#more than others but yeah it think it’s mostly him just not really absorbing anything until it all hits after Jimmy steers the ship like

[dykedvonte]

Why do you think did Curly let Jimmy go before the crash? I've seen the theory Curly briefly thought about crashing too but didn't expect Jimmy to go through with it

I generally believe it was shock and a bit of denial.

It’s the sort of thing where Curly knew Jimmy enough to know he blows up at things but he never would’ve expected him to go through with something so crazy. He gives Jimmy way too much benefit. It’s just his nature and the dynamics he has with Jimmy. They have a stable relationship as friends but it’s stabilized by the unhealthy toxic aspects that keep him in it. He’s like this with Anya, taking the gun is something he really shouldn’t have kept off the record, so is Swansea’s feigned hostility toward Daisuke. He doesn’t want to get people in trouble and doesn’t want to believe anyone would cause trouble other than to themselves. He’s a very lenient man.

I think the words were hollow in his head. Said but not really meant like all the times Jimmy lashes out and says something cruel to him or others. He never means it, if he did why would he still be Curly’s friend? Curly’s head wasn’t in the right space in that moment, he just got through panicking with Anya and if the sound design is anything to go by, was panicked and preoccupied going to confront Jimmy. I mean, the flash of the warning signs before he runs back are identical to the dissociative episode of sort he has when going to talk to Jimmy to do his Psyc eval.

There is this sort of assumption in fanon that Curly was the idealic person for the job and simply failed. None of them were the idealic people to be there, it’s Curly’s entire concern with the ladder he chose. I see more interpretations of him being purposefully ignorant where I see him as just always looking the wrong way or not in a place where he can see it. There’s something different about seeing something than being told about it in the human mind. It may just be the psych student in me but Curly def has some sort of cognitive dissonance just like Jimmy but when it comes to his role as a Captain vs who he is.

They blur in his head to where if you ask him if he was acting as a Captain or a friend or himself to his crew he couldn’t answer. Not with confidence even if he did. There are many times we see that Curly himself is not in the right headspace to lead the Tulpar and that’s outside of anything with Jimmy. He’s spacey, he’s not sleeping, he’s deeply unhappy with himself and life. It’s why there’s believability he crashed the ship. Maybe the others saw it, or maybe Jimmy heard enough of it to spin it in a way that made Curly seem suicidally depressed.

So the tdlr is I think it wasn’t so much letting Jimmy go, more so not seeing the severity of what he was allowing to transpire. In his mind it’s just another one of Jimmy’s bluffs, cruel words, off words but just words. Jimmy rarely ever acts, why would he now? Maybe he’s never seen it because Jimmy hides those actions? Either way, he just never thought he’d really do it.

[descendant-of-truth]

Sooo has anyone else noticed that Chaos Sonic seems to know things about Sonic that he logically shouldn't?

He constantly brings up Sonic's failures, describes him as looking "sad and pathetic" and being "tragic" when Sonic doesn't even look upset, and seems to have inherited chili dogs as his favorite food to boot.

But the Chaos Council doesn't know about Sonic's biggest failures. They don't know that he feels sad about anything, or that he likes chili dogs. Not even Nine knows these things in detail, and even if he did, we're not given any indication that he told the Council anything after giving them the initial idea for Chaos Sonic by accident.

And yet, he takes every opportunity to poke at Sonic's insecurities, even targeting his friends and blaming him for getting them hurt.

How does he know Sonic well enough to make these kinds of targeted remarks? I like that he can, it leads to a lot more interesting interactions than if he couldn't, but what's the in-universe explanation?

Well, Sonic absorbed some of the Prism's energy when it shattered, and Chaos Sonic was created mostly with the energy from the shards. While this could give them a sort of mental connection, it doesn't seem to go both ways, and I have a slightly more specific theory for how it all works.

That being: I think the Prism itself knows Sonic. Which is kind of a bold claim, I think, but hear me out.

First of all, the energy that's in Sonic's body (once tempered with Nine's tech of course) adapts his gloves and shoes to his environment in ways that'll protect him. New Yoke doesn't require anything special, but the Boscage Maze has tall trees that are difficult to climb, so it gives him retractable claws. No Place is filled with water, and Sonic can't swim, so he gets hover shoes to keep him afloat even if he falls in.

That's a suspicious amount of intent going on there, isn't it? And they appear the instant Sonic enters a new world, so he doesn't even encounter the obstacles his clothes are protecting him from before getting them. It's like the energy already knows what the world is like and what Sonic's capabilities are.

Secondly, Shadow reacts physically to the giant sparkly specter of Tails that shows up in the void, which tells me that those are all Actual Things that the Prism conjured up.

And that's. kind of weird, right? I just assumed these were symbolic of memories flashing through Sonic's head, but I guess they're also flashing through space itself, which I will admit did get a laugh out of me the first time I watched it

(They might not be "memories" exactly since we never flashback to when these lines were originally said, but they're certainly Something that came from Sonic's head so my point still stands)

Finally, when the Chaos Council uses the Prism energy to make the Giant Eggman, it specifically takes the form of the original. That didn't come from Mister Doctor's imagination - that's how Sonic remembers Eggman.

Not to mention, they keep hammering home how uniquely linked Sonic is to the Prism, so why not have it be the other way around? I'm not saying that the Paradox Prism has to have any kind of sentience for this theory to work (in fact I'd be surprised if it did), but it could be acting as a sort of container for data on Sonic, just like how Sonic is a container for its power.

And if that's the case, then it explains how Chaos Sonic knew so much; he's tapped into that very data bank from the get-go. It also complicates the question of how to restore the Prism a bit, because yeah Sonic might have to put his energy back into it, but does the Prism have to give anything back to him in return?

Regardless of the answer, I'm really looking forward to learning more about how the Paradox Prism works (and also any potential future Chaos Sonic appearances because I loved every moment he was on screen)

[percevalec]

THIS WONT STAY IN VEGAS {part 3}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: You went clubbing with your friend, celebrating her moving to Vegas. You got drunk and don't remember anything. The next morning you find yourself in bed with a stranger and a ring around your finger

Words: 7.7k

Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, smut, not proof read.

18+, please don’t read in you’re underage

do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

You stand there by the sink, left puzzled by Arthur’s cryptic words. You try to remember who Alexandra is, but nothing comes to mind. The name doesn’t ring a bell.

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As you're walking back to Charles' room your mind suddenly reminded you that you do know her, well not personally. You remember reading something about her being his ex girlfriend during that google search you did on your way to the airport. 

As you enter the room, you see Charles laying on the bed, his phone in his hand. “Hey” you say as you walk over and lay next to him. By this point none of you found it weird or uncomfortable to spend time together, it was like second nature to always be close to each other. Mostly because you had to keep the act up in front of Pascal. Also you simply enjoyed each other's company, but you'd never admit that to yourself. 

Charles looks up from his phone as you enter the room, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Hey" he replies, setting his phone aside. He watches as you plop down on the bed, his eyes following your movements. “Guess what” you say, lifting your head to look over at him. Charles rolls onto his side to face you, his interest piqued by your tone. "What?" he asks, his gaze fixed on your face. “Arthur knows” you say in a surprisingly casual tone. Charles' eyes widened in surprise at your words. He wasn't expecting that. "Wait, what?! How does he know?" he asks, extremely confused as to why you’re so calm. “He overheard our conversation from three days ago, but he said he didn’t really care and he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone”. Charles takes a moment to absorb the information, relief washing over him at the fact that Arthur had promised to keep the secret. "Well that's good at least" he sighs. "The last thing we need is the media or my mom finding out." 

You respond with a slight guilt in your voice “Yeah, I think your mom likes me which makes this whole thing even more complicated than it already is” Charles nods in agreement, sadness in his expression. "She does, she loves every little thing about you." He reaches out and takes your hand in his, his fingers tracing your ring. "It's hard because she would be upset with both of us if she knew the truth." You sigh at his words, know "Right," he says quietly, disappointment in his voice. He had forgotten that he wasn't supposed to touch you like that, not when it was all pretend.  “Oh, i almost forgot, remember the party your mom is hosting next sunday” Charles furrows his eyebrows at the sudden change of conversation "Yeah, why?"  he says, his mind already drifting to the thought of the event. “Arthur told me to let you know that alexandra is coming, who is she?”. You still ask despite knowing the answer. You were curious to know what he would say.

Charles's eyes widened at the mention of the name "Alexandra." He hadn't expected you to ever say her name, he was left momentarily speechless. Groaning before answering. "She's an ex-girlfriend" he says, his tone guarded. “...Can I ask what happened?” you ask as you look down at the bed, avoiding his gaze. Charles lets out another deep sigh. "It's a bit of an old story," he says, his voice becoming quieter. "We dated for a few years, and then we just grew apart and eventually, it ended”. You nod your head as you listen to his story unsure on what to say. You look up at him and decide on “I'm sorry”. "It's fine," he replies, offering a small smile, though you can tell there's still a hint of sadness in his eyes. "It was a long time ago." He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath. “So why is your mom inviting her? especially now that we’re “married”. Charles sighs “She's the daughter of one of my moms friends, so she's always been around, even before we were dating. I'm surprised she even agreed to coming, we’ve been avoiding each other for a while”. 

You could tell this wasn't a simple story of a failed relationship. Maybe she meant more to Charles than you thought. “Maybe it's because she’s seen the articles about our perfect love story” you say laughing. Charles chuckles dryly, "Oh, I'm sure that's why," he says, rolling his eyes. "And she likely can't wait to make some snarky comment about it". “We can just avoid her, either way we have to be extremely convincing about our relationship during the party” Charles nods, taking your words to heart. "Yeah, well we can try to avoid her as much as possible, but she will probably want to talk to us." He sighs, contemplating the situation. "And you're right, we definitely have to sell this whole “perfect love” act even more at the party."

“Do you think it will be hard?” you ask.

Charles leans back against the headboard of the bed, mulling over your question. "Honestly?" he says, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "I don't know. Pretending to be in love with you in front of our families has been... easier than I thought. But with Alexandra there, it could get complicated. She has a way of getting under my skin."

You’re not sure why his words made your stomach turn, but they did. So you ask the question you really don't want to know the answer to. “Do you still love her?” 

Charles is caught off guard by your direct question, his initial instinct was to deflect. But looking at your face, he knew he couldn't lie. "I don't know," he admits quietly, shaking his head. "There are still... feelings. But it's complicated ." He looks back at you, searching your eyes for any hint of jealousy or annoyance. “Well maybe she can be the reason for our divorce” you suggest, trying to make a positive out of a negative. You needed an excuse for the divorce either way, You had originally thought about a big public fight but this made things easier, Charles leaving you to be with his true love. It would be the first thing both of you didn't lie about.  

“You’ll realize you love her more than you loved me, that’s something the media will buy”. Charles hears the tinge of sadness in your voice and looks at you, his face softening. "You think so?" he asks, his tone laced with a hint of guilt for answering your question about Alexandra in the first place. "You'd be okay with the world thinking I fell for my ex girlfriend while being married to you?". Not truly wanting to answer his question, you reply “it doesn’t matter what i think, it's just an excuse to get out of this” Charles let out a deep sigh, the thought of having to explain to the world that he fell for someone else while being married to you didn't sit well with him, but he had no choice. "Yeah, I guess that's the best way" he finally says, reluctantly agreeing with your plan. “I’m sorry I'm in the way of you and her” you say in a low voice, almost whispering. Charles shakes his head, reaching over to take your hand in his. "You're not in the way," he says firmly, looking into your eyes. "This whole situation is just... complicated. And it's not your fault. It's not like you wanted to be fake married to me." You nod your head forcing a smile “yeah, of course”. 

Charles's heart twists at the sight of your forced smile. He wishes he could do more to ease your pain, but he knows that the situation is out of his control. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. “You love doing that don’t you” you ask chuckling, referring to him putting your hair behind your ear. A small smile tugs at the corner of Charles's lips as he realizes he's been caught. "Yeah, I guess I do," he admits sheepishly. "It just... feels natural, I guess." He lets his hand linger against your cheek for a moment, his touch tender. "Sometimes I wonder," you say, your voice soft and full of unsaid feelings. "What if we had met in a different way?” A soft sigh escaped your lips as you continued "I wonder where we’d be now". Charles lets out a wistful sigh as he contemplates your question, his mind wandering to the what if's. "Me too," he says quietly, his gaze fixed on your face. "If we had met under different circumstances... I wonder what could've been." 

 Neither of you say anything. You just stare into each other's eyes. 

"You're staring" he finally says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re staring back” you reply, laughing at his words 

Charles lets out a low chuckle, his smirk widening. "Fair enough," he concedes, his eyes never leaving yours. “I'm getting sleepy, it's been a long day. Goodnight Charlie” you say before kissing his cheek and turning over. Charles’s heart skips a beat at the feel of your lips on his cheek, a small shiver running down his spine. He looks at your turned back, his gaze lingering on your form. “Goodnight,” he says quietly, the hint of a smile on his lips.

WEEK 2 DAY 3 

You and Charles wake up around the same time as always. You both get ready and head downstairs to the kitchen. That’s when you both realize that you're the only one home. "Looks like we've got the place to ourselves today," he says with a hint of surprise in his voice. “What should we do?” you ask as you walk closer to him.

Charles and you have now spent 14 days together, counting from the day you saw each other at the club, and you’re becoming inseparable. Despite not letting yourself, you still feel attracted to Charles and everyday it gets harder to suppress your feelings. Even after he confessed he still feels something for Alex. What you don't know is that he only started thinking about her again to not think about you. He started this ever since you turned him down the other day. He remembers your words perfectly “this could never work”.

Charles thinks about your question for a moment, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Well, we've got the whole house to ourselves," he says, a hint of excitement in his tone. "Why don't we make the most of it?". 

You walk closer. “Yeah? And how would we do that?. Charles grins as you walk closer to him, his eyes sparkling with a hint of playfulness. "Well, let's see," he says, pretending to think. "We could watch a movie, bake something, or..." He steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. “Or….?” you whisper. Charles closes the remaining distance between you, his body just inches away from yours. He looks down at you, his gaze intense. "Or we could do something... more fun," he says, his voice a sultry whisper. “Actually, I think I'm craving Italian, take me to dinner” you say laughing as you step back. Charles feigns disappointment for a moment before chuckling softly. "Fine, Italian it is," he says, playfully rolling his eyes. "But only if I get to pick where we're going”. “You know this place better than I do anyways” Charles grins, happy to be the one who gets to choose. "Exactly," he says, a hint of smugness in his voice. "I know all the best spots in this city." He held out his hand "Ready to go?". 

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On your way to the restaurant you surprisingly only get stopped 3 times for pictures. Charles seems completely unfazed, smiling and waving graciously each time. As you finally arrive at the restaurant, he leads you inside, a hand placed on your lower back.

Charles and you are led to a secluded table in a quiet corner of the restaurant. He pulls out a chair for you before taking his own seat. "I've been here many times," he says, looking around the elegant space. "It's one of my favorite Italian spots in the city." You look around taking in the beauty “You know, i'll definitely miss Monaco when this is over”. "Yeah," he says quietly, his gaze drifting to the window outside. "But you'll come back to visit, right?" His ask, eyes flicking back to you. “Only if you bring me back here” you joke. A small smile tugs at the corner of Charles's lips. "Of course," he says, playing along. "This is definitely the best Italian food you'll ever have. You'll be craving it for months after you're gone." 

You order your meals and continue talking as you eat, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you. 

Charles leans back in his chair, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You know," he says suddenly, his eyes fixed on yours. "You're not bad to be married to. We make a pretty convincing couple." You laugh at his comment “Shut up” you say smiling. Charles mock-gasps in exaggerated surprise, placing a hand against his chest. "Hey, it's not my fault we're so good at pretending!" he protests, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

Everything continues going fine when suddenly your heart drops as you hear a voice calling your name. No one knew you here except Charles and his family. So it could only be one person, Leonardo.   

“Y/N Y/L/N … or i guess it’s Y/N Leclerc now” he says chuckling “Never thought i would see you here again, especially married” Charles head snaps up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, his muscles tensing almost instantly. He looks at you and sees the color drain from your face. “Leo, i never thought i would see you again either” you say giving Charles an apologetic look. This is the one thing you should have told him. The real reason you came to Monaco the first time. 

A few years back you were madly in love with Leonardo. You both met in New York, his mom used to Co-own the magazine company with your mother. Everything was perfect, whenever you thought about getting married you always pictured him waiting at the altar. So you agreed to move back home with him in Monaco, that's when your relationship started falling apart. He would come home late and blame it on the crazy traffic “so many tourists” he would say, trying to use it as an excuse. You believed him. Until one day you walked in the house and found him fucking some random girl. Your world came down and you swore to never return, he ruined you, you were a mess after the incident. You always turned down anything to do with Monaco in fear you would run into him in the small country. Charles dragging you here is what made you come to love Monaco, you realized the only bad thing here was Leo.

Charles looks at you, confusion and a hint of hurt crossing his face. He had no idea about your past with the man who had suddenly appeared. He remains silent, watching the interaction between you and Leo. “I couldn't believe it when I first read the articles and saw that you got married to a F1 driver,” he says, looking back and forth to you and charles. “Well unexpected things can happen” you say, giving him a fake smile. “How is she?” Leo asks Charles. “Well she's better with me than she ever was with you” Charles replied. He took a gamble with his response, he knew nothing about the man standing at your table, but by the look on your face he could tell you wanted him gone. 

“Hmm right, I'm sure she told you all about me, I just can't believe you convinced her to move back” he says laughing. “Just go leo, there's nothing we need to talk about, besides, i know you have bad luck and get stuck in traffic” you say glaring at him. “I will go, but not because you're telling me to. Tiffany is waiting in the car, you’ve met her Y/N." Leo says smiling as he nudges your shoulder and leaves. You hold in your breath as he says the last few words, assuming she's the girl you caught him with. Charles watches the exchange between you and Leo, his jaw clenching tighter with each word spoken. He can sense the tension in the air, the history that lies between you and Leo. His mind is racing with questions

Charles is left speechless as he processes what just happened. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He stares at Leo as he leaves the restaurant. Finally, he turns to you, his gaze a mix of confusion and hurt. "What the hell was that?" he snaps, his voice barely above a murmur. “Can we just go, i'll explain on the way home” You say as you stand up. Charles lets out a deep breath, his hands clenched into fists. "Yeah," he mutters, getting up from his seat. "Let's just go."

The walk home is filled with an uncomfortable silence. Charles's mind is reeling with questions, his body tense with anger. He glances over at you, his jaw set in a tight line as he listens silently to you laying out the details of your past with Leo. His eyes stay fixed on the sidewalk. When you finish speaking, the walk falls quiet again as Charles processes everything he's just heard. “I'm sorry i should have told you” you say breaking the silence. Charles sighs, his grip on his fist loosening slightly. "Yeah, you should have," he says, his voice betraying a hint of hurt. "I can't believe you kept something like that from me, especially with all the time we've spent together”. “I didn't think it would be important for you to know,” you say, slightly agitated. Charles turns to you, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger. "You didn't think it was important for me to know about your ex-boyfriend who lives in Monaco?" he says, his voice strained. "You don't think that's something I should've known about?" your eyes tear up “How was i supposed to know we would run into him” Charles glances at you, seeing the tears welling up in your eyes. He takes a deep breath, his hand twitching slightly as he fights the urge to reach out to you. "Yeah, whatever" he mutters, his tone softening a bit. "But it still would've been nice to know that I could’ve been confronted by your ex at some point".  “You don't get to be mad with me about this, you also didn't tell me about Alex, or how you still love her” 

Charles bristles at your words, his jaw clenching at the mention of Alexandra. "That's different," he snaps, his eyes flickering between you and the road. "I eventually told you where my feelings stand. You never told me anything about Leo". You hold back tears, “There was no point in telling you anyways, there's only 2 weeks left before I never have to see you again”  Charles’ heart clenches at your words, the reality of the situation washing over him yet again. He lets out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, that's right. Two more weeks of pretending until we can go back to our separate lives, right?" “Don't make me regret agreeing to this” you say as tears run down your eyes. You watch the anger and hurt falter from Charles at the sight of your tears. His heart aches at the sight of your pain, and he feels a pang of guilt for lashing out at you. He lets out a deep sigh. "I don't want you to regret anything," he mutters, his voice softer now.

The rest of the walk is silent until you reach home. 

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Charles follows you upstairs and into his bedroom. The room is quiet, the only sound coming from the soft hum of the air. He closes the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment as he gazes at you. You walk over to the nightstand, taking off your earrings before glaring back at him. He watches you silently for a few moments, his eyes tracing the lines of your face. He looks conflicted, a mix of anger and longing on his expression. After a moment, he crosses the room and sits down on the edge of the bed, gesturing for you to join him. You comply and join him, letting out a sigh as you sit down next to him, the mattress sinking under your combined weight. He reaches out tentatively, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice full of remorse. "I shouldn’t have gotten angry”. You let the silence linger a bit before replying “It’s fine, I should have told you.” Charles looks down at your joined hands, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin. "Yeah, you should have," he says quietly. "But I can understand why you didn’t. It’s not exactly easy to talk about past relationships”. You dont reply and simply rest against him. He hesitates for a moment before gently wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer, watching as you turn your head up to look at him. He looks down at you, his eyes meeting yours.

He takes in the sight of your face, so close to his own. His gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes and your lips, his heart starting to race. Charles can feel the heat radiating off your body, the sound of your breathing filling his ears. He looks down at you, his lips parting slightly as he fights the desire to close the distance between you. He clenches his jaw, his hand unconsciously tightening around your waist, his other hand on your cheek feels warm and soft. His thumb tracing small circles on your skin. He pulls your face closer, now just inches apart. He inhales deeply, the scent of your perfume filling his nostrils. 

“Charles we ca-” Charles’ hand moves from your cheek to your chin, holding it tightly. "Shut up, shut up Y/N. Stop reminding me that I can't have you". His words leave you shocked, you expected him to let go like he's done other times, but part of you is glad he didn't. “Kiss me” you whisper. Charles's heart thunders in his chest, his breaths quickening at your words. For a moment he hesitates, warring with his own feelings, but in the end, he gives in. His hand slides from your face to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he jumps at the sound of someone knocking the bedroom door. You also jump at the sudden noise ruining the moment. “We’re home” Arthur yells through the door. Charles lets out a curse word under his breath as he hears Arthur's voice from the other side of the door. He reluctantly pulls away from you, his hand sliding off your neck as he calls out, "Okay whatever”. 

You slightly move away from Charles as you laugh. He shoots you a mock-annoyed look, his lips twitching in a faint smile despite his best efforts. "Oh, you think it’s funny, huh?" he teases, crossing his arms over his chest. “We can never have a moment can we” you say smiling. Charles lets out a short laugh, his arms dropping back to his sides. "No, apparently not," he mutters, shaking his head. "Someone’s always interrupting us”. Without hesitation you bluntly speak your thoughts “i wish i could remember the night we hooked up”. Charles almost chokes on his own breath at your sudden words. His mind goes blank for a moment as he processes what you just said. Then, he laughs hoarsely. "Y/N, you can't just say things like that without warning”. “Please, I know you've also thought the same thing”. Charles is speechless for a moment, rendered speechless by your comment. He has thought it, the memory of that night a blur due to all the alcohol that was consumed. But hearing you say it out loud, without any hint of embarrassment, throws him off. He shakes his head, a mixture of amusement and desire flickering in his eyes. 

WEEK 2 DAY 7

The days pass and Sunday, the day of the party, quickly approaches. Charles' mom is in a frenzy, preparing for the event. Charles himself is nervous, the thought of seeing Alexandra again making him visibly uneasy. 

The night approaches and both you and Charles get ready in his room. Charles stands in front of the mirror in the bedroom, adjusting his tie. He glances at you, taking in your appearance. "You look good," he says quietly, a hint of a smile on his face. “Thank you” you reply while trying to cover the blush creeping in on your face. “We should probably head downstairs” you suggest as you walk towards him. Charles's eyes move over your figure. He swallows, his mind flashing back to the memories of you almost kissing him yesterday. Charles nods, tearing his gaze away from you. "Yeah, we should," he mutters. He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the night ahead. He holds out his hand for you to take. "Ready?" You take his hand and smile as you walk towards the party. 

The Party is buzzing with chatter and laughter of guests, music playing in the background. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the sparkle of champagne. Charles tightens his grip on your hand as you walk further into the room, his eyes scanning the crowd. 

A few minutes go by and not much has happened yet. Just random guests congratulating you or boring you with small talk. While Charles is talking to one of the guests, you whisper “I'm going to go get a drink” in his ear. Charles nods, understanding your need to escape the boring talk for a moment. "Yeah, okay" He lets go of your hand reluctantly, his fingers lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. You leave and make your way to the drink station. As you’re pouring yourself a drink you think about how in a few hours this whole situation was going to end in a week. You were going to miss Charles more than you wanted to admit, your mind thought back to the conversation you had with him about how it was “never going to work” but maybe it could work. He made you happy and you needed to accept that. You need to stop pushing him away. So you decided on telling him how you felt tonight. 

But as you come back with your drink, you notice Charles engaged in conversation with Alexandra. They're standing close together, their faces mere feet apart. Charles' expression is polite and guarded, Alex's lips twisted in a smile. Fuck you thought to yourself. The stupid “plan” of letting Charles flirt with Alex to win her back had completely slipped your mind. What if maybe he did want to get the divorce?, after all there he was talking with her. 

Charles turns at the sound of your footsteps approaching, his eyes locking on yours as you come to a stop next to him. A flicker of nervousness passes over his face, replaced quickly by a neutral expression. Alexandra looks up at you, her smile faltering slightly as she takes in your presence. “Hey” you say politely greeting the woman your husband was going to eventually leave you for. "Hey," Alexandra says, her voice cool and aloof. Her gaze moves between you and Charles, a hint of contempt in her eyes. Charles stays silent, his hand unconsciously clenching at his side. “I’m Y/N” you say, extending your hand to greet her. Alexandra looks at your hand, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your gesture. After a moment, she reaches out and shakes your hand, her grip strong and deliberate. "I'm Alexandra," she says with a harsh tone “I used to date Charles”. He watches the interaction between you and Alexandra, his jaw clenching at the slight hostility coming from her. He doesn't like the way she's looking at you, the jealousy in her eyes. “I know,” You respond in a calm tone before turning to Charles “i hope i'm not interrupting anything” "No, of course not," Charles says quickly, shaking his head. He glances at Alexandra, who purses her lips and says nothing.

You softly smile “well i'm going to excuse myself, enjoy the party”. Charles reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you back. "Wait," he says urgently, his voice low. “What” you whisper back. He leans in close to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't go," he murmurs, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. "Please." You swallow as you say words you don't mean “This is your chance to win her back Charles. It will help our little divorce story”. Charles looks torn at your words, his gaze flickering between you and Alexandra. His heart is torn between wanting to keep you with him and wanting to keep up the façade and follow through with a plan he doesn't even want part in. He's only agreeing because he thinks you’re never going to give him a chance. Not with the way you dont let him touch you or say sweet things to you, and how you always have to remind him none of this is real, and you never gave him any hope that this would  last more than 4 weeks you agreed to spend with him before going back to Vegas and finalizing the divorce.  

"I know," he mutters, his voice strained. "Just... don't go too far. Stay somewhere I can see you." You nod and make your way through the crowd of people. Charles watches you walk away, his heart heavy with mixed emotions. He turns back to Alexandra, who is watching you leave with a hint of happiness in her eyes. 

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A few hours pass and Chales and Alex are still talking with each other. You can't stand the sight of him making her laugh or how her hand lingers too long on his arm. You need a distraction from this, so you make your way to the bathroom, taking a moment to compose yourself. Your heart is racing with a mix of emotions, the sight of them together stirring up feelings of jealousy and pain you never thought you would experience at the hands of a fake relationship. You make the irrational decision and decide to pull out your phone and dial Leo's number. 

“Hey leonardo, its Y/N” 

Leo picks up on the other end of the line, his voice deep and smooth. "Hey Y/N, what's up?"

“I sent you my location, can you meet me here” 

Leo's curiosity is piqued at your request. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a few minutes".

“Hurry” is all you say before hanging up the call. A sense of dread washing over you. 

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You check your phone and see that Leo has texted you, letting you know that he's arrived. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you're about to do. Leo walks in through the door, his eyes scanning the room as he takes in the sight of the party. He spots you immediately, his face breaking into a smile as he walks over to you. “Hi” you say in a low voice. "Hey," Leo replies, his voice just as low. He glances around, making sure no one is eavesdropping on your conversation. "What's going on? Finally realized I'm better than that F1 driver?" he says laughing. Why, just why did you have to do this.”'Let's talk somewhere more private” You say as you drag him to a vacant room. 

As Charles continues talking with Alex, his eyes instinctively drift towards you. He observes you in the distance, walking with someone to the empty room. A puzzled expression forms on his face as he wonders who you even know at the party. Minutes go by, and Charles notices that you haven’t left the room. His curiosity piqued, a sense of worry creeping in, he excuses himself from the conversation and makes his way towards the room you’re in."

You and Leo walk through the crowd, Leo following you as you lead the way to an empty room. As you enter, you shut the door behind you, the noise from the party outside quickly fading to a low murmur. “I just need to get my mind off him” You say as you walk closer to him. Leo looks at you, a hint of curiosity and confusion in his eyes as you approach. “What exactly is the reason you invited me here?" You close the distance between both of you “I don't know” you whisper. He grabs your face “Want me to kiss you?”

 Charles was simply talking to Alex, nothing more, yet here you were about to kiss your ex, all because you don't believe Charles actually likes you. 

You nod at Leo's words, but as he's about to close the distance you hear the door open. 

Charles enters the room, his footsteps halting suddenly as he takes in the sight before him. His eyes widen in shock as he sees you and Leo so close together. He stands frozen for a moment, unable to speak. His mind is racing, processing the scene before him. He looks from you to Leo, anger and hurt warring in his expression. “I- I can e- Charles it's not what you think” You say as you back away from Leo. Charles clenches his jaw, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The sight has struck him like a blow to the gut, bringing up a tidal wave of emotions. He says nothing as he grabs your wrist and drags you up the stairs to his room. 

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12:00 AM WEEK 3 DAY 1 

Charles pushes you into the room, the door slamming shut behind you with a loud thud. The room is plunged into silence for a moment as he turns to face you, his expression a storm of conflicting emotions. “Charles, I'm sorry” you say as you turn around to face him. He stares at you with dark eyes and an intense stare. "Sorry?" he repeats, his voice low and harsh. "You're sorry for what, huh? For kissing another guy?". Tears formed in your eye “I didn't kiss him. And even if i did it's not like we are actually together”. Charles lets out a strangled laugh at that, his expression hardening. "Oh, so that makes it okay then? You could just kiss whoever you want because we're not together?" Silence lingers before you speak up “I saw you talking to Alex for hours and i got jealous, i acted on impulse i fucked up i know”. Charles takes a step towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. "Because that's what you wanted me to do, try and fall in love with her so the divorce can have a reason behind it” He yells “But did you ever think that I don't want to leave you”. His words still somehow caught you by surprise. 

“What?” you whisper. Charles lets out a sigh, his hand raking through his hair. "Jesus, do I really have to spell it out for you?" he snaps. "I don't want to leave you, I never did. I want to be with you, always. But you... you always turned me down. Did you even think about how I would feel?".

“You told me you still loved her” you reply.  Charles scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. "Love her?" he says, his voice dripping with bitterness. "I said that to see if you would just finally admit your possible feelings for me. But It was all an act, a performance to please you so we could have an “excuse” for our divorce. ... You were the one I truly want”. “I'm sorry” is all you manage to say. Despite everything his eyes soften slightly as he looks at you. "Sorry doesn't fix everything, you know," he mutters, his voice laced with a hint of pain. “I wasn't thinking, I was jealous of her, I thought she was the one you wanted, and you’ve been with her longer and know her better. I didn't think I stood a chance next to her” Charles's expression softens further as he hears your words. "You thought I didn't want you?" he asks, his voice quieter now. "That I'd rather be with her than you?" He takes a step closer to you, his eyes roaming over your face. "You've really been that blind?" he asks, a hint of disbelief in his tone. "All this time, you really thought I didn't want you?" He reaches out, tentatively taking your hand in his. “You tried to tell me so many times, in so many ways. Yet i never tried to give us a chance” you whisper

Charles nods, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "Yeah, I tried. But you didn't listen," he says, his voice a mixture of anger and resignation. "You were so fixated on the divorce, on this act, that you didn't see the genuine feelings I had for you." You say nothing, you simply just look into his eyes. Charles lets out a sigh, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "Did you really think all those looks, all those little moments between us, were just pretend?" he asks, his voice quiet but laced with a hint of hurt. “I’ve always felt something for you” you finally admit. Charles's breath hitches at your words, his eyes searching your face. "Do you really mean that?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. You nod “I tried to avoid the feelings because I was scared about what the media and your fans would say, and I didn't want to keep up the lie of how we met but I don't care, I don't care anymore because all I know is that I want you”  

HIs expression softens further as he hears your confession, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "You idiot," he mutters, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You wasted all this time trying to deny what you really want, all because you were scared of what other people would think?"

You can't help but laugh at your stupid actions. Charles smiles at the sound of your laughter, the tension in the room slowly beginning to ease. "You just had to make everything so complicated, didn't you?" he teases, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. “I won't mess up again” you say leaning into his touch. Charles's eyes hold a fierce determination as he speaks, his hand still resting on your cheek. "I hope not, because I'm not going to let anyone or anything come between us again. No more lies, no more hiding. Just you and me." You smile at his words “I like that idea”. Charles grins at your response, his hand sliding down to cup your chin. "Good," he says, his voice taking on a huskier tone. "Because I've been dreaming about having you all to myself for far too long”. 

You feel a sense of desire wash over you as he speaks. Now that both of you have made it clear where your feelings stand, you can finally give in to the attraction you have for him. The desire that you've been trying to convince yourself doesn't exist. “You know… everyone is downstairs so no one is going to interrupt us if we kiss” you tell Charles in a low seductive voice. Charles's grin widens at your suggestion, his eyes darkening with need. "Finally. no interruptions" he responds, his tone matching yours. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist as his lips move towards yours. You spent so much time pushing him away so it's only fair that you make the first move. After 3 weeks since the last kiss, your lips meet again. Charles responds eagerly, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. There is a hint of desperation in the way he kisses you, as if he's trying to make up for the time he's lost. His hands slide your lower back, pulling you against his body. Neither of you care about the party downstairs.  

The kiss deepens, Charles's tongue tangling with yours as he devours your mouth. The only sound in the room is the mingled gasps and moans as the kiss becomes more intense and passionate. “I need you” you whine as you break the kiss. Charles's eyes widen at your words, a primal desire igniting within him at the needy tone of your voice. He tightens his grip on you, his hands roaming your body without restraint. "You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you to say that" he says as his lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. You guide Charles backwards, never breaking the contact of his lips on your skin. You steer him towards the bed, your movements purposeful and full of want. As the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, he pushes you onto the bed, climbing on top of you in one fluid motion. You waste no time, you quickly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. His breathing quickens at your actions, his body responding eagerly to your touch. His hands roam your body, desperate to once again feel your skin against his. He nips and kisses at your lips as he pushes your dress up over your head, discarding it carelessly on the floor beside the bed. 

“Please touch me” you say in between kisses. Charles' eyes darkened at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Oh now you want me to touch you" he says, his voice thick with lust and humor. His mouth continues its descent, his tongue tracing a path over your chest and down to your stomach. His hands move lower, gripping the waistband of your panties, as if silently asking for permission. You eagerly nod watching his fingers quickly push them down over your hips, leaving you bare. His eyes roam over your body, a look of pure hunger in his gaze. “So beautiful,” he whispers. Charles stands up to take off his pants, his eyes watching you intently as he throws them aside. He shifts his body as he comes near you again, pressing himself against you, his skin now flush against yours. His hands wander down to your hips, gripping them possessively as he pulls you closer. You moan at the feeling of having him pressed up against you. Charles smiles at you , his eyes fixated on yours. "Just relax, I've got you." He lifts himself up with one arm, his eyes roaming over your body as he positions himself with your entrance. 

You can't help but moan at the feeling of him going inside of you. He looks down at you, his eyes locking on yours as he slowly applies speed, his lips parting slightly as he lets out a gasp. "Are you okay?" he asks huskily, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah” you reply in a shaky breath as you watch him thrust into you. Charles groaned, his head falling back as he felt you on him. “O-oh fuck.” He gasps, his hands automatically moving to your hips guiding your moves. 

After moments of continuing like this you feel yourself reaching your high “Charles in gonna…” you say in between your sounds of pleasure. Charles smiles at you “Fuck, me too” he says, his voice desperate. His thrusts become harder making you both reach your climax. He moans against your ear as you move your hips to ride out your high. 

“I needed that for so long” you moan as Charles lays next to you, his chest heaving with exhausted breaths. He nuzzles his face into your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your body. 

“Could have done this a lot sooner ” he says, his voice hoarse and raw. “Whatever” you say as you chuckle. Charles moves away from your neck, his eyes looking into yours with a warm expression before speaking. “I'm sure this made it clear but i don't want to go back to vegas, i don't want to get divorced”  You grin widens at his words, your eyes lighting up with pleasure. “Is that so?” you say, your tone light and teasing. “You’re sure you don’t want to go back to pretending we’re in love?” you joke. Charles laughs at your words “Stop it” he says as he pokes your side. You laugh along with him, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sorry, sorry," you say, your tone unapologetic. "I just couldn't resist. But in all seriousness,” you continue, your expression growing more sincere. “I don't want a divorce either. I want you, all of you. For real this time”. 

“No more pushing me away,” he says in a low voice.

You shake your head, your eyes fixed intently on his. "No more pushing you away," you agreed, your voice firm and unwavering. "No more games, no more secrets. Just us, no pretending, no Vegas." You smile as you continue your sentence “But when we meet someone new, and they ask about us. Will we still keep up the lie on how we met?” you ask Charles. He laughs at your question “Well yes, we still can't have anyone finding out the truth”. You nod your head in understandment “Well then there's still one more person we need to lie to” 

Charles raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth “Yeah? who?”

“My mom, in New York” You reply smiling 

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A/N: Finally the end! I really hope you guys enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed and loved writing it. I'm new to the writing community and the love you guys have showed me is amazing and it really motivates me. Thank you <3.

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[nb-octopus-writes]

once you're in the hive, the other bees assume you're supposed to be there

[Masterpost]

Summary:

Virgil accidentally gets absorbed by his best friend's brother's polycule.

In his defense, they keep feeding him every time they see him, and Patton's cooking is really good.

Chapter 1: Halloween Party

Wordcount: 1.9K

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There are a lot of people Virgil doesn't know at this party. Remus is here, somewhere, and Virgil needs to find him again before the party ends, because Remus was his ride and he doesn't want to get left here. Janus is here too though, and Virgil doesn't think Janus would let Remus leave without him, and he's sure Remus wouldn't desert Janus, so he's trying not to worry too much about the fact that he doesn't currently know where Remus is.

But that's it for people Virgil knows, and Remus didn't even bother to introduce him to anyone before fucking off to who knows where, and Virgil’s certainly not going to walk up to a random stranger and introduce himself, so he's currently appreciating the snack table. If he's eating or deliberating on what to eat next, he can't be expected to talk to anybody, right?

“’Scuse me, itsy bitsy,” someone says from behind him, and Virgil turns to see a vaguely familiar man in a dazzling prince costume holding a fresh plate of deviled eggs.

Virgil moves so that the prince dude can set the plate down on a clear spot on the table, and frowns. “I'm taller than you, Princey.”

Prince dude shrugs, plucks one of the eggs up, and takes a large bite. “Lucky you, or we'd've had to ask you to vacate the premises,” he says. “No little spiders allowed, real or fake.”

Which, yeah, now that he's mentioned it, Virgil had noted an extreme lack of spider-themed decorations, which is unusual for Halloween. Usually there'd at least be spiderweb cupcakes, but the cupcakes at this party are mostly cute ghosts.

There's probably a good reason for that, Virgil realizes with a sinking feeling. “Should I change?”

“You got another costume handy, or were you planning on spinning a spider-silk cocoon and metamorphosing into a butterfly?”

Virgil grimaces. “No,” he admits.

Prince Dude considers him. “It's not very realistic,” he says, which is true. Virgil hadn't been going for realism, he'd been going for passable costume I can make on short notice. He's wearing black jeans and a black hoodie, and he'd cut some pool noodles in half and wrapped them in more black cloth and stuck them to his back for the other four legs. It had been a pain to get them to stay in place properly, actually, and he'd ended up sewing their wrappings to the back of his hoodie in order to keep them where he wanted them. He'd been pretty proud of it, given that Remus had dropped “we're going to a costume party at my brother's house” on him like an hour beforehand, but now he's wishing he'd come up with any other idea. He could have put a sheet over his head and been a ghost, or something. Granted, that would have required him to have a sheet that was both white and that he was willing to cut holes in, which he didn't, but still.

Prince Dude continues to quietly scrutinize Virgil, and he wants to squirm under his gaze. Eventually, the guy shrugs and says, “Might be best to ask the scaredy-cat himself. Wait here, I'll be back.” And he saunters off before Virgil can answer.

For lack of anything better to do, Virgil picks up a deviled egg and shoves the whole thing in his mouth. It's really tasty, actually, and now he's wishing he'd taken smaller bites rather than horking it down in one.

Virgil had thought that Princey was just being mean with the “scaredy-cat” thing, but the guy he's talking to now actually is dressed as a calico cat. Prince Dude points back at Virgil, and Mister Calico Cat glances in his direction, then turns back to Princey. Virgil can't hear what they're saying, but he supposes Prince Dude must've asked Calico if Virgil’s costume was too creepy crawly scary.

They talk for way longer than Virgil had expected, and he can't tell if Calico's response was more like “No, he's fine,” or more along the lines of “Yes, that's terrifying, please have him removed immediately from my sight and also my home.”

He occupies himself with another deviled egg. If he's going to get kicked out, he might as well enjoy some more of this tasty food first.

Oh, fuck. Remus.

Remus isn't going to want to leave early just to take Virgil home, and Virgil still doesn't know where he even is! Fuck!

Well, Remus could have warned him not to be a spider, so if Virgil gets kicked out of the party it'll be at least partly Remus's fault. Virgil doesn't know anybody here, but Remus knows at least half these people, and if Calico’s spider aversion is enough that there are no spider-themed decorations in the house on Halloween, that sounds like the kind of thing Remus would know about.

Granted, Remus revels in being gross and annoying, but still! He's not a total dick. He should have told Virgil.

Fucker.

Calico vanishes into the other room, and Prince Dude comes back over to Virgil. He doesn't look like he's about to kick Virgil to the curb, at least. Virgil braces himself anyway.

“Good news!” Princey says with a grin. “Li’l Mister Muffet says you don't look like a creepy crawly death dealer and he doesn't have the urge to remove you with arson!”

Virgil blinks. “...gooood?” he says slowly. He hadn't even considered kill it with fire being a potential response to his costume. That would have been worse than just getting kicked out of the party, actually.

“Honestly you're much more Doc Ock in silhouette, Spider-Man,” Princey continues. “That helps a lot.”

Virgil glances back at where Prince Dude and Calico had been chatting. “So he didn't leave the room because he can't stand the sight of me?” he asks anyway.

“Nah, he wanted to make another plate of horse devours,” Princey says, reaching past Virgil to grab a cupcake off the table. This one has a little frosting bat.

“A plate of what?” Virgil says, because surely he didn't hear that right.

“Little snacks,” Prince Dude clarifies instead of repeating himself. “Our fridge is crammed with delicious bits and bobs. It's been so hard to resist the temptation to eat them before the party.” He bites appreciatively into his cupcake, then adds with his mouth full, “You'd think he wouldn't notice what with how much he made, but nooo, sneak one chocolate covered cherry before party time and it's a lengthy scolding for you!” Princey sighs dramatically, then cheerfully devours the rest of his cupcake.

“...hors d'oeuvres?” Virgil says hesitantly.

“Yeah, a couple ordervs of deviled eggs, cheese and crackers, and those scrumptious little pinwheel things,” Princey says. Virgil’s not sure if Princey actually doesn't know how hors d'oeuvres is pronounced, or if he's messing with him, but then Princey gives him a mischievous grin that one, confirms that yes, Princey does know what he's doing, and two, is so familiar that it freezes Virgil in place as the pieces click together in his brain.

The lack of a mustache makes Prince Dude's face look different, and so does the way he did his makeup, and he carries himself differently, but it's undeniable all the same: Virgil knows that grin.

This is Remus's twin brother.

Now that he's connected the dots (you haven't connected shit) the family resemblance is clear even to Virgil’s honestly rather faceblind eyes.

This is Remus's brother, and it's his house they're partying at.

… Virgil doesn't remember the guy's name.

Fuck, he should've made sure he at least knew who the party hosts were, especially the one related to his mischief goblin of a best friend.

Well he can't exactly ask now, can he?

“Also like, five types of cupcakes,” Princey continues, oblivious to Virgil’s inner turmoil. “Seriously, have you tried the cupcakes? Chef Boiardelightful made multiple separate batches of different flavors, from scratch. And they're all delicious!”

Virgil smirks. “And did you try to snitch them before the party too?”

Princey gasps theatrically, pressing a hand to his chest. “How could you accuse me of such a thing!?” he protests with exactly as much dramatic emotion as Virgil would expect from Remus's twin. “For your information, I did not! I merely sampled a portion of the batter left on the spatula after the cupcakes had gone into the oven. Also some of the frosting.”

“He means that he licked the bowls clean,” says a new voice, and Virgil does not jump out of his skin, thank you very much. And even if he did jolt a little, it's nothing to the startled squawk Princey emits.

Calico's back, holding a platter of little finger sandwiches on toothpicks. He offers them up to Virgil, who takes one. “Thanks.”

“No worries, kiddo!” Calico says cheerfully, and puts the rest of the platter down on the snack table. Princey plucks up two sandwiches by their toothpicks, and gets a stern look in response. “Make sure to leave some for the guests,” Calico scolds.

“My delightful and beloved Patissier,” Princey says, cupping Calico's face gently with his free hand. “I assure you that each of our guests could have a heaping plateful of food and we would still have leftovers until next Tuesday. No-one will be going home hungry.”

It really is an impressive spread. Everything Virgil’s tried has been really good. Remus really could have played up the ‘free food’ angle more when trying to convince Virgil to come. If he'd known the food would be this good, then overriding his usual party-related reservations—it's gonna be loud, there will be a lot of people, I don't know anybody, etc—would have been a lot easier. Then again, Virgil probably wouldn't have believed him. He'd mostly been expecting pizza and cheap beer, honestly, not– not homemade delicacies.

The tiny sandwich Calico gave him is lightly toasted, with some kind of sliced-meat-and-cream-cheese filling, and a little green leafy garnish on top. It definitely looks much fancier than most things Virgil eats, and he can understand why Calico doesn't want Princey to eat them all. That probably took a decent amount of effort. He almost feels bad eating it himself, except that Calico had offered it to him specifically, and it would probably be more rude at this point to not eat it.

“Are you sure my costume is okay?” Virgil asks, interrupting the minor squabble Princey and Calico had fallen into.

“Oh, yes, you're fine,” Calico assures him. “Trust me, if you were pinging my brain as an actual spider I wouldn't be in the room right now, let alone standing next to you.”

“Really, cause most cats I know would eat a spider soon as look at it,” Virgil quips, and is rewarded with Calico laughing.

“That wouldn't be very good host-ly of me, now would it?” he says. “I would never eat a guest!”

“Not unless they're a reptile with scallions,” Princey teases, and Calico flushes.

“Hey!” he protests, swatting Princey's shoulder with one hand and trying to cover his extremely red face with the other. Virgil wonders what the reference was, exactly, but doesn't think it's his place to ask. It seems rather personal, from how hard Calico is blushing.

…maybe he'll ask Remus later if he knows what the story there is.

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Chapter 2: The Morning After

[vodika-vibes]

I seriously love your work and I’m so glad I caught your follower celebration in time!! May I please have jonquil and coriander with Captain Rex and F!Reader? Reader is a mechanic for the 501st? And Rex secretly loves her and carries her back to her quarters when she dozes off at her workstation in the hangar after long nights post-campaigns when she’s exhausted and is insanely curious about her tattoos that peek out from under her coveralls?

It's A Secret

Summary: You want Rex. Rex wants you. It takes a long night and a short conversation to make either of you do anything about it.

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 1619

Warnings: Smutty, though there's no actual detail

Prompts: Jonquil - you occupy my thoughts, Coriander - lust

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is okay! The actual smut didn't feel right for some reason, so I ended up deleting it. Sorry. 😔

You release an exhausted noise as you finish the last of the items on your list. As much as you enjoy your job, and as much as you appreciate the fact that you’re useful to the war effort, it’s still exhausting.

You end each day with aching muscles and an exhausted brain. 

And while you’re glad for it, it makes it easy to sleep, you’re more than ready for the war to be over. Partly because you haven’t had a proper spa day in what feels like forever, but mostly because you’re worried for the boys you serve with, and you want them to take a break.

They deserve a break.

You stretch your arms over your head with a groan. All you have to do is clean up your mess and then you’re free for the night. Free to shower and crash.

Ugh, imagine having time for fun.

“Still hard at work, I see.” 

You turn on your stool and beam at the man standing only a little bit away from you, “Captain! Welcome back.”

“Thanks,” Rex absently rolls his shoulder as he walks over to you, and you can’t help but marvel at how handsome he is. Sure, he looks like all of his brothers, but there’s something…regal about him.

It’s insanely attractive.

“Any word from up high on how much longer we’re going to be here?” You ask as you hop from your stool and start cleaning up, “I’m not sure how much longer the equipment is going to tolerate the muck.” You say with a scrunch of your nose.

Rex laughs quietly as he claims your abandoned stool, “The equipment or you, mesh’la?”

“Both!” You spin and point at him with a wrench, “The equipment is absorbing my bad vibes. I’m so tired of the muck!”

Rex laughs a little louder, “Sadly, we’re going to be here for a couple months more.”

“I deserve hazard pay.” You announce as you turn and throw your wrench into its place, and then walk back to your bench and organize some things that stay on your table. 

“Mm, sure you do.” 

You turn away from him and sigh at the mess that is the shelving. You really don’t have time to deal with this during the day, but it needs to be done. So you take a steadying breath, and pull your hair up off your neck into a knot, and you start to work.

Though, you pause when you hear Rex make a strangled noise.

“Something wrong?”

“Is that a tattoo on your neck?” Rex asks, his voice sounding odd.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. I have a bunch of them. Just, they’re normally hidden under my jumpsuit.” You flash a small grin at him, and then turn your back towards him.

“Huh. I didn’t know you had any.” Rex admits, and you turn back to look at him when you hear him get to his feet, “I should go make sure that Fives isn’t harassing Jesse too much. Don’t work too hard, Mesh’la.”

“Sure, sure.” You wave him off,  “I have to finish this, though. So I’ll be here for a while.”

And then he’s gone, and you’re able to focus.

Honestly, you’d think that the other mechanics would know how to clean up after themselves.

It’s late. Late enough that even he should be asleep, but Rex is filled with a nervous energy that he can’t seem to shake. 

Well. Not nervous. Not really.

His mind is locked on the flash of blue he caught a glimpse of on his mesh’la’s neck. He is insanely curious about what tattoos she has, and, honestly, the fact that she has tattoos at all only increases his attraction to her. 

And he already fists his cock to the thought of her lips wrapped around him on a nightly basis.

Well.

Not just her lips. 

In any event, he’s wound too tightly to actually get any sleep.

So here he is, wandering the ship, trying to get his mind off his mesh’la and her tattoos, and failing. 

His feet bring him to the hanger, and then to the corner of the hanger where the maintenance team works. Sure, she won’t still be there, but being in her space might help him clear his mind.

Rex stops when he sees his mesh’la dozing at her workbench. 

He should leave. He shouldn’t bother her. She works so hard-

He steps closer to her and brushes some loose hair off of her face. She shouldn’t be sleeping here, it’s not good for her back. He moves his hand to her shoulder, to shake her awake, when she mumbles something in her sleep and buries herself in her arms.

And Rex realizes that he can’t wake her up. 

He knows where her room is, he could carry her to her room, but he doesn’t know the door code. He has no reason to know the door code. The medbay is an option, there are plenty of beds…but Kix’s head will explode if he brings someone there because he doesn’t want to wake her up.

The only other option is his bed.

He stamps down on the images flashing through his mind without really giving them a second thought. She’s tired, overworked, and needs someplace to sleep. He can sleep on the floor or at his desk or something. 

Carefully he lifts her into his arms, and she whines before she rolls towards the warmth of his body.

Well…at least it’s late enough that no one is going to give him a hard time about this. Or her, for that matter.

Rex makes it back to his room in record time, and makes sure that the door is locked behind him, before he carefully settles his mesh’la on his bed. He removes her boots, and sets them next to the bed, and then he covers her with the blanket, and he steps away to sit at his desk.

He powers on his datapad and starts reading through some reports. It’s too bad that she never bothered to change out of her jumpsuit. He really is curious about her tattoos.

You stir when something wakes you up. 

You’re curled around a pillow, though it’s not your pillow. It doesn’t smell like your shampoo, and you slowly realize that you’re not in your room. You blink at the bare wall in utter bafflement, and then you sit up.

“...Rex?”

He looks up from his datapad, and a small smile crosses his face, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“...why am I in your room?” You ask, more confused than upset.

“You fell asleep at your workstation, and I didn’t want to leave you there. And it felt wrong waking you up.” Rex explains.

You glance at your chrono, 2 am “...have you been awake this whole time?”

“...I couldn’t sleep, so-”

You scramble out of the bed, “Rex! You need your sleep!”

“I wasn’t about to sleep in the same bed as you, mesh’la.” Rex points out.

“That’s very sweet, and very respectful, but Rex, I wouldn’t have cared.” You say as you walk over to him and pull him out of his chair, “You’re you.”

“...thank you?”

“I just meant. I trust you. I feel safe with you. I know you would never do anything.” You clarify. 

“Ah.” Rex pauses, “That makes sense.” He lightly pulls his arm out of your hands, and sets his hand on your shoulder, “I would have to lay pretty close to you for us both to fit, mesh’la, practically on top of you.”

You release a frustrated noise, and stand on your toes to kiss the corner of his lips.

He blinks at you, surprised, and then something almost predatory slides through his gaze, “Mesh’la, I want to see your tattoos.” His hand slides to the zipper high at your neck, “Can I see them?”

You frown at him, you just kissed him and he wants to see your tattoos? That’s not at all how you wanted him to react. “Yeah, if you like.”

He eases the zipper all the way down, and then he pushes the rough material off your shoulders. You move to catch the top of your jumpsuit before it falls too far, but Rex is faster than you.

He catches your wrists and allows the material to fall around your feet. Rex brings your hands to his lips and he presses feather light kisses against the pads of your fingers, and you stare at him in awe.

“Rex-”

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” Rex asks, his voice low and rough.

“...tell me.” You whisper up to him. 

Rex’s hands slide up your arms, and then down your slides to lightly grip your hips. “Mm, I fist my cock to you every night.” He breathes out, his grip tight around your hips, “You’re always the first thing I think of when I wake up. I have dreams about burying my cock into you and fucking you into my bed until I’m the only thing on your brain.”

You slide your hands up his chest and then wrap your arms around his neck, “What else?”

He chuckles and he moves his lips to your neck, “Love the idea of marking you up. Making sure everyone knows that you’re spoken for.”

You release a breathless laugh, “Possessive.” 

“Mm, maybe.” He nips at your neck, “I want you in my bed, pretty girl. Naked and wet and needy-” He trails off, dragging his lips from your neck to your ear, “What do you think?”

“Please.” You whisper up to him.

In the end, Rex wasn’t able to see your tattoos until morning as he was a little…distracted.

[osamusbigtits]

osamu likes when he and suna lay on the floor osamu's bedroom and suna plays music from his phone. suna gets the biggest smile when he shows osamu new music he enjoys and osamu likes listening.

most of the time, they stay quiet. content to just listen to the songs, absorb the rhythms, take in the lyrics.

and osamu assumes today is one of those days.

until suna asks a question that gives osamu pause.

"do you ever think that everyone around you actually hates you? even when you know they love and care about you?"

osamu takes a moment to roll the question around in his mind. he knows his mom cares about him. he's never thought she's hated him, he's mostly been scared that his actions will lead to her hatred. not that he's ever really sure there would be anything to lead to that.

atsumu could never truly hate osamu. just as osamu could never truly hate atsumu.

now that he thinks about it, anyone he's ever doubted has been removed from his life without a second glance.

"no," osamu replies. "I haven't ever felt that way."

when suna doesn't reply after a few songs, osamu turns to look at suna.

suna's frowning at the ceiling, obviously lost in thought. osamu would point out the tears welling in suna's eyes if he wanted to ruin the moment completely.

osamu scoots closer and places his hand on suna's. "you can always ask me, yknow? and I'll tell you if I hate you. but I'm sure the answer will always be no."

suna's frown relaxes. "okay."

"you could always ask tsumu, too. he'd probably think you're stupid, but he'd also make sure you know you're loved," osamu continues.

suna stays silent. so osamu changes the topic.

"I liked the last song more than the others. not that they're bad. I just thought the beat was fun."

suna breathes, in and out, before answering. "yeah. I like to listen to that one before games."

osamu smiles. "seems like a good hype song. we should make a pre-game hype playlist."

that gets suna to smile and osamu feels like he accomplished something big today.

[koffing-time]

//YEAHH woo cheese is back!!! hi cheese!!! (i mean. we've been in contact) but YEAHHH CHEESE BLOGS ARE BACK

Hey! You're a Poison-type user! This Trubbish won't leave me alone, and I caught him, so he's mine, I think? Is there any way to make him... smell less trashy? Koffing smell too, right? I know that one. So maybe you have some ideas, especially if you're running a café?

-@say-it-with-sizzle

Hi there! first off: congrats! Trubbish are usually not very social pokémon, so being chosen by a wild one is pretty awesome! (that doesn't mean you smell btw)

So, about his smell:

\\headcanon ahead (also long post so i'll make a cut)

Trubbish, like many Poison Types that have unusual diets (Grimer, Varoom etc), their smell and sometimes their appearance depends a lot on what they eat. I've looked at your blog, you're in Nimbassa right? If you caught your Trubbish there, i'm not surprised he smells atrocious. No offense to the people there, but it's a big city with many events and a lot of waste that is pretty disgusting. Imagine a mixture of burnt fireworks and gasoline from the amusement park and musical as well as greasy makeup, half eaten and spoiling food from sport events and whatever unspeakable things can be found in the battle metro? Sounds familiar bc your Trubbish smells exactly like that? (Be glad you didn't catch him in the sewers of castelia lmao)

Yeah... tl:dr get him on a diet that smells better.

You can easily mix some detergents or soaps (with parfume) into his food, he should be quite capable of digesting it and check if there's some stuff that smells bad that he's eaten. There are two things to consider for Trubbish diet though:

1: they need some sort of toxic compounds for their poison type attacks. You should be able to get him a proper assortment from like, cleaning chemicals. Parfumed detergents and stuff, so there is definitely an option for good smell (don't expect too much though, he won't smell like the flower fields near Opelucid). If he doesn't get any of these compounds, he might get stressed at the lack of self-defense options. He'll possibly also try to scavenge public trash cans or stuff like that, and you don't want that for multiple reasons.

2: Trubbish don't do much digestion. They mostly just absorb whatever they eat directly into their body (bonus of being amorphous i guess?) and it stays there until the energy is used up. This means, they often need rotten or spoiling organic food, (or rather the bacteria and molds and stuff) to help break down their (other) food, so they can use more energy quickly. There are foods that smell TERRIBLE when rotting, and other that are... okay-ish, and depending on what you give him, he'll smell similar. Technically they don't need these organic foods, but if they don't have access to them, they grow lethargic and are generally weaker.

Once you change his diet, he possibly won't change his smell significantly for 3 to 4 weeks though, because the stuff usually stays in their body for a longer time than "regular" pokémon.

That being said, please do provide him a proper toxic diet. I mean, he's basically perfectly happy with playing your trashcan. For real, give him food scraps, empty dish soap bottles and stuff like that (keep in mind the smell of whatever it is though). Only giving him (regular) pokémon-food is almost certainly make his life worse and prone to illness, stress and whatnot.

As for Coffee, my Koffing, it's a similar thing. He smells mostly like, well, coffee, because his diet is mostly that. As a result, he's also entirely non-toxic, because he doesn't eat anything that's toxic in the first place. It's really funny how some of the most toxic pokémon in the wild don't produce any toxins themself and just eat them to use them later. Also, Coffee doesn't feel the need to be toxic (i am definitely happy to provide him a proper toxic diet and he knows this). Your trubbish very likely feels different about self defense. So again, please provide him some toxic stuff.

And a little funfact: Koffing sometimes form competing gangs in bigger cities purely based on smell. Owners of Koffing who smell like a certain part of town have to be careful if they go to another one.

[eldritch-spouse]

you mentioning breg and fasma during bregs heat as me wondering (*coughhopingcough) if you have written anything for that.

[I mean- I could, it'll be funny if nothing else!]

TW: Dubious consent at first.

Another day another dollar.

Fasma doesn't really like the things he has to do to make a living- Oh, who is he kidding? He fucking loves it. One day he's gonna die from this shit, but like Hell he cares.

He's glad Ludwig calmed down though, the guy deserves better, he's not scummy enough to steal and scam like Fasma. And he would rather beat someone senseless than actually kill them. Fasma knows he'll never see that pepper-shaped fucker with a gun in his hand. Good for him. Anyway-

He made extra today. Extra cash means an excuse to indulge, which has him sat at the same bar he's always half-melted over. Life is not good but it could be much worse, he thinks as he basically absorbs a whiskey bottle. Ohhh babyyy, here it comes. His head spins. Is he vibrating? Yeah, he might have overdone it. Which is saying something, for someone whose tiny plasma body is basically 80% alcohol these days.

There's a poke to his side. The small monster just groans. One poke becomes two, the three, Fasma only chuckles stupidly before his head is yanked up by one of his tines and he's slapped across the face. It felt soft, but he may just be too hamered to register the full brunt of the impact.

" You know, one of these days I'm just going to let the others eat you. " The bartender gargles. No, he's speaking fine, the alcohol's just floating around in him. Fasma rubs the sides of his head and groans again.

" Go home, you're sad and melting on my counter again. " The last part is more a sneer as Gallon scrapes the white off the wooden surface. He waits for Fasma to pick himself up, tilted to the side as he sways idly. A look of mild discomfort crosses the slime's features.

" Yer such a pain in the ass, why do I even keep comin' here? " The smaller monster grumbles, handing Gallon his membership card.

" My friend, I am unfortunately the only one that will put up with you. " Gallon mock-laments, quickly swiping the card in a nearby terminal and handing it back with a water bottle, tentacle making sure to press it against the other. " Drink. Are you going to waddle home on your own? "

" I ain't payin' fer this. " The other warns, taking a swig nonetheless. " Whadd'ye think I am? Some kinda damsel in distress? No god will ever let me die, Gallon. "

The bartender only snorts.

[...]

By the grace of certainly not anything benevolent, Fasma makes it home mostly in one piece. A little sloppy, but strung together. Victory.

He slams the door behind him in a slurred, drunken blur of movement and immediately tenses at the subsequent snarl that rings out. Someone's angry.

" Breg? " Where did the fucker go? " Pal? " Fuck, the whole house's a mess, what has this little shit been doing the whole day?

Fasma trudges into the living room, blinking at the mess of toppled over shelves and missing couch cushions, even the curtains were torn off! Some of his best grabs lying broken on the floor! In the back of his mind, he knows this is fucked up and something's very wrong. He knows he should just leave- But what if something happened to Breg? Sure, the guy's big and tougher than a fucking armored tank, but he's not invincible. Maybe someone finally figured out where he lives and decided to teach him a lesson, catching the breeder off-guard.

His sloppy footsteps carry him through the hallway, keys thrown at the floor. " 'Ey dickhead- Fuck's sake, Breg, where y- "

He bumps into something in the darkness of the living room. It's cold and smelly and has... Goosebumps? Oh. Oh, is that him? Fasma's about to open his mouth and berate the breeder when another fierce, guttural snarl cuts through the air, sending him all but backwards on his ass.

" B-Buddy? " The plasma monster scoots back, attempting to spot Breg amidst the darkness as he instinctively backtracks to the illuminated hallway.

Breg follows. From the shadows leading to the rest of the apartment emerges a towering, midnight black giant. Full, extended rows of teeth glistening with viscous, foam-like drool, tongue lolling to help the sweaty monster cool off while two fat, swollen cocks twitch and leak a considerable amount of slick to the floor. Something in the older monster withers and dies as he's forced to see Breg in a state of frenzied arousal. Dark eyes linger on his junk, reflexively. Huh, they don't call them breeders for nothing, the plasma monster supposes. Now is not the time for morbid curiosity however, because the gloved drunkard can't tell if he's being looked at by someone who's hungry or horny. Maybe both.

" H- Hey champ, uhhh- Yer not doin' so hot there, are ye? " Fasma tries, beyond uncomfortable and basically this close to shitting himself.

The breeder snorts, seemingly confused by the verbal chatter, mimicking the pitch with isolated vocals and chirps. Oh yeah, he's totally out of his fucking mind already... Now. Fasma knows that a very important survival rule entails not turning your back on a lion, or running from a bear. You don't run from predators unless you want to get chased. But what the fuck else is he supposed to do? Play sitting duck and possibly get eaten alive by this horny freak?! Yeah, no.

With all the grace of maimed roadkill, the plasma monster mimes taking a step towards Breg's left. Then bolts to the right. It disorients the breeder for half a second before Breg's hot on his trail. Fasma sprints aimlessly, sometimes even in circles, his small size being the only saving grace here, as the breeder nearly trips and fumbles trying to catch him. Arms extend, slapping everywhere in hopes of reaching a lightswitch. Sometimes they succeed, other times he just hurts himself. Adrenaline and alcohol make it hard to feel anything more than a light throb however.

Along this game of perverse cat and mouse, even more items are destroyed and a racket is audible to the neighbors as Fasma screams for dear mommy and Breg growls and hisses after him like a brainless animal. At some point, the gloved monster manages to run enough loops around Breg that the breeder's brain fails and he trips over a tilted coffee table, jaws snapping closed around his tongue and forcing a keening whine out as he tumbles to the ground with a small earthquake, coloration reverting to white.

Fasma doesn't have the time to feel sorry or worry about possible trips to an ER, his vision swims and sloshes when he hurriedly stuffs himself inside a kitchen cabinet. The world is spinning, his whole body feels like jelly- He's old and out of shape, God damn it! He can't be pulling shit like this anymore. He's not a twenty-something rapscallion!

Exhaustion steadily takes hold, the plasma monster's thought process slows to a grind and he leans back, just about ready to sleep everything off with no regard for his own safety- Until the cabinet door is ripped off its hinges.

To say Fasma made a little girl's shrill shriek is an understatement. He sounded more like a dying goose the moment a taloned hand yanked him out of his safe space by the neck.

Breg holds him like a squeaky toy. Fasma can see remnants of poorly cleaned blue blood cascading down the breeder's chin from when he apparently bit his own tongue, a deep frown on his deformed face. Yeah no, buddy over here doesn't look too happy.

" B-Breg? " The drunkard tries. " Pal, I'd really like it if ye didn' fuckin' kill me. " Excellent strategy.

The monster in rut, cares little for the meaning behind his prey's vocalizations, leans in to sniff at the creature he can't quite identify. Fasma stays stock still in the other's grasp, watching the gears slowly turn in that shiny hairless head. Threat...? No. Food...? Breg licks up the side of his entire body, rancid saliva-stinking breath nauseating him. No.

Fucktoy...?

The breeder squeezes his entire body. Once. Twice. That eyeless gaze switches between the plasma monster and his own body, particularly the lengths still bobbing in the air after all this time. Fasma's brought a little closer for clumsy evaluation. Alcohol or not, it takes very little for the apparent direction of this situation to click in the black-eyed monster's head.

" Oh no. No no no. Breg?! " Fasma nearly squeals once he's turned upside down. " Are ye fuckin' serious?! I'm more than twice yer age, ye fuckin' loser! " His legs are being spread, he can feel the other sniff and snort, looking for something. " Put me down! Lil' bastard, whaddye think yer- GHK-! "

Something decidedly humid pokes at his pucker. Fasma's entire body freezes in place as the action is repeated over and over, as his own client, the monster he took under his own wing, licks his ass. What the fuck is his life anymore? Fasma flusters, unsure how morally reprehensible this is, not even recalling the last time he got laid. That's no excuse to let Breg slobber on him, but it's also not like he can evade Breg in a rut. A flash of pain and pleasure blinds him the moment the breeder tires of gentleness and pierces his tongue deep into Fasma's ass. It's a mostly exploratory gesture, less concerned with providing pleasure than it is on studying the length of his inner walls and their stretching capacity.

" Hhg- Fuh- Fuckin' pervert! " The smaller one yelps and squirms like a worm on a hook.

Apparently, Breg likes what he finds. Because, with a nauseatingly gross slurp, that drooling appendage is zipped back into place and the plasma monster is lowered to a pulsing deep blue cock. The organ is flushed and almost painful looking in its state of constant arousal, Fasma eyes the ridges and curves of it and gulps, furiously blushing like a virgin. Breg's clumsy, jizz-soaked brain attempts to line Fasma with his girth. But it misses repeatedly.

Instead, the breeder's cock ends up poking and rubbing at a good portion of his hody, marking him with precum as it twitches, seeking more friction. Breg makes a frustrated growl before he finally manages to slot his tip against Fasma's sloppy and drooled hole.

" Lord help me. "

Hah, as if.

Numbed by alcohol and already stretched by the breeder's tongue, Fasma's easily impaled on Breg's dick. It's... An overwhelming sensation. One of the uh, features, of usually being less than half the size of your partners, is that penetration makes him feel like a sock. And honestly, Fasma doesn't even want to look down, because he knows Breg's hilted, and he knows that cock is pushing everything around. So he just groans, which very quickly turns into a sob of overstimulation, fat tears pooling in the corner of his rolling eyes as his hands shake in the breeder's hold and his legs jerk uselessly.

He's so glad he's a plasma monster. If he were some other small, much less flexible type of creature, he would have probably gotten ripped in half from that.

There's no energy in his brain left to form words with, just hideous little noises while the much larger monster hunches and pants in audible, monumental relief. Finally, he's found a barely suitable hole to breed. At first, it almost seems like Breg isn't going to move, shuddering in place while he gets used to the tightness of his new stress reliever. Fasma takes the small mercy to steady his breathing and sag in the other's tight hold, resigning himself to getting fucked by his giant client turned roommate.

There's already too much swimming in his head, he doesn't want to think about how awkward things will be after this. Hell, maybe if he drinks more he'll just mercifully forget Breg used him like a fleshlight. Yeah, let's hope for that.

All of a sudden, a switch must have flicked in the breeder's brain, because his body comes alive with motion and he spreads his legs, lifting Fasma, only to slam him onto his cock again so hard that the poor monster thinks he's going to spit his lungs out. Aside from jostling his brain a little, it takes a moment for Fasma to realize he's hard. It'd be difficult not to, with that beast of a cock brushing everywhere at once. He doesn't have enough breath to scream, but Breg is making more than enough noise for the two of them.

In seconds, the gloved monster is being rapidly fucked onto his rutting friend's member, barely able to see anything past Breg's frequently readjusting claws and the blur of movement. Fasma knows he's drooling, sobbing and moaning and he's pretty sure he came already, but everything's melting together, including himself. He doesn't know for how long this is going on and he can only hear splatters of wetness on the floor while Breg growls hard and starts to whimper, so very desperate to cum.

Eventually, more items are knocked out of the way as Breg sinks to his knees, both hands coiled so tight around Fasma's lithe body that he thinks he's going to pop like a balloon at any moment. His next thrusts are brutal enough to deform the plasma monster, a claw slipping into his mouth when he opens it to shriek in overstimulation. Fasma sputters out what might have been a "wait", hands trying to touch anywhere to grab the breeder's attention, interrupted by more savage pistons until- With a roar loud enough to wake the entire apartment complex, Breg finally climaxes.

It's obscene.

Fasma begins to panic as the throbbing loads apparently never cease, flooding him time and time again until the tiny monster's pretty sure his body is making emergency holes to void cum from. Even his mouth, God he can taste it everywhere, it's behind his eyes, it's in his fucking brain!

Breg pants and clips out moans, a lolling, stupid grin in his face as he impulsively jostles the plasma monster a couple more times to milk his orgasm. In the end, they're both sloppy and dazed, sharing a couple of relatively peaceful moments wherein Fasma slowly dislodges himself from the other's hardness. He collapses on the floor like wet flour and just lays there, ready to pass the fuck out, call it a day.

Unfortunately, there's no such mercy for the poor drunkard.

The breeder flips him around, takes one long look to evaluate his work- More than successful, Fasma's coated in his seed from top to bottom after all- And licks his teeth, yanking him into a tight grasp once again.

Fasma doesn't know whether to sob for mercy or curse the breeder into oblivion when the nasty fucker rubs his right cock on his flustered face, clearly promising the gloved monster that there's a lot more to come.

Why didn't he just stay at the bar?

[herearedragons]

🤔 💭 for Selene and Lorenzo?

(the answers for these two vary wildly depending on the point in their story, so I'm setting this imaginary interview sometime during the timeskip between poe1 and Deadfire)

🤔 THINKING FACE — what three emotions tend to dominate your mindset? do you know why they do?

Selene:

"A lot of the time, I'm not really feeling something - just keeping track of everything that's happening around me, if that makes sense. I reach out to other minds a lot, and it's much easier to do when you're not absorbed in your own emotions.

...That's probably not a very good answer. Hold on. Let me think. Things I feel a lot -

I guess, fear? Not that I'm afraid all the time, but I'm cautious. There's a lot of dangerous things I need to keep track of. Fear is good for that. It's the core of survival.

And then there's - well, I, I still don't really know what to call it. It's the feeling I get when things are going well. Like when I see a cipher I've been training get better. Or when I'm out in the woods, and the weather is good, and it's peaceful. Or when Edér's around.

Joy? Is that joy? I don't know. I don't really feel it like he does; when he's happy about something, it's... bright, and there's a lot of it. It's like a warm wind, or a sunrise. It's different for me, but, whatever it is, it feels nice.

And the last one is anger, I think. It's just that - sometimes, I think about all those things I just talked about, and that nice feeling, and then I think about something, or someone, trying to take that away. And I feel - I know - that I'd do anything, destroy anything, to stop that. Nothing else would matter.

So, yeah. That's three."

Lorenzo:

"...Huh. I just realized that "excited" is the first answer that comes to mind. Not that long ago, I would have had a very different first thought.

I used to be afraid, mostly. Anxious. Waiting for the next terrible thing to happen. It has gotten a lot better since then, didn't it?

But, yes, excited. In many ways, I'm trying to make up for lost time - there are so many things I couldn't do before that are available to me now. There are so many things I'm still looking forward to. It's overwhelming, sometimes.

...Can I say "curious" if I already said "excited"? I feel like those are too similar.

Oh. Confused. I also feel confused - often. For the same reasons I feel excited, usually.

And I do feel anxious, still. Sometimes in the good sense; sometimes not so much."

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — is there something or someone you find yourself thinking about more often than other things? if so, why do you think you do this?

Selene:

(She can't help but laugh.)

"...Well, you just asked me to talk about myself and I still ended up talking about him, so yeah, there is someone I think about often.

Why? Well, I like him. And I miss him a little; it's going to be a while until my next trip to Dyrford.

Also, you know, for a really long time, in my thoughts, it's been just me and memories of bad things that didn't even happen to me. Then it was that, and visions from thousands of years ago, and a lot of dead people.

I guess what I'm saying is, it's nice to have something good to think about, for a change."

Lorenzo:

"...I suppose I think about chants a lot. I've been trying to write my own, and the nature of the process requires you to keep the chant in mind near constantly; you must recite it over and over, to familiarize the local spirits with it. No one in Caed Nua is surprised to see me walk through the hallways muttering to myself, anymore; I've warned everyone I'm working on a chant, though, so they know that I'm not losing it quite yet."

(He chuckles at his own words; then, another thought crosses his mind, and his expression becomes less mirthful.)

"...I do think about my Awakening, every now and then. About Cassius.

He's gone now, I don't feel his presence, but, when I go to sleep at night... I can't help but wonder if tonight is the night he'll be waiting for me, on the other side of unconsciousness.

I can't help but wonder if I'm ready to face him again."

[princess-of-the-corner]

dont know if i said this before but imagine an au where Kevin really did accept bens offer in episode 5, like how much that would chjange

*Side eyes the Gwen 10 Timeline SO HARD*

Okay so there'd be a little fuckery in the legality of this because like. Ya know. Ben might not think much of dragging his new friend on a roadtrip and back home, but Grandpa Max is not quite down for kidnapping just yet. (He's a little more down for kidnapping once he tries to get info about legal guardians out of Kevin.)

But ya know. Max knows some people. Both in terms of 'people who can give him temporary custody of a kid' and a couple or two back in Bellwood looking to adopt a kid. So things work out.

Ben is happy about this situation. Gwen isn't quite as happy but.... well. She does catch on that this is probably a good thing for Kevin. And she does start getting along with him!

Max suspects that Kevin isn't exactly Human. He's been around non-Humans enough to have a sixth sense for that. But it takes him a bit to find out what Kevin is. Partly because Max is still in the 'haha just an old man who used to fix sinks definitely know nothing about aliens!' mode, and partly because even though Kevin is aware that Max is fine with the whole Omnitrix Situation(whether this is an AU of mainline Canon, or the Gwen 10 Timeline), he's still a bit spooked about telling other people that he's not 'normal'.

Honestly they probably end up with Max giving up on not knowing anything earlier than Canon, because once he figures out what Kevin his he knows how unstable Osmosians can be when absorbing energy and how dangerous it can be if he tries to absorb too much from Ben or Gwen. So he just. Explains the whole 'Plumber = Men in Black' thing beforehand.

Obviously other Canon episodes with Kevin would be changed. Ones where he's just part of it would just have to be adjusted. Mostly the only one I think would get replaced completely is his second episode in San Francisco.

There's two things from the Original Series that would really get fucked around with off the top of my head

1.) Possibly Charmcaster. Because honestly I already planned that him being there in the Gwen 10 Timeline hijacks her plot, but in my main Corner 10 series he's a major part in dragging her to the good side. So really yeah just. He very much understands aspects of what she's going through, and might have a better time getting through to her earlier on.

2.) The episode with Kai. He absolutely picks up on the red flags with her very early. Toss together being reminded of past trauma, jealousy over Ben's possible interest in her, and his general hotheadedness? Miiiiight end up with a fight.

Obvs stuff for my AU within the 'between OS and AF' would be slightly different because Kevin would be part of the team the whole time. Gonna keep the ships so we get the at some point the Ben/Kevin happens but we get a reverse of my main AU when the Ben/Lilo thing pops up and they go 'Ben has two hands!'.

[kendallroygf]

Your Kendall post speaks volumes. I never knew how to articulate it properly but I always think (idk if it’s canon or not) His ex wife is Jewish, his best friend Iranian and his daughter, South Asian. But he’s aligning himself with parties like ATN etc. I don’t know, it’s a funny thing to me because wether or not the writers did this on purpose or not but the people he’s closest to (aside from his sibs) are as you said, from marginalised communities. Does he think the amount of wealth a person earns suddenly makes them immune to a system that wasn’t originally built for anyone aside for people like him. I wonder what his stance would’ve been on Mckenen if he were in the room when they were all deciding who should be president. It’s more personal for him, his daughter is quite literally apart of the community that Mckenen demonises. Not even just for Kendall but for Stewy & Marcia too. Like they can’t be seen opposing people like him because where does that put them? Just being poc in a cooperate world is threatening enough. This is me putting too much thought into it while also knowing the writers maybe didn’t when it comes to the Sophie/Marcia/Stewy and the role they have to put on.

hmm i don’t know how qualified i am to speak on this but in terms of ‘aligning himself with atn’ i truly think it’s never been an conscious choice for kendall to do that. like it came with the job. logan groomed kendall to one day be in charge of waystar and subsequently atn for however many years and i think a consequence of that is that kendall doesn’t really have any concrete ideologies/beliefs, much like roman. but similar to shiv (although her politics are way more clear) he has this abstract idea of ‘doing good things’ with waystar and wanting to be a ‘good person’ but this in itself kind of centres around logan . like his desire to ‘be good’ is just a desire to be good in comparison to his father (i’m a good person i’m better than you etc) but ultimately kendall (in s1 mostly) wanted to be the Good Guy but without much foresight on what that actually looks like and i think that’s where his relationships with stewy, rava and sophie come in i suppose. but i don’t think kendall intentionally created a relationship with stewy and rava or adopted sophie out of tokenism or anything. i simply think he connected to stewy and rava in some way mostly because they oppose logan and what he Represents very outwardly and consciously or unconsciously that’s what kendall was looking for. it stems from that patricidal drive + resentment kendall’s always had for logan but ultimately i think kendall is too self absorbed to think more deeply about what stewy or his daughter might face esp in terms of the toxicity of atn or what part kendall himself plays in it all. but i think i agree with you in the sense it seems kendall does think material wealth kind of shields you from having to deal with institutionalised racism + i played back that scene and kendall says wrt to atn and waystar he’s ‘trying to keep the world safe’ for his kids so i do think that he thinks that sophie was ultimately safe from all that and he probably assumes people like stewy and marcia are too. so with that in mind i don’t think he really counts his daughter as part of the many marginalised groups that mencken demonises even though sophie as we see isn’t exempt from facing racism. like at all. as for what kendall’s stance would be on mencken if he was in that room in ‘what it takes’ i could not say for sure but i think that itself goes back to kendall not having any concrete ideology or politics except on an entirely abstract level. like mencken’s a ‘nazi’ but ‘on a business level, they need to have a relationship’ so i think honestly his stance would be completely determined by his state of mind wrt to himself and his father. but no yeah i agree it’s probably extremely difficult for stewy, marcia and stewy who have all at one point been othered or treated as nrpi by the roys while still being closely connected to it all.

[earmo-imni]

<<while i am thinking about it, would you like to share any gamzee headcanons? :3c i admit i am curious, because seriously it's hard to find good gamzee content, and i like what you usually reblog.>>

Oh boy, do I

Okay, I don’t have nearly as many headcanons as you do, just by virtue of having only been in the fandom since like. 2019? I think? But I still have quite a few. They’re a bit tangled together but I’ll try to make this coherent. Also I should note that some of this I picked up from other people’s posts, but most of it has been so absorbed into my personal headcanons that I don’t have a clue where most of those bits came from. (Edit after having written stuff down throughout my ENTIRE Sunday: apparently I have a lot more headcanons than I realized. Still not as many as you have about Eridan, I think, but wow, I wrote a lot.)

Uh, also, trigger warnings for…lots of stuff, jesus. Child neglect, mention of nonconsensual/dubiously consensual sexual situations (I think that’s the best way to describe that…), generally shitty mental health situations, substance abuse, psychological abuse? I think? Mostly none of these get too detailed but occasionally I do imagine what Gamzee would be feeling in some of the shitty-mental-health-situations in stream-of-consciousness fashion, so fair warning.

…yeah, my headcanons for Gamzee are really dark.

Okay, to start of, appearance: I headcanon Gamzee as being very poorly fed, and therefore skinny as sin. Like, just skin and bones and wiry muscle. He’s got big pointy ears and a mess of fangs to match his huge mass of curly hair that he never remembers to brush. It makes his thin face look even thinner and hides the tiny, half-formed fins on his ears that match the nonfunctional, equally half-formed gills on his sides. (The gills and fins thing comes straight from Splickedylit, tbh.) He’s got high defined cheekbones that look even sharper than they actually are because of how underweight he is and a long, arched nose, and he’s tall but only because genetics managed to beat out the malnutrition. He’d be even taller if he’d eaten properly throughout his life.

As for his actual life! Headcanon number one, a very central one, is that Goatdad neglected the shit out of Gamzee, starting at a very early age. Like canonically he barely taught Gamzee anything and left him for extended periods of time. But I headcanon that within a sweep, maybe less, of getting Gamzee, he started leaving him for extended periods of time. Like he had always had to leave Gamz occasionally to hunt for food, but originally it was only like, an hour or so once a week, but eventually he started leaving for a day, before gradually increasing to a week, a month, multiple months, with the amount of time in between each absence decreasing proportionately. The last absence, just before SGRUB, lasted half a sweep.

Headcanon number two, also very important, is that this neglect was actually the reason Gamzee started eating sopor. And it happened early, too, because while food was absolutely available in physical stores or online, the aforementioned “ Goatdad not teaching Gamzee shit” as well as Gamzee’s hive being physically distant from most towns (most trolls avoided being anywhere near the sea) meant Gamzee didn’t really know how to navigate the necessary processes to get or cook that food and didn’t have anyone to help him. So originally he survived off what Goatdad hunted and brought back until he was gone too much for that to be viable, at which point he primarily survived off whatever he could scrounge from the beach. But this still left him hungry, so one day, like half a sweep after Goatdad started leaving, Gamzee decided to try the sopor slime because hey, it looked edible, and his stomach hurt, and then—well. Everything felt a lot less shitty (the loneliness, the hurt from Goatdad leaving and wondering if he’d done something wrong to make him leave, the pain of his empty stomach, the boredom) once the drug hit, all the bad feelings were sort of hazy and far away, and his stomach felt full. So he kept eating it, and it became an addiction.

(This eventually had the side effect of making Gamzee supremely underdeveloped in his ability to deal with emotions, because of how much the sopor suppressed everything. He literally didn’t have the opportunity to learn how to deal with them because he just made them go away with sopor for so long.)

Also eventually, he does figure out how to use computers and the internet (I forget what the troll word for that is) by two or three sweeps old and ends up getting found by Karkat and brought into the whole ring of friends that are our troll players. (Side headcanon: Karkat was the one to find and bring everyone together, completely by coincidence (or Homestuck-style fate) because he hated/was terrified of leaving his hive and therefore was terminally online. Also Sollux and Gamzee were two of the first people he found.) He also finds Church of the Mirthful Messiahs and gets into that (prior to Karkat finding him) and latches onto it as another coping mechanism (because yeah, there’s legitimate faith there, but also it’s one hell of a coping mechanism for his shitty life, to believe that miracles exist everywhere and that good things will come eventually if he just waits long enough.) And he manages to get better food, even if he still doesn’t eat much because the sopor fills him up most of the time.

Headcanon number 3, and last of the really important ones: Gamzee has major, major trauma because of Goatdad’s neglect and it plays a LOT into everything else he does. Up until Murderstuck and Doc Scratch fucking with him, he’s a lonely, isolated kid terrified of losing the handful of friends he’s made or the sole community that makes him feel okay (the Church). Goatdad leaving all the time and for so long instilled this subconscious fear/belief that Gamzee himself was somehow at fault for his abandonment, which resulted in him being a massive people-pleaser in an (again, subconscious) attempt to prevent being abandoned again. His constantly being chill with everything and willingness to do whatever other people (Equius, Doc Scratch, Caliborn) want is as much to do with this trauma as it is the effects of the sopor, his emotional disconnect, or his naturally laidback personality.

Speaking of Equius, my headcanon (headcanon number 4, I guess) about him and Gamzee is that the whole pitch…thing…between the two of them was…not really consensual on Gamzee’s end. Like, not to accuse Equius of sexual harassment or sexual assault or whatever, because really I see the whole situation as, frankly, a really bad combo of two kids with trauma and shit social conditioning where one has absolutely zero concept of things like consent or boundaries (because, you know, Alternia) while the other actively avoids setting boundaries even when he really fucking needs them (and also is on judgement-impairing drugs.) But I think Gamzee didn’t actually want to take part in what is pretty clearly implied to be sexual roleplaying (to me, at least) and only does it because he’s terrified of abandonment. All of this contributes heavily to Gamzee’s willingness to kill Equius in Murderstuck, because he feels deeply uncomfortable with the roleplaying and pitch flirting he did for Equius and he does feel taken advantage of, even if he can’t or won’t acknowledge that, and hates Equius as a result but not in a fun pitch way more of an ashen someone-please-get-these-two-an-auspitice-before-one-of-them-dies-oh-shit-too-late way.

Also while most of the time he likes her this whole thing with Equius bleeds over into Nepeta a little once Gamzee really lets loose with his emotions because she’s Equius’s moirail? Shouldn’t she have stopped him? It’s not logical but like you said in a previous post, emotions aren’t logical.

(I’m going to be honest, Equius and his horniness and boundary issues always made me uncomfortable, which…might have contributed to this particular headcanon.)

Headcanon number…actually forget numbers: let’s deal with Murderstuck. So. Everyone’s at the end of their rope, death in the form of Bec Noir seems imminent, and all the trolls are breaking down in various ways. Gamzee has been chilling quite calmly, despite having run out of sopor (thus losing a coping mechanism) recently, and has simply been giving people chances to nap in his horn pile. I mean, sure, death is imminent, but it’s fine. Totally fine. He’ll just go to the Dark Carnival, it’s fine! (He’s a Bard of Rage, he can and will destroy reality for others, even if that means destroying (or at least hiding) his own horrible feelings, his own reality. These are his friends, the only people he’s got left. He’ll do anything for them, even destroy parts of himself, so that he’s not alone again.)

And then Dave fucking Strider blows it all up with one music video.

Now, no hate to Dave here, because obviously he didn’t have any idea he would affect Gamzee the way he did. But that one music video manages to completely destroy Gamzee’s faith in the Messiahs, and now he has no coping mechanisms, and everyone’s busy having their own breakdowns and can’t help him, and all those horrible feelings, the fear and anger and hurt from every hurtful thing the other trolls have said about him, everything Goatdad did, everything Equius did, every bit of horrible negative emotion Gamzee has been trying to keep locked away like it doesn’t exist is bubbling up and he has no way to deal with it.

So he runs as far from his friends as he can get, and in the depths of the Meteor he finds the puppet. Lil’ Cal. Chock full of soul bits all melting into each other, and it talks so sweet to him, promises a different paradise, gives him a purpose that helps stabilize his shaken sense of self, tells him that if he just does what he’s told everything will turn out okay, gives him an acceptable target as an outlet for his ragepainfear. And Doc Scratch joins in at some point, saying the same things, saying yes, it’s okay, maybe the Mirthful Messiahs don’t exist but you still have the Angel of Double Death to guide you.

(Is there mind control? I don’t know. Maybe. As much as I enjoy the angst potential of Gamzee literally not having control over himself from this point onwards and essentially being completely innocent of the shit he pulls later on without anyone actually knowing he’s innocent, I find it far more interesting for Gamzee to be persuaded into making awful choices of his own free will because he’s a desperate, traumatized kid in an incredibly vulnerable time of his life being coerced into doing terrible things by an abusive shithead who styled himself as a god, and instead of finding the salvation he sought Gamzee just finds himself too deep in hell to get back out. So he keeps believing in this horrible, capricious god and the godchild who becomes him because he’s sacrificed too many of his friends and destroyed too much of himself to be able to accept that he was wrong. (It can’t all have been for nothing. Not again.))

Anyway, Gamzee finally stops trying to keep a lid on his emotions and absolutely lets loose with all the horrible feelings he’s got in him because now he’s got “permission,” and a purpose for it, and it doesn’t matter if he loses these friends who used to matter to him (they still do, he’s just too consumed by emotional overload to acknowledge it) because he’s got something better, he’s got paradise coming for him if he just does what he’s told, even if it doesn’t make sense (even if his flush crush is dead and won’t come back not even with the kiss that worked for Feferi and Sollux). And besides, it’s really just incredibly cathartic for him to finally get all those emotions out, it feels so good he barely even thinks about what he’s actually doing to all those bodies.

At least until he’s suddenly got an armful of pale miracle papping his face and shooshing him and soothing away all the pain and rage and he can relax for a little bit and maybe, just maybe imagine staying with this precious diamond of his forever, for just a moment. But of course it doesn’t last, because Gamzee’s still afraid, and Karkat, as wonderful and warm and miraculous as he is to Gamzee, is still a young teen who just doesn’t have the skills or knowledge necessary to really help Gamzee the way he needs.

So Gamzee turns his back on his diamond and goes through the rest of canon sacrificing everything he is and everything he’s ever had on the altar of this god who promised to save him, only to get brutally mistreated by the child who will eventually become the greater part of said god, mind controlled and puppeted around so he can’t even do anything for who knows how long, lost in a rage that results in him killing even more of his friends and his moirail, stuffed in a fridge with the dead bodies of his friends, and ripped in half and absorbed into the very thing that sent him down this horrible path. The two best things in Gamzee’s life are his moirallegiance with Karkat (he still does pity him so much, and would stay with him if he thought he could, but the Angel demands otherwise, and Gamzee is committed to obeying. He still doesn’t really ever let go though) and Calliope (because Dadzee is life and also there’s no way he didn’t at least act as lusus up until Calliope/Caliborn were old enough to take care of themselves, and doesn’t it just tear at his soul to leave his little wrigglers like Goatdad left him—and then he comes back to find Caliborn has killed his sweet little girl. It hurts worse than the bullets and the crowbar), and he truly loves them both…but they, too, are sacrificed to the one thing that gives him purpose. (Calliope, at least, he didn’t expect to get hurt. He didn’t quite comprehend she’d die. And he never gets to find out that she comes back because he’s left in a goddamn fridge.)

In the end, there’s really not much left of Gamzee by the time the surviving heroes confront Caliborn. He’s given so much of himself to his godchild that he might as well have already been subsumed into the morass of soul they will become, leaving his empty, broken shell of a body behind, following Caliborn’s orders like a puppet. Death would be a relief. And yet the nature of Homestuck means he doesn’t even get that.

…Okay, that was. A lot. I didn’t expect to get so into that, or to write so much, or for it to get quite so dark (I mean, I’ve always liked dark angsty stories and Gamzee’s a prime candidate for that, but. Wow.) Honestly, I’ve still got more, mostly random bits of what he’d be like if his life was a little better or he managed to kick the sopor or sgrub didn’t happen, plus there’s my fix-it alternate timeline for self-shipping purposes (which. I’m not really sure I’m comfortable sharing everything that goes on in that timeline outside of the two sideblogs I’ve made for it, but I will happily tell you about my Gamzee.)

[words-after-midnight]

👂 🦴 👙 for the OC of your choice

Thanks! 🙂 I'm actually gonna do these ones for Jeff (antagonist) for two reasons: 1) he's by far my most overtly sexual character, 2) sexuality is an aspect of Gabriel (protagonist)'s character that I feel like is kind of interesting to learn about as you go through the story, so I don't want to say too much about it for him.

I'm also gonna go ahead and say minors DNI for this one, just in case, for obvious reasons.

👂 Do they have an attractive voice?

I think he has a pretty average voice, nothing to write home about, but he does have a mild Southern accent/drawl (not typical of the area the story is set in), which some people find cute or charming. Other than that, "he isn't getting on American idol anytime soon." - Gabriel

🦴 Do they have a lot of sexual experience? What are they like?

Yeah. He's what some people would call promiscuous (using that term neutrally). I'd call him hypersexual. He consistently has multiple sexual partners throughout basically the entire story - only some of them are seen "on-screen," though. Gabriel dislikes this, but pretends he doesn't.

In terms of what he's like: he's bisexual, and has no gender preference in terms of purely sexual relationships, though he does mostly date women (short-term flings only, he doesn't do long-term romantic relationships) because, in his words, "they're better conversation partners." Has a very dominant and controlling personality, which, in his case, does carry over to bedroom activities. With men, he mostly bottoms (which he says is because "if I want to top, I'll fuck a woman"), but he's 100% running the show regardless of partner. Pretty selfish and self-absorbed, too, but good at making you think he isn't. The type of person who really gets off on being wanted/desired. Uninhibited and has basically no qualms about anything. His sexual behavior could be described as "risky" in a lot of situations, especially later in the story (won't go into that).

The insidious about him with regard to sexuality is that he's fully aware that he's conventionally attractive, and is very skilled at using his sexuality as a weapon of manipulation and/or personal gain when it suits him. This being said, he's also just very hedonistic and interested in immediate gratification, so a lot of the time, sex is just for pleasure/sensation and/or as a way to alleviate boredom.

Yeah, I know, absolute catch!

👙 What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or just functional?

Lol just boxers or boxer briefs, definitely more functional. His clothes are always expensive and nice/stylish, though.

[marinecorvid]

In measurement of Bitch where would you rank each ranger villain

Given the lack of formal measurement for Bitchness (neither derogatory nor affectionate), ranking itself will be vague; flying quick n fast here!

ALSO this turned out to be a really good exercise in figuring out character … design? Development? Like I really had to think about some character personalities and it was fun + satisfying to do, so extra thanks for sending this

(as standard putting everything below the cut)

RANGER THE FIRST (it’s been a while since I’ve actually played thru this one so YMMV)

Billy – Uhhhhhh yeah sorry I don’t remember much of him :[ I’m gonna say he’s low on the Bitch ranking, mostly because I remember him as being the eldest brother of the four more than anything else. Sorry Go Rock fans who have put lots of thought into character interpretation

Garret – Via Bulbapedia: Garret is a smooth, polite person that can "put people down with the simplest of words". I’m gonna say he’s not a Bitch all the time but when he is. When he is. High on the Bitch scale

Clyde – I remember him getting angry a lot, so not too high on the Bitch ranking, but at least medium/mid ranking on the jerkass scale? Bulbapedia says a he’s a very "cool" person that likes to "stay with the trends" so I’m gonna say he’s alright

Tiffany – Top Shelf Bitch here, but in a way that’s like. You know how you see articles about celebrities who have like… the weirdest and craziest drama with each other that really hammers home how the more rich you get the more wildly disconnected you get from general society and have REALLY weird notions about how the world works?? It’s like that. Spending time with her is like depending on the day it’s either incredibly entertaining, fascinating, or irritating. Sometimes all three at once

Gordor – Medium on the bitchness, high on the jerkass?

Again sorry it’s been a LONG time since I’ve played though Ranger The First I don’t really have extended thoughts/impressions. I’ll play it again soon and maybe get back to this

RANGER THE 2OOST

Ice – Not too high on the Bitch scale, but has about equal standing on the Jerkass scale. Low + low = medium Bitchness? Bitchness Main Game + Jerkass DLC?? IDK but he called me a n00b so I want to see Kate shove his head in the toilet. Give him a swirly

Lavana – This is The Bitch of Almia. THE high school mean girl in every early 2000s coming of age popcorn flick. The kind of girl who would’ve probably bullied me on the playground in school for being undiagnosed autistic + closeted queer + got most of my clothes from Goodwill. Girl who thinks she is All That but is at best Incredibly Basic. Heather Chandler kind of bitch. Contender for the most Bitch of all the PR villains

Heath – Not actually that much of a Bitch or a jerkass. He does his job well and has the confidence to go with it! Good for him

Kincaid – High on the Bitch scale. He’s that One Fucking Boss/Teacher we’ve all had who was born with a stick up their ass, who knows how much of a position of authority he has over you and lords it over you. Hypocrite central. Ranking him somewhere just below Lavana though

Wheeler – low on the Bitch scale, but makes up for it by being high on the Annoys Me and Is Generally Offputting scale. Probably has little concept of personal space

Blake Hall – self absorbed Bitch in the way standard CEOs are (see above: celebrities/rich ppl disconnected from reality), probably paid an exorbitant amount of money to keep some company drama from reaching reporters. Nothing too fancy to see here

RANGER THE THIRDST

Red Eyes – I’d say he’s pretty low on the scale of pure Bitch, but he’s medium to high (depending on the day) on the Jerkass scale, so that makes up for it?

Blue Eyes – I’d say her perceived bitchery is around Medium, but in actually is pretty low? I feel like she just has a lot of conflicting emotion and no good outlet for it, so she ends up lashing out and making some less than great decisions at times. she’s consistently shown to be genuinely concerned for the people under her care, and you get glimpses of her nicer side under her tough front a handful of times, so while she gets bonus points for having a cultivated Bitch front, I’m putting her on the lower end on the Bitch scale

Purple Eyes – You know, as much as I deeply want to say he’s high on the Bitch scale, I don’t actually think he ranks that high. Like, DEFINITELY through the roof in other categories, definitely petty n spiteful, a little judgy, but all around … he’s just Not at the top of the Bitch ranking. I’ll put him around medium, with the caveat that he is simultaneously beating out everyone else in other categories (dramatic, sadistic, etc) EDIT: yknow i keep thinking abt this one and i'm resorting the blorbo to medium-high on the scale, as a treat

Arley – putting him a few notches above Hocus only because he verbally states he has grudge against you when you go up against him in the Sky Fortress, something like “if I’d known you were going to be such a problem when we first met in Rasp Cavern, I would’ve crushed you there” so I’m going to say he can be … unfortunate to deal with if you’re an enemy, but most of the time is just a mild-mannered to mildly grumpy old man

Hocus – least Bitch of the Societea, and just in general; I think he’s a decent guy who doesn’t hold too many grudges, but does like to mess with people’s heads, friend and foe. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss and all that. I'd say he and Clyde are the least bitchy out of the whole listing

Kasa – I think I’ve said this before in tags or something, but Kasa moving to Aqua Resort was like dropping a lionfish in Florida waters. Highly invasive predator who dominates the ecosystem. Queen of backhanded compliments and passive-aggressiveness. Average rich old lady who has her finger on the pulse of the gossip in her small shoreline New England retired neighborhood (based on the neighborhood my grandmother lives in). Contender for the most Bitch of all the PR villains

Edward – Ranking him a few notches above Hocus but not at Kasa’s level. He states that despite thinkin about crimes most of the time, he wants to do a little good in his life (being a doctor). Generally nice guy, but DID blow up an island. Kicks Purple Eyes to the curb in spectacular fashion, but deeply distressed when friends went MIA?? Actually you know what probably has very specific rules about what kinds of tea you can drink when and with what. Medium-low Bitchness but excels on the Typical Old Rich British Man Behavior scale

Sabios – WHOOPS I forgot this guy existed for a minute. Hold on let me go find Youtube videos with his scenes. OKAY I’m back. Verdict: No bitches? Low on the Bitch ranking, high on the Evil Advisor ranking

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOO oooh icic! I’ve never seen anything off in your fics before tbh so whatever quick scan you’re doing is working LOL either that or it was so minor I subconsciously autocorrected it while reading

LMAOOOO BRINGING EGO IN you know it’s really bad when you have to drag him in…I’m just imagining all the different escapades like atp everyone in BLLK knows of what’s going on with all the wingmen circulating

Ok wait speaking of zantetsu I saw your other reply about the hiori and kurona merch set with vol. 30 and it’s GORGEOUS??? But ykw I’m so disappointed about. Where’s the tabieita set. HELLO?? They’ve been doing these like duo sets for a while and they also announced the special merch for vol. 31 which is a deck of cards with characters actually on the cards. And guess what. Tabieitaken ONLY appear on ONE joker card. Like they have to share a card with Shidou and it’s not even in the main deck….but also I was waiting for them to announce a tabieita set but apparently that’s not happening quite yet…..I’m really hoping s2 brings a lot more tabieita fans to the jp fandom specifically so they’ll make sure to include them more in promo….

LMAO THE VISUAL but ok im ngl when i first saw that picture you added i was like….mira what am i looking at…….for some reason i didn’t register it as a sheep dog and thought it was some really weird looking bird…??? So like if you stare really hard the nose is a really giant eye and the nostrils are like eye highlights and the little tip of the ear on the left is a tiny beak…..uh yeah anyways but SO REAL

OOOOH I forgot/didn’t register that BLLK was nonexistent in the bfb au…got too absorbed in the shenanigans that I forgot they play soccer LMAO

Omg that’s right SAVE YOUR DATA!!!

-Karasu anon

i think i mostly will miss a typo here or there…not enough to majorly impact the flow of a story by any means but they exist if you look for them 🤷🏻‍♀️ like i said though one misspelled word amongst thousands won’t kill anyone!!

it becomes like ww3 but it’s just team “setting y/n up with karasu” and team “setting her up with literally anyone else” LMAOAOAO bachira enters the verse just to set her up with like tokimitsu because he thinks it’s funny 😭 isagi unlocks three new types of egos just trying to put together wtf is going on…truly the most chaotic bllk would ever be and yukimiya regrets inviting her to the game in the first place 😓

WAIT I JUST LOOKED IT UP IT IS SOOO PRETTY!! but fr tabieita is the duo of all time where are their flowers 😔 i truly do think/hope/believe they will get what they deserve once season 2 is out because there’s no way they aren’t getting popular!! plus bllk as a show will become more popular internationally hopefully which will more collabs and official arts and whatnot i pray

LMAOOO i had to squint for a while to see the bird but i kinda get it now?? HAHA the karasu brain just took over for you ig 😰 but fr that’s def what bby nagi looked like i just know he was adorable

tbh in the otoya version it’s kinda left open to interpretation whether it exists or not i think?? because otoya’s still in high school when he gets together w y/n and he’s a year older than her so he’s in his third year at that point…considering he joins bllk while in his third year iirc they technically might’ve just started dating RIGHT before he left for bllk ☝🏻 the karasu version takes place over a much longer stretch of time though so it’s made pretty clear that he didn’t go to bllk/that whole thing didn’t exist 😩💔 he does still play soccer though!!

SPEAKING OF BFB WE ARE IN THE ENDGAME OF FINISHING UP WRITING 😳 the end is near…i repeat the end is near…

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary307

7/22-23/24

monday - tuesday

did not finish the drawing... or i kinda did.

but i have to do all the extra stuff w/ it, the writing bit and then i wanna do a little collage thingy on it as well. i'll do that tomorrow because i need to wake up earlier tomorrow. i slept fine last night, basically.

anyway,,, today was mostly us going out, we got more korean food... it was very good, and we hung out with our friend, before he went off to a movie. we went to one of those claw machine places... idk if in other parts of the country they're popping off but there's a bunch showing up here, they're kind of like, i guess another sort of gambling, so they fit in perfectly here. anyway, i won my gf a tiny thing, and then she got a little thing as well, so 2 stuff animals, the thing i got was this bizarre shin-chan wearing a bunny suit knockoff thing from china. she got a weird drainer looking cat. i'll take a pic of that at some point and put it here. maybe tomorrow but we'll see, we're also going out tomorrow. i could just forget. i've got selfies from today too... but that will wait until whenever. and then even after tomorrow, we're going to a movie on friday, we're gonna go see showgirls, which i am excited for,,, i kind of expect it to be genius, lots of friends say that about it, i think, if memory servesss.

we also went for milk tea, and a lot of rich tourists showed up, the plaza we were in seemed kind of bougie, i guess, it was weird because 1) i've never even been into anywhere in that plaza my whoooole life, it's right by the palms casino, and 2) everything there seems so new and redone, it really felt like a random spurt of los angeles, and then right on the way home, i saw a guy with a selfie stick recording a yt video. mental... also in the tea place, we were sitting, these tourists were staring at us in that spot, and then when we left, they like rushed right at us, one of them almost ran into my gf. like there is no need to go that crazy. freaks. one of them had miu miu sunglasses too.

we talked about my gf's brother today... mostly just that he is very difficult to be around, our friend hung out with him recently, trying to make him feel less lonely, and was immediately reminded of why no one wants to hang out with him, because 'saying what's on your mind' and 'having no filter' aren't actually admirable traits. a filter really just means you're able to think about others, rather than imagine you know them so well you can do their thinking for them, by speaking your thoughts out hoping for them to absorb them.

we didn't talk about him too much but it's just a strange situation, the life he lives, and his loneliness. i wonder if there's a lot of people like this who never really get this sense that they could become more pleasant to be around, if this has anything to do with people's loneliness, if there really is any kind of loneliness epidemic. i do notice online even, people who purport to be like... geniuses... around the people i know, they use the word "polymath" somewhat often, as a desired thing to be, something they're aiming for, and really they're just so insecure and reactive to all things, very fragile egos, it is sad, they're also like self conscious about it without really doing much about it other than thinking they could anticipated people's feelings and try to explain why they feel like that and then, idk, whatever, i really don't get how they approach interactions. maybe i should just not be around people like that. i mean yeah. but i feel bad at the same time. like... i dunno. how do you tell people they don't really know people that well. like, that they aren't really a good judge of character. who knows. those talks maybe are just impossible, confronting people isn't really what works. it's just about trying to be there with them through that stuff. but some people are so willful about not listening. maybe i'm like that? i dunno. i hope not. i try to not be. but who knows really.

anyway, listening to this atm:

but i gotsa sleep... szszszszsooooo:

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!