getting the party started after a few drinks. With your head already spinning from the liquor, you found yourself laid out on the soft expanse of the bed with Gun's head between your already shaking legs, and Goo at your side lining your bare neck in hickies and kisses. You went back and forth between whining softly, and moaning wildly as waves of pleasure washed over you when Gun pressed his tongue into the tight heat of your pussy.

Seeming to want attention on him, Goo got what he wanted when he whispered in your ear: "You should put that pretty mouth to use and suck me off, Babe."

His voice sent a shiver down your spine and after giving Goo a demure nod, you were presented with a mouth-wateringly erect cock. You hungrily eyed the length in front of you and felt your well-tended-to pussy throbbed. Goo rest a hand on your head and guided your lips to his blushed tip, and watched as you began to work your mouth around his length. The initial heat of your tongue drew out a breathy moan from the blonde, he gripped your hair and it made your pussy throb even more.

Feeling just how wanton your pussy was, Gun gave your clit one last languid lick before pulling away to tend to his own erection. You had no time to protest the loss of his tongue, because he replaced it with the even more pleasurable sensation of his cock rubbing along your rosy folds. The way you moaned around Goo's cock in response to Gun's teasing was downright sinful, and it wasn’t lost on either of them that you were getting close to cumming already. This was clearly their plan, and you were all for it.

"Go ahead and cum, Baby, we’re just getting started" - Goo cooed affectionately, giving you a little 'boop' on the nose before shoving his cock further down your throat.

From looking up at Goo, you let your mind wander to Gun as he massaged the tip of his cock at your leaking entrance. You couldn’t help but wonder how he would sound while deep in pleasure, he'd been quiet so far and you just needed to know what he was like unravelled. Right as your jaw was beginning to slack from taking Goo's impressive length, you felt your inner walls be invaded in the best way possible by Gun's cock. The intrusion was a welcome one, as he let out a guttural moan upon feeling your tightness.

The way you kept moaning served well in turning Goo on even more. The blond was sure that he was going to cum soon if this kept up, so he grabbed your hair and began to use your throat. You were drooling at this point, but it seemed like Goo loved the wet noises that accompanied your throat being fucked. 

"Come on baby, I you can take it!" - Goo encouraged amidst your gagging.

Seeming to be on the wavelength as the blonde, Gun took on a brutal pace- holding your hips till while pounding your obscenely wet pussy. Between your throat being thoroughly fucked by Goo and the punishing thrusts from Gun, you were starting to get overstimulated. But it was welcomed in this case because you were cumming in quick succession without the two men giving you so much as a break in between your dramatic orgasms. The first orgasm of the night, aside from your own, was from Gun when he had broken his rough tempo to pull out of your now gaping entrance and painted both your back and ass with his cum. His moans were heavenly, and it seemed like Goo agreed because you heard a moan leave his mouth in reaction. Did they ever?...

You heard them laugh amongst each other when they switched positions, your body was somehow loose and noodley but your pussy remained tight for them. And through your lust-filled haze, you found yourself laughing at the contrast too. From riding Goo till you squirted on his stomach to Gun covering you in hickies during missionary, you were still needy for more. You had no concept of how much time has passed, everything that wasn’t the two men had melted into obscurity. It was safe to say that you were thoroughly fucked-out for the night.

This was the best $20k you've ever made.

Damn, 1,600 words!! Sheesh, I hope ya'll enjoyed this cuz I sure did.

The place I had in mind for Gun and Goo's penthouse was JiPyung's house from the Kdrama "Start-Up". Cuz I just know that those idiots live together😏

BYE!!!

[metrohighart]

More art, this time of my gal Rouge but my redesign of her..specifically her fur cuz why was she all skin 💀 but anyways--

I was trying out poses and saw this one pose I wanted to use with Rouge, shes just chillin

[snappedsky]

ROTTMNT: Retired Leo AU

Happy Mother's Day to all the great mothers out there.

Mother’s Day Special 2024

Casey opens the wardrobe in his bedroom and pulls out a small box from the bottom. Inside are his old apocalypse clothes. He unfolds the cloak- filthy and tattered- and out of its folds he grabs an old photo.

He’s kept it hidden in there all this time because every time he looked at it, it broke his heart a little more. But today is a special day, and one he hasn’t honoured in years.

Casey sticks the photo in his bag, folds his cloak back up into the box, closes his wardrobe on it, and leaves his room.

“I’m going now,” he says as he walks through the TV room.

“Okay,” Leonardo replies, looking at him from the chair. “Want me to come with you?”

“No, it’s okay,” Casey smiles appreciatively. “I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Alright,” he nods, “see you when you get back.” With that, Casey rides his skateboard down the entrance tunnel. He comes out through the garage door leading onto the city streets and skates down the sidewalk, weaving around the passersby.

He comes to a gift shop, picks up his board, and goes inside. After spending a few minutes perusing the shelves, he picks out a picture frame- simple and black. Then he goes up to the front counter, behind which they have flowers displayed especially for today.

“Can I help you?” the friendly cashier asks.

“This, please,” Casey replies, handing over the frame. “Also, um...what flowers are best for today?”

“Well, roses are the most popular,” she explains, “different colours have different representation, but generally they symbolize love. Carnations are good too, representing beauty.”

Casey grimaces apprehensively, not really feeling either of those. Then his eyes fall on a different flower and he points at it. “What about that one?”

“Oh, yes,” the cashier replies, “sunflowers are quite popular too. They represent wisdom and adoration.”

He nods happily. “Yeah, I’ll take two of those, please.”

“Of course. Would you like them wrapped?”

“Sure.” She snips the stems of two sunflowers and carefully wraps them in paper. Casey pays for them and the frame, sticking it in his bag and carrying the flowers, before taking his leave.

He continues his journey through the city on his skateboard until he arrives to Metro Tower. Picking up his board, he stares up at the skyscraper for a minute before glancing around. He walks around the building until he comes up to an alley and disappears down it. As soon as he’s sure nobody’s watching him, he pulls up the sleeve on his right arm, uncovering his grappling gauntlet and fires it up the tower.

He propels up the wall at high speed, startling anyone who might happen to be looking out a window as he passes by. In a matter of seconds, he reaches the roof and walks across it.

The wind blows through his hair as he stands at the front edge and looks out over the city, so big and bright and loud and different from anything he knew when he was growing up.

Casey sets his skateboard down to sit on as he slips his bag off his shoulder. From it, he removes it his chainsaw hockey stick and mask, laying them down in front of him. Then he carefully unwraps the two sunflowers and lies them down above the mask, crossing the stems. Finally, he grabs the photo, sticks it in the new frame, and sets the frame down in front of the flowers.

He sighs heavily as he leans back, staring at the photo. It’s of him when he was about nine years old. He’s smiling brightly, a tooth missing and a bandage across his nose, as he’s held between two people- April and Cassandra. They’re also smiling and hugging little Casey close.

That is one of the last times the three of them were together.

Casey swallows a lump in his throat and lets out a shaky breath before smiling.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Moms.”

[astrocassette]

fuck it i'm reposting milo's ref sheet to add a little bio + full story summary

milo elloway

they/he

a casual trainer who works at a quilt shop in nimbasa

a pretty lighthearted + easygoing guy, goofy on the regular, and enjoys making people laugh. tends to be on the quiet side. he can be awkward at times but earnest

❤️: hard rock + metal, quilting + sewing, horror fiction, rpgs, casual battling, retro aesthetics, learning languages

❌: high bridges, driving, cooking, large bodies of water, waking up early, the competitive circuit

and now, story summary under the cut

so!

as it says, milo's originally from (an) earth! they fell asleep on the metro on their way back home from visiting friends, and woke up Somewhere Else, on a train Unfamiliar to them. the earth they're from doesn't have pokemon, even as a franchise, so they've got NO idea wtf is going on

ingo + emmet find them incredibly confused + speaking no known language with a phone map that doesn't match the world, rightly figure maybe dimensional shenanigans are about, and take them to the interpol. while a case is opened up for milo, the nimbasa trio adopts them as a sort of interdimensional exchange student, showing them around, and then helping them get their footing in the pokemon world when the interpol isn't able to find a way to get them back home.

milo has to grapple with the language barrier (learning galarian from scratch) and culture shock for a while, plus mounting guilt as they slowly realize they prefer the pokemon world to their earth but have no way to let their loved ones know what happened and that they're okay (they eventually come to terms with it, but it takes a couple years)

in between language lessons, they hang out a lot with new friends (the nimbasa trio + a whole host of ocs i have not drawn yet), and pretty much everyone encourages them to give training a try. so they do! they do their own little gym run, and earn a few badges before tapping out and heading back to nimbasa, content with being a mid-strength trainer.

as they get further settled in, they pick quilting back up, and after showing a few projects to the local quilt shop, get hired there! they make friends with many old ladies + the shop sewaddle and gain a reputation amongst the regulars for having a good color sense.

there's a good stretch of just peaceful life for them, happily working, getting to know ingo + emmet + elesa + various ocs better as their language skills improve, and traveling around the region in their spare time. they even nearly start building a romance with ingo, but this gets interrupted when the interpol find another person from earth in hoenn, and milo ventures abroad to meet them + see the region! they extend the trip to see a little bit of johto, but that gets cut short when ingo goes missing.

it takes over a year, but milo + emmet manage to get to hisui with the help of a celebi, and are able to find ingo! but, arceus is miffed at their meddling and removes celebi from the premises, stranding the three of them in the past for a couple years. during this time, the events of legends arceus happen, with the three of them basically functioning as npcs. ingo does what he does in canon, emmet helps laventon with the pokedex + manages the training grounds with ingo, and milo apprentices at the clothier's in jubilife!

i'm still working out how the three of them factor into the canon storyline of pl:a and how big a role i want them to play, but they for sure join the wider party of people supporting akari. and, post-rift-fixing, milo does get together with ingo :]

that's everything i've written out so far (my document is so fucking big. this is as concise a post as i could make it), but i really like the idea of bringing in elesa with jirachi for the post-game of pl:a, and i do intend to get everyone back to the future.

if you read all this, god damn, i appreciate it!! if you found this interesting and want more, here's the tag i've got going for this au

[kookygranger]

Hi!

I'm so late!

But I'd love to know about HF!E

for the wip game!

Thank you, Betty! ✨

HF!E stands for High Fidelity!Eddie. It isn't a HF au it just takes place in a record store and I didn't have a name for it. It was an idea for a one-shot inspired by this playlist featuring gothic/spooky songs before goth was a genre.

It made me think about Eddie who just moved to Chicago with Corroded Coffin and is slowly being accepted by the scene. Reader works at a record store and is playing this mixtape over the speakers and Eddie very much falls in love.

I started writing it and then didn't really like it but here's a lil' snippet:

“What the fuck are you listening to anyway?”

“I made a pre-Halloween mix. Music that lead to goth before goth was a thing.” You frown as you try to unstick a bright red sticker from the price gun you’d been tapping on the pile of vinyl.

Eddie smiles to himself as he continues to pretend he’s browsing and not tuning into your conversation.

“Are you going to The Allied tonight? There’s some new band from Indiana or something playing, apparently they do a sick cover of Master of Puppets.”

Eddie pauses in his faux perusing for a second as he awaits your reply.

“I wasn’t really planning on it, no.”

The guy huffs, “No? What was your plan, going home to sulk to The Velvet Underground?”

“I don’t sulk–“

“You do when you listen to The Velvet Underground.”

“What do you want me to do? Pogo to Heroin? Anyway, I was gonna work on an article actually.”

“Why don’t you write about this band tonight? Tim says they’re pretty good. He saw them a couple of weeks ago at the Metro.”

“Tim said that about that god awful noise band that played at De Salle’s. It was the worst four hours of my life. I thought my ears were actually going to bleed.”

“Whatever, you say that like you’re not currently playing the most depressing German synth music that nobody in their right mind would listen to.” He points out the new song playing from the speakers behind you.

“First of all, this is David Bowie’s Low. And if you knew as much about music as you claim to, you’d know that this was his seminal work in his Berlin era and an ambient soundscape masterpiece. Secondly–“

“I like it.”

Both of your heads shoot up at Eddie’s interruption. He blushes and clears his throat as you catch his eye and the corner of your mouth quirks up. “Sorry, I just–it’s a good mixtape. I like the theme.” He frowns and shakes his head at himself, he doesn’t know what came over him. Who is this guy that’s bothering you, anyway? You have amazing taste and he’s pretty sure you’re the most angelic thing he’s ever seen. You gesture in his direction and look back at the guy that’s teasing you.

“The customer is always right, Simon.”

Eddie moves quickly to the B section and finds the album you were talking about before heading over to you.

“Did you find everything you need?” You smile at him sweetly as you hop off the counter and take the record from him. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before. Customer service isn’t exactly my strongest skill.”

The guy, Simon, snorted. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off the way your face lit up quietly when you realised what album he picked.

“What are your strongest skills?” That was such a weird question Munson, what the hell?

You looked up at him a little taken aback, before a small smile crept up on your face.

“Talking about music…or” you shake your head in contemplation, “writing about it actually.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Maybe it’s not so much a skill, more like an obsession.”

“She’s actually kind of good.” Simon butts in with a shrug and you roll your eyes.

“Such a high compliment cuz.”

You were cousins. He still had a shot.

“You write for magazines?” Eddie asks.

“Zines mostly,” you point to a stack of xeroxed pamphlets on the counter, “but I’ve published a few reviews with Spin and The Face.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That’s pretty cool.”

You breathe out a laugh and take the cash he hands you, collecting his change. “Thanks.”

“Wait, you're Eddie, right?” He turns to Simon, almost forgetting he was there. “Your band’s playing at The Allied tonight? I met your drummer Gareth at a show last week.”

“Uh yeah that’s me. We’re called Corroded Coffin.”

“Cool name.” You smirk and hand him his record wrapped in paper. Eddie tucks it under his arm, his dimples showing as he smiles back at you.

“Thanks.”

“You’re from Indiana then?” You call back to Simon’s earlier statement, as Eddie doesn’t make a move to immediately leave.

He rubs the back of his neck as he nods, “Yeah. Just moved here a couple of months ago with my band.”

“Welcome to Chicago, Eddie.” You smile and introduce yourself, “Let me know if there’s ever anything I can do for you…vinyl wise I mean.”

“Thanks,” he scratches the stubble on his jaw before stepping away from the counter. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight at the show?” He tries to keep his voice casual, but there’s a hint of hope in there.

You bite your lip and shrug, “Yeah, maybe you will.”

Eddie nods and takes his queue to leave, the bell jingling again as he steps back out into the cold.

“Yeah, maybe you will.” Simon mocks you in a breathy imitation and you roll your eyes. “So now that you know the singer is cute are you coming?”

“Obviously! You better get me on the door list, or I swear to god I’m telling Aunt Carol about the stash in your underwear drawer.”

Okay, there were a lot more High Fidelity references than I remembered. Fun fact: I have read the book and watched the film and HBO reboot so many times I could quote word-for-word. I also dressed up as Zoe Kravitz's Rob for an office Halloween party once, complete with the Wings Over America live album that she talks about in that scene with the misogynistic cheater. Only one girl got it because she was a fan of Zoe Kravitz lol.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 17/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Seventeen: Self-Control

"I can't go," Jason mumbled as he lay on his bed in his uniform. "I can't." Jim stood outside Jason's bedroom door. "Jason, I have to take you in the next ten minutes, or I'll be late to work," Jim reminded him, "What's wrong?" Jason muttered something incoherently. "Beg your pardon?" Jim asked. "I don't know how to tie a tie!" Jason yelled through the door. Jim knocked and entered. "Something I can fix. How do you want your tie tied? Fancy or simple?" Jim asked.

"Simple," Jason replied. Jim pulled up a chair and sat across from Jason. He untied his tie and motioned for Jason to sit up.

"It's not that you can't do it. It's just that no one's ever taught you," Jim reassured him, "And you look nice." Jim walked Jason through the process of tying a half-Windsor knot over and over again until Jason got it just right. Jason cracked a smile.

"Thanks, Pop," Jason whispered. Jim nodded, and Jason followed him to the kitchen to grab his backpack.

"Grab your breakfast from the microwave," Jim reminded him. Barbara came out of her room with a camera.

"Hold it! Smile," Barbara snapped a picture of Jason, and he groaned in reply.

"You're horrible, you know that?" Jason replied as he grabbed his breakfast. "At least give me a fair chance this time," Jason complained. She gestured for him to smile and took a second picture.

"Okay, now go to school. Love you," Barbara smiled.

"Love you! Check your e-mail," Jason chuckled on his way out the door. On the way to school, Jim turned to Jason for a half-second and took a deep breath. "What?" Jason asked.

"Now, I'm nervous. I just sort of realized we haven't been a family all that long, and you seemed so young when you first came to live with us... And now you're in high school," Jim sighed.

"Aww, Pop," Jason smiled as he ate his eggs. "Hey, do you want me to take the metro home if you're working?"

"I'll be here. Trust me," Jim replied as he pulled into the parking lot to let Jason finish eating his breakfast. "You're gonna have a good day today, I can—."

"Jason!" Mason yelled, startling Jim and Jason both. Jason finished chewing and rolled his window down. "Good morning, Comish!"

"Hi, Mason. How are you?" Jim asked while Jason finished eating his breakfast.

"Good. Also, a little birdie told me that we're gonna have our first class together. I'm glad Jason's early. I can introduce him to the rest of the guys," Mason smiled as she leaned in the window. Jason finished his waffles and said goodbye to Jim before getting out of the car.

"Love you, Pop," Jason whispered to Jim. Jim mouthed the words back.

She took Jason by his wrist, and Mason dragged him to the outdoor stage. Jason was immediately greeted by a boy in a letterman jacket that was near twice his size. "Ariel-Jules Polishuk. A.J.," he introduced himself. Jason shook his hand and was immediately pulled into a hug. Jason let out a little laugh of surprise, but he hugged back. "What's your last name?" he asked.

"Todd. I'm technically a Gordon now, but it doesn't really fit with my name," Jason answered.

"Casey Tabora, you can wait in line with me to get your schedule," a girl swooped in and shook his hand. Her glasses hung from a chain around her neck, and she had different pins pinned up and down her tie. Jason followed her to the line, and she turned around to look him in the eye. "Are you on a track yet?" Jason blinked hard in reply. "A track? Like theatre, architecture, agriculture, or culinary?"

"Oh, no. Not yet... But I am taking drama this semester... What about you?" Jason asked.

"Architecture, like my dad," she replied, "But not because of my dad. Actually, I'm really interested in architectural history."

"Sounds cool to me," Jason smiled.

She could tell that he meant it. Casey took a deep breath. "You're gonna like it here."

"I hope so," Jason replied, "How long have you been here?"

"Since third grade. A.J.'s been here since first grade. You haven't met Reese yet, but he's A.J.'s half-brother. Huge," she gestured with her arms out. Jason grinned as she spoke. When they got to the front, they grabbed their schedules and went back to the group. They all compared their class schedules.

"We have gym and French together," A.J. nudged Jason, and Jason smiled. Mason looked at Jason's schedule.

The bell rang, Mason and Jason walked to and sat down at their first class together. The boy sitting behind Jason kept kicking his chair. "Chill," Jason whispered under his breath.

The boy leaned forward. "Do something about it," he whispered.

Jason took a breath through his nose, chewed his lip, and readjusted his posture in his chair. Jason knew he could do something about it, but it wouldn't be what Barbara wanted. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Control.

"Control is the hardest thing to exhibit when you have power... Part of being strong is knowing when to stop yourself." Barbara always reminded him of that. He let her words play in his head over and over until he was calm again.

Mason nudged him. "Make him stop," Mason whispered.

"I will," Jason whispered back, "Just wait."

Once the teacher asked them to stand and do an icebreaker exercise, the boy tried to trip Jason and Jason tripped him. The boy fell on his face in front of everyone, and Jason crouched down and lent him a hand. "That was a warning," Jason whispered, "It'll be worse next time." The boy brushed himself off and walked away.

"Okay, Spider-Man," Mason grinned as she walked past Jason.

The class ended shortly after the icebreaker, and Mason promised to see him at lunch before A.J. swooped in. "You're gonna love our P.E. teacher," he smiled, and Jason trailed behind him. "You into sports?"

"A little, yeah. Baseball, NASCAR, stuff like that," Jason replied. A.J. stopped in his tracks and smiled.

"Reese tries to get me to go with him to see the races all the time. You guys are definitely gonna get along," A.J. smiled before being scooped up by an even bigger boy.

"Who am I gonna get along with?" the boy half-exclaimed. A.J. laughed.

"Jason, this is my younger brother, Reese," A.J. chuckled as his brother put him down. Reese was a force. He moved forward and shook Jason's hand. "Reese, Jason likes NASCAR."

Reese's eyes widened, and he asked if Jason wanted to come with him to see a race in a few weeks. Jason smiled and nodded. "Are you guys going to P.E. too?" Reese asked.

The day was long, and by the time Jason got to his theatre class, it was the only time he was finally able to relax. Theatre was his final class of the day, and Jason walked to the front to get picked up by Jim. As soon as he got in the car, he took off his tie and took a deep breath. "I have three new friends, I got invited to go to see a NASCAR race, and I think I need to take a nap," Jason whispered.

"Did you have a good day?" Jim asked. Jason nodded with his eyes closed. "Things will slow down as you get into the groove of things."