#my brain: You got it boss time to do something silly and mean to the blorbo :)

[nny11writes]

Had a dream where Catra got cask of amontillado'd while Adora was sick and couldn't transform by a group of people who wanted to start a war to get Puerto Rico into the USA and were clearly the villains. I think oil was involved??? I went from being Catra to the captain of the guard trying desperately to explain why USA coming here to take resources was bad, and exasperated by it all I ripped an american flag up and Adora was so inspired she pulled the bricks down by hand saving Catra.

I type this out because when I have a fic style dream sometimes I wake up and think it's a brilliant idea (rarely true but mostly asleep I think it is) so I record a quick voice memo with the plot so I can write it when I get up.

The plot for this was "catradora fuckin free puerto rico, fuck merica" and I think that's beautiful.

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor anthology

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist

Part 7: Firsts

Kyle bought you lunch before your set time. To make sure you ate, he said. He still asked about five times if you felt like you ate enough or needed water even after sitting across from you while you downed a to-go container of pad se ew and your fourth ounce bottle.

You just laugh and point to a piece on your knee. “Babes I got this with nothing but a trenta iced coffee and two hours of sleep in my system. I’m fine, I promise.”

John made a baffled noise at that. Kyle looked like he was going to throw up. That look remained as he went through the process of setting up in John’s studio room. Kyle is meticulous about it. Each step done with care. You feel a bit silly sitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

“Just breathe. It’s fine.” John murmurs in a low rumble that somehow has you relaxing more than the indented party.

“It’s almost more scary doing someone I know.” Kyle huffs.

You laugh. “Can’t be worse than the blown out piece of shit on my left arm. C’mon, I’ve seen what you can do. You’ve got this.”

John nods, sitting on the other side of you.

“Besides, even if it sucks I’ll still be honored to be your first real apprentice tattoo.” You pipe up.

Kyle chuckles, low and unsure. Part of you wants to give him an out, to say he doesn’t have to, but you can see the set of his jaw even as his eyes flick between his supplies and the stencil in his hand nervously. He’s determined as much as he is scared. There’s no getting him out of that headspace until he’s done.

You chose something easy. One of Kyle’s more dainty, simple flash designs for the back of your thigh, just below the curve of your ass. A little bow with minimal shading. Something he’s practiced a thousand times and an easy enough starting point. Plus, you already mentioned having him do a matching one on the other side when he’s ready for it. Easy practice.

“C’mon, at least get the stencil on before you have a panic attack.” You try to keep your voice light, turning your back to him.

Kyle sighs. You hear his stool roll forward as he scoots in close to place it. John shuffles around to stand over him. A nasty part of your brain complains about exposing your cellulite to these two fit men but you push that deep down into nothing. A second, more embarrassing part wonders if you should have chose a more appropriate spot… that maybe you shouldn’t be standing in front of your boss and coworker in teeny-tiny biker shorts that barely cover you. You shove that down right next to the other mean thoughts.

You pointedly ignore the heat that shoots up your spine as Kyle’s hands feel out the shape of your thigh to get it centered - keeping your eyes forward as he slowly presses the paper against you. You could swear a thumb traces the curve of your cheek as he smoothes it but that’s probably just wishful thinking.

“Good job, kid.” John claps a hand on Kyle’s shoulder as soon as the paper is pulled away. You turn around in the mirror to check it, expecting to probably have to move it, but from what you can tell it really is perfect.

“Damn, dude, on your first try!” You grin, clapping happily.

Kyle nods stiffly, but you see the way the corner of his mouth quirks up. You unceremoniously clamber onto the table, moving around so your back doesn’t hurt from laying flat for the next few hours with your arms folded under your head.

“Hey.” You whisper while John steps away to grab something. “Get through this without freaking out and I’ll give you a reward.”

“A reward?” He tilts his head, smile turning from an nervous curl of his lip to a boyish grin.

You jokingly bat your lashes. “I’ll give you a kiss.”

Kyle chuckles. “With tongue?”

You gawk, face hot. “Mr. Garrick! Where’d my knight in shining armor go?”

“Just tryin’ t’ figure out exactly what I’m workin’ toward.”

You hum, pretending to mull it over. “We’ll see. Depends on how well you do.”

Kyle levels a look at you, something heated as his lip catches between his teeth. It’s only there for a moment, gone as soon as he turns to his tools. Replaced by a laser focus.

“Alright.” John settles back into his seat on your other side. “Let’s do one line and then see how we all feel.”

Kyle nods. You shuffle a little to make you’re you’re as comfortable as possible for the next however long. You know it’s going to be a while even if it isn’t a simple design. He’s new and precise with means slow.

The familiar whirr of the gun starts up. You shut your eyes, waiting, hoping that you aren’t projecting any more tension into the room than Kyle is. The needle stings when it finally touches you, but not as badly as you braced for. His touch is light.

He pulls the gun away and let’s put a giant sigh. “How y’feel, luv?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m all good. You?” You tilt your chin a bit to meet his eye.

“Better now that it’s started.”

“Good.” John nods, chest bumping your leg as he leans forward to look. “Looks good. Keep on.”

The room is nearly silent as he works. You turned down the music before coming back so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed - at least that was your reasoning. You’d get overwhelmed. Kyle is more levelheaded than you are, though.

“Thassit.” John smiles - or at least that’s how it sounds in his voice. “Her skin takes ink so well, yeah?”

Fuck, that totally should not do it for you. Gravelly voiced British bastard. You keep your eyes locked onto the flash on the far wall as you attempt to cool down.

Kyle just hums, seemingly unable to talk as he concentrates. He probably is with how dialed in he looks. You take a break before he gets to shading, stretching and getting some water. It takes a while, but not as long as you assumed. You start to get that ache in your skin partway through the shading - that feeling when your nerves are so tired from firing off pain receptors they just all sort of start burning dully.

However long later Kyle pulls away. “I… think it’s done?”

“You think?” John challenges.

Kyle sighs before speaking with more finality. “It’s done.”

There’s a few beats where John assess and you hold your breath. He points to a couple spots where Kyle’s hand slipped a bit or he applied too much pressure, but when you check it out in the mirror yourself you don’t see that all. Perfectionists.

You can’t help but squeal and jump, clapping happily and barely standing still while Kyle puts the saniderm on. You’re just to happy! Not only did Kyle get his first tattoo done but now you have brand new (free) cute ink to show off. Kyle looks tired, though, so you try not over overwhelm him while he cleans up. Concentrating like that with anxiety must have really taken it out of him.

You sort of forget about your promise of a reward for the next week. Too busy focusing on taking care of your new tattoo. The only downside to the placement is sitting in your office chair itches - especially once you take the saniderm off. You’ve mostly taken to standing while working and wearing shorts and skirts to let it breathe. It’s worth it, though. You’ll have to ask Kyle how soon he wants to do the other one. Without being pushy, of course.

You quietly hum to yourself as you get the cash drawers ready to lock away in the backroom safe. Triple checking the bags and making sure tips are divided correctly, etc.

“Hey, lovie.” Kyle saddles up behind you suddenly, hands on your hips.

You jump. “Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He chuckles. A hand slips down your hip, palm tracing the hem of your tennis skirt to lightly rest over the little bow. “How’s she healin’?”

“It’s, uh, it-“ You stutter, eyes wide and skin hot. If it were Johnny, you’d laugh and swat him away - maybe let his hand wander to your ass first - but Kyle doesn’t do this. Not that you don’t like it - the problem lies in that you’re liking it too much. If the patter of your heart is anything to go by. “It’s good. Not itching yet or anything.”

Kyle hums. “Good.”

“Th-that all?”

“Think you forgot somethin’.” He turns you around, hands firmly planted on the softness of your waist. When you just give him a bewildered look he continues. “I was promised a reward, I think.”

“O-oh?” Your face burns, eyes wide. Is he serious? Part of you wants to say no - to push him away. You’re coworkers, after all. Until your eyes meet his, so big and warm and his lips forming a perfect pout. “John….?”

Kyle chuckles ans crosses his chest. “John won’t care. Cross my heart.”

He gives you a moment to mull it over. You don’t think he’s making fun of or bating you - Kyle wouldn’t do that. There’s no way he’s interested either. That’s one delusion you can firmly plant in the ’purely imaginary’ category.

Whatever. What do you have to lose from a little back room make out?

Your lips meets his. Fuck, they’re soft. He steals your breath - greedy and gentile. It’s been so long since you’ve been kissed, much less kissed well. One of the hands on your waist moves to your low back as Kyle leans into you. Your hands grapple onto his shoulders to steady you. He takes advantage of your gasp at being tilted back to swipe is tongue between your lips.

You mould together, breaths heavy and tongues dancing. A needy, pathetic little part of you wishes the hand that drifted from your waist to your hip would hook under your thigh. That Kyle would tilt you all the way back onto the desk and throw your leg over his shoulder, eagerly pushing up your skirt-

An ‘I love you’ dances on the tip of your tongue and you reel back harshly, hand flat on his chest to separate you.

“Alright?” He murmurs, eyes half lidded and dark.

You swallow roughly and nod, breathing hard. “I, uh, I need to finish the safe.”

Something passes across his face briefly as your eyes flick between his. Whatever it was, it’s replaced by his usual easy smile as he returns to standing at his full height, the hands on your waist steady you before disappearing. Your stomach drops as they go.

“See you tomorrow.” Kyle murmurs, pressing one last little peck on your cheek before striding away, leaving you alone in the back room with a hot face and whirlwind thoughts.

Fuck.

A/N: brought to you by the time a tattoo artist told me my skin takes ink well in the most haunting bedroom voice I’ve ever heard😵‍💫 killed me right then and there

[yanderefarm]

could I perhaps be goofy silly and request skott bullying.........

skott x mean supervisor!male reader

hehehehehehehehehe

ok but the funny part is after you sent this i thought of something and i was like... no thats too far. censoring myself after what id already said.

a lot of the meaner bullying comes at the end. also. whore skott is real he told me

cw; violence, electrocution, nsft, bully reader, power dynamics (you're his supervisor), dub con because of said power dynamics? i guess

your pathetic, stupid, horrible subordinate had just come crawling back to you from aurum alley. again. it was one thing to screw the ipc on the deal to begin with, it was humiliating to have the video of someone under your command barking like a dog spread across the entire star system, it was degrading when your bosses chewed you out for his poor treatment of the xianzhou natives. to do it all again? for no reason? skott should have died to the amateur swordsman. that would have been better.

you watched the video of the man squealing like a pig, your face twisted into a scowl at the disgusting sight. fucking skott. you looked from your screen, the sound of his squealing still playing as you eyed up the man in front of you. skott had his head held low, clearly aware of how much trouble he was in. you tapped your boot against the ground impatiently as his squealing seemed to only get louder. your teeth clenched together as you suppressed all the cruel words that you wanted so badly to spit at him. finally after what felt like an eternity of the squealing, the angry silence, the clenching of teeth, you took a deep breath and calmed yourself down.

"there are a lot of things that I could say to you. there are so many words i could call you. i could fire you right now." you paused the video as you spoke calmly.

"p-please i-" skott started in his way that made you want to grind your teeth again.

"stop. i won't fire you. in fact i think you've earned yourself a little promotion." you gave a small smile as you opened your desk drawer.

"oh- oh! w-well thank you so much sir i-" he was cut off again when you put a heavy collar on your desk in front of him.

"you should be grateful skott, all this time you've been a stupid stray dog running around freely. you need an owner, in fact i think you've been begging for it." you gestured for him to come closer. skott's eyes went to the collar and then you and he swallowed hard.

"this is unprofessional i-i could report you to-"

"oh please. don't act like you don't want this. i see how you eye up my desk, how you examine the width of my office. i know how hungry you are to climb the ranks." you rapt your fingers against your desk, each soft thud against the desk like another rock against a glass door. "you would sell out your girlfriend and now you're not going to play dog with me? just think, skott. you could be a good doggy for a few months and gather all this evidence of my HR violation. maybe they'd reward you with my position. with my office."

each word is like music to the power hungry idiots ears. if he had any brain he might stop and think for a second about why you're so willing to put your job on the line just to get your rocks off. of course dogs aren't smart enough to think. just like you expected skott moved to your side of the desk. before you could even open your mouth to tell him to he got on his knees in front of you. he wanted this so bad, its evident behind his golden eyes. his desire. his need. you reached down and pulled away his stupid glasses exposing his soul to your cruel gaze.

"good boy." you coo at him as you grabbed the collar.

skott didn't reply but his cheeks were red and his eyes closed in anticipation. you wasted no time clasping the black collar around his neck. a soft gasp leaving his lips as it adjusted itself to fit him perfectly, you hummed in approval. one of your hands moved from his neck to his hair and you ran it through the surprisingly soft locks. you sat there petting him for a minute, his head naturally moving to rest on your lap. you could already see the wheels in his head turning around how to bring your downfall. he's kind of cute when he's not talking. maybe instead of just ruining his life you really could train him to be a good obedient doggy.

the best start would be to break his already weak spirit. your fingers stopped in his hair and you pulled on it hard causing his eyes to shoot open as a yelp left his lips. you clicked your tongue at him before shushing him.

"don't be noisy doggy." you cooed as you guided his head from your lap to between your legs. one of your legs rested on his shoulder, the heel of your boot digging into his back.

the expression of embarrassment and disbelief that painted his face was so cute you found it hard not to laugh. he had opened his mouth to try to say something but clearly the words were lost on him as he stumbled over various exasperated sounds. yeah he's cute until he opens his stupid mouth. you pushed his head down onto your bulge, his hung open lips finding place around the outline of your shaft. a whimper left his throat but he didn't complain again, in fact you didn't even need to tell him what to do. his mouth so naturally began to move along your bulge, tongue pressing against your uniform all too eagerly. you couldn't help but wonder how many times had he done this? how often did pretty little skott drop to his knees for a promotion?

"you're such a fuckin slut." you groaned at him, your tight grip on his hair pushing his head down until you could feel his nose press against your belt. "who did you fuck to get here skotty? i might get jealous if i find out you're someone else's dog too."

skott tried to answer but you didn't let him up. instead your free hand began to undo your belt as you made him drag his tongue along your massive length. when his lips met your tip resting against your thigh he sucked greedily on it. it was hard to tell if the spot that formed was your precum or his drool. you moaned as you pulled your belt free and discarded it on the floor.

"slut."

skott didn't even look embarrassed anymore, more dazed and hungry if anything. you let his head go expecting to hear him complain about how inappropriate this was, or maybe defend himself from being called a slut. he didn't. he sat there patiently waiting for you to pull your cock out. fuck it was hot. you undid your pants and pulled down your underwear enough for your cock to spring free. you slapped the tip against his cheek and all too eagerly skott attempted to take it in his mouth. you gripped his hair again and held him still.

"beg, doggy." you ordered before the desperate whore got the taste of your cock.

"i-i.. uh.. pl-" you cut off his pathetic yammering with a harsh tug to his hair.

"doggies don't talk." you reminded him. it was funny the way his dazed, cock hungry eyes refocused into shock and confusion.

he started whimpering. he started whimpering way too easily and way too dog like. he really was some kind of kinky pervert who got off on being treated like a dog wasn't he? did he keep picking fights so that he would be publicly humiliated? what a pervert. his tongue hung from his mouth in between his all too accurate whimpering. you decided to humor him, waiting for his tongue to hang out again before you pressed your tip against it. the moment your cock touched his tongue he took it in his mouth so eagerly, his warm wet mouth closing tight around you as his tongue circled your tip. he knew how to give head. not just knew about it, he was good at giving head.

"jesus you really are such a fu-fuckin whore" you thought you could keep your composure but he was too good at this.

he took your cock back to his throat and he gagged on it a little bit before he relaxed and took your whole length down his throat, his nose pressed against your skin. then he pulled his head back and sucked and licked at your tip again. as he began the process of bobbing his head up and down he let his teeth ever so lightly brush against your skin. it was like a pornstar. he even sounded like a pornstar, the wet sound of your cock pounding into his face, the moaning that accompanied it, and the delightful sound of him always gagging a little bit. he pulled his head up, coming up for air as his hand wrapped around your cock and continued stroking your length as his swollen lips kissed the tip like he was trying to make out with it.

"fu- fuck skott you love cock that much..? you want me to cum all over your face?" you couldn't believe how quickly he had gotten you to the edge. your tip was swollen and red and dripping as skott eagerly licked up every drop.

skott didn't talk, instead he opened his mouth and pressed your tip against it while letting out a cute doggy whimper.

"inside, pretty boy?" you were met with a nod.

you reached down and began stroking your cock against his tongue as he eagerly held it open. he was even panting like a dog. you grunted as your cum finally sprayed across his tongue and into his mouth. you were gonna tell him to swallow after you caught your breath but he didn't need to be told. you watched skott's adams apple bob as he swallowed hard before opening his mouth again to show you it was empty.

"where... where the fuck did you learn that?" you could feel your cock twitch at just the sight of him, how messy and undone his face looked.

"i don't have to tell you about my personal life." oh god there was his smug attitude again. you let go of his hair and grabbed his face instead.

"you want to try that again, mutt?" you asked, regaining your composure.

"this was fun, i won't lie. i can assume "being your dog" will be similar things along with running errands and getting coffee. i'll begin saving samples of your dna starting next time." he was so fucking smug as he straightened his clothes and began looking for his glasses. "please try not to trash my office while you're still here."

you watched him put his stupid glasses back on and get up. you were stunned to say the least, surprised by his nonchalance and annoyed in equal measure. you were about to say something as he headed towards the door when he stopped in the middle of the room and turned back to you.

"oh i almost forgot you can t-" he had reached to remove the collar around his neck when it sent an electric current through his body causing him to scream and collapse on the ground.

you started laughing, his scream brought you to your senses from his stupid haughty attitude. you fixed yourself and buckled your pants, leaving your belt off. instead you grabbed the thick leather material and folded it in half. you got up and walked over to where skott lay twitching on the floor, tears in his eyes. you laughed again as you nudged him with your boot.

"oh you almost had me, doggy. i thought you were actually smart for a minute." you brought your boot heel down on his leg, grinding into him and bringing another scream from his throat. you smacked your belt against your free hand a sadistic smile on your face.

"im gonna teach you what happens to bad dogs"

[antimony-medusa]

One of the things that I think sometimes gets lost when we talk about what's appropriate in fandom spaces is the notion that things can be appropriate in one space, but not for another. And that doesn't mean that the thing that's inappropriate in that setting is wrong, it just means that it's rude in that space. I think people want a single set of rules that's appropriate everywhere, but the thing is, you have to be able to assess the situation, and adjust your behaviour accordingly.

So an example. I have a fairly popular text post that was me asking about c!phil and religion in all innocence, and someone said "the only thing I have to say about c!phil is that he worships on his knees, thank you and goodnight". And I reblogged it like "I can't believe I forgot about how this fandom does phil analysis", cause it was at the height of the dilfza memes.

Anyways that's obviously a phil-is-happily-married/oral sex joke, in an oblique innuendo way, and on this site, where Phil is not here, and his friends are not here, with it being clear I was talking about the block man character, and we make jokes about sex and profanity (a very popular url scheme for a long time was "[name]shugecock" (or smalldick, depending on the joke)— that's a fine joke to make. I'm an adult, I can make sex jokes about fictional characters on the sex joke fictional character social media site.

If I was to make that joke in Philza's twitch chat, a) in his face, b) with his wife modding, c) in an enviroment where people aren't prepped for sex jokes, d) with it being not clear if I was talking about the cubito or about the real guy, that would be wildly inappopriate. I would be banned in every chat Philza mods in and I would deserve it.

That doesn't mean that it's inappropriate to make the joke in the first place though, just because I wouldn't do it at a Phil meet and greet. It means you gotta learn to read the room. (And like, sometimes it's hard to learn to read the room, but you can do it by pure brute-force memorization. I did.)

This is the same theory that underlies the fact that you can call your friends a bitch in a friendly way, because you are friends and you know each other's boundaries, but if you call your boss a bitch, you will be fired. There are rules about workplace appropriateness, and there are rules about what's appropriate in front of kids (I teach teens, I do not swear in front of them, I swear a LOT in front of my roommate), and there are rules about what's appropriate in different fandom spaces. Participating in an exchange about pregnancy and babies with your favourite blorbo of the moment? Great. Showing the actor gift art you got of him pregnant? No. Bad. Go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.

The thing that concerns me is that I think there are slight signs that as we get more comfortable with sexy jokes and offcolour remarks as a MCYT fandom (QSMP is the big banner example but it happens with other smps), we're taking what's appropriate in one space (tumblr, home of the brain worms, where I have seen the blog "philzaswetpussy" on my dash), and we're bringing it into places that it's not appropriate (sure, slimeariana is clearly canon, but maybe don't put the actual dicks-out fan art in the art tag on twitter that slime checks). Cause we can obviously tell that the rules twitter is going with are silly for here, so it's full speed ahead for roier/spreen etc, but the trick here is that it's full speed ahead HERE, or in fandom servers, and not necessarily in the streamer's faces.

We have a bunch of situations where creators have said that it's not their place to weigh in on shipping or nsfw etc, and people have taken that as a go ahead and that's fine, but thats still something where I'd like, caution people that just because they said "not gonna look at it not my deal", that doesn't mean that like, you should make it difficult for them to avoid looking at it. Talking about scitties is an honourable tradition, but telling scar that he makes you question your sexuality in his TTS— I made a horrified noise in real life and the cats came to look at me.

And I'm talking about the shipping, but this is also a thing with like— sometimes I see a streamer and I go "my friend you just vividly described neurodivergent symptoms" but it is ABSOLUTELY not my place to say that in their chat. It might not even be appropriate to make comments about it on my blog, with the amount of followers I have. I have to keep the "streamer just described the ADHD experience again :pensive:" comments for the group chat. And we all nod and go "yeah sounds like streamer", and we do not put it in his face, cause that's inappropriate.

We get to have fun with the fictional characters, including off-colour fun, but we still have to remember that there are real people who don't know us who are steering those fictional characters around, and it can be profoundly weird to see some of the (stuff that is appropriate in fandom spaces!) just up in your face in the regular fan art tag.

Just think about the space you're in, and who you're in front of, and if a CC notice is actually likely, and if a CC notice would be Very Bad actually with what you're doing, and keep the "world's sluttiest absent father" bracket (with associated slutty fan art) for here, not with the streamer tagged on twitter.

[cloudyswritings]

More vessel biology headcanons?

Vessels are actually really, really good at burrowing. It’s probably how so many escaped the abyss after they got sealed. They got it from both parents, and the void. Which per my silly little brain, can old be contained in round glass.

the void basically erodes/decays things in fast forward otherwise?

Vessels all have one major flaw or imperfection the void couldn’t remove, THKs was either a desire for perfection or being able to make familial bonds.

Ghosts flaw is an endless well of willpower. They will never, ever, stop. They inherited from their mothers conceptual side, because their will is the slow burrowing of roots through stone and the deceptively gentle trickle of water on metal. Greenpath vessels was a sense of adventure/desire to explore. And the nosk vessels all had a sense of longing for companionship which led to their deaths.

The vessels also seem to have physical flaws too? Like structurally I mean. The prime example is THKs missing arm, in the pure vessel boss fight that same arm is what they use for the void tendrils attack and by the time we fight them in the egg it’s entirely rotted off. I think it honestly was never as strong or stable as the other arm and was bound to be lost eventually. Broken Vessels flaw would be their third horn(the one that’s broken off).

Vessels actually do still have some of their own light, you can see this in game actually—even without the lantern you give off a subtle glow. I think that some vessels actually retained some of the godly light and status they otherwise would have had, only a little though.

The above idea comes from my headcanon that Wyrms specifically are really resistant to void as far as gods go, because they always dig deep and far and in that sometimes burrow into pockets of void far below the surface. They need to be able to survive contact with it in the short term at least. This nature would explain how some vessels retain minute traces of light, and why the pale king was the one actually standing at the mouth of the abyss waiting for vessels.

given time, soul, and light a vessel can grow to enormous sizes- or eventually metamorphose into a wyrm proper. Albeit one still tarnished by the void

in fact I wonder if any of the seeds/eggs dropped into the abyss hatched young Wyrms instead of vessels? Maybe they escaped or something? I don’t think this is likely but it’s a cool idea.

vessels are deceptively light, as in like hornet could carry THK on her back if she needed to- they’re literally hollow in a way

Void and water don’t mix, it’s like oil and water. That’s why we float in the blue lake.

The void itself might be the remnants of an ancient sea that covered the world beyond Hallownest before the age of bright gods. It would explain the trilobite creature we see in deepnest and the way the abyss and the rest of Hallownest appear to be made of fossilized shells. Plus if it’s the remnants of the sea then it could be something like a microbial mat that’s really toxic to life? Like maybe it’s a magic microbial soup? Magic microbial goop even. Vessels are goop.

Vessels are really really strong compared to other ways of containing things, like THK held the radiance for a long ass time. If a vessel tried to contain a weaker god they’d probably just be able to tbh. Like anything weaker than the nightmare heart if probably fair game for yoinking.

Vessels also sometimes inherit the hunger of Wyrms, and looking into their eyes gives the sensation of falling into the maw of some great beast. Godseaker did call Little Ghost a wielder of nail and eater of soul

Vessels are also really susceptible to outside influences, kinda like evee if they were Pokémon. This is how Ghost can use so many charms at once but also why said charms can change them so easily.

Theoretically a vessel raised by or containing a god could take on some of their traits-either by force or by accident.

Unrelatedly THK has a voice to cry out with…

I think radiance may have eventually tried turning them into something more like Grimm is for the heart, a body for her to use and a mind thoroughly broken to her will.

after-all she shines brightest against the darkness…

If they could eat, Vessels would have a truly remarkable number of tastebuds, because Wyrms will eat anything and I feel like the white lady has ways to “taste” the soil to see if it’s nutrient rich and has fertilizer.

man I’m just realizing, vessels would like some weird food, they’d definitely eat dirt

THK crunching on crystals?? Likely

Finally the horns of vessels are actually their “branches” and will keep growing indefinitely unless trimmed or broken periodically, this comes from both parents. Wyrms need to constantly replace burrowing teeth and Roots are beings of constant growth and pruning.

[scekrex]

YOU ASKED FOR MORE ADAM REQUESTS SO UH HERE I AM

so yk how adam knew angel dust was a pornstar when charlie mentioned his name. uh i have not been able to get that out of my head because he knew him by NAME it wasnt just like he passed by an angel dust billboard cause those are probably fucking everywhere and was like “cool” NO bro looked at it closely enough to know his name by memory— anywaysss what about adam x male reader whos a pornstar cause thats cool dhdkd maybe he sees an ad with the reader on it or something and gets intrigued 😋 anyways have a super silly day

I fucking adore you for that prompt bc the fact that Adam knew Angel by name was/is stuck in my brain too and I've been meaning to write pornstar!male!reader for a while, you simply gave me an actual reason to do so. Also the warmest, cuddliest hugs to @ultimateissuessimp who not only helped me to come up w a plot but also fixed my writers block xoxo to you bro.

Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, smut, sex without consent (it's not Adam guys, chill), mention of sexual abuse, choking (with and without consent), unprotected sex, major character death (temporarily)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your pimp massaged his temples and sighed, “Stop acting like a fucking picky whore, if you want your fucking money you'll do the job.” You crossed your arms over your chest, you were having none of it.

It had been a couple of years since you started doing what you did, it had been a couple of years since you had dedicated yourself to that fucking asshole who was trying to force you into something that was way outside your comfort zone. So you have learned to stand up for yourself, to say no. And usually that was fine because usually your clients weren't some snobby bitches with an ass full of money. This time your client was exactly that though, and that asshole of boss - at this point you were sure you could call him that - saw the money and nothing but the money. So a ‘no’ wasn't on the table for you this time as it seemed.

“Fuck you, I'm telling ya, I'm not doing that bullshit,” you told the man in front of you. He however simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, “You’re gonna drop that fucking attitude of yours right fucking now because you're gonna do it, if you want or not is irrelevant.” You huffed and ripped your arm from his grip, “Fucking fine, but if that whore breaks me it's on you.” At that your boss chuckled deeply as he gave your cheek a light pat, “Good boy.”

So there you were huh? In a room with some asshole you didn't trust the slightest bit.

It didn't take long for the man to not only undress himself but also to basically tear the fabric off your body - quite literally because your shirt was being ripped open and he yanked your pants down hard enough for the stitches to give out on it.

Your mind went blank after that, everything was just a hazy blur as you tried to get it over with. There were cold hands on your body, then you fell, the landing was surprisingly soft.

A scream filled with pain ripped from your throat as the man thrusted in, in, in until he was fully inside of you, no lube, no preparation. A hand was firmly pressed against your mouth and while probably not intended, he also covered your nose leaving you no way to breathe but you took it, what were you supposed to do? Say no? With that hand on your lips? Yeah, pretty impossible. You also doubted that the asshole would care about your wants. It all went down when his other hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed, he didn't even try to ask for consent, he just took what he wanted, maybe needed.

Your hands were on his wrists in an instant, your nails dug into his skin in order to try and push his hands off of you but to no result, he was stronger. And then the hazy blur faded to black.

-

When Adam read the news about his favorite porn actor being killed he was quite furious.

The news articles all stated the same, that some rich bitch had paid for a session with you - an recorded one on top of it - and had choked you to death. And on top of that the manager of you had published the video, hell Adam was even able to see you die at his hands.

The news articles also blamed you for not giving him any signals to stop, Adam thought that was bullshit. He had followed your porn career for a while now, he had seen interviews too, if only two - it wasn't like many people wanted to interview pornstars on a daily base - he knew you had this little rule about consent and therefore he knew you had given the man signals he just tended to ignore them.

“Can you fucking believe it, Lute?” he asked angrily as he held his phone in front of her face, on the tiny screen there was a news article about your death, a picture of your corpse covered by a white sheet was also featured. Lute looked at it briefly, then shrugged, “Who cares? Just another whore that'll end up in hell.” Adam put down his phone and grabbed Lute by her shirt, “Watch your fucking mouth, he wasn't like the rest of those disgusting sluts.” Lute just shot him a weird look and mumbled a quiet, “Whatever, Sir,” as Adam let go of her clothes.

-

When the world around you got bright you were confused, what had happened?

You found yourself in someone's office, the walls were painted white and there were golden accents to make the room seem less stirile. “Where the fuck am I?” you asked, visibly confused as three pairs of eyes stared at you, one of them was a small girl, she looked delighted to see you. Then there was a woman, you figured it must have been her mother or something like that, she offered you a small smile. The last one was the face of a man who seemed to be equally confused as you were at first, but soon his expression softened a little.

“Well look who we have here,” the man spoke and got out of his seat to walk over to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he shot you a sharp grin.

“Welcome to heaven, Y/N.”

-

It took a good while for you to get used to the afterlife you were expecting, it looked like your beliefs had been with you and that God had decided to put you out of your misery and send you to heaven a little sooner than you had thought. Not that you complained though, the company was better than the people that had surrounded you on earth.

Adam and you had grown to be close friends in no time and soon after your bond had increased so much you had asked the first man out. He had agreed and so the two of you started dating.

He was surprisingly soft with you - was it really surprising though, given that he knew how you had died? No, not really. But it was nice that he accepted your ‘no’ without further questions - sometimes, when he was really into something you said no to, he sat down with you and talked it out, gave you all the options to stop whenever it got too much or you simply didn't like it. Consensual sex without fighting for what you wanted and didn't want was new to you, it wasn't something your former boss or former clients had ever given you.

But that all shattered when Adam requested something that really didn't sit right with you.

“Fuck no,” you exclaimed, and got up from the bed, “No choking, not after-” you cut yourself off, you weren't able to say it out loud, not yet at least, “No.” Adam sighed, he wasn't annoyed or frustrated, he was actually able to understand the situation you were in quite well. “Babes, I’m not gonna hurt you like that bastard did,” he explained himself while also giving you the space you needed, otherwise you'd feel cornered and that was the least thing he wanted you to feel in that moment.

You knew that, in the name of God, you fucking knew Adam wouldn't choke you unconscious and he most importantly wouldn't kill you again by doing so but it felt wrong to let anyone grab you by the throat with the slightest bit of force. “Adam,” you pleaded, your eyes begging him to drop the topic. Adam's body language softened and he patted on the bed, a nonverbal request for you to sit down again. You hesitated for a moment, then you sat down again.

His wing wrapped around you immediately and his arms pulled you to sit on his lap. His chin was resting on your shoulder as he softly spoke, “I’m not asking you to live through a full fucking session, I'm asking you to try it, to let me show you how it's properly done. You can always tell me to stop and I'll be off of you in an instant. I won't ask you to ever try it again if you don't like it.” The brunette's hands rested on your chest, one of them slowly moved upwards to caress your neck and acting out of instincts you leaned into the soft and warm touch of his.

You thought about it. You thought about it for a while and you came to the conclusion that Adam was right. Trying was okay, trying meant you were allowed to hate it. So you hummed in agreement adding a quiet, “Okay.”

-

Soft lips were kissing your throat and you tilted your head upwards to offer Adam more excess. The first man gladly took it as an invitation to leave hickeys on the soft skin of yours which earned him a throaty moan. “Someone’s fucking horny,” Adam grinned and pressed his palm against the slowly growing bulge in your pants. You immediately lifted your hips to chase the friction that was given to you, a deep groan was ringing through Adam's ears, fuck he could listen to the sounds you were making all day. “You’re one to talk,” you breathlessly countered and lifted your knee against Adam's crotch. The taller man's hips stuttered and his wings flapped in excitement at the newfound and unexpected friction. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled against your throat as his fingers clawed at your shoulders and his nails dug into your skin, the pain it caused was different than the pain men had brought you back on earth, the pain Adam was giving to you always felt so deliciously holy and you could drown in it.

You have had sex before with all kinds of men, rude and harsh ones, shy and soft ones, ones that took what they wanted and then left without the slightest thought of satisfying you. But with Adam it was different, Adam always made sure you were feeling as much pleasure as he was experiencing and if he were to get too caught up to jerk you off, he'd blow you afterwards.

Your fingers itched towards the hem of Adam's robe and pulled the soft fabric up until his lower half was exposed. “Get that stupid shit off, it's cockblocking us,” you growled with lust audible in your voice. That was something Adam was quick to do, he was always so eager to get undressed for you, no matter what, no matter when.

Once Adam's robe had hit the floor, your clothes were joining it in no time. Your naked bodies were pressed together, his lips never left your skin long enough for you to actually miss them, they were on you constantly. “Gonna fuck that brain out of your pretty head babes, it'll be all you will be able to think about for the entire week,” the first man whispered in a deep, aroused voice that gave you the most pleasant kind of goosebumps you've ever had and your body shuddered against his lips. “You gotta try real hard for that, you sure you can fuck me that well?” you teased, very much aware that, yes, he was able to do as he had just said, he had proven it before and he'd prove it again. “Watch it, whore,” he grinned up at you and then your nipple disappeared between his lips and another moan tore from your throat to let the first man know what an incredible job he was doing.

Back on earth you had disliked, maybe even hated the term. It was always used as an insult that was supposed to play down what you were doing but when Adam said it, it sounded like the most beautiful thing to achieve, to be called whore by Adam was something you took with pride, something that made your body heat rush to all the right areas.

“Nah,” you replied and even though it was more of a whine than an actual statement, you confidently continued, “You like it when I use my mouth and we both fucking know it.” Adam's wings twitched at the thought of you sucking him off and his eyes revealed that he liked the idea - not for now though, now you two had other plans. “Sure do, babes, sure do,” the brunette agreed as he reached for the bottle of lube that he had placed on the bedside table earlier.

That was also another thing you appreciated about the sex with Adam, while he made sure you were feeling that holy version of pain earth could never compare to, he was also gentle, well as gentle as someone like Adam could be. But he prepared you, always did, and he was the type of guy who'd rather use too much lube than not enough.

At first it had been weird for you that Adam knew about your carrier, in the name of Lord above that motherfucker had seen you die because of that stupid porno. But it turned out to be quite useful for him to have all that knowledge about your past, that way he knew how far he was allowed to go without constantly having to ask you. He did check on your well-being during sex though, a thing you appreciated very much. He also knew about the things you were into, figuring his kinks out was as easy as breathing, the first man did nothing to hide the things that turned him on.

Adam covered his fingers in lube, waited a moment for the liquid to warm up and then slowly started to push his index finger inside of you. Your back arched and your hips rocked down on his finger, taking it like it was a daily thing - maybe because it was. “Gimme the second one,” you breathed out and watched as Adam moved his hand a little, his index finger almost slipped out and you were about to complain but before you had the chance to, two fingers were thrusted inside of you and you groaned, “That’s what I'm talking ‘bout, pretty boy.”

“Just look at the filthy little slut you are,” his hand moved up and down your side before it stilled on your hip bone, “So fucking eager to take the first dick ever made.” You nodded, “And so fucking ready too, so what ya waiting for, big guy?” Your lips had curled up into a shit eating grin as you challenged him, “Scared you'll hurt me?” Oh and that made something inside of Adam snap.

He quickly withdrew his fingers, causing you to complain about the emptiness you were left with. “Adam,” you whined and wiggled your ass closer to his hips, “I can take both, your fingers and your dick.” That earned you a light slap on your hips, “Don’t be so fucking impatient, you'll get what is needed to shut your mouth.” “I think it'll make me open up instead, moaning yo-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan because the brunette had just bottomed out inside of you without any kind of warning. And the burn that came with it from how wide his dick stretched you was beautiful through and through.

“Don’t just fucking talk about moaning my name, do it,” he demanded and gripped your hips firmly to keep you from squirming, he didn't move however, gave you the time you needed to get used to the feeling. Oh the self control this man had was driving you insane. “Goddamn it, fuck me already, what use is it to have the first dick inside of me when it doesn't fucking do shit,” you whined as you threw your head back into the pillows.

Adam didn't move his hips, however he leaned over you and wrapped his left hand around your throat, there was no pressure at all, just the feeling of his hand. For a moment panic flooded your brain and your body screamed at you to make him stop, to tell him not to fucking touch you like that, but then he spoke up and his voice was so soft, sounded so worried, “You decide when it is too much, if this is too much you simply say so and I won't touch you like that again unless you ask for it like a good fucking boy you can be.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed, his hand was still on your throat but you relaxed. “No, it's okay,” you whispered without looking at him, then added, “Now get to the fucking point and fuck my brains out like you promised.” And then there was pressure on your throat but at the same time the brunette started to move his hips, the pace at which his hips slammed in and out was bruising but it was exactly what you needed. You bared your throat as much as you could, showing him that it was okay, showing him that you trusted him with this, “Fuck, Adam.”

The sound of Adam's balls slapping against your ass filled the room and while one hand was firmly yet not painfully wrapped around your throat, the other slowly slid up your torso until it reached your nipple, the skilful fingers of your lover twisted it in such delicious ways that moan after moan spilled from your lips and Adam admired it, admired you. He was purely enchanted whenever you got vocal during sex - which was quite often.

“Fucking right, whore, moan for me ‘n’ my dick,” he hissed before he caught your lips in a bruising kiss, your back arched off the mattress even more, your hips tried to chase his whenever he pulled out only to slam himself back in again a second later. A whine fell from your lips and seeped into the kiss, your wings closed around his back, trapping the both of you behind feathers but neither of you minded, you were both too caught up in pleasure to care about such things. “Adam, please,” you moaned as your hips helplessly moved in sync with his own, “Fucking touch me.”

Normally Adam would make you beg for it, deny you your orgasm for as long as he could, but not that day. You had been doing so well for him, had tried something that neither of you were sure you would like. You had given him your trust by allowing you to touch in ways no one ever touched you with consent and he wanted to reward you for it, wanted to give you what you so desperately graved. As he attempted to let go of your throat you stopped him. Your hand tightly gripped his wrist in order to keep his hand where it was and you looked him in the eyes as you said, “I fucking dare you to stop choking me, use your other hand to jerk me off.”

He couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled through his body but he did as he was told and once his hand had started to stroke your dick, it only took you a few moments to reach your climax. The white wetness covered your stomach, a few drops even reached Adam's chest but you were too fucked out to pay any mind to it, all that you were able to focus on was Adam, Adam, Adam. Adam, who was fucking you through your orgasm to chase his own, Adam who didn't take much longer to reach his peak, Adam who filled you up with his cum until it started to leak.

The first man breathed heavily on top of you as he pulled out, a weak snap of his fingers cleaned both of your bodies before he fell into the sheets beside you. Well to be fair he had landed on your wing instead of the mattress but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You turned around to face him and curled up against his chest, Adam wrapped his entire body around you in order to keep you warm and protected.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He kissed your head softly.

“Anything for you, babes.”

[heartfullofleeches]

Player yan and yan arranged marriage spouse seems interesting. What's their story? What's their deal? How crazy or sane are we talking about here?

Player Yan + Buff Childhood friend reader + Yan Spouse

Player Yan had a best friend once upon a time. Tiny - even for their age and sweet as can be. Back when they had a heart, they were head over heels for this friend and protected them from everything. Said friend eventually moves away and they're left heartbroken. They try to keep tabs over the years, but their parents get involved and warn them to stop chasing what never could be. Out of retaliation and grief at the lost of their only love, they waste all of mommy and daddy's money on partying and people to ease the pain. This entire time they were already promised to someone who they've never formally met. Two seconds alone with that person made them want to splatter their brains over a wall. They finally meet as their spouse moves back to their city after finishing college - bringing their bodyguard along with them.

"Hm?... Oh, hey - it's you! I've missed you like crazy."

What? Have you slept together before or something? Talking about awkward.

"You mean you don't remember me? You're wearing our bracelet right now. It's me - Y/n. They may be my boss, but I'll protect you too!

Y/n. They didn't recognize you looking like... that. After you moved away, you still got picked on for your height and without them to protect you it was all on you to defend yourself. A late growth helped too. As soon as you tell them that they're scouring your year books for ever bully you've ever had, but they've already gone missing or had their lives destroyed. You met their spouse in college and walked them back to their dorm one night after they had been tailed home after a party. They admired your puppy dog vibes and couldn't stop thinking about you days after. Early on in your friendship, you made vague comments about being strapped for cash and they offered to pay you to be their bodyguard. You joked about it being silly to pay for something you already were and they were in love.

You move in with both of them as it's the only way to keep them from butting heads constantly.v They shower you in gifts and hire random people so you can play hero and show off those muscles you worked so hard to gain.

Childhood Reader: Thanks for the new shirt, boss! Must've grown a few sizes since it's a little small on me, but I'll wear anything you give me once to show how much I appreciate it.

Player Yan: No problem. As always - there's more where that came from.

Yan Spouse: Fucking Pervert.

Player Yan: motherfucker - we both know those shorts you ordered aren't in your size

Yan Spouse: .... Fuck you.

-

Player Yan, holding a knife to their spouses neck: I'm sick and tired off you getting in my way. They were mine first and they're still mine. I doubt even your parents would care if I slit your throat if I put the right price tag.

Yan Spouse: You are such a fucking child. You think killing me will make them love you? You're too pussy to do it anyway.

[As player Yan raises their blade, you walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel]

You: Hey boss... I think I might've used up all the hot water..... what's going on?

Yan Spouse and Player Yan, brains short-circuiting: Foreplay

[olderthannetfic]

I just got a comment saying I should have tagged for dom/sub undertones and I'm a little confused. In canon, this guy always bosses his wife around re: doing shit that's healthy for her - napping, drinking water, remembering to eat more than once a day, getting more than 3 hours of sleep - and she lovingly calls him "Boss Man" as a nickname because of it. On some occasions where she's gone more than a day without eating he'll swipe her phone and order her to eat before she gets it back, something she always seems to find endearing. There's a lot of 'I didn't mean to worry you', 'you're worth worrying about, now here's your favorite homemade walnut bread' stuff, all there in canon, just lifted from canon and transplanted into my fic.

Is this dom/sub stuff? I'm aroace so I've never been in a relationship, but I assumed "take care of yourself" "I will but I will call you a silly nickname over it" was regular relationship stuff. Or is it that the frequency of it makes it dom/sub stuff, and I'm just not grasping that because my neurodivergency is making me not read the social cues correctly? I was only recently diagnosed but this has been a problem for a long time, the whole line between normal and abnormal behavior, so I thought I'd ask you. You're much more well-read than I am and know a lot more about shipping dynamics and how they're tagged. I feel like you're an expert whose opinion carries a lot of conclusions-informed-by-knowledge and so your take could help me figure this out.

People who are doms or subs or write them, if you have a guide on this stuff, that'd be cool, too. I want to educate myself more so I know if I should tag something. After all, I can't get my story to people who want to read it if it doesn't show up in the tags they're searching for. Readers aren't mindreaders. It's on me to make sure they can get ahold of the things they're looking for. I just need to work around my own ADHD-addled brain to do it.

--

I think this is the usual pattern of demanding silly tags that would only make sense in that reader's own bookmarks.

Yes, caretaking and food control of various kinds can be a part of BDSM. No, your description of canon does not make it sound like this has obvious undertones.

Readers are going to have different interpretations. It's possible that other readers would agree with this one. I have my doubts. I suspect they're projecting. But sure, maybe other people would think there was some of that vibe.

However, if you did not intend the fic to read this way, I would not add the tag. This is not what the fic is about.

--

As for what this kind of thing can look like when it is intended as a dom/sub activity, the movie Secretary has a bunch of examples. She calls him on the phone to tell him what her family's dinner looks like that night; he gives her instructions about which things she can eat how much of. The way she acts while making that phone call makes it clear it's an exciting game to her. Another time, he tells her she's not allowed to cut herself anymore: he will provide what she needs.

Even if the characters are being playful, just nagging someone to do basic self care doesn't really come across as this. It's more charged when it's an intentional power exchange thing.

It's more like... hmm... if you and a friend agreed to LARP as characters for a day. Even if you were acting fairly normal and doing things you'd often do anyway, there would be this added extra vibe to it that someone who knew you well could probably detect.

It's not so much about the specific behaviors: it's about the extra meaning those people ascribe to them. If it doesn't seem like the canon characters think of this caretaking any specific way and you, as the fic author, don't see it that way, then I don't think it will generally read as a dom/sub thing to most readers.

[nyazhis-jsablr]

Battle of the Blixers Audition Results!

“Welcome back to the Battle of the Blixers, and now it’s time to see which of your Blixers got in!”

“But first of all, I’d like to express a large thank you to you all who auditioned, and I’m very honored to see just how many of you Blixers are up for competition!”

“Second of all, if your Blixer didn’t make it in, but if you still want to participate, you can still make them do the challenges if you want! Kinda like a ‘fanmade entry’ or something.”

“Now finally, Out of 24 Auditions, let’s reveal who got in!”

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in no particular order…

1: Blixer (@\blixersupremacy)

2: Valekyr

3: Blixer Kunzite

4: Blixel

5: Blixter (@\starwlf)

6: Blixer Eclipses

7: Blixter (@\zim-card)

8: Corruptix

9: Blixer (@\thecorruptmatrix)

10: Moxir

“A huge Congratulations to every Blixer who got into the competition!”

“Here’s our leaderboard so far!”

“Expect the first contest to come out in a few days (ooc: around 5 days or so), so stay tuned! I’m Step, and this has been the Battle of the Blixers!”

[lucabyte]

your ocs!!!!! please ramble about them!!!!

i love your art so much

(GRABS YOU) H. CAN DO BOSS.

So ! My ocs. I guess I'll do an overall explainer for the overall groups. If you check out my Toyhouse (LINK!) there's a bunch of folders up top that are how I categorise them. It's primarily by universe except for the folders that are just "misc."

So folder 1: Blatant favouritism:

These are silly little guys that don't fit in any specific wider universe, but I really really like. So I'll spotlight the two important ones before i get real in the weeds with my main universe.

In here are notably, my Fursona (self explanatory), Ali and Pittsburgh Cincinnati. There's also Hauntkit and Clearpelt who are warriorcats ocs that *is dragged away by airport security*

... So, Pittsburgh, lovingly sometimes called pissbug, is a weird little Thing who I made as like, an homage to characters like happy bunny and Sweetypuss. She (and her weird dog) exist to stand next to strange and offputting captions. I love her. No further context. She's just silly. and violent.

Now. Ali.

Ali Alighieri has thoroughly stolen the show, and also ties into the next folder along, Making Your MK.

With over a hundred extra images compared to second place (Sorry, Tabitha). Ali is my fucked up little scrunkly. My little baby guy. They're a shared character of mine and @samhainian's, and is from their Creature Feature setting (A modern fantasy setting wherein Cryptids and Magic are real but in our modern world.) They are as such, a modern human young adult... Who is also a demon + magic user.

Strange little pansexual altersex genderqueer poetry-nerd that they are... The modern setting also means they are literally just a tumblr user. A fellow countryman, so to speak.

HOWEVER.... Ali's true origin was in *Purrgatorio*, a scrapped visual novel of mine set in the MYMK universe! They were simply retrofitted into CF as the joke with Purrgatorio was that a regular human had mysteriously just shown up in MYMK's pure-furry setting.... And then when we scrapped the project we got all attatched to our little not-so-blank-slate protagonist. But I'll put a pin in Purrgatorio for later.

Making Your MK.

(Guest of honour: My super unfinished website <3)

Okay so here's the big one. The setting with.... (looks at spreadsheet) 109 characters not including so-called incidentals. At time of writing.

MYMK is home to... Multiple stories. As you would hope when a setting has 100+ characters. I'd wager each story has about 10-20 relevant characters tops but with a big shared universe like this there gets to be overlap between casts!!! Yay !!! 😊😊😊

MYMK is the name of the main story in the setting. Pronounced "Making your Mark", it is centered around Markus Felidae (The purple one) and their family. It's very action-adventure-y. It's also the plot I'm most secretive about the backend of since I WILL!!!!! Turn it into a nice prose story with pictures SOMEDAY!!!!! But for now tee hee hee secrets secrets. Markus' family is strange and ragtag and is keeping something from them... I can't ramble on too long here unless further prompted in asks about specifics but!!! Everyone in the MYMK folder has a fully furbished little profile with a blurb about them. So if you're curious....

But yeah, I tend to think of the MYMK setting more in terms of its Locations than its Casts, due to the overlapping nature of them all. The Malbranche may be the villains of the main plot, but they're also major players in relation to The Palsgrave who are the antagonists of Moraine, etc etc,

The country everything in MYMK is set in is called New Orphidian, Southern hemisphere little thing, here's a very cartoony map of it.

Um. Cliffside!

Since it's the best map I have... Here's an exclusive sneak peek of a Zine I'll be getting back to once the fandom brain cools down a bit.... :3c

(... I REALLY NEED TO DO A TOUR AROUND THE MINECRAFT CLIFFSIDE SAM AND I BUILT..... IT'S SO CUTE....)

Cliffside is situated on a big ol' Cliff.

A tiny hamlet of a place, it used to have reason to exist, and now does not. It's not even a good tourist locale, as the cliff is much too dangerous compared to the nicer tourist spot of Welkin just a little north. Not to mention nearby Moraine's allure as a tax haven with no labour laws place where a bunch of TV and Movies are filmed!

It's where most of MYMK's main cast reside (except the antagonists from the Big City Varmonte), and is as such a location I have a lot of tiny little worldbuilding thoughts about :)

I won't go into the other locations here just because then this post will SUPER get away from me but... I think most importantly for Cliffside right now...

Is that it's where Purrgatorio is set. Yes, that VN I said got scrapped. It's not dead. It is in fact serving it's original intended purpose as "A (mostly) noncanon exploration of character voice and setting"

It's back and its prose babeyyyyyyy!!! (A BUNCH OF THE EARLY STUFF IS ME BEING SUPER RUSTY ... BE WARNED)

Purrgatorio is currently the most publicly available coherent work I have out of my ocs! It's very low-stakes and serves mostly to bash my toys together and see what character dynamics come out, but you can look if you want to!

(There's also a whole THING on the meta of its Canonicity... It's not canon, but it's also not NOT canon. But if I talk about Metanarrative Timeline Collapse in my normal mundane non-magic setting im gonna sound bonkers ✌)

Ali's dynamics with the MYMK cast are so goddamn funny to me. Like I literally just handed my OCs some ET shit but ET is a sexually repressed tumblr user with a mood disorder.

But yeah I don't think I can coherently string together much more about MYMK without just actually explaining THE WHOLE PLOT.... Though I will absolutely elaborate on any given character's Whole Deal if i'm prompted. (OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT CHROME AND TABITHA. WAIT. OKAY THERE'S. OK NO IF I TALKED ABOUT THEM IT'D JUST END UP AN ESSAY ,SORRY..)

So here's some bonafide classic images for the road.

(IF TUMBLR BREAKS THE FORMATTING AND JUST PUTS THESE ONE AFTER THE OTHER INSTEAD OF IN A GRID IM SO SORRY LMAOOOOO)

... And as for the other folders on my toyhouse!

Misc and Fandom are what they sound like. Self explanatory,

Then, Ysden is @samhainian's fantasy setting. It's where our DnD games happen to be set but it's also a general fantasy setting :)

and Monster of the Week... Is currently being revamped! It used to be a modern world setting with hidden magic, now it's going to be more... Adventure Time-y. Fantasy world get iphone. Yknow. It has a lower Age Rating than MYMK's "anything goes", as it started as a Pitch Bible Project in my animation class. They're a little neglected but I still love them :) The revamp is extemely recent and not reflected in any of the art/writing yet but I'm workin on it. It still doesn't have a proper title..... OTL

So yeah!! Uh. This wasn't as comprehensive as I was hoping but it turns out I have way, WAY too many thoughts on my guys. And no idea what to do when im actually asked about them so !!!! This was not a very coherent ramble but it was a ramble !

There's things like essays on Chrome and Tabitha (Link) and also The Queer Gender Identities Of The Whole Cast (Link) hiding around on my toyhouse, and once again, Purrgatorio (Link) serves as my sandbox for playing with how these characters act in situations.

But..... ! I did try to make my toyhouse approachable for the average layman. Every character in the MYMK folder (Link) has a *blurb* of information, rather than a giant wall of text explaining everything about them. I want people to be able to understand their general vibe at a glance rather than be overwhelmed.

In any case ???? Uh. Fun game for everyone: If you know your homestuck classpect, every single MYMK character has a classpect and lunar sway. and a birthday. Try and find your andrew-hussie assigned kin! As a Prospitian Witch of Heart, I share my classpect and lunar sway with Chrome. No I don't know what this means. It worries me honestly he's kind of an asshole.

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What's your ffavorite AU or version of Dazai/Chuuya/BSD? :3

oop, hello!! 👀

That's...actually really hard for me to say, because I feel like every AU/version of skk turns into total brainrot for me. I don't make the rules, the brain just makes it happen and I obsess. This got so unintentionally long I'm sorry in advance. (Hid the rest of it under a read more because wow I'll just keep going if you let me)

For versions: definitely BEAST. It's not even funny how I'll just yap in DMs or in tags about my love for BEAST, and not even just beast!skk, but all the beast versions of the characters that appear. It holds a special place in my heart because I feel like it had so much what-if potential and had the perfect amount of angst that even when I read it a third time, my eyes will still get watery knowing what the ending is. Definitely bittersweet, because I always find myself rooting for the cast by the end, but what do you mean Mori's overcome with guilt about a certain young man he failed to save and doesn't want that to happen again in Atsushi? 😭 my heart.

AUs: UH. I have major kitsunezai brainrot. Even before I started writing, I loved all the fanart of him as a kitsune (and the official art which jumpstarted it all!!) and now that I dipped my toes into writing kitsunezai, he won't leave my head. He thinks it's funny tormenting me with random scenes and ideas that I should write when I'm trying my hardest to give others things love and attention. I usually like pairing him with human!chuuya because it can offer some angst potential with a nine-tailed fox who's pretty much immortal with an actual mortal. Dazai being a lonely shut-in on a mountain lamenting a lack of human connection, Chuuya comes along, and he learns to make the best of it. It also can offer a lot of silly moments with kitsune powers like shapeshifting, illusion manipulation, foxfire, etc. so the idea of him using those to mess with Chuuya and mess with people as a whole tickles me.

Special mention for angel/demon AU that unlocked something in me after writing it. I like it for being ~scandalous~ in the same way that angel/demon!skk are still on opposite sides and supposed to despise each other because that's the name of the game, and yet. I found it hard to actually fit either of them into either angel or demon because there's cases where both of them could be either an angel or a demon. Angels aren't stereotypically benevolent, they can be mischievous, just like how demons aren't all needlessly cruel.

Also: what-if AUs like pm!boss Chuuya where it's like BEAST-adjacent but Chuuya is the boss and Dazai remains underboss. Angsty. Delicious. I mentioned once before where Chuuya would definitely make for a pretty good boss if he was the one destined to take up the role, but he's different from Mori and Dazai in how he approaches life and how he sees others. Having to make a choice that involves someone's death would be mentally taxing on him and he'd internalize that, even knowing he was making the right decisions.

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7 • A Bitter Blow | YLGSE

Pairing: Mob Boss Bucky x Baker Reader

Summary: After leaving the club will Bucky follow you? How will you cope with the knowledge that Yelena betrayed you & will the Mob Boss accept your decision?

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, love bombing, betrayal, swearing, slightly horny thoughts, Mob Boss Bucky, Mob Business.

A/N: I was going to post a one shot this weekend but I didn't want to leave you hanging! Let me know what you think!!

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He fucked up, he knew it the second his eyes found yours amongst the crowd, he had let his insecurities & imposter syndrome take the bait that Natasha had obviously set up for him, hook, line & sinker. He would need all of his strength not to put a bullet between her eyes for doing it, but he knew ultimately, they were his actions & he had to be accountable for them. He should have made it perfectly clear that he wanted nothing to do with those girls & he didn’t have any intention of letting it go further than it already had, at least that’s what he was telling himself.

The look on your face he knew would keep him awake at night, sure there was anger but the ease at which you looked like you accepted it threw him, as if you were already prepared for him to hurt you. There was no point chasing after you, as much as every fibre of his being urged him to find you & tell you it was all for show & it meant nothing, it would just end up with raised voices & him probably saying things he didn’t mean because he had been backed into a corner of his own making. Instead, he shook off the two blondes latched onto him then watched as you said something to Nat’s sister, down your drink then leave, without her, he wasted no time himself & without a word to anyone got up & left.

Earlier that night

The deal with stark had finally been done, he had spent the entire week burning the candle at both ends, meeting after meeting in all hours of the night interspersed with visits to your bakery to spend pockets of time with you over coffee when he could & he was never far from his phone to text you when he couldn’t make it in person. He might have been out of practice dating, but he found the need to be around you at all times helped keep all his attention trained on you when it wasn’t caught up with work, making sure to send you gifts to apologise for his absence & promising to make it up at the weekend where he had planned to completely spoil you silly, despite you insisting that you understood he was busy & the presents were not necessary.

Sat in his office breathing out all the tension he had been harbouring during the week he was relishing the thought of an evening of peace, he knew you had been roped into a night out so wanted to remain sober & free just in case you needed him to collect you, something he was persistent on since you told him you were going out. He would rather get up at 2am & make sure you were safe than you risk an uber & end up in danger, but you were stubborn as they got it would seem & refused a driver.

Steve, Sam & Natasha aka the three stooges barged in unannounced looking like they were on some sort of mission waylaying his plans to call you before you left for the night, it irked him that they would dare walk in without so much of a knock, Chanel no doubt on a break or left for the day. He scribbled down a note on his pad about installing a remote lock on the door, so he could be left undisturbed or maybe for when you visited to fulfil the fantasy of him bending you over his desk.

Sam clicked his fingers in front of his boss’s eyes who looked as though he was lost in his head somewhere, ‘what’s going on in that cyborg brain of yours Bucky, come back to us man, we’re going out to celebrate & we’re taking you with us.’

Blinking the reverie from his eyes he firmly shook his head at the thought, ‘No thanks, got big plans tonight with my couch.’

The smirk plastered on Sam’s face irritated the Mob Boss, he knew what was coming & was in no mood for his antics, ‘You’re seeing that Baker girl again?’

‘No, she’s busy I’m gonna hang out in my apartment & if she needs a ride I’ll pick her up.’

Natasha scoffed hoping it would set her plan into action, ‘Jesus, she’s got you whipped. Since when do you turn down drinks & some company for a woman?’

Bucky’s head twisted towards the red head lounging on the couch in his office, ‘I’m not whipped at all, just fucking tired, still need to deal with the Rumlow situation too so gotta think about that.’

‘Well you can be tired & think tomorrow, right now your staff have worked hard & wanna party.’ As far as Bucky was concerned Samuel was far too jovial to be in the Mob, it should have been beaten out of him by now.

‘Then go right ahead.’

It was Steve’s turn to scoff this time, ‘Jesus one woman & you’re going soft, what would your dad think?’

He moved like lightening across the room, haunches up, blade out pressed to Steve’s skin before he had chance to flinch. ‘Get my fathers name out your fucking mouth.’

Natasha rose from the sofa to try & diffuse the situation, ‘Christ Barnes, you’ve nothing to prove.’

He retracted the knife, running his hands through his hair trying to calm himself down, were people saying he’d gone soft? A few flowers & jewels weren’t enough to make him soft, it’s not like he was marrying you … yet. If all it took was him going out for a drink to shut them up, fine, he would happily prove them wrong.

It started out pretty tame, a few drinks in Vibranium, then Steve insisted on a strip club, Bucky still went along with it, but things escalated when two particular dancers who he knew intimately came over to give him a private dance, he tried shaking them off, but an eyebrow raise from Natasha shut him up. Of course, they followed him to the final club of the night, settling themselves on his lap, he wasn’t totally comfortable & there was an unfamiliar feeling of guilt creeping up on him the entire night. He hadn’t even checked his phone on the odd chance you had messaged him & by this point he felt utterly sick at the thought that you had asked for a ride at some point & he hadn’t answered. He doubled down telling himself to relax & enjoy the company, he wasn’t doing anything wrong & people were mistaken if they thought he had gone soft for a woman.

But the second he saw your eyes across that club he knew he had, one thing Steve didn’t realise whilst goading his friend, was that whilst yes, his father was ruthless, almost taking pleasure in ending people’s lives, especially when they had betrayed him, he was temperamental, aggressive & an asshole but when it came to Winnifred Barnes, the man was as soft as silk. For his kids too, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for them, he raised Bucky to be tough, but he typically used the carrot rather than the stick approach. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree in that regard, but his father wouldn’t have ever let his ma down like he had you & he swore to himself he wouldn’t ever again.

Thankfully a line of cabs waited outside the club, you had spotted Peter waiting in Bucky’s car but in your haste to leave you avoided him & almost felt guilty for ignoring his wave, you had a feeling Bucky wasn’t going to follow you out from the nonplussed expression on his face when he saw you, but then again you had a feeling he was a good guy, so what did you know?

He could easily drop by your place if you somehow managed to get in a cab before he came out to find you & you really weren’t in the right frame of mind to face him, getting in the taxi there was only one person you wanted to turn to right now.

‘Honey, what happened? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?’ Wanda was frantically scanning you for injuries, having turned up to the hospital unannounced with a truly miserable look on your face, she didn’t need to be a mind reader to know something happened.

You shook your solemn head, ‘No Wands, I’m ok.’

She wrapped her arm around you, holding you tight to her side, ‘Clearly not, come on, I’ll take a break & you tell me what’s going on, ok?’

You nodded & let her lead the way, she made a quick stop at the staff room for a hoodie & coffee, having felt how cold you were in your mini dress & her motherly instincts wanted to warm you up with something comforting, she found an unused suture room & set you both up with your drinks so you could tell her what was going on.

‘Wands why are men such scum bags … apart from Vis of course.’ You may have had your heart stomped on, but you didn’t want to piss off your friend tarnishing all men with the same brush, mainly because she had bagged herself one of the good ones.

The look you had seen many times appeared on her exhausted face, you felt a flood of guilt that you were troubling her with your silly issues when she should be busy saving lives or napping on her break instead of comforting you through your issues, ‘Oh honey, what happened.’

You sat pathetically perched on the table, legs swinging with the sleeves of the hoodie curled over your hands propping your face up with your elbows on your knees, ‘I went to a new club with Yelena & I saw James, he said he was gonna stay in tonight & wait for me to call so he could pick him up but he was there with two women sat on his thighs, practically licking his face.’

Her expression turned from pure empathy to vengeful rage in a split second, it was quite an impressive range of emotions to see in such a short space of time, ‘I’ll kill him.’

Your shoulders shook from laughing at her terrifying voice, you had no doubt she meant it but her diminutive stature & the fact she was soft to her very core meant she wouldn’t ever be able to inflict violence on anyone, ‘No you won’t, but I appreciate the threat to his life.’

You twiddled your fingers in the jumper trying to work out how you were really feeling after the shock of seeing him settled, ‘The thing is Wands, we hadn’t discussed anything about being exclusive, so he technically didn’t do anything wrong. I insisted he didn’t wait for me all night but he was so adamant that he wanted to pick me up I assumed he was staying in, so again he did nothing wrong.’

You let out a big sigh trying to reconcile the other betrayal that had dawned on you in the cab after you deleted James’ number trying not to feel a stab at the last message he sent you telling you how much he would miss talking to you tonight, ‘but that’s not the worst thing.’

Wanda hated seeing you so defeated, you never got hung up on a guy so knew it ran deeper than just him, ‘Go on.’

‘I’m pretty sure I was catching some major feelings for him, so yeah it hurts, but what hurts the most is I think Yelena set it all up with her sister.’ You could feel your bottom lip wobbling at the admission, never did you think Yelena would betray you like tonight, she was incredibly loyal, but maybe her loyalty sat with her sister more than it did you.

If the rage towards what Bucky did was scary, she went nuclear hearing that, ‘WHAT?’

‘Yeah’, you nodded trying to stop your quivering lip turn into a sob, ‘She was really tense all night even more than normal, she kept trying to rush me, telling me we needed to be there by 10 & whenever I asked why, she never really gave me an answer & was being really weird. She found a table that happened to be reserved, that happened to give me a clear view of where they were all sat & when I did see him, she didn’t even acknowledge the situation, didn’t move to punch him or threaten to kill him & she didn’t even question me walking off or if she should come with me.’

A single tear escaped your eye & quickly blotted with your sleeve, ‘What you gonna do honey?’

You shrugged feeling more miserable with each passing second, ‘I don’t want to see her.’

‘That’s fine, you have every right to not be on good terms with her right now but maybe she did you a favour. If that’s the kind of guy he is on top of the Mob thing, which is bad enough already, are you really willing to put up with that?’

‘hmmm.’ You drummed your fingers across your chin, although no, you certainly wouldn’t put up with that & the only chance you were going to give he blew you weren’t mad at him, just disappointed that would be it between you & you gotten laid out of it. ‘I think I’m going to become a lesbian.’

Wanda smiled at your ridiculously quick turnaround, only you could turn your frown upside down that quickly & make a joke out of it, although knowing you she wasn’t sure the lesbian bit was a joke, ‘If I recall you had your shot in college & you said it wasn’t for you’

Giggling you wouldn’t help a little dig, ‘Ha, maybe I didn’t try hard enough, we worked better as friends Wands, you need to get over it already.’

‘We both know you love cock too much to be a full time lesbian.’

Now that had you laughing, you both doubled over at the bluntness of the statement, the arrangement with Peter delivering to the hospital meant you didn’t get your usual Wanda time, you really had missed it. ‘Good point. Ugh I didn’t even get to see his, it felt huge when I gave it a rub.’

‘Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t see it. Like pandora’s box or something, keep that genie in the lamp.’

‘Honestly that thing could have granted every wish I’d ever had, I know it.’ She playfully batted your arm giggling away with you whilst giving you a side hug.

At least you still had Wanda in your corner, you stayed to catch up with her for the rest of her break before admitting you were exhausted & headed home, putting on your big girl pants in the Uber you sent a text to Yelena, immediately putting your phone on airplane mode to avoid any potential replies.

You were wary approaching your building, eyes darting around looking for anything unusual, any parked cars that weren’t the norm on your street, it was late & you just wanted to go to bed. You hadn’t heard a peep from Bucky or Yelena so half expected one of them to be waiting for you in the shadows, but apparently, they were as cowardly as you hoped, or they didn’t care as much as you thought, with the coast clear you made your way into your apartment.

You headed straight for the bathroom with the intention of a long hot shower, passing through the lounge you didn’t bother turning on the lights & caught a flash of red hair reflecting from the street lights coming through your window, the yelp you let out wasn’t your proudest moment but the last thing you expected to see was someone sat in the dark waiting for you.

‘Shit, fuck, how did you get in Natasha.’ Your hand instinctively covered your heart as it practically beat out of your chest.

‘I thought you’d come straight here, so when you didn’t show up I got cold, you should really lock your windows when you leave.’

Flabbergasted at her cool & calm demeanour, you scoffed ‘I have nothing of value.’

‘I wouldn’t say that.’ She nodded to the necklace you were unconsciously holding, a habit you had picked up since you put it on a few days prior, the unwelcomed guest didn’t fail to spot the piece of jewellery that once belonged to her boss’s mother hanging from your neck.

Having it pointed out that you were clutching it like some sort of comfort blanket, you let it drop suddenly feeling like it was weighing you down, ‘yeah well now you’re here, you can make yourself useful & return it to the sender.’

Natasha rolled her eyes, ‘Bit dramatic, it suits you, you should keep it, he would want you to keep it.’

‘Why are you here Natasha?’

‘I wanted to apologise for dragging Yelena into this. She only brought you to the club, she didn’t know that was what you would see & I hope it hasn’t ruined your friendship.’

She almost sounded sincere, but the dismissive shoulder shrug rubbed you the wrong way. ‘Why did you do it?’

‘I know Bucky, he had good intentions when it came to you, but he doesn’t commit to women, so I made sure you saw the kind of man that he really is. You are too sweet for him, this life is not all sprinkles & rainbows, he’d ruin you & I didn’t want you to get hurt.’

‘And yet, I got hurt. Because of your actions, not his.’ You let out a sigh, all you wanted was the day to be done, to take a shower, crawl into bed & sleep this feeling off, you reached behind the back of your neck to unclasp the necklace & threw it over to the red head. ‘Sell it, flush it down a toilet or give it him back I don’t care.’

As you turned towards the bedroom you looked over your shoulder to the red head still sat contently in your lounge, ‘let yourself out.’ With a brow raised she watched you walk away, maybe you were tougher than you looked, not many people spoke to her like you just did. Despite telling herself she did the right thing, as she studied the necklace swaying from her finger she felt a growing unease that she might have ruined two friendships & the outcome would push the two people together she was trying to keep apart.

You didn’t even wait for her to leave before you turned on the shower & stripped out of your clothes, you felt the most naked you had all week without the weight of emeralds sitting on your sternum & the raw feelings exposed to the empty room.

One sob, that’s all you allowed yourself as the heaviness of reality set in, betrayed by your friend & discarded by a man, all in the same moment & it fucking hurt, tears didn’t count in the under the steaming hot water so maybe you were crying, maybe you weren’t, but the pity party ended the second you stepped out.

Bucky sat in a blacked-out Aston Martin DBX watching you rushed off your feet serving customers, Yelena hadn’t been in to work today, he hoped it was because she was sick or hungover but deep down he was feeling an insurmountable guilt that you may have lost a loyal staff member & friend because of him. His worry that you worked too much was now in overdrive, you weren’t even going to get a moments peace if no one was helping you out, you may not accept it, but he shot a text to the one person he thought you could do with right now.

Finding your necklace on his desk first thing was the first crushing blow to his day, he still hadn’t dealt with Natasha & he had a feeling she had something to do with it being returned but she was nowhere to be found, wisely choosing to make herself scarce.

He was going to fix this, that he was sure of, he knew it would take patience & lot of grovelling, you were worth it & hopefully it would prove to everyone how serious he was taking this, it wasn’t a test run or an experiment, for once in his life he was committed to committing.

Peter turned up shortly after your third mini meltdown of the day, it was too much serving customers, clearing tables & baking, once the day was done you would be able to take a breath & re-strategize how you were going to cope on your own. The sight of an enthusiastic volunteer both warmed your heart & made your blood boil, Bucky knew you were alone, which mean he had stopped by without you noticing & you knew he sent Peter to check on you, a canary down the mine to feel out how mad you were.

Your stubbornness was about to fuck you up, you could see that, you could acknowledge it, so why were you letting it take over all logic that was screaming at you to accept the help, even if it was indirectly from him. A deep sigh recalibrated your brain & you reached for Yelena’s frilly apron handing it to the literal excited puppy in front of you, ‘Thank you Peter, can you clear the tables whilst I serve customers.’

‘Will do Boss.’ He quickly got to work & you managed to fly through the line of customers waiting to be served, throughout the day you showed him how to use the till, the coffee machine & most importantly how to prepare your coffee. He excelled in all areas & it only reminded you how wasted he was under Bucky’s employment, if anything came out of this whole mess it was the determination to set him up on a better path, one that included attending MIT & fulfilling his potential.

You ended the day dead on your feet, was it a good thing you didn’t have any spare capacity to be miserable about what transpired? Sure, but not dealing with it wouldn’t be the best idea, you’d have to face it sometime. Peter left with the usual surplus stock & told you he’d be there bright & early in the morning, he had spent the day checking on you but not overbearingly so, like he was a concerned friend rather than mother hen.

Instead of going home, you decided to stay upstairs in your father’s old apartment, with the amount of work needed to be done to prepare for the next day it would be a pointless endeavour to trek back to your apartment in the small hours of the morning just to crash & then come straight back, so you figured you may as well face one of your daemons whilst avoiding the other.

The melancholy hit you as soon as you crossed the threshold of the upstairs apartment, if you closed your eyes & inhaled strongly enough you could still smell faint hints of your father’s cologne, but visually he was everywhere, the shelves filled with countless recipes books, boxes sat full of old invoices waiting to be shredded, next to them records stacked high with the old record player, you had to stop yourself welling up at the memories of him twirling you around the floor to Sinatra in your little tutu after your weekly ballet class when you were 6.

You had been avoiding facing the task of clearing out the apartment for years, not long after your father died you hired a cleaner to come upstairs once a month & freshen up the place until you could decide what to do with it, you were thanking your lucky stars that you didn’t have to deal with any dust or eight legged friends during the night.

Whenever the subject of letting out the space above the bakery was mentioned it felt as though a dark cloud was looming over you, avoiding problems was your specialist subject, so not going home to face the Mob Boss potentially waiting for you was completely within your remit. You may be swapping one problem for another but hey, at least you were finally forced to deal with the longest standing issue.

In the days that followed there was no sign of the Mob Boss physically, but gifts started to arrive the morning after & never seem to end, boxes in every size imaginable were being delivered at regular intervals, the temptation to open them great but your self-preservation overruled your curious mind & so all remained unopened in your office except for the bouquet of flowers & notes that accompanied each surprise. Those were moved to the apartment upstairs & you would end every evening in some sort of masochistic self-sabotage by reading them.

The first one was a simple hand-written note detailing that he would be stopping by when he could & that he was having to deal with an urgent matter, after that, each note was a handwritten poem that pertained to the situation, he signed off each one ‘Yours James’ & each time you forced yourself to picture those girls on his lap, you weren’t his, he wasn’t yours.

Bucky was stuck between a rock & a hard place, he was desperate to visit you as soon as he could, but having been so distracted with all-consuming thoughts of you for the past few weeks, the leader of his main rival had sent Rumlow & his band of merry men to wreak havoc on the city in a bit to oust him from some of the territories he held.

Reports had begun to echo of masked men terrorising a neighbourhood in Harlem, women being harassed in Queens, then one of his warehouses was hit & he didn’t need any more confirmation as to who carried out the operation as he stood looking at the 10 ft six tentacled calling card spray painted on one of the surviving walls, he had to admit the artistic flair was impressive, but completely idiotic.

Ever since, he had been spending night after night dealing with the guys his men caught, getting more & more incensed that his focus from fixing things between you was being stolen, but he never failed to stop by the bakery at some point every day to watch you through the windows, his guilt rising every night you were there until the early hours baking before you would head upstairs to sleep. You hadn’t once returned to your apartment since the night he fucked up, Peter gave him regular updates on how you were coping, he noticed the lack of personal updates & how business he kept it all, admiring the young man’s apparent loyalty to you.

You had just received the daily bouquet of roses along with another note & small velvet box, the hoard of gifts sat in your office suffocating you with every addition, touching the exposed nerve you were fighting each day. It felt like you were drowning in your surroundings, trapped under the continuous wave of betrayal & anger when you couldn’t leave the place, having the constant reminder of it sat in your office everyday brought you to the brink of letting it consume you. The latest delivery made you snap, it needed to stop, finding an old archiving box you swiftly assembled it & gathered all the unopened gifts, somehow managing to fit them all in like puzzle pieces until the lid could be secured on top. After scribbling a note & taping it on top you asked Peter to drop it off at Bucky’s office once he had made the usual deliveries.

‘My pride, self-worth & self-respect cannot be bought by you or anyone else. Whilst I appreciate the kindness & generosity you have shown me it is ultimately not necessary, you owe me nothing.’

‘You’ve not been billing me Bunny.’

You froze, the deep voice you both missed & dreaded hearing, cursing yourself for not locking up after Peter had left, your pulse picked up & you tried to steady your breathing. You had a feeling that poking the bear would incite a visit, whether you secretly hoped it or not remained to be seen.

You span to face him, avoiding looking directly in his eyes, ‘I decided to end our agreement, I will reimburse Peter’s wages for helping out so if you let me know who to contact I will request an invoice.’

‘Don’t worry about it. You’re still paying Yelena I take it?’

You continued with your batch of crossiants to keep your hands busy & to stop you looking at him for too long, your resolve faltered the minute you heard him, ‘Yes.’

‘Well I’ve got her working with Nat on some urgent business so consider it a swap.’

Your heart sank, hoping to all that is holy that she was ok, he could read the concern on your face from your brows furrowing & you biting your lip.

‘Don’t worry she’s perfectly safe, we’ve been having trouble in some neighbourhoods & I’ve got them helping with the clean up & anyone that needs help.’

You let out a deep breath, internally debating texting her to check up on her, you were still so mad at her but not at the potential cost to her life if she was getting caught up in the Mob.

‘Now that business is taken care of, I wanted to talk about us.’

Your eyes shot up to meet his, ‘There is no us to talk about James.’

‘Oh no, you’re not getting away from this sweetheart, we need to talk about what happened.’

Shrugging, again you focused on the rolling the dough on the countertop, ‘Why, it’s pointless, you made a decision, that’s fine, good for you, done.’

‘Shout at me Bunny, I deserve it.’

You half chuckled at his demand, ‘No, you don’t. We weren’t exclusive, so you can do what you like.’

‘Natasha set me up.’

‘I know that & whilst yes it’s a shitty thing for her to do she proved that she was right about you, so I’m glad I now know & don’t have any vested interest in this … yet,’ it stung him, he was all in the minute he set eyes on you.

‘No, she’s not right, I’m a good man, I can be good for you if you’ll let me.’ He followed you out to the front of the shop, you needed a coffee after this conversation, you were already behind on your prep & this was taking up too much of your time.

‘That’s the thing, I don’t think you will be, you’re head of the Mob Bucky, you live a dangerous life, mine is simple & peaceful. Since knowing you I’ve had my hopes dashed yet again & been let down by a man & not only that betrayed by someone I trusted.’

‘I’ll show you you’re wrong & show you that I am more than just what I was born into, our life can be peaceful, I’ll prove it to you.’

‘If you want to prove yourself to be a good man, pay for Peter’s tuition to MIT, don’t let him get caught up in the Mob & waste his potential, I’ll work out a way to cover his living costs so he doesn’t have to work for you at any point when he’s studying.’

‘Consider them both covered Bunny, anything else?’

‘Return the gifts & donate the money to the Children’s hospital.’

‘Done. Anything else?’

You thought for a moment trying not to smile at how willing to appease you he was, ‘nope.’

The silence hung in the air, the tension thick & unmoveable, an impasse, you didn’t want to encourage him to stay but you weren’t sure you wanted him to leave, you needed you head to overrule your stupid weak for a gorgeous man heart.

You took a long look at him having avoided anything more than a glance at him to this point, his face was bruised & scuffed, his lip split & you almost wanted to reach out to make sure he was ok, to soothe those tender areas with your lips, instead, your head finally kicked in & you left him standing in the bakery returning to your prep with an instruction you hoped he listened to. ‘Take care of yourself please.’

The tension in your muscles finally dissipating when you heard the bell ring signifying he had left, you were half way through letting out a relieved breath when he turned around & stormed back in, you were surprised the glass didn’t shatter at the force in which he yanked the door open.

‘No.’

You were dumbfounded, ‘No, you won’t look after yourself?’

‘No, I won’t back down on this, on us.’ He was stood in front of you in three strides, it would be intimidating if you knew you didn’t hold the power in this exchange.

‘I’ve told you, you’re free to do whatever with whomever, I shouldn’t have got caught up in it, we had two great dates, that’s it. There is no us, there never was.’

‘But there is an us. You can pretend to yourself Sugar, but you can’t look me in the eye & say there is no us. We both feel it.’

That damn pet name.

You finally looked him in the eyes, maybe dismissing your hurt feelings by telling yourself he technically didn’t do anything wrong was just a lie to stop you admitting how much you wanted it to work with him, that he was all you had thought of since the second you met him & you felt an intangible pull towards him like you had a connection you couldn’t explain. ‘Then why do it?’

‘Because I’m an idiot, I know how I feel about you, they don’t. Nor do I want them to know how deep those feeling go having not known you for long, so yes, I let them goad me into make a bad decision, to not be soft in any way, to make it look like I’m the Mob Boss I’m expected to be.’

‘This is the thing Bucky.’ hearing you not call him James felt like needles in his bones, it was so cold & devoid of your usual warmth. ‘You owe me no loyalty, so you didn’t do anything wrong, at no point did we agree that there was no one else & whilst I know it was set up by Natasha, you still did it.’

‘Bunny.’

‘No, don’t Bunny me, I don’t care why, as a grown man you choose to be led by others when you are supposed to be their leader. If you want to live your life like you are, then that’s fine, I’m happy for you but it’s not a life for me, I got too carried away with the gifts & flowers & you acting like a decent human being to see that the chaos of your existence isn’t for me. I want a peaceful life filled with love, safety & security, I don’t want to wonder where my partner is, if he’s dead in a ditch because he was born into a dangerous life or between someone’s legs because he didn’t want to admit to the world he has feelings for someone other than himself.’

‘I told you, that won’t ever happen again.’

‘But how do I know that? When you fell so easily at the first fucking hurdle, the first fucking time someone mentioned that you’d gone soft & you have two women on your lap an hour later.’ You couldn’t stop your voice rising or the way it came out so brokenly.

His expression was darker than you’d seen it before like it pained him to admit out loud, ‘I can’t let anyone know that you are my weakness, they will use it against me.’

‘They’re your friends.’

‘And you found out what friendship means to some people, yes some I trust with my life, but I wouldn’t trust any of them with yours.’

You shook your head at the bleakness of his statement, ‘So not letting anyone know about me, means it will eventually happen again.’

‘I’d shout it from the fucking roof tops that someone like you was giving me the time of day, but this is for your safety Bunny, you can’t get hurt because of me, I won’t let that happen & whilst yes, I would lay down my life to keep you safe I’d rather not risk anyone knowing about you to eliminate any risk.’

You let out a deep sigh, ‘This will be easy then, forget you ever met me & leave me in peace Bucky.’

His jaw clenched at you using his nickname again, you turned you back on him to walk away, hoping he would get the hint this time, but of course he didn’t & reached out to spin you back around.

‘I think you forget who you’re talking to sometimes Sugar.’ The depth of his voice & the darkness in his eyes told you you were talking to the mob boss now, not the James you had come to know, the way his brows dropped, stalking you as you shuffled back blindly until your back hit the counter. Trapped between the cold steel pressing against your skin & his warm body turned you on more than you care to admit, he grasped your chin in his hand to force your eyes to meet his.

‘You’ve told me what you want & I can offer you all that, I won’t fuck up again, I will be the love of your life Sugar, because I know you’re mine.’ His pinkie finger slowly stroked your cheek & you were fighting yourself not to flutter your eyes at the contact. ‘Don’t ask me how, I know it’s only been two dates, but my ma always used to tell me when you find them you know & I guess she was right.’

He leaned in placing his lips on top of yours gently, his iron grip held you tight, the danger in his eyes simmering but still you made no move to get away from him, ‘I’m a man who knows what he wants, I don’t want two cheap flits only after some money & glory, I want you, the woman who holds my entire heart in her hands.’

Your breath hitched at his words & you felt yourself getting lost in his crystal blue eyes, another kiss, firmer this time paired with pressing his entire body against yours, ‘I always get what I want. It may take months, hell, you can make me wait years, but you will me mine. I’ll show you who I am, the real me, Bunny. You & I are inescapable, inevitable.’

Your heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute as he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, you could picture most people having being so curt to a mob boss expecting a gun to be retrieved & threatened with it, but instead the emerald necklace you returned to him hung from his fingers, he reached out for your hand, prying your palm open with his strong digits & dropped the pendant into your grasp before he abruptly turned around & left, leaving you in a state of seething anger & an insurmountable desperation for more of him.

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kiss me, son of god

blaming this on the fact that I keep getting videos on tiktok using "kiss me, son of god" -> makes me think about they might be giants -> makes me think about birdhouse in your soul -> makes me think about the silly little draft I have that does lurk in the back of my mind. so here's another short scene from that, taking place post-NYE. enjoy!

obligatory "this is horribly unedited" warning that goes on all my tumblr ficlets. also tagging @fredware ; thank you for being so kind about my uhf thoughts]

“What’s got you all smiley?”

Robert’s gaze flicked up, watching as Pamela hopped on the top of his desk. She readjusted her skirt, pulling at the hem to keep things G-rated, and smirked down at him like she’d caught him in the middle of some lewd act.

If she thought the way he signed paychecks was something to get hot and bothered about, he’d make sure to do hers in glitter glue. “What do you mean?”

“You’re smiling,” she repeated, sticking a finger out. Her acrylic poked him in the cheek, unnervingly close to his eye. “You used to be all sullen and mopey, but now you’re acting like you just got your di-”

“Good morning, Gloria!” Robert called out, louder than was strictly necessary. 

Pamela turned around in time to catch the high schooler’s wave. Her lips pressed together in a tight, pink smile, and she gave the girl a wave back. 

He waited for her to leave the room, then looked back at Pamela. “Please refrain from talking about that in front of the interns,” Robert said, flatly.

“Don’t walk around like you got your brain sucked out of your you-know-what and not tell me why.”

“Maybe I’m optimistic about the new year. The nineties are a new era, Pam. Anything could happen.”

“Something tells me something already happened,” Pamela said. She peered over as if she could read his secrets—aside from his banking information, of course—from his checkbook. 

He paused, laying his hands flat on his desk. “What, Pam?”

She leaned over far enough that, had he been a worse boss, he could’ve stared straight down her blouse. “Your nails are filed. Trimmed into cute little crescents, too.”

“They are.”

“You asked me what my nail file was back in October.”

Not one of his proudest moments. “That I did,” he admitted.

“Why?”

He swallowed, drumming his fingers against the check. Sweat from his palms dampened the paper, smearing the ink ever-so-slightly. “No reason.”

-

“You’re bleeding.”

“Huh?”

“The edge of your scalp,” Philo said, barely audible over the drone of his computers. He stepped forward, his hands lifting the hair from George’s head. He pulled it to the side, staring intently at the short, jagged scratch that extended from an inch behind his ear down to the base of his jaw. “You have a cut.”

“Oh, that,” George said. He laughed, ducking his head away from Philo’s touch. “It’s nothin’, Philo. No need for you to worry.”

Philo watched a flush rise on the young man’s face, his cheeks burning bright red. “On the contrary, George,” he said, “there are many things to worry about.”

“Like what?”

“The horsemen; war, famine, plague, death,” he mused. “But in your case, I worry most about the germ colonies that live underneath Robert Steckler’s fingernails.”

[apotodiplodocus]

SECURITY

CHAPTER 2

By the time it rolls around to 4 o’clock, you are thrumming with excitement. You have no reason to be, you hardly know the guy. You have only spoken to him once, for the first time today, but you’re this excited to go out for food with him. Not even as a date! You’d be open to the idea if he wanted it to be on, but you were just so thankful. The feeling of safety with him was palpable, even though you knew he could probably be scary or intimidating. But he hadn’t been scary or intimidating to you so what did that matter?

You had no more work to do so you were just milling about waiting for time to move. Maybe if you could have a chat with him while eating your food you could get to know each other, and something could happen? Eventually after seeing all of your anticipatory pacing and staring at clocks around the office, a colleague you were close with, Mitsuri, walked to your cubicle.

“What’s got you so excited?” She asked, smiling gently. You smiled back at her, Mitsuri had really become a friend to you in the year you had worked here.

“Oh, you know, just going out for food with someone after work.” You gave her a wink. Mitsuri gasps, a hand slapping to cover her elated grin.

“Oh my gosh! Who, who, who! Is it a boy~?” She asks giggling. You roll your eyes a soft smile on your face.

“Yes~ But it’s not a date… I don’t think it’s a date… Is it wrong to hope it actually might be a date?”

“Hmmm, well what are the circumstances? How long have you known them; how do you guys interact? You know, stuff like that!” She exclaims propping her face up on her hands on the edge of your cubicle, smiling down at you.

“Well, he’s a security guard here at work.”

“Oooh, a man in uniform!” She giggles.

“He is tall and strong.”

“Don’t make me jealous!”

“Wet met today, and he’s nice he doesn’t treat me like an idiot even though I really felt silly this morning.”

“You only just met? How come your going out so quickly? And what happened this morning?” Ever the gossip she perks up.

“Well… You know the client I had, Mr Komaji-” You feel sick just saying his name. “Well, before I went to the meeting, our manager told me he’s already known to be “Handsy” as she said. Right? So they sent me with a security guard to make sure nothing happened, but he had to step out for a sec to let his co-worker back in.” Mitsuri is following your story with a serious expression like she can tell where this is going.

“So he locked the door and was gonna try to get handsy, but I screamed and Gyutaro broke down the door to get in and you know how heavy those doors are!” Mitsuri looks surprised and a bit worried.

“Did you say Gyutaro? (Y/N) you know he’s… dangerous right?”

“No? He was nice, a bit anti-social sure but he even reassured me that it wasn’t my fault. Why would he be dangerous?”

“He apparently used to be a debt collector and a mean one! He’d almost beat people to death if they didn’t pay up!” Mitsuri whispers. You are a bit startled but immediately rationalise it, even though you probably shouldn’t.

“Well, I guess but it’s a dangerous line of work and just his job. Maybe he had a bad boss or something?” Mitsuri does look a bit conflicted like that hadn’t occurred to her before.

“I suppose you’re right…” She hums before her eyes widen “Wait! You were almost assaulted this morning?! Are you OK oh my gosh! You should sue him!” She screeches. You quickly shush her.

“I’d prefer it if the whole city didn’t know, Mitsuri.”

“Sorry, sorry! But honestly are you OK? That’s really awful. I really wanna beat him!” You laugh.

“That’s what Gyutaro said too. But yes, I’m fine, like I said Gyutaro got in and tackled him to the ground before anything could happen. You should have seen him Mitsuri, he was so cool!” You gush, hands slapping your cheeks. “He said “Your stupid pig brain clearly can’t comprehend the idea of CCTV” It was really funny. If I hadn’t been in shock from the scare, I would’ve probably laughed with him.” You giggled lightly. While Mitsuri does laugh with you, she also still looks concerned.

“Are you sure you’re OK, it sounds like you were really scared.” You think for a moment.

“Yeah… I was really scared, but only when Gyutaro wasn’t there. I was terrified when he locked the door and for some reason, he knew that the keys were in the security office and how long it would take Gyutaro to get there and back. But he clearly didn’t think Gyutaro could kick down the door, and neither did I! He was even sweet with me at the end, like… I don’t know he asked me if I was stupid for feeling like it was my fault, but I think that’s just the kind of guy he is you know?” Mitsuri nods.

“OK, if you’re sure you’re OK and I suppose if he’s been nice, I can look past what I’ve heard about him. Let me know if anything happens and I’ll be straight down to beat him up!” She exclaims, and you know she means it, having once seen her hulk out on a vending machine that got stuck.

“OK, I will. Thank you for worrying, Mitsuri, I really appreciate it.” You give her hand a quick squeeze, she squeezes back and returns to her desk. Looking back to the clock you realise only 10 minutes had gone by and huff in annoyance. You busy yourself by reorganising your cubicle, cleaning up papers, moving personal items and eventually settling for counting the petals of a flower you have on your desk. This time when you look at the clock even less time has passed, exasperated you collapse your head to your arms and decide to just close your eyes for a bit.

Eventually, you are shaken awake by Mitsuri.

“(Y/N)! It’s 5 you should go see your suitor!” She nudges. Groggily you sit up and Mitsuri messes with your hair to fix it up while you focus on sobering up from your nap. You spot the clock and see it’s actually 5 minutes past and panic, what if he left already?

You lurch up and sprint out of the office, just barely grabbing your bag.

“Wait! (Y/N) you have a-” You don’t hear the rest as the door shuts behind you.

You make it down the stairs in one piece and see him standing outside, his back to the doors. You slow down and smooth out your hair. You walk out and he turns at the sound of the door. Instantly his eyes go up to your forehead and his eyebrows raise, he doesn’t even attempt to hold back his laugh. You touch your forehead in confusion and see a sticky note you’d drawn a smiley face on that had managed to cling to you. Embarrassed you turned red, not a great start but at least you had something to talk about. Joining him with a breathy laugh.

“Hi, Gyutaro. Sorry about being late, I had something important to do…” Not wanting to tell him you were napping.

“Ah, that’s unusual, I’ve never met someone that treats napping as important.” He replies, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You turn redder and he laughs again, a short puffing sound.

“How did you know? Ah, whatever, we’re do you wanna get food?”

“Nowhere fancy, they’d probably kick us out. The closest place s’fine.” He says shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Why would they kick us out?” You ask grabbing your phone to look up the closest food place. He quirks an eyebrow at you as if he’s thinking you’re stupid again.

“Because I’m ugly? Why else, fancy places don’t like ugly cretins in their ‘establishments’.” He emphasises the word establishment as if that was something he had been told before. It made you mad.

“That’s so stupid though? You aren’t ugly, and I don’t think I’d want to be anywhere near their precious ‘establishment’ if that’s how they treated people.” You say, eyebrows scrunching angrily, not even looking up from your phone. Gyutaro is bewildered by how casually you said that someone denying his appearance was ugly hadn’t happened before. Usually, people would laugh nervously or ignore the comment, it felt a bit refreshing if he was going, to be honest, but he also felt like you were just trying to appease him because you were thankful. It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to get into his good books with underhanded means, so he decides to test you a bit.

“Mhm. I see, so that’s why you asked me on this date then?” He said holding back a chuckle almost excited to see your disgusted expression so he could let go of the notion of you liking him at all. He doesn’t get his wish when you freeze, turn red and hide behind your phone as best you can.

“If this is a date then I guess. You were also good to me…” You replied, heart pounding.

“…What?” He is almost dizzy from confusion.

“I wasn’t sure if you would consider this a date or not and I didn’t want to label it for you.” You feel like you may pass out from how much blood is rushing to your head.

“We literally only met today.” He says the first thing that came to mind trying to persuade you not to label this as a date, his self-esteem doing loops trying to figure out what’s happening.

“Yeah, I thought that too, but we can just get to know each other a bit better. Wait do you not want this to be a date? I’m confused.” Now you were confused together. Gyutaro had no idea what to say, did he want this to be a date? Does he want to bother getting to know you? You were cute and seemed like you didn’t find him appalling to be around, but he has two jobs and looks after his sister full time, could he handle a girlfriend on top of that? His confusion becomes a level deeper when he realises he didn’t even consider the dating phase and went straight to girlfriend.

“It can be a date. It’ll give you time to realise I’m nothing like what you’re romanticising me to be.” He says a light blush on his cheeks though he tries to look annoyed by you. You just smile politely at him.

“OK, I’m happy with that. Oh! The closest place is a Chinese restaurant around the corner if that’s ok with you?” Gyutaro just nods dismissively. On the walk there he tries to make up his mind on if he should try to make you dislike him or if he should see where this goes, ultimately deciding to let it go wherever. He rationalises that he doesn’t like you he’s just seeing how fast you’ll turn your back on him, he’ll almost get a kick out of it if you start to hate him after his conversation and ignores that it would also make him feel sad.

“So Gyutaro, do you have any hobbies?” You ask smiling up at him sweetly. He didn’t expect the kind look in your eyes, so he almost stops walking for a second but carries on, mulling over what to tell you.

“… used to sneak into a non-profit to play the drums. Don’t have time f’that anymore.” He replies in a non-committal way.

“How come you had to sneak in, and why don’t you have time for it anymore.” You were so curious.

“Day was too busy, too many people and they’d lock up at night, so I’d sneak in when no one was there. I work two jobs and have to look after my kid sister.” He replies only what is needed to answer the questions, not going into if he was happy or what he enjoyed.

“So you mean you broke into a non-profit, and instead of stealing anything you just played the drums?”

“Yeah? What kind of asshole would steal from a charity?” He says as close to incredulously as he could probably get which makes you laugh brightly.

“That is why I will ignore any rumours I hear of you being a bad guy, you had the option to do bad stuff, but you didn’t. Plus it’s admirable if you’re looking after your sister and I’m assuming the two jobs are to support her? I won’t ask about your situation though.” He’s thankful that you aren’t going to ask about what made him start to look after her and feels something he’s not used to when you say you won’t believe rumours. Of course, he’s annoyed about rumours getting to you, he’s never cared about them before and he’s relieved that you’re making your own decisions about him, but he doesn’t understand why he cares so much.

“Uh, yeah…” He manages. There is silence until you reach the Chinese place and this time, he holds the door open for you, refusing to meet your eyes when you smile at him. You order your food and it’s only then you realise there’s nowhere to sit.

“Um, Gyutaro? Where do you wanna go after we get our food? There are no tables.” He shrugs in response.

“It’s late maybe just go home.” He almost cringes, his self-destructive tendencies winning with that comment. He is slowly coming around to the idea of having a girlfriend, but his brain keeps screaming that no one could ever like him like that, that you’d called this a date, but you were gonna drop him tomorrow whether it went well or not.

“Hmm, I guess. Though I would still like to get to know you, you’re a really interesting guy, we could reschedule our date? I suppose it was a bit hasty today.” Distracted by being called interesting he just goes along with it.

“Sure.”

“How about this weekend?”

“What?”

“Rescheduling our date, at some point this weekend.” You repeat, looking away bashfully. For the millionth time tonight you’ve surprised and confused him, he thought you would just say you could reschedule but never talk to him again.

“I… I have work on Sundays.” Is all he says in response, you buck up immediately.

“OK! How about Saturday at 1? We could go see a movie or something.” You grin widely.

“… Sure.” His one day off is going to be spent on a date and he doesn’t know how he feels. He is almost put off by the idea that you might actually like him. Does that mean you actually are stupid? Are you just trying to be kind? Do you actually not find him ugly? He has no clue but it looks like you are at least a little invested in him and it’s somehow enough to pull warmth to his cheeks. He looks down at you in the fluorescent overhead light and wonders what on earth was happening.

Soon enough your food is ready and you both leave.

“Where do you live Gyutaro? If you’re OK with me asking that is!” You were hoping you could walk together for a little bit until you had to split.

“A while away. I need t’go back to the parking lot.” He says and you frown, plans ruined.

“Ah OK, I’ll walk with you if you don’t mind, I’m going back that way anyway.” At least you had that. He nods and you’re off. You ask him questions about himself, why did he dye his hair green? How long has he worked at the office? Just surface-level questions to try to find out anything about him.

“Did you know how to play the drums before you started sneaking in for that drum kit?” You ask and he takes a while to respond just as you start wondering if you asked him something you shouldn’t have.

“A little bit. Knew what the parts were called and how to do a simple beat. Just read what I didn’t know or listened until I figured it out.”

“Wow! That’s really interesting how did you know how to do the simple beat.” He’d hoped you wouldn’t dig further.

“One of my mum’s shithead boyfriends, Ume’s dad, was a drummer in a band and I’d watch him sometimes when my mum would try to be a groupie.”

“Ume?” You questioned.

“My sister. She’s 13.” He has a small smile talking about his sister.

“It seems like you didn’t like her dad.” You say gently hoping it isn’t a mistake to prod.

“I didn’t. Didn’t like any of ‘em up until the witch died.” You gasp.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.” You say and almost reach out to touch his shoulder but decide against it last second. He notices but figures you don’t want to touch a disfigured person.

“Whatever, she was a spiteful woman anyway.” He sniffs like it meant nothing to him. You didn’t get the chance to say anything else since you’d arrived at the office parking lot. He walks up to a bike and puts the food on the seat, reaching into a bag and digging out a leather jacket and helmet. He puts on the jacket and places the food in the bag, he had ordered a lot and it had just occurred to you that some of it was probably for his sister, your heart warming at the thought. After he closed the bag, he grabbed his helmet and sat it on his hip turning to you.

“See you here on Saturday at 1.” He declared not waiting for an answer as he put on his helmet and climbed onto his bike. You noticed now his helmet had a plum sticker on the side, you’d ask him about it on Saturday. He sat there for a second before reclining a bit and taking off his helmet again to rest it on his leg.

“It’s late, d’ya want me to take you home?” He hates that he’s worried about you getting mugged or that creep from earlier going back for revenge, feeling the almost affectionate thought was too early. The light from a streetlight is shining down on him and its really dark but you think you can spot a blush.

“Oh! Um, if that’s OK with you? Thank you so much.” He nods and holds his helmet out to you.

“Oh! You don’t have to!”

“But here we are. Take it.” You do so immediately, not wanting him to get annoyed. You put your food in a big on the opposite side of the bike before putting on the helmet and climbing on behind him. At the same time, two brains think two thoughts.

‘Oh my God I’m gonna have to hug him, wow he’s slim… He smells quite nice actually…’

‘Why is she holding me? There are handholds! Christ, why would she want to touch me? Do I tell her?’

Clearing his throat, he waits until you are comfortable then revs the engine and takes off heeding your yelled directions. When you make it home you are almost reluctant to let go.

“Well, there we have it! My apartment!” You smile stiffly taking off the helmet embarrassed you held him for a moment longer than you really needed to. He clears his throat again taking the chance to look at your apartment to hide the flush of his cheeks. It’s a modest place and he just sits taking in the area while you grab the food from his bag.

“Thank you so much for everything today, Gyutaro I really appreciate it. It could have been really bad but thanks to you I’m safe and sound.” You say, you don’t need to thank him again but want to.

“Just doing my job.” He repeats. Before he has the chance to do anything else you plant the lightest quickest kiss on his cheek you can and sprint to your apartment. He sits there in stunned silence for a solid minute as his brain catches up. He doesn’t do anything but let out an annoyed hum, put his helmet on and ride home to Ume.

[theveryconfusedartistsart-blog]

(Hi! It's me again)

Do you have any thoughts on deltarune college mates friskriel?

(Okay, I am very sorry, there is a looot of questions rolled into one here, and you don't have to answer all of them or even any of them, it's just...that since I heard you also like the headcanon, I wondered if you had any specifics? or....well, wanted to think of some? so I kinda made a list of things to just...think about? if you hadn't already?) (I am also aware that college Friskriel may carry more novelty for me, who normally thinks of flowey and frisk in their pre-teen and early teen stages, than you who made two whole fanfics with them as older teens and young adults)

what they both study?

who are Frisk's parents/guardians here? are they currently happy with their family situation?

how (and when) did they meet? (since Az's coming back for Christmas (it's probs autumn right now cause orange leaves) for the first time since leaving, that means he's spent one term at college so far)

are they room-mates?

Any uni clubs or societes they both go to?

Do they attend college parties?

Or shitty part time jobs they both have to work at? (gotta be ready to pay off that student debt, ugh)

are they dating in the background at this point (chapter 2)?

will they be by the end of the game? (in like in the background, in your version, it's not gonna be canon obvs)

Are they still doing a secret relationship here?

How's Frisk's relationship with Kris and the other Dreemurrs? (and the Holidays? since they're close enough to be considered family, honestly)

Would Kris tease them both? (Kris seems like the type)

Can they go on a date to QC's?

And will they be back for the festival? (since that's apparently something you take a date to)

Would they go on the real light world ferris wheel? (like Kris and Noelle went on as kids)

Any chance for post-canon darkworld adventures? (though they might be all be closed by the end) (tag team fights and acts, drinking each other's tea, reactions to each other's cool dark world outfits, Frisk seeing Az's fire magic for the first time, defending each other, item shenanigans (for example, like Susie remarking Noelle's ring smells like her or Ralsei's blushy reactions should you give him the ribbons (poor Kris...), stuff like that!))

Any parallels to other ships such as Suselle?

Or actual popular Azzy ships like Dessriel? What do you think of Dessriel? Any chance for angst or drama there?

Anything related to the original timeline (like Azzy's final boss form he made or...strange dreams from another world?)

What is the status on monsters outside hometown? are they common? Or is Azzy the first monster Frisk has seen?

Again, I am sorry for so very many questions I asked. Do not feel compelled to answer!

It's absolutely fine, no need to apologize, I'm honestly kind of impressed? If AU surveys exist, I would classify this as one!

I have one issue that I'm very guilty of, I have only played chapter 1 of Deltarune, once, and right after it was released, I was in the middle of writing the Growing Pains series when both chapters came out and I was concerned it would throw off my focus, and many other silly reasons, so, I never got into Deltarune- BUT, I am interested in some of the characters.

(I also don't ship Asriel/Flowey with anyone else but Frisk (I've gotten too comfortable with my own AU's and my brain just won't let me think of him being with anyone else at this point, I think it's broken, lol) so I have no idea what Dessriel is.)

Because I still like the idea of the AU, and because Growing Pains 2 had a short college arc, I already have something I can work with, I'm happy to say I can answer a good chunk of your questions.

I'll start simple!

Asriel is studying to become a doctor, but really wants to be an astronomer, he goes to a co-ed college, his roommate ends up being a three eyed, purple slime monster named Grreth (but prefers to go by J.J.) (if you've read Growing Pains 2, you already know who he is, I just couldn't help but add him in because him and Flowey becomes such good friends :p)

Frisk is also studying to become a doctor, they really love to help people, but quickly discover that it's a bit difficult for them and they're considering leaving to switch to something more art-based, maybe they'll become an art teacher instead? But after meeting Asriel and discovering that he's actually their dorm neighbor, and are guilt-tripped by their aunt, they decide to stick to it.

They have a roommate who's a human, who's name is Alice, Frisk has a crush on her at first- until Alice reveals that she's already dating someone and then is rarely seen much after that due to becoming busy with classes and other things, leaving Frisk to have the dorm room all to themselves, it's pretty lonely until they become good friends with both Asriel and J.J.

My Frisk's story is that they're nonbinary (AFAB), Filipino, and lost their parents in a car accident at the age of nine, so they were raised by their aunt (Ligaya) and cousin (Andres) (who is like an older brother to them).

Fortunately, their family is okay with monsters, but kind of clueless about them due to the fact that they live in an all-human neighborhood, so when Frisk goes to college and meets Asriel and all these other monsters, they're very starstruck and amazed, and by the looks of it, Kris seems to be the only human Asriel knows, so he's also starstruck and amazed by Frisk as well, they hit things off very fast.

Frisk's family isn't as well off as Asriel's is, so they work two jobs to help pay off their college debt; one at an adorable bakery (which Asriel comes by often as an excuse to see them, usually bringing J.J. along at first and then later, alone) Frisk's second job is at the college's library, which, Asriel also loves to visit them at, they steal loving glances at each other while he's trying to study.

After they start dating, Asriel starts stressing out because he runs out of allowance money because he keeps wanting to buy Frisk's gifts and take them to nice places on their dates, so he takes up a job as a florist, and because both of his parents are gardeners and he has an eye for making things look good-he's ends up being very good at his job.

Because Frisk's family is cool with monsters in my AU, I can't see any reason why they would keep the relationship secret... although, they'd probably be apprehensive about voicing the relationship or showing any PDA in the beginning because there are groups on both sides that very highly disapprove/hate monster/human relationships, and Asriel and Frisk don't want either to get hurt.

-Fun stuff!-

Asriel admits his feelings first by writing a love letter and sticking it under Frisk's dorm room door, they get it immediately and write him one back and stick it under his door, he then urgently runs out of his dorm to theirs and they practically tackle each other with an embrace, a week after that they have their first kiss.

After getting deeper into their romantic relationship, Frisk thinks Asriel is gorgeous and likes to jokingly flirt about practicing their art by drawing/painting him in the nude (insert Titanic joke here), he always blushes and laughs and the moment goes on, but one day he goes "but who will be the nude one, me or you?"

They go to a few parties, both as a couple and as a trio with J.J., most of them go well, but there are few instances where Asriel nearly gets in a fight with a guy who is coming on too strong toward Frisk, and nearly gets another fight when J.J. gets bullied- and if things go wrong, the three of them leave to go have their own fun.

One day J.J. comes back to the dorm room with pot brownies and shares them with Asriel and Frisk, it ensues a very funny adventure between the three of them, and after that, they use pot brownies to celebrate big accomplishments instead of alcohol after Asriel suffers from the worst hangover ever that ended with him hospitalized.

Things get a little awkward when J.J. admits that he has a bit of a crush on both Asriel and Frisk, but they both let him down gently and they manage to continue being best friends, however, by the end of that month, J.J. meets a dorky cute trans girl and they slowly fall in love.

Asriel and Frisk are both very supportive of each other and help each other with school work, they're even supportive of each other's wishes and desires to do other things, even if it means they'd end up going to different colleges in the future... but they also like the idea of opening up a small health clinic together as a married couple, treating and healing both humans and monsters alike.

-Bringing Frisk to his home-

Asriel brings Frisk home, first introducing them as his best friend but realizes how serious he feels for them and quickly reintroduces them as his romantic partner.

Kris is jealous in the beginning, because here they were waiting all this time to spend time with their older brother, but nooo, he has no time for them due to practically being attached to Frisk at the hip- but being the good brother he is, he catches this before it's too late and makes time for them and Frisk ends up bonding with Toriel and Asgore, they remind them of their parents.

When Frisk finds out that Kris was jealous, and as a person with an older brother figure, they understand and make a point to hang out with them, telling them if they had met earlier before they started dating Asriel, they would have asked for Kris's blessing first- it's a funny thing to say, but Frisk is so serious and sincere about it that Kris can't help but start to like them.

Once they warm up to Frisk and the idea of the relationship, Kris definitely begins teasing them about everything, it embarrasses Asriel but Frisk finds a lot of funny and takes most of the teasing in stride.

Asriel then introduces Frisk to his neighborhood friends and takes them on a few dates around town in the process, it doesn't take long for Frisk to fit into the family and town.

Frisk becomes like an older sibling to Kris, and even if Kris wants to be a monster, they find comfort in bonding with them over human-related things.

-Bringing Asriel to Frisk's home-

Frisk's aunt Ligaya is very charmed by Asriel and treats him like a son, however Andres, who is protective over Frisk, grills Asriel with a hundred questions, by the end of it, Andres is annoyed that he's charmed by Asriel too.

Asriel gets introduced to Filipino food! He ends up really liking it, and on a much later visit, he helps Ligaya cook and sneakily learns how to cook Frisk's favorite foods.

Ligaya doesn't let them sleep in the same bed at her house until they're much later married (she doesn't care if they've tangoed or not, it's not happening!) So, he sleeps in Andre's room (he has a bunk bed), where he is further grilled by Andres, Asriel comically does not sleep well.

Anyways, here's a quick funny doodle I did, a gift for reading my ramblings and wanting to know my thoughts.

POV, you're an administrator and you're doing dorm room checks and notice that this room smells suspiciously like....... brownies.

However, the three college students- who are definitely hiding something, are also very welcoming and nice that you decide to dismiss any of those suspicions.

[nicodemuslily]

Family

Journalist: Can you introduce us to your family?

Hotch: Yes. Here is Derek, the elder. Our conversations don’t run under less than 100 db and he opens doors kicking them with his foot.

Hotch: Here is the second one, Penelope, who collects glittery pens. As you see her right now, she has just woke up.

Hotch: Emily, the third one. She has a subscription to the local precinct. It’s her fifth arrest in three days this week.

Hotch: Spencer, the little one. He talks a lot, but we don’t always understand what he is trying to say. I think there was an exchange at the maternity ward.

Hotch: And here is Jennifer, my lovely sweet child. She obeys, tidies up her bedroom and does the dishes when asked. She’s perfect. And then, she has a black belt in MMA, so beware of what you say.

Journalist: And him?

Hotch: Well, him, he’s only there to steel our coffee.

Hotch: Get out, sir! That’s enough now!

___

Something a little bit different this time, but I didn’t want to publish it during the week (it’s not really a silly comics, but not a sketchdump neither). Well, whatever, I’ve got this idea into my mind for quite some times now and needed to do something about it. 

I don’t really know the ages of the character into the show to be honest (Rossi and Hotch are clearly the eldest, and Reid the younger, but no idea about the in-between). Weirdly, I always thought that Emily was younger than Derek, but it’s the opposite actually. So, yes, this timeline above is completely messy, but who cares? They’re no real family after all. :D

Well, I’ll hide the next part because it will have nothing to do with the drawing above. I need to talk about my feelings about the S12E06 (aka the last Hotch episode, but not really because he disappeared 4 episodes before). No one cares but my brain is chewing me alive with the strong emotions I felt watching it. If you think that this character was just an unsufferable and emotionless dork, you’ve got the right to go away to do something more interesting. :)

Well, I could have talk about that on the CM discord server I’m currently in, but they are all MGG fanpeople, so they don’t give a damn about the disappearance of the character (they even think that is a great episode because Emily became the BAU director). 

Actually, I totally can get why the writers gave this job to her. She was already a team leader in Interpol, she surely have the shoulders to lead another team with the FBI (especially a team she already knew). I’m perfectly okay with that. 

What I’m not okay with is the way it was treated. 

I’m mean, all this episode is just nonsense (I’m not talking about the case, just what happened in the team). When Rossi told them that Hotch gave his resignation because Mr. Scratch tried to kill Jack, their reaction was: “Okay, who’s going to be the boss next?”. 

Dudes! Someone is telling you that the guy who was your boss for 11 years is freaking out because a serial killer is after his only family left, and you don’t give a damn sh*t. When Foyet was after Haley and Jack, you jumped on the bandwagon to find him at any cost. The same happened now, but with another sociopath turning after a kid... and you just shrug your shoulders???

I mean, even if you’re fed up with the old man, isn’t supposed to be your job to search for serial killers? I know that there was another case around, with kids involved, but they really reacted like it was nothing. And they spent all the episode only talking about Emily and her future role as a leader. They didn’t speak at all about was happening to Hotch and Jack (like they were on holidays or something). It’s just: Emily, Emily and Emily. 

The only character who talked “about him” was Garcia (because Rossi asked her). And, actually, she mostly speaked about her feelings and what she could say as last words to all the others, than anything else. 

The worst part must be the last scene. Rossi speech is so awkward and the reaction of the others are the same: they litteraly celebrated the fact that a guy they knew for a decade (what I supposed to be their friend) was going to live the shittiest life ever, turning his back all of sudden to his relatives, his friends, his job (maybe his country) for an indetermined amount of time, because a sociopath (they were supposed to catch, you know) was hunting him and his son. Their “friend” has lost everything in a blink, and they drunk Champagne. 

That’s nonsense.

I mean, I know why the character left (and I won’t talk about this here, even if I think that he was treated like garbage too), but what I don’t get is why did they wrote something like that. Why they just didn’t kill him?

We all knew that the character wasn’t meant to come back anyway (not like Emily with Doyle, you see), so why they just didn’t put him down definitely, like they did with Gideon. There was no need to kill Jack, just Hotch. The kid would have lived with his aunt Jessica (not a big change for him, if I may), we would have had a terrible burial ceremony (where there’s no need to see the actor) and that’s it. It would have killed me as hell, but it would have make more sense that... this.

Well, I’m sad and angry at the same time, because I love this character so much, but at least, it’s said now. I don’t know if it will help me to watch the next seasons, but I had to do it. Sorry for the rant. It’s just my non-objective opinion about this old frowning guy; feel free to think otherwise. :)